Indulge: Second Chance Romance

10- One More Time

DJ



Can’t say why all guys have a babysitter or teacher crush type fantasy. I never really fit into the category of being disciplined.

I guess starting out I did want someone with more experience to show me the ropes. Clearly my relationship with Dom covered that. Let me feel like I wasn’t gonna fall on my face or screw up my first time. Not to a point I’d be judged for it.

There’s also the whole getting away with s**t aspect. Boys in generally live to test limits. See exactly where lines are and how much they can push their luck at any given moment. Wouldn’t be classified as a Dom if I didn’t enjoy that, but the first spoken and unspoken rule of the lifestyle is trust.

You gotta be honest, or someone’s gonna get hurt. So I’m not a fan of the idea that it’s having an easy-access-type situation that no one is the wiser of either.

Sneaking around is always at the expense of someone else and isn’t something I get off on or condone. I’m also not like Dom, who at times seems to get his rocks off by arguing.

Believe me, the only thing hotter than an opinionated, capable woman is one who chooses to obey me, but again, lawyer.

Man lives to argue; otherwise, he wouldn’t have a career doing it. In my case, I think it was more the girl than the kink. It was no real wonder why it felt like we’d known one another forever because Ellie started babysitting me when I was twelve and Vick was ten.

More for him than me, but regardless, after I finally made peace withe the arrangement between our parents, I never argued with it. She was the only person in my young life that talked to me and treated me like an adult.

Sure, I got the ‘you’re sweet kid,’ or the ‘aw, that’s cute,’ and in those moments I was trying to be. My only issue was that I was trying to be more than a kid with her and to her by the time I hit fourteen and could watch not only myself but Vick too.

Mom had just fallen in love with Ellie at that point because the hazel-eyed brunette indulged her. There was no real reason, let alone an excuse, that Mom could come up with when Vick was fourteen and I was sixteen.

At that point, Ellie was a legal adult, and anything that could have happened would have screwed up her life immeasurably.

Again, no such thing as sense whenever emotions were involved. On either of our parts. Light eyes, dark hair, pale skin, and curvy in the hips and ass department.

Mom calling me out on the fact that every girl I dated fit Ellie’s profile and saying I should just go after the real thing was what had me dating busty, bottle blondes.

Anything and everything opposite to my first crush and only female friend at that point in time. Her dropping out of my life also coincided with me getting more adventurous and letting our circle of friends talk me into dumb s**t.

Shit that cost me my shot at the championship for the fourth year running. I’ve got no doubt that my mother wasn’t leaving her plan to get the ‘daughter she always wanted’ to chance, and used the trip in conjunction with our mutual single statuses to make it happen.

I love my mom, and she really is a damn good woman. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t put soap operas to shame, though.

Only reason I made good on the breakfast date is Ellie scampering off after grabbing a barely qualifiable breakfast.

“Joe,” Dominic Joseph, “Oh, thank goodness,” before my mother can start on whatever she was about to say, my father lifts a thick brow at me.

“What kept you yesterday?” The grit of irritation was in direct correlation with Mom's upset. It always has been.

“Appointment I couldn’t miss,” I shrugged out the half-lie, making my own plate. “What’s up?”

“You missed Ellie,” Mom flailed back to the front of the conversation. “She was all by herself because……”

“She’s a grown woman, Annette, and Joe has just as many responsibilities as I do,” my father was trying to shut her down.

Aware that her schemes are obvious and more likely to run me off than draw me in like Mom wants. Usually, the tone he was using is enough to calm her down, but it’s Ellie and the practical arranged marriage she’d been planning since they met.

“Ellie is a romantic through and through. Yes, I did bring her here to forget her troubles, but she’s a sweet girl. I don’t want her getting her hopes up or hurt," Mom said with her usual dramatasism.

"It’s not enough that Ben cheated on her with a child; he has to move in next door to her with the kid, and now come here. Unbelievable.” Mom flared.

“Maybe we can move her room.”

“You did what you could do, Annette. She’s not your responsibility. She said she’s fine. She seemed like she was happy. That was the whole point, right?”

My father knew her just as well as I did, and the whole damned trip was a catfish.

Even after confirming the fact, I hated that I was still as interested as I was. Mom had always seen the connection between us.

She was there to push it to the max.

The knowledge made me want to push back, but after just one night with my Dove, I wasn’t sure how long that control was going to last.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll show her around.” I gave in, knowing it was the only way I could end this conversation and get away without upsetting her.

Having been a regular here long before my parents even knew about the exotic playground, I was confident in knowing the ins and outs well enough to avoid them in that aspect.

Inheriting my share of Dad’s company let me expand in several ways. This place being one of them. Thank f**k, I never brought that woman here.

Didn’t come as a patron when we were married either. It was just good business, with the profits nearly tripling the running costs in places like these.

Some people have more money than sense, and I am more than happy to have them as customers. Tourism funded everything down here, like business funded everything up north.

After this morning, I needed to work some tension off. Unlike my mother’s telling and protests. Ellie did see it as an amazing night and was willing to keep it that way. It was clear she needed a confidence boost, though I couldn’t for the life of me see why.

She was incredible. How could anyone not treat her that way?

Many of the women recognized me, and their eyes lit up.

I realized now that the response looked exactly like Penny’s.

They responded to my money and my d**k, nothing more.

Wasn’t that all I needed?

I was here to play a role; that was all. We had a bit of foreplay, but it was so forced, so fake. After tasting her, it was like being offered ground beef after having a bite of porterhouse.

The reason Ellie was so amazing was because it was genuine. I left even more tense, unable to get myself there. It looked like a five-knuckle shuffle after the wasted afternoon. The shower was still wet and smelled like her soap.

I knew she’d been in here, and I could see her touching her long, magnificent body up and down. “Really, I’m quite dull,” she’d sworn, laughing over her meal.

God, she knew how to laugh.

Despite the pain in her eyes, she smiled from her soul. I have never been a desperate man, but I knew she was the only one I wanted. I had to feel her again, watch her quiver, and hear her beg. Her body tuned to mine, and she needed me.

It was the most spectacular sight I’d seen in ages. I needed to know how far my Dove would go. She ate the partial meal I’d offered and wore the clothes I’d laid out for her. She didn’t question my command, just fell into it out of instinct.

I wondered how many dominants she’d been with.

I pushed that thought right out.

The way she responded to me was only for me, and f**k whatever game my mother was playing and winning.

I was going to make her mine.

I remembered her small hand on my d**k. I wanted her tiny mouth sucking on me. I could see her on her knees, her boobs shaking as her head bobbed over me.

Those eyes looking up with a blush on her face. f**k yes. Her small tongue darting over my tip before sucking every last drop of my c*m down her throat.

This wasn’t going to be easy, but I had to have her at least one more time....