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He didn’t give me time to reply
just lifted me up. I couldn’t believe he was doing this but I
complied. I expected him to walk to his office but he didn’t. He
walked past the carousel and took me to the bar. He placed my rear
end on top of the long black marble surface. I let go and he took
my hand.

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up.”

He was crazy, hell I was crazy. I
stood. He lifted himself to the bar but instead of standing he went
to his knees and reached behind me, pulling my pelvis into his
face. He rested his forehead against my stomach. I quickly inhaled
and looked around. Everything had stopped even the carousel. Every
member of the club focused on us.

“What are you doing?”

He leaned back and looked up at me. “I want you. I
don’t want you to wear my collar but I want you in my bed and in my
life. You can tie me up and beat me if I can have the same
privilege. I’ll do anything it takes to keep you here. I love
you.”

My world stopped and then crashed.
I sank to my knees in front of him. My trembling lips found
his.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“My mother is upstairs and she wants to meet
you.”

“What?”

“I picked up my mom so she could
talk some sense into you.”

“You brought your mother here?”

“Well if waiting in my apartment is here then yes I
did.”

“You’re insane.”

“Yes I am so come on.”

He jumped down and placed his arms up to help me to
the ground.

“I’m not going to see your mother dressed like
this.”

He laughed. “I told her I might be
bringing you bound, gagged, and over my shoulder. She was in this
lifestyle and probably still is but I don’t want to picture it
please. You will love her and she will love you. She always wanted
a daughter.”

I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. I couldn’t meet his mother like this. Strong arms cradled
me and he began striding to his office. Clapping broke out around
us and I buried my head in his chest. “Please don’t do
this.”

“She was my safety net if you said no and I told her
I would bring you back within thirty minutes. I don’t lie to my
mother. She wants to tell you what an incredible little boy I was
and what a great husband and father I will make.”

My face stayed buried.

Chapter
Thirteen

His mother was everything he said she would be but
more. She made me feel like she already cared for me and it was
obvious she loved her son. She was nothing like the devil’s mother
should be but I was wrapped around her finger within minutes of
meeting her.

She had darker skin than her son
and brown hair but wore a loose flowing gauzy dress just like the
ones I preferred. She was plump, her eyes showed laugh lines, and
she had the same dimples.

“Take her to bed and celebrate
life. I’m tired and need my beauty sleep. We can go shopping
tomorrow Lydia and enjoy some private female time. I have so many
stories to tell you about my rascal.” Her voice was slightly
accented.

His mother was perfect.

He took me to his bedroom. I almost expected the
dungeon.

“What do you want?” His intense
eyes looked into mine.

“I want you.”

“Are you up for a little vanilla
or do you want to tie me to the bed this time? I’m all
yours.”

“You really don’t want me tying you up do you?”

“No, but I trust you and if it turns you on I’ll do
it.”

“It’s not what turns me on but
maybe we’ll give it a try sometime.”

“What turns you on?”

“Having you for my Dom in the
bedroom. You whipping me and punishing me. I guarantee there will
be lots of punishments. I want your cock buried deep in my pussy
and soon I want it buried in my ass if it pleases you
Master.”

He actually growled from deep in his throat and
kissed me. It was carnal and everything a good submissive could ask
for.

The sex wasn’t quite vanilla but
it held a promise. We had a lifetime to explore each other’s body.
It was pure love.

Much later, I lay curled in his arms his hand on my
breast just holding it in his palm. “You owe me a secret. You never
paid up on your lost bet and fell asleep before I could claim my
reward.”

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. He didn’t
rush me.

“I’m sure you know my father was a
jockey. He was short and thin. I think it would have been better if
my mom was alive but I grew up with little people surrounding me
and I felt huge. I was plump and my father said that’s what
attracted him to my mother. Even the rich horse owner’s daughters
were thin and gorgeous. I was the fat girl until I finally decided
to stop eating. It was after my father died and eventually I found
myself in the hospital. By then I was both anorexic and
bulimic.”

I took several slow deep breaths
before continuing. “I found a balance and use exercise to keep my
demons at bay. I’m borderline now and I would give anything to eat
chocolate cake until my blood went on sugar overload but I can’t.
I’m afraid I would force myself to throw it up and I don’t want to
go backwards. I want to be loved regardless of my
weight.”

I couldn’t look at him. I was telling him I could
lose the battle either way and be back in the hospital or fat
again. I struggled with both.

His hand traveled from my breast
to my stomach and his voice whispered in the deep Dom way he had.
“I want my child here. I want you plump before and after the baby’s
arrival. You’re too skinny but it really doesn’t matter to me. I
love what’s in here.” His other hand went to my forehead and gently
smoothed across it. “I love what’s in here.” His hand moved down
traveling over my body and stopped between my legs, one finger
going inside my moist pussy. He brought his hand up, trailing
moisture along my body, and stopping over my heart. “And I love
what’s in here.”

He kissed me.

I finally came up for air and
whispered, “I love you.”

His dimples showed with his laugh.
“I know and you better because once my mother knows you need her
she will never leave you alone. She won’t stop until we have ten
babies in ten years. You’ve been warned.”

“Do you know how fat I will be
after ten babies?”

“I can only imagine and now I’m turned on. No more
condoms from here on out. I want to make love to you when you’re
fat and mushy beneath my fingers.”

“Please shut up and fuck me.”

His dark eyes promised retribution for my mouth and
I couldn’t wait.

Dear Reader,

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They are the center of our world, especially Samson and he’s proud
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partner (s) are a must. Communication is the key to all good
relationships and happy red assed partners don’t hurt either. Well
maybe a little bit.

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