Indulgence (153 page)

“All the neighbors have. By the way, have you seen my
garden?” It’s a running joke with us, and I watch, as his face contorts almost
like he’s in pain.

“Yeah. Baby, why don’t you just quit torturing those poor
plants? It’s obvious to me that you have a brown thumb.” He’s trying to keep a
straight face, but I can see he’s about to crack.

“I want to be the local poster child for how
not
to
grow a vegetable garden. I’ll talk to Angie. Matter of fact, I suppose I could
ask any of the women around here for some pointers. I’m thinking maybe I should
try growing some grapevines, maybe do some homemade wine.”

He shoots me a huge grin. “Now
that
I could get
behind. But keeping the birds away would be a real challenge.”

“I’d have to ask around about that too. So how long will it
be before the soybeans and corn are self-sustaining crops?”

“Long time. Good thing we’ve got the cattle. That’ll keep us
going until we can make some headway with the crops. Actually, that meeting at
the extension office last night brought up some things that some of the other
farms are doing, and I’ve got some ideas to talk to you about tonight.”

“Sure. I’m open to just about anything.”

He grins and moves in behind me at the sink, running his
hand down into the front of my shorts. “Just about anything?”

“Yes, Sir. Just about anything.”

His breath is warm on my neck as he whispers back, “Sounds
good to me.”

When his finger finds my clit I hiss out, “Don’t start
something you can’t finish.”

“Damn. Okay.” His lips press into the side of my neck and I
groan. “I’m going out to work.
Somebody
has to work around this place.”
I slap his arm and scowl. “When does Candy get off today?”

“Six. She’ll be home around seven.”

A devious smile takes over and his eyes darken in that sexy
way I love so well. “Good. We’ll have the evening. And I’m going to take
advantage of it. See you later, Mrs. Givens.” Every time he calls me that, I’m
transported back to that day just weeks after his hospital stay when we stood
in front of this house, that construction dumpster just a few feet away, and
gave our lives to each other in front of our families and closest friends. Just
as we’d been pronounced husband and wife, the gray sky had cut loose with a
clap of thunder that took us both back to that magical night when we knew our
lives were fused together forever. It’s a moment sealed in our minds for time
and eternity.

“I’ll be waiting, Mr. Givens. Sir.” I wink at him as he
strides out the door, and he stops in the doorway and winks back.

When dinner’s done that evening and the dishes are all taken
care of, I hear him tell Candy, “I’m taking Kimmie out for a ride. Don’t know
what time we’ll be back. May be morning.”

“Okay. Have fun. Don’t get eaten up by skeeters.” Candy’s
determined to be a country girl. It’s so cute.

“Won’t. Have a good evening, honey.” I hear a little smack
and I know he just kissed her on the cheek. Ever since we got here, he’s
treated her like a daughter, and she’s flourished under his love and attention.
I’m not jealous; I’m proud. I treat her like a daughter too, and she and
Melissa get along great. Pet will start preschool next year, and I’m betting
Candy tries to get an apartment in town so they can be closer to activities.
But for now, they’re happy to be here, and we’re happy to have them.

Jaz grabs my hand and leads me outside. When we get to the
truck, he opens the door. “Get on up in there, girl.” As I climb in, he smacks
my ass and I giggle, but I won’t be giggling for long. I’m pretty sure I know
what he’s up to. We drive out to the far side of the farm. There, ramshackle
but still intact, is the tiny cabin his great-grandparents had built all those
years ago. When the road had been moved closer to the other side of the farm,
they’d abandoned the little house for another, the one we live in now, but they
kept this one up. Jaz’s grandparents had actually lived in it for awhile after
they first married, and he always thought of it as an enchanted place. And it
will be tonight.

Once the candles are lit everywhere, my husband strips me
and then strips himself. Every ounce he lost after his injuries and surgeries
is back, and it’s all there in the form of lean, hard muscle. Carrying hay
bales, working with the cattle, repairing this and that, they’ve all hardened
him into a strong, healthy specimen of a male, and nowhere is he stronger and
harder than that cock pointed right at me. I worship it every night, and every
night it makes me glad I’ve bowed before it. My birthday present this year was
a new orthopedic mattress for the big iron bed, thank god. We’ve spent a lot of
nights out here, and the old one was shot. “Present, sub.”

Dropping into the most comfortable of the positions I use, I
can feel his eyes all over me, his approval of me, my body, and my submission
to him. Kneeling there with my back to the bed, I wonder what he’s planned for
me. When he’s finished preparing whatever it is he’s doing, his hands wander my
body from behind, stroking every curve and making me purr. Nerve endings
glowing, I have to struggle to stay still and calm with every cell in my body
on high alert. My pussy goes into a frenzy, pulsing and clenching, and I want
it filled with him. When he steps in front of me and lifts me, I go with it,
wrapping my arms around his neck as he places me on my feet. Hands gripping my
wrists, he forces my arms behind me, and I feel the plush pile of the linings
in my leather cuffs as it caresses my wrists and ankles. The belt wraps around
my waist, and he secures my bound hands to the ring on the back of it, and my
body makes a conscious decision to surrender itself into his hands. Two more
cuffs go around my ankles, and he taps my feet until they’re far enough apart
for the spreader bar, and my heart starts to pound. He literally lifts me,
turns me around to face the bed, and orders, “Bend over the bed, submissive.”

The snap of latex startles me, and then something cold and
damp drips down the crack of my ass. This is not something he wants often, but
when he does, he takes it, and tonight must be the night. His fingers are
insistent as they work the lube into my tight starburst, and then he breaches
my forbidden depths with his cock.

“Sssssssss, ahhhhh, Kimmie. God, girl. Yes,” he hisses out
as he presses into me firmly. “Which part of you isn’t mine?”

“There’s no part of me that’s not yours, Master,” I gasp
out.

“That’s correct. There’s no part of you that’s not mine to
use as I see fit. And,” he adds after slapping my ass hard with both hands,
“there’s no part of me that’s not designed to give you pleasure. I do so like
to see you overwhelmed with pleasure. And I plan to overwhelm you tonight.”
That familiar scent fills the room again, but instead of spreading the lavender
oil on my skin, I feel him massage a bit into my clit, and it starts to tingle
and grow warm as the circulation to it increases. I can’t help but moan and
squirm, and he manages to squeeze a battery-operated vibrator between me and
the bed and direct it straight onto my hot spot.

“Gahhhh! Oh, god, Master. Please . . .”

“No, sub. Wait for me. Wait. Wait.” I can feel his pumping
grow more insistent, and then he rises on his toes, arches his back, and calls
out, “Damn, Kimmie, come with me!”

My body shudders as it releases the orgasm, its effects
rippling out to my limbs as Jaz buries that fine, hard dick of his in my
backdoor. I’m gasping and trembling as he grinds into me and then stills, leaning
over and onto my back. He peppers my shoulder blades with kisses that set me on
fire, then rises. His hands are warm but demanding as he unfastens my wrist
cuffs from the back of the belt, then strips the belt off and places me on the
bed. I shudder as he binds me to the headboard, then pulls the spreader bar
straight up and secures each ankle cuff to the head of the bed with long
straps. Once I’m trussed up, feet straight up in the air, legs spread by the
bar, and wrists secured, and I’m helpless, completely at his mercy, my every
thought focused on how he’s going to use me. He smiles down at me and I watch
as he cleans us both up, then produces a good-sized butt plug. I guess the
breath I suck in lets him know I’m anxious to have it, and he lubes it up and
forces it into me as I hiss and groan. His next move is to bury his face in my
slit, and he spends his time alternately sucking and flicking his tongue over
my clit, and then burying that hot, rough tongue in my cunt. Suck, lick, tongue
fuck; suck, lick, tongue fuck. Yeah. And when I come, my arms and legs shaking,
he rises up and shoves his strong, bare cock into my hot, wet, aching pussy.

Between the butt plug and his size and shape, I’m zooming
along on the jet stream again in just a few strokes. I cry out in bliss as we
both come and I once again experience that pleasure I wanted for so long – the
heat and wetness of his cum deep inside me, reminding me I belong solely to him
for all eternity. I’m here for his pleasure and, because I am, he’s determined
to please me.

Restraints removed, we lie here in the candlelight, wrapped
in each other’s arms, and listen as a lone coyote calls out in the distance. An
owl hoots in a nearby tree, and the crickets sing that familiar song, the one
I’ve become so accustomed to, the one that I probably couldn’t sleep without
anymore.

Three years. This will be our third summer here. I never
knew happiness could be this deep and wide. I look at the man who’s stolen my
heart forever, and he smiles back at me. “Are you happy, baby?” I have to ask.

His gaze soothes my soul. “Mrs. Givens, if you’d told me,
lying in that hospital bed and praying just to see your face one more time,
that I’d be here right now with you in my arms and my family’s farm around me,
I would’ve laughed. I
still
can’t figure out how you did this, but I’m
so, so glad you did. There’s no man happier than I am.”

My heart sings when I whisper to him, “I love you, Jaz. We
made it. We’re actually here. Every time I look at you and see how happy you
are, I’m so glad I found a way to do this and that we found our way back to
each other.”

“Me too.” He kisses the top of my head and breathes into my
hair. “And next week, Jeffrey and Greta will be here, and Michael and Robyn.
Oh, well, yeah, and Candy and Pet,” he grins as I pinch him. “And Melissa and
Rebecca will be wife and wife. God, I hope that’s the politically correct
term.”

“Life partners, baby. But wife and wife is good too. I’m so
glad she didn’t mind moving out here to be in-state at the university.”

“It put her within a hundred and fifty miles of us. I think
she likes that, not to mention that’s where they met. I don’t know where she’ll
go to graduate school, but once they’re married, I’m sure they’ll make that
decision.”

“Yeah. I’m glad this is a state that allows that. I’m so
happy for them, but I’ve got to get busy on the stuff for the wedding.” Then I
go silent.

“I know what you’re thinking. I don’t like it either, but
she’s making an effort. I’m sitting down with her while she’s here and we’re
going to talk. I think it’ll bring some healing for both of us.” I don’t really
want Meredith here, but she’s Melissa’s mother, and he’s right – she has been
making an effort. And I do believe she really was sick. Nothing else can
explain what she did to Jaz but, frankly, if he’s willing to forgive her, I
should at least try, I think.

“I’m okay with it. Your business, not mine.”

Jaz shakes his head adamantly. “
Our
business, baby.”

“But I
still
don’t want you to ever be alone anywhere
with her.”

He chuckles. “No worries. I’m trying to forgive her, but I
sure as hell won’t forget.”

I nod. “Okay. Good enough.” I sigh against his skin. “Then I
guess all we’ll need is to find someone for Candy.”

His eyes fly open wide, and they’re filled with mischief.
“Oh, did I tell you that I hired a guy today to help out around here?”

“No!” My cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. “Who? What’s he
like?”

“You know that guy that we met down at the bar?” It’s the
only bar in town, and there aren’t that many guys. Surely he doesn’t mean . . .
“You know, the tall one with the blond hair and blue eyes? And the really,
really broad shoulders?”

“Buster Simpson?”

“Yeah! He starts next week. And he just broke up with his
girlfriend.”

“You don’t say! What a shame!” I’m trying hard not to laugh.

“Yep. If I knew a young single woman who might need a
boyfriend, I believe I’d introduce them. Mrs. Cox down at the bank says he’s a
fine, upstanding young man.”

I’m laughing now. “Well, we’ll have to keep an eye out for a
woman like that! Bet we can find one!”

“I bet we can too.”

I wait for a second before I ask the question I’ve been
trying to get out for weeks. “Jaz, what am I going to do? There’s no market for
leathers and corsets in this town. I feel like I’m not contributing.”

“Oh, god, Kimmie, I was just teasing earlier! Not
contributing? That’s just ridiculous, babe. You do
everything
around
here. I couldn’t do this without you.” He kisses me on the forehead and
squeezes me. “And no, I think corsetry and leathers are out. But there’s a
market for ladies’ dresses and kids’ clothes and alterations. Why don’t you try
your hand at that?”

“I might. I love the leather work, but there aren’t any Doms
here. Just you. You’re the only Dom.”

“I don’t care if I’m the only one, as long as I’m
your
only one!”

I giggle as he digs a finger in my ribcage. “I don’t really
know if you’re the
only
one either, but you’re
my
only one. And
you’re certainly my last one!”

“Your last Dom. I like the sound of that, Mrs. Givens.”

“So do I, Mr. Givens,” I whisper as I kiss his chest and
cuddle into his warmth. “My last Dom. You’re the very. Last. One.” I pull back
and look into his face. “I saved the best for last.”