A slight wince crossed Becca’s lips as she stretched, a grin quickly following it at the memory of why she felt like she’d been ridden hard. Because she had. Kendrick fucked her rough, just the way she loved it. But she wanted to see his dick because the thing felt like a monster. And it definitely left her feeling as though she walked bowlegged.
They both conked out after their scene. Waking up in Kendrick’s arms had been a bit of a surprise, for him as well as her. He sent her back to her house to shower and get ready for the busy day ahead with a command to meet him down at the Faire grounds in an hour.
That left her with little time to get ready. It felt good to bathe off the sweat and leftover lube, but when she went to wash between her legs, she winced again at how sore her pussy was. She couldn’t control the huge smile that covered her face. That had been one hot scene and she knew it was just going to get hotter every time.
Cassidy came into the bathroom as she was finishing up. “Need me to clean your cuts?” she asked with a yawn. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t come home, you lucky, lucky girl. How was he?”
Becca turned off the shower head and peeked around the curtain. “Wow.”
Her friend spluttered, her mouth dropping open. “That good huh?”
“There’s no other word that fits. He fucked me so hard I can’t walk straight. And yes, I could use some help with my back.”
It took another ten minutes for Cassidy to treat her welts and get them bandaged. “I need to get going. He wanted me to meet him one hour from when I left and I have less than twenty minutes.” Becca ran into her bedroom and grabbed a pair of jeans and a peasant blouse.
“No bra?” Cassidy said as she followed her.
“He likes my tits.” Or at least she hoped he did. Come to think on it, he hadn’t mentioned them in his perusal of her the night before. She bit her lip. What if he didn’t like that part of her?
“Get a move on, then. Supposedly there’s supposed to be breakfast delivered this morning so we’ll get food at least and find out the huge job ahead of us.”
Becca pulled on her calf-high boots and after giving Cassidy a peck on the cheek, hurried out of the room, down the stairs, and out of her cabin. Cool, crisp air met her and she inhaled deeply as she walked toward the Faire.
The grounds looked sad with nothing going on. But the benches next to the café were covered in boxes of donuts and little bottles of apple and orange juice. Her stomach rumbled and she was tempted to dive in, but she remembered Kendrick’s command from the night before. She looked around and spotted him and several others standing over by one of the shops and she trotted in their direction. When she got close, she slowed down to a walk and stood straight with her head up and her eyes cast down. As soon as she reached his side, she slid gracefully to her knees and stayed there.
Strong fingers combed through her hair. “Good morning, Rebecca.”
“Morning, Sir.”
“As you see, Rebecca is mine,” Kendrick said. “I do enjoy your outfit, little one, but there’s something I need to add to it.” He pulled a simple leather collar out of his pocket and secured it around her throat. “It looks good on you. Now go get yourself some breakfast and bring me something as well.” He patted her shoulder and turned back to the others.
She rose to her feet and trotted back to the food, her stomach rumbling in anticipation. After putting two doughnuts and a couple croissants on a plate, she paused at the juice. Did Kendrick like orange or apple? While she preferred apple, she could drink either, so she grabbed one of each. Whichever he didn’t want, she would drink.
When she was back at his side, she knelt again, feeling secure with the collar around her throat. Whereas the former owners of the Faire hadn’t understood the significance, Kendrick and his friends did.
He took a doughnut off the plate and she offered up both drinks. “Which would you prefer?” he asked.
She stalled, unsure of how to answer. Would he prefer she left it up to him or did he want her to choose?
“I like them both, little one,” he said. “Pick the one you want and I’ll have the other.”
With a soft smile, she handed him the orange juice. It was a relief to have him explain. She’d been with Doms in the past who wanted her to make mistakes. They hadn’t lasted long.
“Thank you. My brother Rhys should be arriving in an hour or so. Once he does, he and I will be embroiled in contract info. That will bore the hell out of you,” he said with a chuckle. “So I’m giving you a choice. You can help Alice with her plans for sectioning off the shops and what goes where. Or you can help Neil who will be testing the strength of the stages and the equipment in the dungeon. He won’t be playing with you,” he said firmly. “You’d just be acting as his assistant.”
“Whichever pleases you, Sir,” she said. From the sounds of it, he trusted all his friends and would not put her in a compromising position.
“You please me,” he said warmly, once again sliding his fingers through her hair. “I’ll send you with Alice. The shops take top priority right now.”
“Wonderful,” Alice said. “Finish your breakfast, Becca, and we’ll get to it. I look forward to your input since you’ve been here for a week.”
She finished her food and drink and when Kendrick headed down toward the docks, she stood up and walked over to Alice. “How would you like me to refer to you?” she asked in a respectful tone.
Alice smiled. At somewhere in her early to mid-fifties, Alice was about five feet seven with curly dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Her eyes twinkled and if it weren’t for a certain aura pouring off her, Becca never would have guessed she was a Domme.
“Until the Faire opens, Alice is fine. Titles don’t matter much to me as long as respect is prevalent. Now,” she said, rubbing her hands together. “You and I get to figure out where to put the new shops. This will be tentative until the architect gets here, but if we have our ideas firmly planned out, he should be able to tweak them to fit the landscape.” She waved at the Faire which looked sad without anyone there.
“Everyone’s gone,” Alice said. “The two shopkeepers and the café owner were sent packing,” she said with a snort.
“How will we live without dark brown sludge?” Becca teased making her laugh.
“Craig’s talking to a few coffee people in the area. The equipment in the café is new and is a good name, so we’re thinking all we need is good coffee beans and some baristas who know what they’re doing.”
The next few hours were some of the most pleasant she’d had since she arrived to work at the Faire, discounting her time with Kendrick the night before. Alice had a good sense of humor and was highly irreverent. And hearing about the shops that would be taking up temporary residence for the rest of the summer was exciting.
“Cock and Bull?” Becca spluttered when Alice gave her one of the new shop names.
“Once you get to know Alec, you’ll see his sense of humor in everything. He’s a gay bear, dominant, and an expert in CBT, floggers, and mind fucking. His online shop is Alec’s Cock and Bull and he figured me might as well keep the name for his store here.” She smiled. “I look forward to seeing him again. It’s been almost a year. That man needs a permanent sub,” she murmured, almost under her breath. As if realizing she’d said that aloud, she shrugged. “I’m biased. I’ve been with Joseph for a long time. It took about ten years of marriage before we realized we were trying to operate in a relationship society was pressing on us. He’s happier when I take care of things and I’m happy keeping him busy and happy.”
Alice winked. “One day we happened upon BDSM. Not only did the kink excite us, but the D/s aspect made entirely too much sense. We had our growing pains, but compared to the first ten years of our marriage, it was a cake walk.”
“That’s nice that you’ve been together for so long,” Becca said as they took some stakes and drove them into the ground to show where they saw shops being. “So many BDSM relationships last a year or two. My longest lasted three.”
“I know. Many in the lifestyle think the spice is in the change.” Alice shook her head. “If the kink starts feeling dry and boring, it’s up to the couple to change things up. I grew up to think longevity. Old-fashioned, I guess. But I wouldn’t give up my thirty-five years of marriage to Joseph for anything or anybody.”
“Do you have any children?”
“Oh yes. Tony is thirty-five.” She coughed and winked. “He was born three days after our wedding.” Becca laughed. “Ariana is thirty-two. And Jacob is thirty. They’re all grown up with lives, families, and careers of their own. We get together for Christmas every year, but that’s the only time we see them.”
“Any grandchildren?” She liked talking to Alice. Here was a woman who was happy and proud of her lifestyle and her choices and still lived a full life. It was something Becca wanted for herself.
“Watch out,” Joseph said, startling her as he walked up. Twinkling brown eyes watched her. “You’re just begging her to bring out the pictures. Once she starts talking about the most perfect grandchildren on earth, she’ll never stop.”
“Shush,” Alice said and leaned toward him. He bent down and kissed her and Becca let out a silent sigh. It was obvious they were still in love. When they pulled apart, Alice turned back to her. “He’s worse than I am. I don’t have a billfold, so I’d have to find my purse to show you pictures. He’s got them on hand.”
“How many are there?” she couldn’t help asking.
“We’ve got six so far with two more on the way,” Joseph said, pulling out his wallet and opening it. The first picture was of three children. “These are Tony’s kids. Adam, Mark, and Paul. His wife Sarah is expecting twins.” He turned to a picture of two children. “Here’s Ariana’s brood. Stacy and Caleb. And here,” he added as he turned to a picture of a child with large blue eyes who was grinning at the camera, “is the baby, Caspian. He’s Jacob’s boy and quite the charmer.”
“I can tell,” Becca said with a smile. “Look at those eyes.”
“Uh-oh.” Kendrick’s voice filled her ears and she turned with delight toward him. He strode toward her with a man who looked remarkably like him in tow. Holy shit. His brother was just as attractive as he was. “Joseph’s popped out the wallet. You’ll hear all about the Kelsey clan.” He stopped a couple feet away and she walked over and glided to her knees. Almost instantly, his fingers drifted through her hair. She melted into his touch. “Wait until he tells you the story of when Adam found one of grandma’s floggers and dragged it into the living room to ask what it was.”
She giggled and Kendrick’s brother burst out laughing.
“Everything else was locked up,” Alice said in obvious amusement. “That flogger was merely for ornamentation. Unfortunately I hadn’t hung it yet and Adam, being delightfully inquisitive, found it.”
“What did you tell him?” Kendrick’s brother asked.
“I told him the truth,” Alice said with a wicked grin. “That it was for two things, hanging on the wall, and spanking naughty adults when they get bad.”
Joseph let out a booming laugh. “Adam put the flogger on her lap and walked over to his father with the biggest eyes. ‘Don’t be naughty, Daddy’ he said.”
“And he’ll never live that down,” Kendrick said in amusement. “In twenty years, you’ll be telling his wife that story and he’ll be dying of embarrassment. Now, Becca, let me introduce you to my elder brother, Rhys. Rhys, this is my sub, Becca.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Rhys said in a warm voice and held out his hand. “If my brother fucks up, please tell me so I can tease him about it for the rest of his life.”
She laughed, delighted to see the same teasing blue eyes as Kendrick’s looking at her. “I can tell having two of you around should be interesting.”
“Very interesting,” Alice agreed. “It’s been too long, honey,” she said and hugged Rhys.
“That it has, Alice.” Rhys lifted her up and swung her around. “I see you didn’t talk him out of buying this place,” he added as he put her down.
“Pfft,” Alice said in response. “It’s perfect. It just needs some tweaking.”
Rhys glanced around. “It looks to me like it needs a lot of tweaking. However, if it works out, it’ll be fantastic. I might spend all my vacations here.”
Since lunch had been delivered, they headed toward the benches to eat. Kendrick kept a hand on her lower back which made her smile. She loved how he seemed to be unable not to touch her when they were near one another.
Long hoagies covered the benches and off to the side were several coolers and huge boxes.
Kendrick looked at them as he filled two plates with food. “What are those for?” he asked as he handed one plate to Becca and patted a bench. She stood up and sat down next to him.
“Glad you asked,” Craig said, walking up. “The kitchen is in perfect condition and everything was hooked up. We have a chef. Michaelo is a Dom and jumped at the chance to run the kitchen for the summer. He’s there now, getting everything primed. This is the first set of groceries. Tonight we get a real meal. We’ll serve it in the room next to the kitchen. It will make a great cafeteria while we need it.”
“Perfect,” Kendrick said. “When will Slate be here?”
“In two weeks. He gave his notice to the cupcakery he works at this morning. Jilly says working here will be good for him as he has a hard time fitting in where he lives. He needs to be in a place where he’s not going to be judged for being an out and proud gay sub.”
Conversation swirled around them as Becca ate. Names she didn’t know passed overhead and she was amazed how many people they knew in the kink world. Usually it took her time before she felt comfortable around new people, even in BDSM clubs. But she already felt at home with the people surrounding her. Even Rhys who was big and imposing and practically Kendrick’s doppelganger, except for the silver at his temples.
Glancing off to the side, she spotted Cassidy sitting and talking with the others who had stayed from the original group. As if feeling Becca’s gaze, she turned and looked at her. And grinned. Her eyes flipped to Kendrick, then Rhys, and back and she raised both eyebrows. Becca had no doubt her friend would be asking questions about the other Finleigh as soon as possible.
Warm breath against her ear made her tremble. “Did you and Alice get everything figured out?”
Becca turned her attention completely on Kendrick. “Yes, Sir. There are going to be some amazing shops, even just for the short amount of time the Faire will be open.” She smiled. “My savings is going to go belly up.”
He chuckled. “Just wait until next summer. We’ll have many more. A friend of mine does leather work and makes the most wonderful corsets and dresses out of it. She’ll have a store next year.” Kendrick looked her up and down. “I would love to see you in one of her creations.”
Her breath hitched and she nodded. “Me too, Sir.” She loved the scent and feel of leather but had never worn any. The thought they might be able to get together next summer sent a zing of pleasure through her.
A tall, thin man with tattoos on the left side of his neck, shoulders, and arm walked toward them with a dolly. His head was shaved and he had a clipped black beard. He and Craig loaded several of the large boxes onto it. Once the dolly was filled, Craig turned toward them. “Kendrick, this is Michaelo, our chef. Mick, these are our intrepid crew for now. Kendrick is the head of our organization.”
Kendrick raised his hand. “I’ll come meet you later, Mick. In the meantime, please work with Craig as he already knows what’s going on with the kitchen. I look forward to a real meal.”
Michaelo smiled and nodded. “I may have an ego,” he said, a thick Italian accent dripping from his tongue and drawing most of the female eyes and several of the males as well. “But I’ll state that once you have my food, everyone else’s will pale in comparison.”
“Perfect. Only the best for the Elan Township and the Faire.” Kendrick lifted his can of soda in a salute and Michaelo chuckled before hauling away the dolly.
“Nice looking man,” Rhys said, “but I can tell he’s a Dom from here.”
Kendrick snorted. “’Fraid so, big brother. You’ll have to keep your eye open for some sweet and naughty twinks.”
Ah, so Rhys was gay. Becca hid a smile when she saw Cassidy pout. No going after the elder Finleigh.
“When are you going back?” Joseph asked and for a moment Becca wasn’t sure who he was talking to. Until Rhys spoke.
“Monday. The House is currently not in session but there are a few things I want to get done. Only seven months left before I’m out of office.” He groaned. “Fuck I look forward to being out of there.” Office? Becca turned and blinked at him. He was a congressman?
“Are you running for something else?” Craig asked.
Rhys shook his head. “This was my third term. There are rules of engagement and propriety for a member of the house, senate, and pretty much any public office. I cannot be both kinky and a congressman. I’ve kept the kink side of myself hidden for almost seven years. The only way I’m getting away with coming here is by putting it down as a visit to see my brother. I’m tired of hiding who I am. So as of January of next year, I’m a private citizen again.” He jabbed Kendrick in the waist. “If you get the co-op side going, I just might buy in.”
Kendrick shot him a grin and Alice groaned. “Two Finleighs all the time? I’m going to have to set traps.”
Becca giggled, remembering the night before, and Kendrick sent her an amused glance before looking at Alice. “Well, you’ve already whomped me, Alice. I’m sure you’ll find a way to keep Rhys from going out of control too.”
Alice burst into delighted laughter and Becca followed.
“Don’t tell me,” Craig said. “She added to your limits list.”
“Yep,” Kendrick said with a chuckle. “You should have seen the look on Becca’s face when she asked me what whomping was.”