Chapter Three

After a couple of nights at the Frenchman Bay Motel, Caleb moved to a small rental outside of town on a small street off of Pine Avenue. The cabin on the outskirts of town gave him the privacy he desired. Only a few minutes’ drive to work, so that was a plus.

He dumped his bags in the one-bedroom cabin before he carried in the case of water he’d had in the car to the fridge. He was greeted by empty shelves as he put the water in. The kitchen wasn’t going to stock itself, time to go shopping.

On his way into Lobster Cove, his stomach began gnawing at him, reminding him he hadn’t eaten breakfast. He detoured from the Grocery Mart to Main Street to Maggie’s Diner. He was amazed at what had changed, such as the piers being rebuilt and the hospital modernization. What hadn’t changed—the Sea Crest inn sitting up on the craggy rocks and Maggie’s Diner.

The last few early mornings he’d run around Lobster Cove, early enough not to meet a lot of people, yet he’d seen the fishermen getting ready to go out each and every day.

They waved to him as he passed, a few called out hello. He still didn’t like small towns and the feeling that everyone knew your business, but he was determined to make peace with his home town.

It wasn’t the town’s fault that his father had been a mean bastard and he’d kept it hidden from everyone except his wife and son. His father had ruled with an iron fist, and Caleb promised himself he would never be like that. Of course, he hadn’t tempted fate by trying to find the right woman.

After parking the car, he stepped into Maggie’s, smiling at the smell of fresh coffee and apple pie.

He found a booth and sat down before pulling out a menu. He’d forgotten how much he loved places like Maggie’s. The waitresses wore smart-looking, contemporary polo shirts with classic half aprons.

A waitress with a springy light brown ponytail introduced herself as Sally. She was older than Caleb, and had a great tan, plenty of jewelry, and a big smile.

“Coffee?” she asked, holding a pot.

“Yes, please.” She poured it with a flourish. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, sugar.” She gave him a wink and then sauntered off to fill more coffee cups.

Caleb sipped his coffee as he decided what to eat. Once that was done, he gave his order to Sally, settled back onto the blue vinyl booth, and closed his eyes. Snippets of conversation floated over to him but nothing about the club. And he found that lack of talk most interesting.

Even in Chicago, in the right places you could hear someone talking about the club. He expected it here at Maggie’s. After all, it was a place where all the locals gathered.

“Morning, Jessie.”

His eyes opened. Jessie stood just inside the diner, looking delicious in a blue shirt and jeans that molded to her every curve.

For days he’d been trying to find out what made her club special. Nothing on the club.

Jessie. She was a different matter. He studied her during working hours, and he was still figuring out what made her tick. He stood up as Jessie neared his table. Time to find out if Jessie would allow him to play with her.

“Morning, Jessie.”

“Morning, Caleb.” She smiled at him.

“Join me?” He gestured to the booth he was occupying.

“Thanks.” She slid into the booth.

He waited until she was seated before sliding in beside her, trapping her between the window and his body.

Her thigh against his. If he put his hand on her leg would she push it away? Later, he told himself. He turned and grinned at her.

Jessie stared at him and then smiled before shifting her hips away from him.

Sally set a steaming mug of coffee in front of Jessie. “The usual?” she asked.

“Yes, please with an extra side of bacon.”

“You got it.”

“And what is the usual?” Caleb asked as Jessie added cream and sugar to her coffee.

“Two egg whites scrambled, bacon, whole wheat toast, and fruit.”

“Are you a health nut?”

Jessie’s head tilted to the side, baring her neck, and he wanted to kiss the exposed skin. “Not really, I just try to eat healthy. In my business it pays to be healthy.”

Yes, it did. The corsets she wore at the club showed off her well toned waist and her lush breasts. His cock twitched.

She took a sip of her coffee and then glanced at him. “Do I dare ask what you ordered?”

He grinned. “Chicken fried steak, hash browns, eggs over easy, extra sausage and bacon, white toast, and a side of pancakes.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Where do you put all that?”

“I’m a big man.” He slid his fingers against the back of her hand where it rested on the table. Soft, silky skin caressed his.

“Yes, you are.” Her voice was soft, and she didn’t pull her hand away.

“So tell me, Jessie, what do you do for fun?”

“Fun? There is no such thing when you’re running a business.”

She had that right, but between him and Matt, they usually had a little time for leisure activities. “Outside the club, what do you like to do on your time off?”

“Read and sail, but it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like.”

“A girl needs to play now and then.”

“Depends on your definition of play.” Her lashes dropped, and she looked down at their hands.

Hell. Her words were said in a husky tone, and his cock jumped. But he had to be sure she meant play in the same terms he did.

“Jessie, do you want to play with me?”

She captured her lower lip between her teeth.

His heart pounded in his chest.

A coffee pot was set on the table. Caleb barely prevented a groan as Sally put their breakfast on the table.

“Anything else?” Sally asked after refilling their mugs.

“No.”

Jessie smiled at Sally. “I’m good, thanks, Sally.”

Caleb waited until Sally left. “Eat and we’ll discuss exactly what playing with me means.” After a couple of days of trying to figure her out, he was going to find out just what made Jessie tick.

“Yes, Sir.”

Damn, had those words just come out of her mouth? Jessie let out a breath. Every since her conversation with Rusty, all she could think about was Caleb as her play partner. Her stomach quivered. Having Caleb as her Sir made her nerves tingle.

Caleb shifted in his seat before picking up his fork and began eating. He ate like there was no tomorrow. Then he glanced at her. Heat from his gaze penetrated to her soul, and she sucked in a breath. With a grin, he turned back to his food.

Almost every night she dreamed about Caleb, how he took control and brought her to orgasm time after time. She was tired of dreaming. She was very aware Caleb worked for her, so she would make it more than clear this was separate from their jobs.

She wouldn’t act any differently on the job and neither would he. They were adults; they could do this. Glancing up at him, their gazes connected.

Her breathing all but stopped. Already her breasts were swelling with need, and heat filled her veins. A delicious shiver of anticipation went through her nerves at the thought of submitting to him. She forced her gaze back to her plate and began to eat.

They ate in silence, and when they finished, Caleb pulled money out of his wallet.

“I’ll buy my own breakfast,” she said, digging in her purse.

“Not today.” His voice was soft, but a thread of steel ran through it. He dropped the money on the table, pulled her out of the booth, cupped her elbow, and guided her to the door.

“Have a great day,” Sally called out.

“You, too.” Jessie barely got the words out as Caleb pulled her out the door. She would have laughed, but she couldn’t.

“Where’s your car?” he asked.

“At home.”

“It has to be at least a mile walk from your place to here.”

“That’s about right. I like to walk.”

“It shows.” He patted her on the ass. “But we need to talk about this habit of yours.”

They did? Since when did Caleb get to say anything about her walking habits? Jessie shrugged.

Clouds obscured the sun, and a cool breeze lifted her hair, raising goosebumps on her bare flesh until Caleb’s warm arms surrounded her shoulders. She drank in his spicy scent as he led her to his rental jeep. He opened the passenger door.

“Inside.”

Jessie slid onto the seat. Caleb closed the door, rounded the vehicle, and then got in the driver’s side. “I can’t believe you walked into town.”

“Why?”

“A woman walking alone, that’s asking for trouble.” He started the engine and pulled out onto the street.

“First off, this is Lobster Cove. It’s safe. Second, it’s daylight and safe. Third, I’m a big girl, and fourth, it’s great exercise.” He was going to learn fast she was only submissive in the bedroom.

His fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “Regardless, bad things can happen.”

“Oh, Caleb.” She blew out a breath, remembering an incident from high school where one of the senior girls was attacked one night. Luckily she wasn’t raped, but she’d been roughed up a bit. “There is very little crime here.”

“You will not walk alone again.”

“Where are we going?” She wasn’t going to argue with him while he was driving. That was dangerous.

“To my place.” He turned in the opposite direction of her club. “I’ve rented one of the cabins at the edge of town.”

Jessie crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the windshield. He rented one of the cabins? They were pretty private, but darn it, she had stuff to do. And she didn’t like his domineering crap outside of the bedroom. Well, maybe that wasn’t quite true. Her mind rejected it, but her pussy was moist, and her stomach tumbled with excitement.

Caleb pulled to a halt at one of the picture perfect cabins just off the road that led up to the mountain top. Jessie undid her seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

“Wait.” Caleb hopped out of the vehicle and jogged around to her side. He opened the door, holding out his hand.

She placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her from the jeep. She took a deep breath as they walked up to the door. She’d give him some leeway for right now. After all, they hadn’t talked limits yet. Caleb pushed the door open before releasing her hand, and she walked inside.

The inside of the cabin was cozy with a small kitchen and living room. The place smelled of fresh paint. Her feet sank into the plush carpet which had a new look to it. She could see inside the bedroom and the big king bed covered in a plain brown comforter.

“Why the cabin? Why not one of the houses?”

“I don’t need much space.” He shrugged his shoulders and shut the door. “Sit down.” He gestured to the sofa.

Jessie put her hands on her hips. “Do not tell me what to do.”

“But you want me to tell you what to do.”

She puffed out a breath a little annoyed with the tingles of excitement dancing over her skin. “I’m submissive only in the bedroom.”

“I will see to your safety.”

“I’m perfectly safe.”

“Oh, really.”

She barely had time to blink, and he was charging toward her. Without thinking she reacted, stepping out of his way and at the same time maneuvering her body so she tripped him as he flew by her.

Caleb went flying onto the floor, sliding into the wall.

“I’m not a defenseless female.” She put her hands on her hips, staring down at him with satisfaction.

“Glad to see it.” He smiled and then rubbed his shoulder where it had connected with the wall.

“Quit the macho act.” She held out her hand and helped him to his feet.

“Not an act.” Yanking her hand, he pulled her into his arms. Warmth and strength surrounded her. “Now what will you do?”

“Don’t tempt me, Caleb. I’ve grown up a lot in twelve years, just as you have.” She slid her leg slightly, letting her knee press against his groin in warning.

“Minx.” He flashed a grin, kissed her on the nose, and let her go. “Let’s sit down and discuss how this will go.”

Jessie tapped him on the chin before taking a seat on the sofa. She concentrated on her breathing as she waited for him to join her. Her heart rate was faster than she liked, and dang if her nipples weren’t hard. What this man did to her.

A minute later, Caleb ran his hands through his hair and joined her.

“Limits?” he asked.

She pressed her lips together, gathering her thoughts. “Hard limits are no blood, knife, or breath play. What happens between us has nothing to do with the club or our jobs.” The words rushed out of her. It had been a long time since she talked about her limits.

“Agreed. What about pain?”

“I’m not into a lot of pain, but I do enjoy a good spanking and flogging now and then.” Lightning danced through her nerves.

“What about whips and canes?” He leaned toward her, his gaze focused on her.

“I haven’t tried them.” Her eyes narrowed. How did she feel about them? A soft limit maybe, she wasn’t sure.

“We’ll work up to them.” He drew his finger down her cheek, leaving a path of fire in its place. “You will obey me.”

“In the bedroom or in the club if we use it to play in. Hard limit, Caleb. I’m submissive but no one’s slave.”

“Acceptable. And we will use the club to play.”

She swallowed. She’d never played in the club, so this would be new for her. But that was why she’d set up the signup sheets for staff. She’d make it very clear from the beginning with the staff that what they did in the club was their business and no one else’s. She expected the same courtesy.

He tapped her lips with his nail to get her attention. “Birth control?”

She nodded. “If we do anal, I’ll want you to use a condom.”

“Oh, we will do anal.”

Jessie closed her eyes. This man knew what he wanted. And deep down, she wanted this man to dominate her. Her heart raced.

“Any other restrictions?”

“No same sex, no humiliation, or piercing.” She paused. “That’s all I can think of right now. Most everything else are soft limits or limits you can push.”

“Good.” His fingers trailed over her neck, making her shiver. “When was the last time you played, Jessie?”

“A while.” Her gaze slipped from his and to her lap.

“We’re not playing now, so I want your eyes on me, not the floor.”

Her gaze returned to his. His eyes held concern and a hint of worry.

“How long?”

Her face grew warm. “Three years, two months, and seventeen days.”

“Why so long?”

The astonishment in his voice almost made her smile. “My mother passed away and the man in my life didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. I had a business to run, and no one was going to mess with the owner of a BDSM club.”

“If they only knew.” He shook his head. “But I could see how they might make the mistake. My hard limits are the same as yours. I want to start off slow. How much time do you have today?”

Jessie glanced at her watch. “It’s eleven now. I have to be back at the club by four.”

“Good.” He ran his fingers down her cheek. “I’m a little different than lots of Doms. I don’t require you to kneel or keep your eyes down.”

“Why is that?”

“I’d rather see into my sub’s face.” He smiled. “Let’s start. Stand up and strip.”

She didn’t move. Surprise coursed through her body. He wanted to start already?

“Defying me already?” There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Ummm, no, Sir.” She rose to her feet and began undoing her blouse.

Caleb leaned back and waited.

Jessie’s fingers shook as she removed her clothing, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She folded her blouse and set it on the small coffee table before removing her bra and doing the same. Next came her shoes and socks, and then her jeans and underwear. Her skin tingled, and she was glad the cabin was warm.

Forcing her hands to her sides, she stood there, waiting, staring at his feet. What would he think of her body?

“Very good.” Caleb didn’t move. “Since there’s no kneeling, the position I want you to be in is standing with your legs apart, hands behind your back.”

Putting her hands behind her back caused her breasts to thrust out. She took a deep breath to settle her nerves.

“Legs wider, sweetheart. I want to see my pussy.”

Her pussy moistened at his words. She widened her stance.

“Eyes up, Jessie. Remember, I like to see into my submissive’s eyes.” He stood, and she kept her gaze glued to his. “This is how you will greet me during our time together. Naked, legs spread, arms behind your back, and eyes on me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. How many Doms have you had?”

“One.” A shudder swept through her frame.

“And how were you treated?”

Jessie tilted her head to one side. “I don’t understand the question, Sir.”

“Was he good to you, or did he break your trust?”

Another shudder swept through her frame. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out. She hadn’t spoken to anyone, except her mother, about what had happened.

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “Jessie?”

“His name was Paul,” she whispered.

“What did he do?”

A tremor went through her as she remembered the humiliation Paul put her through.

Caleb took her by the shoulders and guided her to the sofa. But instead of letting her sit down, he sat and pulled her onto his lap and held her close.

“I was too young, too trusting.” She hated the vulnerability in her voice.

Caleb ran his palm up and down her back, helping her get her shallow breathing under control. Jessie began to relax against him, her breaths coming in a normal manner now. Caleb stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. His hands kept stroking her back. He wasn’t going to like what she said next.

“At first, everything was fine. We played in the bedroom, but after several months it began spilling out into everyday life. It was subtle, because it took me months to realize I was becoming his slave, and that wasn’t what I wanted.”

“And did you tell him that?”

“Yes.” She hugged herself.

“What happened, Jessie?”

His tone was low and coaxing. He wasn’t trying to rush her, and Jessie appreciated it. She didn’t want to tell him about her past; she wanted to forget it, but he deserved to know before they started to play. She wanted to trust Caleb, and in some ways, she already did, because she had never told anyone but her mother about Paul.

“I thought Paul had taken our discussion okay. He said he was sorry, and he would keep it confined to the bedroom.”

“But?”

“That weekend we went to a club over in Boston. We were regulars at the club, so I thought nothing of it. We started a scene. I was tied up to one of the spanking benches. Paul began to flog me…nothing different there. It felt good.”

She took a deep breath. “When he stopped flogging me, my pussy was dripping, which was par for the course. He began to call me names. Slut, bitch—things like that. Then he started to fingerfuck me, and I didn’t think there was anything unusual until I saw three other men walk into the scene.”

Jessie turned her head away, but Caleb cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’m here. Tell me what happened next.”

She drew in a breath. “Paul leaned down and whispered in my ear that I was his. His slave, his to do whatever he wanted. He’d invited the three men to scene with us. One was going to fuck my mouth while one fucked my pussy and the other my ass. And he was going to watch because I was his bitch and I wasn’t to object.”

Tears began to roll down her cheeks, Caleb wiped them away. “How did you get away from him?”

“Paul put his hand over my mouth, so I couldn’t yell out my safeword. I started struggling, fighting as much as I could since I was restrained. The three men hesitated because they’d been told I was willing. The DM noticed my struggles and the silence of the audience. He intervened.”

“As he should have.” He squeezed her shoulders.

She nodded. “I was so happy the DM stopped Paul. He made Paul release my mouth, and I screamed out my safeword. Paul went nuts. He grabbed one of the whips, but the DM stopped him before he could hit me. It took two DMs to drag Paul away.”

“What happened to him?”

“I don’t know. I never saw him again. The DM that helped untie me was a friend. He went with me to Paul’s apartment, and I got all my things and I went to my mom.”

“How did your mom take it?”

“Better than I thought she would.”

Jessie took another breath and let it out slowly. It had been surprisingly easy to tell Caleb about Paul. When her mom found out what had happened, Paul discovered just how much mental pain he had inflicted. Her mother hadn’t given an inch, even when Jessie begged her to stop.

Her mom had been a hard woman, one who didn’t understand how her daughter could be submissive. Her mother never understood that. But then again, after all was said and done, Jessie had no longer been sorry to see her mother humiliate Paul. He deserved to know how it felt.

Jessie enjoyed having Caleb’s arms around her as she sat in his lap. She could feel his hard shaft pressing against the back of her thigh. She wondered what he would do if she unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.

“Since we got that unpleasantness out of the way, let me tell you what I expect when we’re together.” He paused, and she nodded. “I expect you to obey my commands, to follow any directions I leave for you, and to be open and honest with me at all times. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Si—”

His fingers pressed against her lips, stopping her speech. “Open and honest, Jessie. Think about what I say, don’t answer automatically.” He removed his fingers and trailed them over her cheek.

“I wasn’t answering automatically.” She took a deep breath. Her skin danced with anticipation. Every nerve ending was alive and ready for Caleb. He wanted open and honest. “I’m attracted to you, Caleb. I have been since high school. I want your hands on my body, I want your lips, and I want your cock.” She wiggled her ass against his hard shaft.

“And you shall have them.” He kissed her on the nose. “How many lovers have you had, Jessie?”

“Two. The Dom I told you about and another guy.”

“He wasn’t a Dom?”

“No. But he was more acceptable to my mother. He didn’t have a dominant bone in his body. We broke up after her death.”

“Okay. Tell me about this first Dom, outside of him being an asshole for hurting you. Did he make you afraid of anything? Hurt you in any other way?”

“No. It was just that one incident. He was high on protocol, and as long as I did well with it, our relationship was just fine. I didn’t step out of line much.”

“Well, our relationship won’t have a lot of protocol. We will have a few common sense rules. I like freedom for us to play and enjoy ourselves.” He shifted closer to her, his warm hand touching her shoulder. “I’m assuming the second man was strictly vanilla.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I won’t be totally vanilla, but that doesn’t mean there won’t be times I just want to have sex with you. But most of the time I will want to play with you, Jessie. I’ll want to tease your breasts and nipples until you sigh with pleasure.”

His words sent a jolt of awareness up her spine and straight to her core.

“I will clamp your nipples and your clit, too. I will play with your pussy with my mouth, my fingers, and my toys. I want to tie you up and spank your ass until it’s a nice rosy color. I’ll flog you and whip you until you’re shaking from pleasure. I will tease you and bring you to multiple releases.” He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, they were hooded with desire. “Then do it all over again and again.”

Her pussy clenched. She wanted these things, too. She wanted him to take her, make her his.

“Based on our earlier conversation, how much anal play have you had?”

Heat flared over her skin. “Not much. Just plugs and beads.”

“We’ll work on that, then. I will push your limits, Jessie. Are you ready for that?”

She closed her eyes and then opened them. Lord, she wanted this. No, she wanted Caleb. He called to her submissive side in a way no one ever had before. Her gaze met his. “Yes, Caleb I’m ready. I want all of that, too.” Her heart pounded.

“Okay.” His fingers cupped her chin. “I’m not the same boy who left here twelve years ago. I’ve grown into a man. A dominant man.”

“You were a dominant teenager. I remember those kisses we shared.”

“Then let’s see how they compare to now.”

His lips found hers. Heaven. His mouth was tender against hers, almost seeking permission. Jessie sighed as she opened to his questing tongue. His tongue caressed her mouth, tangling with hers. His hands cupped her shoulders, holding her lightly. He was being gentle and going slow. She didn’t mind, not at all.

Caleb broke the kiss, and Jessie sucked in air. He could still kiss the breath right out of her.

His lips slid over her cheek to her ear. “You respond so beautifully.”

He pinched her nipples, and an electric shock jolted through her body. “Nice, tight nipples. I can’t wait to see my clamps there. But until then...” He dipped his head.

Hot moist heat enveloped one breast. He sucked and flicked her nipple with his tongue while his hand played with her other breast. Then he switched, and he tweaked her left nipple while his tongue toyed with her right breast.

Jessie’s pussy tightened and tension coiled in her belly. His mouth caressed her with just the right pressure—not too hard but not too soft. Her breathing hitched.

His hands slid down to her hips as he nuzzled between her breasts. Then he leaned her back and maneuvered her hips as he slid off the sofa. He knelt on the floor and slid her ass to the edge, spreading her thighs with his hands so he could drape her legs over his broad shoulders.

Her breath caught in her throat when his fingers touched her mound.

“You shave.” His warm breath caressed the skin of her inner thighs.

“A bit. I don’t like the totally bald look, but I keep it neat and trimmed.”

He grinned at her before his fingers touched her parted pussy lips. “So pink and full.” Her pelvis tightened and shifted eagerly toward his mouth. He ran his fingers around her pussy, not penetrating, but teasing her.

“And this pretty little clit.” He flicked it and her hips bucked. “Very touchy.” He kept their gazes locked as he leaned down. His tongue came out, and he gave her hard bud a long slow lick. A groan left her lips. She’d dreamed about Caleb going down on her for years. Her head fell back against the sofa.

“Do you use toys?”

“Yes.” Her voice was soft and breathless.

“Tell me what you use.” He licked all around her pussy, never penetrating as he ignored her throbbing clit.

“Vibrator mostly.”

He hummed against her flesh, and it shot fire through her core and into her veins. Her nipples puckered, and a rush of wetness surged to her pussy. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her pulse beat hard, and she arched her hips to get more of his attention.

“Easy, pet.” He slipped a finger into her wet channel.

Jessie’s mouth fell open as he began thrusting his finger within her pussy.

“Wet, hot, and tight.” He added a second finger, and she arched into his touch.

His fingers. Hard masculine fingers, rather than her soft ones. His touch was so different, harder, and surer of their duty. He played with her, and while she usually got herself off quickly, he took his time in teasing her.

“More,” she whispered. “Please, more.” She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing, trying to slow it down. But it didn’t work. Caleb added a third finger, and his mouth covered her clit.

Her climax exploded without her even being aware she was that close. She cried out, her hips shifting closer to him, wanting more. Her clit throbbed as he flicked it with his tongue, his fingers pumping as her core tightened around them.

“Caleb,” she whispered.

He lifted his head. “Another one, Jessie. Give me another one.” He took her clit in his mouth again.

She shook her head, and then another climax washed over her. She pressed her mound against his face and down onto his fingers. Bliss washed over her, and her mind went blank.

Caleb lifted his head from her clit and grinned. His Dom side was very pleased with Jessie’s reactions. His chest tightened. She was his for the taking. Jessie’s eyes were closed, her mouth open and her breathing heavy. She was so very responsive.

Her second climax was stronger than the first, and something told him she didn’t experience multiple climaxes often. Well, that would change. He eased his fingers out of her still throbbing pussy.

His cock was hard and pushing the fabric of his clothing. He wanted to plunge into her pulsing core, but this wasn’t the time. Easing her legs down, he let them rest on the floor. “Be right back.” He rose to his feet and retreated to the bedroom.

Lord. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Jessie was going to drive him over the edge without touching him. Caleb unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his shorts.

His cock sprang free. Striding across the room, he stepped into the bathroom as he took himself into his hand. On the first stroke, his balls tightened. It wasn’t going to take long.

Jessie was so responsive and damn if she didn’t taste like a fresh spring rain. His hand rapidly slid up and down his shaft. He couldn’t wait to see how her mouth would envelope him as she sucked him off. Or how tight her pussy would feel around his dick.

His spine stiffened. His head fell back, a groan leaving his lips as he shot his load into the bathroom sink. He continued to stroke himself in a calmer fashion until his climax faded. At least he could breathe now without worrying about coming. Cleaning up, he slipped on a clean pair of briefs and picked up a canvas bag before striding back into the living room.

Jessie sat on the sofa where he left her, legs spread. Her eyes were closed as if she was sleeping.

He dropped the bag. Her eyes opened, and he grinned at her. “Ready for more?” He knelt back down and draped her legs over his shoulders. Picking up the warm washcloth he’d brought with him, he gently washed her before tossing the cloth aside.

Pulling the canvas bag to him, he opened it and rummaged until he found the items he wanted. Jessie’s breathing increased.

He took the small vibrator and inserted the tip into her glistening pussy. She let out a moan. Gently, he worked it in and out of her, keeping the pace slow and easy. Her clit hardened and began to turn redder as blood rushed to it. Her breathing increased in speed. It only took seconds, and she was bucking and squirming.

“Caleb,” she said softly.

“This is for you, my pet. Come for me again and again. It’s all about you.” He wanted this to be all about her. Their first time together he wanted her pleased and sated. He was going to brand her with his Dom style.