True Beginnings (12 page)

Chapter 12 HER

"Your kitchen is huge, Alex!" I'm just finishing with the last pot, ready to dry, the dishwasher humming along quietly. "It's so beautiful too!"

"Thank you! Ron picked out every detail...I think it's where Jake got his interest in architecture. Ron's always been involved in the planning and building of all of our homes." She obviously has a lot of pride. Everything is spotless and neatly put away. She's been able to tell me where everything goes from her spot on the counter stool.

I know Max wanted me to do this, so I'm glad that Alex didn't try to help me...other than give some directions on how not to scratch her copper pots.

"My Mom always wanted to build a home...but she and my Dad never moved when I was a kid. And now they're in a townhome. It's new and she's made it her own...but nothing like this."

"What part of Arizona are your folks in, Lucy?" Max must have talked about my family to her.

"Near Sedona." I'm busy polishing the last pot with the towel. I want everything to shine!

"It must be hard for you...that they're so far away..."

"Um...it was at first...they've been out there for a little while now...and my brother, PJ, is still around here. So, it's not so bad."

"Yes...but a girl should have her mother and father near...did you think about moving out there?" Her tone has changed slightly, more cautious...I don't know why though. I hang the pot back in its place and stop to match her appraising look.

"No...I have a life, job, here...I was only just starting on my job after college, but I couldn't just leave. Besides, I think my Dad wanted the retirement life...all play, no worries for a little while." I'm trying to lighten the mood, shrugging and moving to sit next to her on a stool. I have to sit carefully, so as not to land hard on my butt. I lean forward on the counter, taking the pressure off of my sorest spot, the spot I've had to sit on for too long again.

She continues looking at me strangely though, turning to face me on her stool, before finally asking, "Would you still choose your job...over being close to family?"

"I...I don't think it matters anymore...they're happy and...I'm happy...here...with Max." I'm not sure what she's getting at, but I'm starting to feel a knot in my stomach, waiting for the punchline.

"
Are
you happy...with Max?" Her look remains piercing.

I was expecting this from Ron, not her. "Yes." I don't want to elaborate.

But she keeps going, "And if he asked you to choose family over your job...?"

The punchline. I swallow, looking at my knees. No use beating around the bush, but I answer quietly, "We both know that Max wouldn't be
asking
me anything..."

She smiles, the first sign of her look thawing, "No...I suppose not..."

I look her directly in the eye, "And I'd choose Max over anything."

Her smile warms even more, her hand rests on my arm on the counter, "Good. I'm glad to hear that!" She squeezes my arm and gets up to move around to the kitchen. She starts taking things out of the pantry and refrigerator. "I suppose Max told you...that Ron adopted him and Jake?" I only nod, waiting to see where she's taking this conversation again. "Ron's a good man. He's been a very good father to both our boys."

She moves quickly around, pulling plates and glasses. I can't believe after the big lunch, she thinks anyone is going to be hungry enough to eat the snacks she's preparing! But I just watch as she pours tea into a pitcher and puts everything on two trays. She finally stops and looks at me again. "Ron's a
very
traditional man...and he's raised our boys to be the same." I nod cautiously to this. "I suppose Max has told you all this already...?" I nod the same. "Good." She pauses, turning back to the trays, "Good."

But she stops in front of me again, the counter between us now. "I'm glad to see Max so happy, Lucy! He's a good man, too." She has a tear in her voice, her eyes shining.

I reach across and take her hand. "I want to make Max very happy, Alex!" I want her to know that Max means the world to me.

She smiles and squeezes my hand. Wiping her eyes on her apron, "We better get these in there...games always make Ron hungry!" I pick up the other tray and follow her into the family room, the sound of loud laughter and play arguing over some game move being illegal meeting us.

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The nights are already cooler. I wrap the wool throw around my shoulders and stare over the lake. With no other noise, the sound of the waves comes straight across the lawn. I can't see them, but I know that they're high over the dock tonight. The storm passed earlier and the sky is still clearing, a few bright stars above.

I'm waiting for Max to come upstairs. He sent me to bed an hour ago at 11:00 to get ready. I thought it was funny at first. I felt strange thinking that his Dad and Mom would know that I was getting ready for sex with their son. I'm still not used to how comfortable they are with us sharing a room in their home. When my Mom asked about our visit last time, she didn't ask where I slept and I didn't say.

After waiting so long in my pretty negligee, though, I wonder if he just wanted to give me a bedtime in front of them. He ordered me around so much today! I was jumping up constantly to do something that he said or to stop doing something that he said...it was exhausting! But I know that I made him happy. His smile all day was just for me, because of me! I knew he would challenge me...I hope he was happy with me at least...

I snuggle the wrap more. The night is beginning to get to me, the short pink nightie I have on under isn't much against the lake breeze.

I turn and see Max watching me from the bed. I didn't even hear him come in! He smiles and puts his hand out and I run into his arms, dropping the wrap around his shoulders to cover us both.

He smells of rich cigars and richer brandy. I love the taste of his lips, the feel of them on my neck. His hands go straight to my bottom and squeeze. I squeak in pain, but he only squeezes harder. I just hold onto his head, his lips buried between my tits. I know he likes to hear my moans...both in pain and pleasure. He pinches the very spot that hurts the most and I cry out.

He lifts his head and grins at me. "You were a very good girl today!"

"Thank you, Sir." He still pinches and squeezes though. My eyes are starting to water, but I blink back any tears.

"I'm glad you told me that you acted up yesterday on purpose." Uh-oh...I could be in trouble here. I start to shake my head a little. "Yes...I knew you did. But I'm glad that you knew it too. I won't punish you more for it...this time." He gives an extra hard squeeze and I gasp, letting his arms hold me up more than my own legs. "But don't ever be a bad girl on purpose again, Lucy...or I
will
punish you every night for a week afterwards. Do you understand me, little girl?"

"Yes! Yes, Sir!" I know he means it...the very thought is enough for me to never ever think about doing anything on purpose to ever make him angry ever again ever!

He finally lets go of my bottom and kisses me, his hands up my back. I kiss back so hard, so eager. "Now, let me see my pretty girl."

I smile and take a step back, he drops his arms and I take one more step back before lowering the wrap, but only to my shoulders, keeping it wrapped around me. I smile at his look...not quite stern, not quite smiling. I want to tease him a little...he's made me wait for him...he can wait to see me...I want to delay this moment as long as I can...

I take another step back and let the wrap fall just a little more, revealing the tiny straps of the nightie. I take another step, the lacy top is exposed. Another step, I let the wrap fall. I'm closer to the open terrace doors. The breeze pushes the nightie and my hair forward, a pink and blond cloud around me. I only smile and wait for him to say something.

"Come here."

I take one step towards him, one foot in front of the other. "Do you like it?"

"Yes...now get over here." He's smiling, but his voice has just a bit of edge to it.

One step, "You
really
like it?" I'm smiling and trying not to laugh, trying to look sexy.

He reaches for my hand and grabs me, yanking me back into his arms so quickly, I cry out. "Yes, I
really
like it!" He grabs the straps and pulls the nightie down in one quick movement, making me cry out again. "But I much prefer you naked!"

He picks me up just under my butt with his strong arms, the pain there but distant to my desire for him. He turns and drops me gently onto the bed and undresses. I watch his chest and arms flex. He's on me and in me so quickly I barely have my legs spread. I wrap them around his waist when he pulls out a little, looking at me.

I smile up at him, my hands on his shoulders. Although my thighs are sore, I use my legs and pull my hips up and him in. He moans. I let go of the pressure on my thighs and together we slide back down onto the bed more. "Nice trick." He moves suddenly, grabs my wrists and holds me down, slamming into my wet pussy hard. I cry out. "Is that what you wanted, little girl?"

"Yes!"

"You wanted me inside of you?"

"Yes!"

He pulls out, just his tip inside. I squeeze trying to pull him in more. "You are a greedy girl tonight..." He kisses my nose and stays just barely inside me. I start to squeeze my legs but he shakes his head, "No...You’ll wait..."

"Please...Max...please..." I try my sweetest voice...I want so badly to just pull him again!

He slams in again, twice. I'm moaning louder until I realize he stopped again. "No...please, please!" It's a full on whiney moan, I can't help myself. I actually manage to push against his arms even. He's smiling and pushing in just a little more from laughing.

Finally, he lets go of my wrists, puts his arm under my butt and pulls me hips up to him, forcing himself in me deeper. My moans are wild, I cum loudly. I clutch at his shoulders again, pulling and pushing with him as much as I can. I'm cuming again when he explodes, his own moan and grunts in my ear. He continues holding me to him, breathing heavily together.

When he finally moves his arm, my butt is throbbing...but so is my pussy. He stretches next to me on his side, head on his elbow. I smile at his sweaty hair and run my finger through his waves. He puts his hand on my hip and squeezes my bone, smiling back.

I start to get up, but he stops me with his hand on my hip. "No. Ask my permission before you leave my side." He's smiling, but I know he's serious. This is a new rule.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

"Yes. You have five minutes."

I hurry to the bathroom. There's a jar of cream on the counter that wasn't there earlier. When I come back out, Max is sitting up in bed waiting for me. "What's this?" I show him the jar as I'm getting back into bed.

"My Mom thought you might need it." He's grinning at me.

"Is it hand cream?" It's an unopened white jar that looks medicinally plain, no description or instructions, just 'Arnica' and a health food store label. I open it...it has a pleasant smell, but not much of one.

His smile gets bigger, a laugh in his voice, "It's for your bottom, baby."

I bolt my eyes up to his. I'm red all over. "You
told
her?!"

He laughs again slightly, "I didn't
have
to...it's
obvious
that you had a good spanking and your butt is still sore." He laughs as I turn even brighter red. "This is supposed to be soothing and helps with any bruising or redness. Would you like me to put some on you...?" He's still laughing slightly.

"I don't think this is at all funny, Max!" I'm frowning, thinking that his Mom is giving him creams...I'm too embarrassed to even finish the thought in my own head!

"No pouting, Lucy." His smile is gone. "Or I'll give you something to pout about." I stop frowning and only look embarrassed. "Now, roll over and I'll put some on you..." I do as he says; glad to have my face turned away, my hair hiding my redness.

Only the redness of my other cheeks is exposed now! I want to crawl under the covers and not show my face for the next two days!

He's gentle, rubbing so lightly and the cream is cooling. His soothing touch lulls me into sleep. I wake long enough to mumble into my pillow, "Thank you," to his "Good night, sweet girl," and kiss on my head.

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I wake up early, the sun barely shining on the terrace. I never sleep on my stomach, but I didn't move all night. I feel a thousand times better this morning. My thighs only have a slight twinge of muscle stiffness and my butt feels almost normal, except for the deep red spot just above my thighs. It will be days before that's back to normal. I see the jar on the nightstand and take this into the bathroom to take a look at myself. Yep...still very red.

I rub gently with the cream. It does seem to help...but I refuse to thank his Mom...Max can punish me for being rude, but I cannot deal with that much embarrassment!

Max didn't allow me to pack any shorts, just dresses. I choose a loose cotton one and leave my hair down.