31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (30 page)

‘You’re incredible, you looked after him for so
long without my support, it’s the least I could do. I take it you’re still
breast feeding?’ he enquired. I nodded and he groaned. ‘Lucky little bugger.’

‘Dan,’ I laughed and batted his shoulder.

‘Go and sit in your chair, I’ll bring him to you,’
he ordered. I did as I was told, feeling so emotional it was overwhelming. He’d
gone to so much expense and trouble for us, to make us feel at home, my excuses
for refusing to live with him were dwindling by the hour. I smiled as Oliver
giggled when Dan hoisted him up in the air then pulled him down against his
shoulder and kissed his neck over and over, until all three of us were in fits
of laughter as he thrashed and squealed in his father’s arms. Dan reluctantly
handed him over to me and watched with a soft look on his face as I fed him.

‘You’ll get to hold him again soon enough. But
he’s all out of sync with the journey here. He’s usually awake for a while, has
a feed then goes to sleep.’

‘He sleeps a lot.’

‘About fifteen hours a day,’ I nodded. ‘I put him
down at about six p.m. at night and with the exception of a feed in the middle
of the night, he sleeps pretty much through until morning, I’m really lucky.’

‘So with breast feeding you have to wake up every
night to feed him?’

‘Most of the time. While Brooke and Molly lived
with me I expressed into a bottle and they fed him with that so I could have
the odd full night’s sleep when I was really exhausted.’

‘I’ll do that for you, you must be shattered doing
that all the time.’

‘I don’t mind, I love looking after him,’ I smiled
as I kissed his head while he suckled away.

‘Well tonight I’m taking over,’ Dan advised, as he
crouched next to me and kissed my cheek. ‘You’re not on your own anymore.’

‘No, I’m not am I?’ I smiled and pursed my lips
for a proper kiss, my stomach somersaulting as he did.

Saturday 11
^th
July ~ Year Two

Ellie

‘Stop,’ I screamed in the
shower as he tickled me while kissing my neck, after some seriously hot and wet
sex.

‘I love hearing you laugh, as well as scream my
name like you did last night when I had you from behind, bent over the kitchen
island.’

‘Don’t remind me,’ I groaned. ‘I still ache all
over, you were a machine, I was riding the pound train express.’

He laughed and kissed me again. After sex last
night, he’d explained what turned him on even more that just having regular “Vanilla”
sex with me, saying it wasn’t that our sex life wasn’t great, or that I didn’t
please him sexually, but sometimes he needed more, that it was a way for him to
deal with his demons. I knew how much he wanted me, so I wasn’t fazed that he
needed something extra sometimes, as long as it was with me and only me. He
told me that he got off on control and submission, but not in a sadistic or
bullying way like some of the books I’d read, he simply wanted the power during
sex, for me to give myself up to him, to do whatever he asked and in return he
promised to make sure I experienced plenty of intense orgasms and that if it
ever got too much I could make him stop by shouting the word “Red.”

He didn’t want to discuss the ins and outs, or
have written contracts, saying he’d rather go with the flow as to how he was
feeling on any particular day. He’d give me an order, or direction, or tell me
what he was about to do to me and if I didn’t like the idea and wanted to
discuss it in more detail then I’d use “Yellow.” Otherwise he’d assume I was ok
with whatever he was proposing that wasn’t in my usual sphere of “normal” sex.
Normal being a number of positions, locations and oral. I’d never had anal sex,
been tied up, blindfolded, spanked, paddled or had orgasms denied, which were
pretty much the sorts of things that Dan apparently enjoyed. He wasn’t into
being a dominant in everyday life as far as the true sense of the word meant,
but he enjoyed the sexual control and the fact that I would trust him to look
after me. He especially got off on giving me pleasure and watching me come.
Who’d
have a problem with that?
I wondered, as we kissed under the hot downpour.
In my mind I was getting the better part of the deal. Though I did remind him
if he thought he could boss me around all the time out of the bedroom, he
needed to revise his expectations.

We had breakfast, including a Starbucks blend
coffee from the new coffee machine, then decided to have a walk as it was such
a lovely day. Dan was eager to introduce us both to Mr. and Mrs. McAdams as well,
so he went up to get Oliver and completely melted my heart when he came down
the stairs having dressed him in one of his new outfits, with a little baseball
cap, then suspended him from some kind of baby harness he was wearing. Oliver
had already fallen asleep in it, with his little cheek pressed against Dan’s
white t-shirt. We held hands as we took a slow walk around the island on my old
running track, while I asked Dan loads of questions about his business and what
he was working on at the moment. I couldn’t believe the difference in the views
being on the island in summer, it was even more stunning than in winter. Oliver
woke up and spent the remainder of the walk gurgling as he gently bounced and
tried to clutch Dan’s t-shirt in his little hands.

‘Be thankful he hasn’t tried to latch onto your
nipple,’ I advised with a laugh.

‘I plan on latching onto yours later,’ he winked.

‘That’s so not right,’ I objected.

‘So just because you’re lacerating I can’t suck on
your nipples anymore?’

‘Lactating, I don’t want you lacerating my nipples
thank you. I don’t know, it’s just weird.’

‘Weird or not I’m game. Damn, let’s stop talking
about nipples as I’ve gone hard already.’

‘Doesn’t seem to take much,’ I winked.

‘Not with you around. Come on, they’ll be waiting
for us with lunch no doubt,’ he grinned as we headed up to their cabin. He
showed me his gym first, which contained the sauna and I felt my cheeks flush.
‘What?’

‘I just had a few happy visuals of you sitting in
here with a small white towel and all dripping in sweat during my time here
that December.’

‘Really? Well save that fantasy and I’ll ask them
to babysit at the house, so we can come and live that one out.’

‘Ok, now I’m getting all hot and wet, can we go
and see them before I end up with a wet bra as well as knickers.’

We were welcomed with open arms by the lovely
older couple, they were so excited to meet me, let alone Oliver. Mrs. McAdams
sat him on her knee while we were fed with some hot delicious Scotch pies,
similar to a Cornish pastie, then Clootie dumplings, a suet and fruit pudding
with double cream and a dash of whisky. She winked at me as Dan had seconds of
pudding, after already having eaten three of the pies, I smiled and shook my
head and moved to sit by her while Dan took Oliver and he and Mr. McAdams
argued about getting an electric chainsaw for the logs this winter.

‘You’ve got yourself a bonnie wee baby here,’ she
confirmed, as she smiled at me.

‘I have haven’t I? I think he’s going to be a
looker, just like his dad,’ I nodded. She reached over and squeezed one of my
hands resting on my knee.

‘He’s so happy to have you back in his life. He
was insufferable while you were apart after your stay in the hotel last time.’

‘Really?’ I laughed.

‘It’s no laughing matter, lassie. He even went off
his food for over a month, and you know how much he loves his food. I’ve never
seen that happen. I had to slap him to knock some sense into him,’ she confirmed.
I covered my mouth as I tried not to laugh even harder at the thought of this
mild mannered small old lady slapping Dan. ‘He’s been happier than I’ve ever
seen him since he came back on Monday. I had to be his baby advisor to tell him
what items you’d need to be comfortable while you stayed.’

‘He dragged you shopping?’

‘Well he didn’t have to twist my arm, I was as
excited as he was. He chose all the colours himself, that lamp, moved all of
the furniture out and did all the painting. I never thought I’d see the day he
was so animated and excited. Look at him, he’s a natural with him.’

‘He really is,’ I sighed and grabbed a tissue from
my jeans and dabbed my eyes. ‘I feel so bad that I deprived him of Oliver’s
first three months.’

‘You did what you thought was best at the time,
don’t beat yourself up. The way he’s shut himself off for so many years, it was
obvious that he wasn’t ready to let go of the past. Leaving you in London was
his rock bottom. Maybe going there was what he needed, so he could realise what
a blessing you having this baby was.’

‘I hope so, he’s had such bad luck he really
deserves to be happy.’

‘Trust me, he’s happy, Miss Baxter.’

‘Please, call me Ellie. From the way Dan speaks
about you you’re as good as his family.’

‘Don’t make an old woman cry,’ she chastised as it
was her turn to dab at her eyes. ‘So I don’t want to tread on any toes, he
tells me that you’re a wonderful cook, but if ever you need the night off, just
let me know and I can step in.’

‘That’s so kind of you and I hope that I’m not
doing you out of a job?’

‘No, not at all. He’s too generous, he’s insisted
that we stay living here with a salary even if he has no work for us. We had
six children and all our money was spent bringing them up, we couldn’t afford
pensions, so we’re incredibly grateful to him. He’s like our seventh child, I’d
do anything to help keep him this happy, but don’t you be telling him that,’
she warned with a pointed finger. ‘Best to keep him on his toes.’

‘I’m sure it is,’ I smiled and leaned over and
kissed her cheek. ‘Thank you for looking after him so well. We’ll have to do
some cooking together and exchange recipes and tips.’

‘Now you’re talking, lass,’ she beamed. I looked
around as Oliver started crying and Dan looked at me horrified.

‘I didn’t do anything,’ he uttered.

‘That’s either his I need a nappy changing or I’m
hungry again, cry.’

‘How do you know which?’ he asked.

‘Hold him in the air and smell his bottom.’

‘Seriously?’ he looked at me aghast and we all
started laughing. ‘Are you taking the piss?’

‘No. You don’t want to go to all the trouble of
undressing him and undoing a perfectly good nappy if he’s just hungry.’

‘Here you do it,’ he uttered, as he held him at arm’s
length and walked over to me.

‘Last night you offered to help and be hands on,
sniff his butt,’ I ordered, enjoying the rare power exchange.

‘If I was in the office and someone farted I
wouldn’t go around sniffing their backsides, out of concern for follow
through,’ he scowled, as Oliver just dangled from his dad’s large hands with
his eyes wide.

‘You’re not in the office and this isn’t an
employee. It’s your son. Are you telling me you don’t love your son enough to
sniff his clothed bottom?’ I asked trying to keep a straight face.

‘Can’t argue with that young Daniel,’ Mrs. McAdams
chuckled and gave me a high five.

‘Wade in here will you?’ he ordered, as he looked
at Mr. McAdams for support.

‘Never argue with a mother, you’ll learn that very
fast,’ he shrugged. ‘And if you don’t she’ll keep popping out more until you do
learn.’

‘O poor Dan,’ I giggled as his face turned to one
of utter mortification. ‘So come on sniff.’

‘Trust me, sniffing his bottom’s not the worst
thing that could happen to a father while looking after his son,’ Mr. McAdams
nodded.

‘What’s worse?’ Dan asked, as I marvelled at his
arm strength to still be holding Oliver out stretched like that.

‘Some things are best learned on the job,’ he
chuckled.

‘Fine,’ sighed Dan, as he gingerly lifted Oliver
up and sniffed and immediately screwed up his face and tried to pass him back
to me. ‘Jesus christ, take him. That’s definitely a nappy issue.’

‘Then you need to learn how to clean him up and
change him,’ I nodded, as I opened a small bag with a pack of wet wipes and a
couple of nappies. ‘Do you mind if we use the dining table?’

‘Not at all,’ grinned Mrs. McAdams. I flicked my
head for Dan to carry him over and lay him down on a wipe clean foldable mat
and watched as he undressed him. Oliver giggled and waved his arms in the air
so I leaned over and blew a raspberry on his tummy making him do it again. I
watched as Dan undid the tabs on the side, opened it up and recoiled in horror
to see the mess.

‘Ok, hold his ankles and lift him up a little, so
you can wipe his bottom with these and then you can drop them on the nappy and
slide it out from under him,’ I instructed and Dan groaned as he did as he was
told, as I heard the McAdams chuckling behind me. Dan lay Oliver back down and
quickly scrunched up the nappy and I handed him a bag to tie it up in. ‘Right
here’s a new nappy, you lift him up again and position it under him.’

‘I’ve never smelled anything like that,’ he
uttered as he shook his head. When Oliver gurgled again, Dan smiled and bent
down to kiss his stomach, just as he started to pee. Dan yelled in surprise as
he got hit full force in the face and all over his t-shirt. Mr. and Mrs.
McAdams and I burst out laughing and Oliver giggled his head off as Dan’s mouth
opened and closed as he tried to wipe it all off his face. I handed him a wipe,
as I tried to remove the tears of laughter running down my face. ‘Did you plan
this?’

‘Plan?! He has a mind of his own, but he does seem
to prefer to pee when the nappies are off.’

‘You could have bloody warned me,’ he muttered as
he tried to wipe himself down.

‘Aye, that’ll be one of the things you learn on
the job, laddie,’ chuckled Mr. McAdams.

‘O stop fussing, it’s just pee. You’ll soon get
used to it. Look how happy you’ve made him, he can’t stop giggling,’ I smiled
as I reached up and wiped Dan’s face for him and dabbed at his t-shirt. He
shook his head and let out a chuckle as he saw our son loving all the laughter
going on and wiped him clean.

‘You’re so in for a punishment later for that,’ he
advised me with a knowing look, as he tried to do up the nappy. I gulped and
felt my pussy clench. Other than spanking me when I was over his shoulder those
few times, I’d never been punished. The thought of Dan all in control though
was intoxicating. I realised we were just staring at each other, heat shimmering
off us both and our thoughts probably obvious to our onlookers, so I hip bumped
him over and showed him how to do a nappy up properly.

‘I hate to leave, but I really ought to feed him
and put him down for his afternoon nap,’ I sighed as I packed up his bag.

‘You must come up another day, it’s been so lovely
to have you all over,’ Mrs. McAdams advised.

‘I’ve loved meeting you both and thank you so much
for your hospitality. You’re going to have to show me your recipe for those
pies and dumplings. Dan couldn’t get enough of them.’