My Body-Mine (39 page)

Chase looked more than handsome in his dark suit. He glanced up as he heard me approach, placing the newspaper to the side.

“
Holy smokes, you look lovely.”

“
Thank you,” I said,
swiveling my hips
from side to side. “You don’t look bad yourself. You clean up nice.” I perched on his lap and straightened his tie. “How much time do we have?”

“
We should probably get going. You need to be there early to help Sandy get ready and your mother wants to introduce us to Georgia before the wedding starts.”

“
This is crazy wild. I’m so excited to meet her.” I stood and smoothed my hem.

“
I know you are. Before we go, I wanted to remind you what day it is.”

“
I haven’t forgotten,” I said, but blushed anyway.

“
Whenever I say,” he insisted.

“
I haven’t forgotten. Let’s go,” I said, reaching for his hand.

* * * *

Watching Sandy and Jason marry and my mother dance with Georgia, I realized that my life had come full circle. I didn’t miss the insanity of my relationships with Luke and Marcello. In its place I’d found peace and comfort as well as incredible sex. Chase was right when he said I could have both.

“
Would you care to dance?” Chase said to my mother, leaving Georgia and me alone for the first time.

After meeting Georgia, I understood my mother’s transformation. Her eyes sparkled, and she held herself with the grace of an athlete. Her short gray hair spiked at the top and her earrings, bracelets, necklace, and rings screamed “spiritual hippie.”
What an odd pairing
, I thought.

“
I know your mother promised that she wouldn’t read your memoir, but I—” Georgia said as she leaned in toward me.

“
You read it?” I said, my mouth hanging open in surprise.

“
Yes, and I must say, you’re an incredibly brave, strong woman and an awe-inspiring author. I told your mother that, but not the details of the story. She doesn’t want to know.”

“
That’s a relief.”

“
You should know, she’s very proud of you and is thrilled you’re living with Chase.”

“
He’s definitely a keeper,” I said, looking out at him as he spun my mother around in a traditional waltz.

“
Yes, he is. You know,” she said in a conspiratorial tone, “I was a Girl Scout for many years.”

“
Oh?” I said, drawing my attention back to Georgia.

“
My favorite badge was in knot tying,” she said with a wink.

I laughed hysterically, just as Chase and my mother rejoined our table.

“
What’s so funny?” my mother asked.

“
Oh, you don’t want to know,” I said, grateful that the band had started playing our favorite song, prompting Chase to lead me away onto the dance floor.

“
What was that about?” Chase asked.

“
I think Georgia was implying she’s into bondage, but I must have misunderstood,” I said, shaking my head.

He
opened his eyes wide
, and we both giggled.

“
Did you request ‘Under Pressure?’ ” I asked.

“
But of course,” he said, “although we might need to pick a new favorite song should we decide to marry.”

I smiled up at him as the music overtook us and we swayed to the beat.

Whispering in my ear, he said, “Right after this song.” And I knew what he meant.

Making eye contact with my mother, I could feel her love and contentment. Each of us reveled in the other’s happiness. Although I’d never reconciled with my father, my mother and I had surprisingly become friends.

Parker and Andre danced nearby, and I rejoiced to have both of them in our world. Andre and I found better footing and I grew to respect the loyalty he felt for Chase.

Chase led me away from the music, and I willingly followed him to the gate house that held bathrooms and a coatroom for the wedding reception.

Hurrying me into the closet filled with light jackets, Chase unbuttoned his belt and quickly pulled down his slacks. “Come here, my little slut,” he said to me.

On most weekends we played Dom/sub and he had become a real master at it. His imagination knew no bounds. Submitting willingly, I knelt in front of him and greedily licked the precum off his cock.

“
Are you going to be a good girl and sashay around the party with my cum inside you?”

“
Yes, Master,” I mumbled.

“
Turn around,” he barked.

I stood up and
bent over for him. I glanced back as he lifted my dress and saw his pleased expression. Spreading my legs, he penetrated me delectably.

“
No panties? You are
so
my slutty woman. That was a clever idea,” he said.

“
Oh,” I groaned out loud.

“
Shhhhh, you horny girl, take it, but be quiet.”

“
Yes, Master.”

Whimpering ever so softly, I fought against crying out with every thrust.

“
Play with that clit for me so that your cunt is still convulsing when we go out to join the reception.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

To ensure it was a “quicky” so no one stumbled upon us, I frantically rubbed my swollen clit. Surrendering completely to Chase’s domination and my body’s will, I felt my orgasm break through. Unable to contain the joy and elation that combusted within each and every cell, I called out. Chase covered my mouth with his hand to stifle my yells as he grunted out his non-syllabic ejaculation. His body collapsed over mine as we both struggled to catch our breath.

Bringing me upright with him, I snatched a tissue from Chase’s coat pocket and wiped myself. We hurriedly rearranged our clothing, each checking the other’s appearance.

“
You’re looking very hot and put together, Jane, but your dancing eyes and wide grin might give you away.” Taking me into his arms, he kissed me deeply and ardently. Coming up for air, he said, “Smoking hot as always, and oh so naughty. Remember, the weekend has just started.”

“
Of course,” I said, excited by what might come. Leaning back, I straightened his tie and adjusted his collar. “Perfect,” I said, and then softly kissed his lips.

Holding hands, we walked back out to the reception, thoroughly satisfied.

Sandy waved me over, and she and I strolled arm and arm to the edge of the party. Beaming out over the reception she said, “Thank you so much for being the best maid of honor I could ask for. You were totally right about having the rehearsal dinner at your beach house. It transformed your place for me.”

“
I know exactly what you mean,” I said.

“
I really like Chase too, and he clearly loves you. Do you think you’ll try again?” she said, sweeping her hand around the party that lay out before us.

“
Well, Parker and Andre are next, and then we’ll think about it.”

As I stood on the sidelines, watching Chase make my mother laugh, I knew I would indeed marry him someday and maybe even have the ivory wedding of my dreams.

“
Definitely not at the beach house and most assuredly not naked,” I said to Sandy.

I had real faith in my love and happiness with Chase,
but
if my crazy life taught me anything it’s that you don’t truly know what destiny has
in store
for you down the road. People change
,
as I surely had. They mature, they find new loves and interests, they die ... I had no idea what the future might bring, but I did know there would be a place in my heart for Luke and Marcello and that I would always hold out for good love.

* * * *

Blakely Bennett
grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the great Northwest for over eight years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery.

Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain.

Blakely’s first two novels,
My Body-His
and
My Body-His (Marcello)
are also available from Fanny Press.

You can find Blakely on the Web at:

BlakelyBennett.fannypress.com.