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Authors: Willow Madison

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"It was college...he switched majors and schools. He tried to get me to go with him, but my folks couldn't afford out of state tuition. We stayed in touch for a while, but we just drifted apart..." She shrugs, "But stupidly I've compared other guys to him since then...if they aren't that into me like he was..." She shrugs again.

"I don't think that's stupid...you know what you want and you're not willing to settle that's all." I pour more wine for us both.

"And is Max what you want?"

"Yes." This time I'm smiling. "I've never known anyone like him before...but he's what I've always wanted that's for sure."

"Good." She's smiling too. "And you said he has a brother...?" She's giggling. I push her shoulder and we both start laughing again.

Chapter 7 HIM

"So...are you going to make good on our deal or what?" We're standing outside the bar, getting away from all the party fun for a moment. Dan went crazy planning this thing. Strippers of every shape and rainbow have been dancing around for the last hour. I laughed at the first couple, but now it's just overkill. "And when are you going to quit smoking?!" I wave away some smoke moving on the air towards me.

"I'm working on it...both those things!" Mike blows more smoke straight up into the air and laughs. "I swear you just proposed so quick to make me look bad!"

Dan joins us, taking a hit off of Mike's cigarette. Dan thinks it's okay to smoke as long as he didn't buy it. We all know that Becca wouldn't agree with him. "Yeah...he's getting married, so you'll have to propose to Stephie finally...that sounds like Max!"

I give Dan a nod back towards the door and he questions with his brows for a second. He finally gets it and just turns to walk back into the bar.

"Mike. There's something that I've been wanting to talk to you about."

Mike smiles, "Let me guess...I'm not the best best-man right?"

I laugh. "I have to give that to my brother...you and Dan are both best-men though!" I clap him on the shoulder. "No...I need to talk to you about the wedding. Well, about Lucy and me."

He doesn't say anything, just snubs out his cigarette on the ground and turns to face me more. "I had this talk with Dan already...that night Jake split with Julia. But I haven't really had a chance to talk to you..."

"Ok...you got my curiosity going..."

"It's about the type of relationship I have with Lucy...the type of marriage I'll have with her." I pause just to see if he's going to make some joke, but he seems to pick up that I need him to be serious for a moment. "I know you know that my Dad was strict with Jake and me." He nods his head like this is an understatement. "Yeah. It was his way or no way growing up and we all toed the line. That included my Mom." His expression doesn't change. "And I am the same way with Lucy."

His expression turns funny, like I just made a joke that he doesn't quite get yet. "Are you into some sort of bondage sm thing...cuz I can recommend a few clubs in the area if you are...?” He laughs, but I've known him long enough to see that he's serious too.

I can feel that my own look has gone a little comical in response. "Good to know...But no...That’s not what I mean...well...?" I shrug and laugh again. "No...I mean that...well to be blunt about it; I'm in charge and Lucy toes the line. It's not a sex or playing around thing...it's just how it is for me. It's how I was raised and it's how I think it should be."

"Oh." He doesn't say anything more, just turns a little and looks down the street. When he turns back, he's grinning again, "So...we don't have to talk about the whole club thing then, right?"

"Noooo." I shake my hands in front of me and laugh too. "We're good."

 

 

Chapter 8 HER

"Hey, wake up...this party is for you, ya know?!" Cathy is shaking my leg. I look at my watch, it's only 10:30 but I'm falling asleep on her sofa.

I sit up more. "Sorry...I've been asleep by 11:00 lately." I rub my eyes and yawn. "Sorry!" I laugh. "Thanks for putting this together!" I hug Cathy again.

"No problem. I'm glad to celebrate with my fabulous sister-in-law! Now get up and mingle." She pushes me towards my friends.

I've looked forward to tonight all week. The stress of getting so much work done in such a short period of time, both for me and Max, has been putting a strain on the happiness of seeing all the details come together. I'd hoped that this party would help me to relax again.

I've hardly seen Max all week. I've seen Jeff more than him! He comes home late and goes straight to his den to keep working, closing the door and only coming out to tell me to go to bed.

Tonight he was attentive. Sort of. I rub my hands down my butt quickly. He gave me one of his maintenance spankings before leaving for his party. I blush just thinking about it. But we didn't have sex like usual. He just rushed out the door afterwards. Can't be late!

I take a deep breath and try to enjoy the party again. But I keep looking at my phone wondering if Max will text or call me.

 

 

Chapter 8 HIM

"Oh...you're
finally
home?!" She sits up and turns on the bedside lamp. I can tell that she hasn't been asleep. I stand next to the bed and reach for her hair. She looks so pretty with her pout and bed-head, but I frown seeing that she's wearing my t-shirt. And she pulls her head away from my hand slightly.

"Lose the shirt, Lucy. You know better." I head towards the bathroom.

She yells after me, "Why do you smell like cheap perfume, Max?!"

I turn around slowly. She's still sitting in the bed with the shirt on, her eyes narrowed, arms crossed.

"I'm giving you to the count of three to take that shirt off and wipe that look off your face, little girl. One, two," She quickly whips the shirt off and throws it towards my feet on the first count. But she's only narrowed her eyes more. I take one step towards her with, "Three," and she lowers her head, covering her face with her hands.

I head into the bathroom again. I've had to pee since leaving the party, too many beers. Sniffing my shirt as I take it off; she's right, all the strippers had a lot of perfume and glitter. It got everywhere. I take off all my clothes and get in the shower.

It's not long before Lucy comes in. She stands a little away from the shower door, watching me. I open the door and steam avalanches out. "Come here."

She doesn't move, just keeps looking at me for a moment. "Why do you smell like cheap perfume?" She doesn't have the narrowed look anymore, more of a pout. It's the tone that peaks my anger. Petulant.

"Get your ass in here now." She jumps, the words reverberating on the tile, adding volume to go along with my edge. She's quick to step into the steam, but stays on the edge.

I grab her arm and yank her towards me, her feet slipping on the wet tiles. I have a firm grip on her arm though. She isn't going anywhere. I shove her face first against the wall and slap her wet ass hard on her left cheek. She cries out and tries to twist around, but I have her firmly pinned.

I see a few light pink marks from the spanking earlier. I aim my next three swats on these, pressing hard with my hand, pushing her hips into the tile. The water adds to the sting on my hand, so I know it's adding heat to her ass too. I hit three more times on the same spot, a nice red collage of my handprint forms. I finally let go of her arm, but she stays against the wall, crying softly.

I wait for her to calm a little before saying anything, but she speaks up, still with her face to the wall. "And I suppose you're just going to send me to bed now..."

I smile. She can't see me, her face is buried in her wet hair, forehead firmly against the wall. So my little girl needs a little attention...

I get rid of any trace of smile. "Turn around, Lucy."

She twists around, her hair wrapping across her face and shoulders, her arms hugging around her waist. Her nipples are red from rubbing against the tiles. The petulant pout is gone. I put my arms out and she's instantly pressing against my chest, her arms around my waist. The water runs over us.

But she asks again, quieter, no tone, "Why did you smell like that?"

"Because Dan had strippers, lots of them." I laugh remembering how her brother had a lap dance from almost all of them. His wife is definitely going to be asking some questions tonight!

She jerks her head up and tries to push out of my arms, but I hold her in place. "And you think that's funny?! What if I had strippers at my party...would you think
that
was funny?!"

I grab her arm again and twist her back to face the wall. I deliver five quick, hard swats to the reddest part of her cheek. She's crying out and dancing against the wall, but I keep her pressed against it. "Don't try my patience, little girl." I take a deep breath. "Are you done mouthing off?"

She only mumbles what sounds like, "Yes, Sir." So I spank her three more times, getting a louder response with each one.

"Stay facing the wall." I take a few deep breaths, pushing the water back through my hair. Her cheek is a deep purple red now. Her cries have melted into shakes.

I put my hands on her shoulders and turn her into my chest again, turning the water off. I lead us out of the shower and wrap a towel around her first. She doesn't dry off, just stands with it wrapped around herself, her hair a waterfall. I wrap my towel around my waist and put my arms around her to warm her up. I move her towel up and rub her hair with it. She finally takes it from me and wipes herself dry.

I walk us back into the bedroom, allowing her to keep the towel wrapped around her arms. "Now. Do you want to tell me what has you so upset tonight?"

Her pout is back, but she's trying to hide it. "I haven't seen you all week...and you come home smelling like cheap sex.
That's
what I'm upset about." 

She must be upset, because she's pushing every limit and she knows it. She hasn't looked up, cowering in the towel, but she still didn't manage to keep the insolence out of her voice in the end. "Try again." I don't hold back any anger.

She cowers more, but takes a deep shaky breath, tilting only her eyes up to me, "I've missed you. And I don't like that you had strippers at your party."

I relax a little. "That was better." I put my arms around her. "I didn't
have
any strippers, baby. They were there, but I didn't have any lap dances or anything else. I wouldn't even let them pour shots for me."

"You swear?" She's snuggling into my chest with her cheek.

"I would never disrespect you like that, Lucy." She pushes herself into me more. "And I've missed you too." I pull her face up to mine and kiss her open mouth.

I take the towel from her and toss it towards the closet. She takes mine off me without waiting and tosses it too, smiling her delicious wicked grin at me.

"On the bed." She quickly jumps on it, on her knees facing me. "Lay down, legs spread wide." She does. I know she feels self-conscious, exposed and open to me. I sit next to her. She reaches for my thickened cock, "No, hands behind your head." She does, with a small cute pout.

I put my hands around her throat, squeezing slightly. Her eyes flash fear for only a second before she relaxes. I rub my hands across her chest, pinch both nipples playfully, before running my fingernails down her stomach. She giggles and twitches, but stops when I pull her pussy hair. A good tug. Eyes wide with shock. I grin.

I get on the bed, between her legs, squeezing her thighs painfully for a moment. I slowly lower my face to her pussy. Her eyes are wide with shock again. I've never licked her. I always make her suck me. But my little girl needs my attention.

I grin again, keeping my eyes on hers. Her breathing is heavier now. I put my mouth to her and push her lips open with my tongue. She forgets her self-consciousness and starts to moan loudly. I watch as her head pushes back and her mouth opens a little. Good girl.

I close my eyes and concentrate on her. I explore her with the tip of my tongue, the soft outline of her lips, the hard knob of her clit, the heat of her inside, the deeper opening tightening and pushing against me, layers of sweet petals, all mine.

I flatten my tongue and explore again, slowly, an ice cream cone I want to enjoy devouring. I open my eyes and her head is shaking side to side, her deep moans trapped behind her lips. I watch as she gasps, my flattened tongue pressed into her clit, rubbing up and down fast. My teeth nibble her swollen clit with quick beaver jabs, her gasp is a sharp intake. Her stomach flutters with tiny orgasms and long moans. I press her clit again with my flat tongue and taste her warm wetness. She raises her upper body off the bed, and lets out a high-pitched moan. I lift my face and smile at her, kissing her thighs and wiping her cum off my lips.

"Good girl."

I sit up and position myself between her legs and lower my body onto her, crushing her a little before raising up on my hands. Her legs wrap around my legs, feet anchoring her to me. I slide right in and moan at the swollen tightness. She whimpers under me, head pushed back into her hands. I slide, slow and steady, deep and long, pulling my cock out all the way and back in, pushing against the roof of her pussy, dragging against her clit. She pulls her hips up with her legs to meet my thrusts. I explode deep inside her, feeling her lips fluttering on me, her cry a deep long moan in my ear.

My face buried in her hair, "God, I love you!" She giggles in response, pushing me out of her.

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