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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

LIV

Bound to his bed and blindfolded, I tightened my jaw as the leather straps of the flogger came down against the tender flesh of my ass. I knew better than to make a sound.

I was so turned on that my nipples coming in contact with the comforter was enough to drive me insane. He gripped my hair tight in his hand, twisted my head to the side and pressed his muscular chest into my back.

“I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours,” he whispered into my ear.

Please do.

Please.

“Anything to please you, Sir.”

The faint sound of something whistling through the air caused my muscles to tense. Another swat on my ass – this time the unmistakable feeling of the crop.

My pussy throbbed so hard it ached. 

I needed Luke inside of me. I needed to feel his thick cock filling me, stretching me, making me whole.

Again, the crop against the other side of my ass.

Silence.

He forced a finger inside of me. I opened my mouth and breathed silently into the comforter, pleased to have him grace me with penetration. He added another finger, pushed deep into my aching twat, and then slowly pulled them free.

“Open,” he said.

I stretched my mouth wide.

The sweet taste of my pussy against my tongue drove me into a frenzy. I readily sucked his fingers free of my wetness, hoping he would once again give me the satisfaction of having them deep within me.  

“Do you want that cock?” he asked.

“Yes,” I begged.

His weight lifted from my back. A faint rustle from beside me caused me to tilt my head to the side in wonder.

The shrill whistle of the crop provided warning, but not soon enough. My muscles tensed from the sharp but erotic pain that filled me. I chewed against my lip and prepared for another swat.

His chest pressed into my back. His hand tugged against my hair. “Do you want that cock?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, Sir,” I barked.

“That’s better,” he breathed.

Having my eyesight deprived didn’t necessarily make the sex better, only different. I definitely wouldn’t want to be blind on a permanent basis, but being blindfolded on occasion was proving to be an exciting addition to our BDSM play.

Slowly, we were both becoming comfortable with our sexual selves. Together, we read, watched videos, and experimented. We always agreed on what we were going to do, and made clear what we wouldn’t allow. My safe word,
almond butter
, had yet to pass my lips.

I felt his weight lift from against my back, only to be replaced by the feeling of his thighs against the backs of my legs.

Please.

Please fuck me

I wasn’t in a mental place where I felt I wanted his dick, or that I preferred him to fuck me over some other act.

I needed it.

My twat ached. 

Fill me with that big fat cock.

The pressure of the head of his dick against my wet pussy lips didn’t last long. With ease, he slid his length inside of me. With my legs bound to opposite corners at the foot of the bed, and my hands bound to the head, I was his for the taking.

And take me he certainly did.

He drove himself in and out of my willing pussy in a steady rhythmic pace. Long steady strokes of his thick cock filled me completely, satisfying me to no end. I clenched my eyes closed and focused on the feeling of his balls banging against my clit with each stroke.

Although we had tried orgasm control on many occasions, tonight I was free to have an orgasm whenever I wanted.

But I wasn’t free to speak unless spoken to.

I loved dirty talk, and over time, we had both become quite good at turning each other on with our sexual banter.

“You may speak freely,” he said as he continued to fuck me steadily.

I arched my back, lifted my head from the bed, and wet my lips.

“Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard.”

“Use my pussy like only you know how.”

His rhythm increased. His breathing became labored slightly.

“Take what is yours,” I wailed.

His thick cock stretched me open, sending a pleasurable ache through me.

“I love that big cock, Sir,” I cried. “I do.”

“I’m going to fill you with my cum,” he bellowed.

“Please do, Sir,” I begged.

He pounded himself into me savagely, causing the restraints on my feet to pull against my ankles. Every muscle in my legs and ass shook with each vicious stroke.

At his current pace, I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t.

As I felt myself begin to clench against his cock, I craned my neck, pointing my mouth toward the ceiling.

“Fill my tight little pussy, Sir. I beg you,” I pleaded.

As my body convulsed into an orgasm from deep within my soul, his cock swelled. One more stroke, and he held still, his cum bursting from the tip and filling me as I reached a new level of climax.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto me. A tingling ran through me from my nipples to my clit.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly as he removed the blindfold. Although the room was dim, my eyes adjusted slowly to the light. As I watched him unfasten the restraints, I grinned.

“I love it when you fuck me.”

“And I love fucking you,” he said. “Give me just a minute, and we’ll take a bath.”

“I can’t wait.”

He lifted me from the bed, carried me to the bathroom, and rubbed my back as we waited for the tub to fill.

Luke was my lover, my therapist, and my Sir.

But, above all, he was still my best friend.

And I loved him dearly for it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

LUKE

The home I made every effort to stay away from hadn’t changed one bit, but I had. Confronting my mother seemed to free me of whatever had haunted me for a lifetime. I hadn’t walked along the beach at midnight seeking refuge from my dreams for over three months.

“Pass the salad, Liv,” Matt said.

“Only if you’ll pass the cottage cheese,” she said. “I’ll trade.”

My mind drifted to the recollection of the cottage cheese on the night Liv told me she was done dating. I smiled to myself at the thought of that night being the predecessor to our relationship.

“Cottage cheese is ugly,” I said jokingly as she passed it to Matt.

“I know,” she said. “But it tastes so good.”

Not only had I returned to my childhood home, it seemed I was doing so eagerly. Matt, Liv, and I had a standing Sunday dinner with my father, which was something I never would have guessed. Matt was walking with a cane, my father was surfing every day, and Liv was working part-time out of my shop – designing graphics for surfboards across the nation.

It took some time for it to happen, but as far as I was concerned, my life was perfect.

I raised my fork and wagged it at my father. “The chicken is spot-on, Dad.”

He looked up from his plate and tossed his hair out of his eyes. “Well, I’ve had a while to perfect it.”

“It’s scrumptious,” Liv said.

“I’m glad you like it. Better than that pork we had last week.” He chuckled. “Bunch of sore asses that night.”

“Try getting up and down off that toilet with a cane,” Matt complained.

My father had prepared pork tacos the previous week, and everyone got terribly ill immediately after the meal. The bathrooms occupied all night until Liv and I felt safe enough to try and venture home.

My father took a drink of water and peered over the table. “So I hit Black’s twice this week. West north-west swell kicked in and I caught six footers all day Wednesday. Thursday wasn’t as good, but better than Scripps.”

“Better stay away from Black’s, Old Man. You’re liable to get hurt,” I said.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Who taught your skinny little ass to surf?”

I shrugged. “A long time ago.”

“Just like riding a bike,” he said. “And I didn’t teach you everything I know.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” Liv said.

“Sure does,” Matt chimed.

I pointed to the plate in front of my father. “Toss me a piece of chicken.”

My father picked up a chicken breast and tossed it high into the air. As I watched it reach its apex and begin to fall, Liv poked me in the ribs.

I flinched, and the chicken fell directly into my lap.

“Looks like you’re the one getting old. You’ve got slow hands,” my father said.

I reached into my lap and picked up the chicken. “She poked me.”

“Sounds like an excuse,” he said. “And you know what I say about excuses.”

“What’s that?” Liv asked.

“They’re like assholes,” he said. “Everybody has one, and they all stink.”

“I did poke him,” Liv said.

My dad shrugged. “He needs to learn to stay focused.”

After dusting the lint from the piece of chicken, without warning, I tossed it across the table at my father. With lightning quick speed, he raised his hand and snatched the chicken out of the air.

“Impressive for an old man,” I said.

He threw the chicken at me.

It hit me dead center in the chest.

I threw it back.

He caught it, grinned, and took a bite.

“Alright, you two,” Liv said.

My relationship with my father was always a good one, but my mother’s actions caused me to spend more time away from the home than I really wanted to. After she left, I continued to stay away, as the home reminded me of her and of the abuse.

As a result, my father, who had done nothing but support me for my entire life, suffered. Having him in my life again made me feel young. It seemed I was now living my childhood with him that I felt I had been deprived of.

“So one of these days you two are going to have to get married, Liv,” my dad said.

She looked up from her plate. “Why’s that?”

He poked a slice of cucumber with his fork and lifted it halfway to his mouth. “I want a grandkid. Kids keep us young.”

“We don’t have to get married to make babies,” she said.

He dropped his fork. After it clanked onto the edge of his plate, he turned to face me and scowled.

“Don’t tell me you two are having sex out of wedlock,” he said stone-faced.

I shook my head. “Not a chance.”

I glanced at Liv.

She swallowed heavily.

My dad shifted his gaze to her. “So, you were joking, right?”

She glanced at me with wide eyes, obviously looking for some type of support.

I shrugged.

“I uhhm.” She turned to face my dad. “Can I plead the fifth?”

He shrugged and gazed down at his plate. “Just as well admit guilt.”

“Luke?” she whined.

“Can’t help ya, Babe.”

My father glanced at Matt, shifted his eyes to me, and then to Liv. With his eyes glued on Liv, he continued to torture her. “Well. Personally, I wouldn’t fuck him with Hillary Clinton’s twat. Did he tell you about the herpes?”

“Herpes?” she snapped back.

She turned to me and scowled.

I shook my head.

“How long’s it been since you had an outbreak, Son?”

“Leave her alone,” I said.

“Or what?” he laughed. “You gonna toss another piece of chicken at me?”

Liv turned toward me and cleared her throat. “So it was a joke, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Did you forget how ornery he is?”

“I guess so,” she said.

Everyone had a laugh, and we continued to pick at our food until we were full. As we sat and exchanged glances, everyone too stuffed to move, Liv pushed her chair from the table slightly and peered toward my father.

“So,” Liv said. “Did Luke tell you he sold the shop?”

He coughed. “Come again?”

“The shop. He sold it. Got, what Luke?” She turned toward me. “Two hundred and fifty thousand?”

“Two hundred and fifty thousand?” he howled. “For beach front property?”

He glared at me.

I shrugged. “I thought it was a good deal. Some guy had been pestering me about it, and Liv and I talked about it. We were going to tell you the other day, but we all ended up shittin’ our pants after that pork, and hell, I forgot.”

He glared at Liv.

“So,” she said. “We’re moving to South Dakota.”

“South Dakota? What in the absolute fuck is in South fucking Dakota?” he fumed.

“Snowmen. We can build snowmen.”

“Who wants to build snowmen?” he snapped back.

He alternated glances between Liv and me. Matt continued to pick at his salad, paying little attention to any of what was said.

“Luke and me,” she said. “It’ll make for great Christmas mornings with the kids.”

“What kids?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Your grandkids.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Are you fucking with me?”

“About South Dakota or the kids?” she asked.

He pressed his forearms against the edge of the table and leaned forward, keeping his eyes locked on her the entire time.

“Both,” he responded.

“Yes,” she said.

He glared at her for a moment, realized it was all a joke, and reached for the last remaining piece of chicken. Sans any announcement or warning, he tossed it directly at her chest.

She caught the chicken in mid-flight.

“Thanks,” she said.

And she took a bite.

I guess the martial arts lessons are paying off after all.

Together, Liv and I shared a love for the ocean, each other, family, and great sex. We may have lacked contrast, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Being in love with a woman who shared my interests, loves, and desires was priceless.

The only thing possible that could have made it any better would be to have her as my wife.

I snapped my fingers. “Dad?”

His eyes widened.

“It’s time,” I said.

He stood, walked around the edge of the table, and reached into his pocket. One of the many disadvantages of wearing board shorts, I had learned over the years, was the lack of pockets.

Liv wrinkled her nose and exchanged glances between us. “What are you two doing?”

I grinned. “It’s time.”

“Time for what?” she asked.

“Time for us to start having sex the legal way.” I chuckled.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

I lowered myself to one knee, reached for her hand, and licked my increasingly dry lips.

“Liv.” I gazed into her green eyes. “We’re lovers, best friends, and undoubtedly soul mates. But one thing we’re not, is married.”

She gazed down at me as she chewed against her bottom lip.

“Liv, will you marry me?”

“I will,” she blubbered.

I slipped the ring on her finger.

“Still have a spare bedroom.” My father laughed. “You’re welcome to use it.”

“Oh, we’ll use it,” Liv said as she shifted her eyes from the ring to my father. “You can bet on that. Do you have any restraints or a whip you’re not using?”

“I hope that’s a joke,” he said dryly.

A year prior, I never would have considered sleeping in my old room. But I had reached a point in my life where I truly felt I had recovered from my past.

As I picked her up from her seat and carried her down the hallway, I knew very little for certain.

But I knew one thing for sure.

We’d remain best friends until we died.

And all I could do was hope that when that day came, we were in each other’s arms.