Chapter 18

 

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

Liam stared at me in disbelief. It was late Saturday morning and he was standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but the collar, cuffs and a pair of jeans. He had given me three orgasms earlier this morning but I was still throbbing for him. I was aching for his cock, and I squeezed my thighs together and sighed inwardly as he continued to stare at me.

“You really don’t like pancakes?”

“Nope. Find them disgusting.”

He shook his head and opened the pantry cupboard. “I could make you French toast.”

“Do you have any oatmeal?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

He bent to pull the bag of oatmeal out of the cupboard and I admired the way his jeans clung to his tight ass. He straightened and turned, grinning a little when he realized I had been staring at his ass.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He put a pot of water on the stove and leaned against the counter. I studied his six pack until he cleared his throat, and I raised my gaze to his.

“You really do have an amazing body.” I said honestly.

He blushed a bit. “Thank you.”

I stared down at my chubby self for a moment. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” He poured some oatmeal into the water and stirred it.

“Have you always liked fat girls?”

He frowned at me. “I’ve always been attracted to women with curves.”

“Well, I’ve certainly got the curves part covered.” I replied.

“I like your body, Mae. I think you’re beautiful.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He stirred the oatmeal again. “It’s not just your body that I like. You know that right?”

“Yup. You also like my bossiness and sass.”

He laughed. “Yes, I certainly do.”

There were a few moments of comfortable silence as he finished cooking the oatmeal and I sipped at my coffee. The sun was shining through the large picture windows in the living room, and I could hear the faint sound of birds singing in the woods outside. I realized with a pang that I had fallen in love with Liam’s home. It was so quiet and peaceful here. I had no trouble understanding why it was so appealing to Liam.

“What are you thinking about?” Liam had finished scooping the oatmeal into bowls and was loading a tray with milk and brown sugar. He set the bowls on the tray and then poured us each a glass of apple juice.

“Just that your home is gorgeous.” I smiled at him and slid off the stool. I was wearing one of his t-shirts, and Liam stared unabashedly at my bare legs as I took the glasses of apple juice from him.

“Can we sit out on the patio?”

He nodded and, carrying the tray, followed me outside. We sat in the patio chairs and I added a generous amount of milk and brown sugar to my oatmeal before tucking my feet under me and taking a bite.

“Have you ever thought about trying nursing again, Mae?” Liam asked suddenly.

I shook my head immediately. “No. I can’t go back to it.”

“Fair enough. Do you want to do something other than being a PA?”

“Maybe.” I stared moodily at the lake. “Once he realized I wouldn’t go back to nursing, Neil tried to pressure me into taking out more student loans and going back to school.”

“You didn’t want to?”

I shook my head. “I wanted to pay off my current student loans first, and back then I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do anyway.”

“Do you know now?” He asked curiously.

I hesitated and he gave me an encouraging look.

“Well, after I quit nursing, I worked at a coffee shop for nearly a year.”

“I remember.” He smiled at me and took a bite of oatmeal.

“Anyway,” I stirred my oatmeal, feeling a blush rising on my cheeks, “I really liked it. I mean, really liked it, you know? I was good at it too. The owner made me manager after only four months, and I put in a lot of extra time learning the ins and outs of the business.”

I stopped and he looked at me expectantly.

“You’re going to think it’s silly.”

“I won’t.” He promised. “Tell me.”

I sighed. “I’d like to open my own coffee shop.”

He gave me a thoughtful look. “Have you ever run your own business before?”

I shook my head. “No, but I looked into taking some business courses at the local college. They were too expensive but I plan on taking the courses first. Plus, I’ve been doing a lot of research and reading about owning your own business and I know I can do it.”

He smiled at me. “I know you can too.”

We were quiet for a few minutes and I looked at him shyly. “I already have my business plan written out.”

“Really? That’s pretty impressive.”

I shrugged. “I believe in being prepared.”

“Do you have a name for your coffee shop?”

I nodded. “Yup. The Bean Scene. What do you think?”

He grinned. “I think it’s great.”

“Thanks!” I smiled brightly at him and ate the rest of my oatmeal before taking a sip of my apple juice.

“Have you found a commercial property for your business?” He asked.

I laughed and shook my head. “God, no. I still need to take the business courses and get the money for start-up costs. Once my student loans are paid off, I’ll save up for the courses and then start saving for the business.”

“What about an investment partner?”

“I’m not completely comfortable with that idea. One, I don’t think I could find anyone willing to invest in a business with someone who has no experience and two, I really would like to try and do it on my own. Part of me wants to prove to Neil and my parents that I’m not a quitter.”

I took another sip of my apple juice. “Originally, I had worked out a ten year plan. Five years to pay off my student loans at my current salary, and another five years to take the business courses and save for start-up costs. But now, with the $50,000 I’ll be able to pay off my student loans, take the business courses and put some money into savings. It’s cut my plan nearly in half.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence between us and I wondered if it was rude of me to bring up the money he was going to be paying me. I risked a glance at him. He was staring silently at me and I blushed.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He gave me a curious look.

“I’ve made it sound like I agreed to our contract just to get the money.”

He shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

My blush brightened but I carried gamely on. “That wasn’t the only reason, Liam. I – I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

I wondered why I was so desperate to make him understand that I wasn’t doing this just for the money.

“I’ve wanted you too, Mae.” He smiled at me. “Speaking of the money…”

He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out an envelope. He handed it to me and I opened it to find a money order for the $50,000.

I frowned at him. “Why are you giving this to me now?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t see any point in waiting.”

“But the month isn’t up yet.”

“I know.” He stood and stretched before piling our bowls on the tray. “I’m going to go and work out for a bit.”

I stood and followed him into the kitchen. I tucked the envelope into my purse as he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

He tugged lightly on the collar around his neck before pulling me into his arms and kissing me on the forehead.

“Will this bother you while you’re working out?” I touched the leather collar and he shrugged.

“I sweat a lot when I work out. It might get uncomfortable.”

I put my arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly. “You can take it and the cuffs off while you’re working out. But they go back on when you’re finished.”

“Thank you, mistress.” He winked at me and squeezed my ass briefly. “What are you going to do?”

“Go for another swim in that giant tub of yours.”

He grinned. “Let me know if you need your back, or anything else, washed.

“Perv.” I slapped him on the ass and he grinned again before leading me up the stairs.

* * *

 

“You are suspiciously good at this.”

“Thank you?”

I laughed. It was Saturday night and I was reclining on Liam’s king size bed, the pillows piled high behind my back. Liam, naked except for the collar and cuffs, was sitting at the end of the bed. I used my free foot to rub the inside of his thigh. His cock quivered and he gave me a stern look.

“You’re going to make me mess this up, and I’ll have to start all over again.” He bent back over my foot and quickly painted my toenail with the bright red polish. I giggled. The polish brush looked ridiculously tiny in his large hand, and his frown of concentration was way more adorable than it should have been.

“How are you so good at this? Do you secretly paint your toenails when no one is around?”

He rolled his eyes and then applied another layer of polish to my next toe. “No. I have an older sister, remember? When we were kids and she had her friends over for a sleepover, they used to drag me into her bedroom and make me paint their toenails for them.”

I laughed. “That’s adorable.”

“Yeah, real adorable. Especially the part where they practiced their make-up techniques on me.” He grumped. “Thank God there was no Facebook back then. My ten year old face with blue eye shadow and pink glitter lipstick would have been plastered all over the damn thing.”

I laughed so hard Liam had to stop painting my toenails. When my laughter had died down to the occasional giggle, he resumed his careful painting.

I watched him in silence for a while, admiring the way the collar looked against his tanned skin. I decided I would be perfectly content spending every weekend at Liam’s house, with him wearing nothing but a collar and giving me multiple orgasms.

I stared at his cock and sighed quietly. That wasn’t quite true. I would be perfectly content if he fucked me. Every time he touched me, every time he used his fingers or his mouth to make me come, I had to fight the urge to simply push him on his back and impale myself on his thick cock. My pussy throbbed anew, and I shifted on the bed as Liam blew gently on my toes.

I continued to stare at his cock, imagining how good it would feel sliding into my oh-so-willing body, and my fingers tightened on the rumpled bed sheets. He had the thickest cock I’d ever seen, and I was more than a little curious about whether I could take all of him or not. I was definitely willing to find out.

His cock was hardening and I dragged my gaze to his to see him staring at me. His hands tightened on my feet and his eyes became silvery pools of liquid need. I shivered lightly. I loved seeing his need for me, loved the way I could make his cock harden with just a look, and I shivered again when he stroked my calf.

“Your toes are dry.” He said softly. “What should we do next?”

I smiled at him. “Come up here and lie on your back.”

* * *

 

“It feels so good when you suck on my nipples, Liam.” I purred into his ear. He turned his head and kissed me on the throat.

“I love making you feel good, mistress.”

“I know.” I bit his earlobe lightly and he jerked beneath me. He was once again chained and cuffed to the headboard. I was naked and straddling his hips, and I sat up and ran my hands across his broad chest before I reached down and stroked his cock.

I rubbed the head with my thumb and then guided it to my clit. I rubbed it back and forth over the hard nub, grinding my hips against him as he moaned and twitched underneath me.

“I like having you at my mercy.” I teased. I guided his cock up and down my slit before pausing at my tight opening and pushing his cock against it.

He sucked in his breath and tensed beneath me. I stared at him, my entire body trembling, before I moved his cock back to my clit and rubbed it with his cock again. He released his breath in a harsh rush, and I wondered if I was imagining the look of disappointment on his face.

Feeling a strange kind of madness buzzing in my veins, I pushed his cock back towards my opening. “I know we said no fucking but I could fuck you right now if I wanted to. You wouldn’t be able to stop me, would you?”

“No, mistress.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whispered as I rose up a smidge and rested his cock against my pussy.

“Yes!” He nearly snarled. “Fuck me!”

I shook my head. “You know I can’t.”

He glared at me and swore loudly. I leaned over him and scowled. “You’re being disrespectful.”

He continued to glare at me and his entire body tensed when I bent my head to his nipple. Prepared for my bite, he cried out when he felt my warm tongue instead and bucked his hips upwards. The head of his cock slid neatly into me and I gave my own cry of surprise and sat up.

Another inch of cock slid easily into my wetness and we both moaned loudly. I stared down at him, my fingers digging into his chest, knowing I should move off of him but not being able to force myself to actually do it.

“I’m sorry, mistress.” He panted. “It was an accident.”

“An accident.” I repeated.

“Yes.” He groaned.

I stared at him and relaxed my legs, slowly sinking down onto his cock. It filled me completely and stretched me in a way that made me moan loudly.

“Oops.” I whispered.

“Oh my God, Mae.” He moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.” His hips flexed under me, pushing his cock further into my body, and I pushed my weight against him.

“Don’t move.” I instructed.

“What? Please, I have to. I can’t – “

I slapped him lightly on the chest. “Don’t move, Liam. If you do, I’ll stop. I swear to God.”

I was lying. I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it. He bit his bottom lip hard and gave a short nod.

I smiled and rubbed his hard chest. He was trembling under me and I felt that addicting flood of power go through me again. I took a deep breath and squeezed my pussy around his cock. It was difficult. His cock was so thick I could barely squeeze it, but he immediately twitched beneath me and bit his lip again.

“Stop.” I soothed. “Don’t bite your lip like that. You’ll make it bleed.”

I leaned down and sucked on his bottom lip as I moved my pelvis in a slow, rocking motion against him. He moaned into my mouth and I slipped my tongue between his lips, urging him to kiss me. He stroked my tongue urgently. His hands were curled into tight fists and he was yanking so hard on the chain that I was surprised it hadn’t busted through the metal of the headboard.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Liam.” I whispered against his mouth. “I’m going to use your cock to make myself come, and you’re going to lie perfectly still and let me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” He moaned as I sat up and braced my hands against his chest. Every part of my body was screaming at me to fuck him hard but I made myself move slowly. I slid up and down his hard cock, feeling every thick inch rubbing my sensitive walls and I made my own soft moan of need.

I tried to keep my movements slow, tried to tease and seduce, but I had been waiting months to have his cock and within minutes I was riding him wildly. Pleasure was surging from my belly into my pelvis and down my legs.

Panting and moaning, I rode him hard, my fingernails digging into his chest as the pleasure grew until I was consumed by its white hot fire. I threw my head back and screamed my release as my pussy tightened around his cock. Dimly I was aware of Liam’s hoarse shout as his hips bucked and warm wetness flooded through me. My pussy milked him hungrily, squeezing and shuddering around his hard shaft as he climaxed, and he cried out again as I collapsed against his broad chest.

“Uncuff me.” He whispered.

I reached up weakly and my fingers fumbled at the clip on the chain before it finally released. The moment he was free, he rolled to his side and drew me into his embrace. His cock was softening inside of me and he pulled me even closer, stroking my hair and lifting my thigh around his hip. He kissed my throat and then my mouth.

My orgasm had made me sleepy and I snuggled into his body. “Tired.” I sighed.

“Hmm...” He agreed.

I tucked my face into the curve of his broad neck and drifted.