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Wearing Zeke’s ring is no longer enough, but
is wearing his collar anything but a fantasy?
On
the heels of Zeke losing his wedding ring on their last fantasy, the
entrepreneurial couple is almost ready to launch their newest ship.
After
taking Aslan on her desk and against her office wall and on her floor, he does
something that shocks her to her very core.
He
proposes.
What
could possibly be better than eloping to renew their wedding vows, on a beach
during the maiden voyage of their beautiful new cruise ship? She wants to
answer nothing, yet the idea of walking down the aisle has Aslan more scared
than she’s ever been before. Because wearing his ring isn’t enough anymore.
So
much has changed since the day she approached him at the bar to fulfill her
first fantasy.
Being
his submissive, his property, is the commitment she craves.
Before
they say “I do” Aslan must face her biggest fear. Is wearing his collar
anything but a fantasy?
It’s
all or nothing for Aslan and Zeke, and the moment of no return is finally here.
This is the ninth and final short story in
a serial release all featuring Aslan and Zeke. A married couple looking for
more and finding it in the arms of each other. There will be nine stories
total, with one being released every month or so. Short kinky stories meant to
tantalize and excite you. May you fall in love with love and everything that
word means to your fantasies…
Excerpt -
The snick of the lock on her office door snapping into place pulled her attention from the final checklist she’d been pouring over from the moment she’d sat down at her desk, hours before.
Her breath hitched in her chest when she took in the need on her husband, Zeke’s, face.
“Are you wearing panties under that sexy gray skirt you have on?”
Just that quickly, Aslan went from one hundred and ten percent focused on signing off on their latest cruise ship to completely fixated on the man in front of her.
The man who needed her.
The man who wanted her.
The man she wanted to own her.
Instantly, her pussy trembled at the expression heating his features.
“No,” she whispered as someone walked past the windows next to the now-closed office door. She bit her lip as Zeke closed the blinds and faced her again. Squeezing her legs together beneath her desk did nothing to lessen the desire coursing through her body.
Zeke glanced lower, as if he could see through her desk as easily as he saw through any walls she’d ever tried to put between them.
One slow blink and his baby blues were focused on her face once more. Slowly, one side of his mouth tipped up into a grin and he stalked closer. “If it were up to me, I’d believe you, but you know what people say. Trust but verify.”
Aslan stood, smoothing her flouncy gray skirt down her thighs, and she didn’t even try to hide her grin. “People say that, huh?” Her ivory blouse slid down her shoulder, baring her heated flesh to his gaze.
Zeke tracked the exposed skin as she stepped closer. Dipping his head low, his lips and stubble kissed her exposed flesh. A shiver of anticipation fluttered down her spine.
Wetness slid from her sex, coating the bare folds of her pussy as he turned her around, placing her palms flat on her desk.
Manhandling her, he put her where he wanted her, tugging her hips back just a bit. He had this way of making her feel naked—vulnerable—dirty in the most amazing way possible. And she was still fully clothed.
The sounds of their exhales held them in a cocoon of anticipation as Zeke slowly lifted her skirt up her thighs.
“Holy. Mary. Mother of God.”
Aslan giggled.
There was no mistaking the moment Zeke discovered the little surprise she’d put on for him before she’d left the house. “You like?” she asked as he palmed her almost-naked backside.
“Like?” The word came out laced with a growl. “I like Brussel sprouts with bacon. I like winning five bucks when we play the lottery. This?” His hands brushed across the sensitive flesh of her other cheek. “You dressing up for me? Wearing a black garter and stockings, with no panties? It’s…everything I ever dreamed about.” Grabbing onto her hips, he pulled her back a few more inches and brushed his pants-covered erection against her ass. “No panties,” he mumbled and his grip tightened on her hip bones.
Excitement raced through her at his firmer touch. “Trust but verify,” she whispered to him.
“Mmmm,” rumbled out of him. “And why are you not wearing panties, my lovely wife?”
Aslan glanced over her shoulder because she wanted to watch her husband’s nostrils flare. “Because you don’t like my holes covered.”
Zeke’s gaze drilled into hers. Through gritted teeth, he asked her, “Whose holes?”
A fission of something dark and delicious bubbled inside her. Fuck, did she love it when he said possessive things like that. “Yours.”
“Mine,” he agreed. He licked one of his thumbs and slid it down the crack of her ass, circling her tight, puckered hole. More wetness eased from her core.
“Fuck,” she cursed as she tried in vain to keep focused as he slid the top of his thumb inside her.
“In a few minutes,” he chuckled.
“But I need you.”
“You’ll be needing me even more in a few minutes.”
“But—”
The crack of his hand against the globe of her ass sucked the rest of the air from her lungs.
Before the pain had even registered, Zeke stepped beside her, somehow caging her in. He forced his thumb into her ass and a finger in her pussy. The thumb from his free hand shoved into her mouth and he yanked her head around to face him. “All of these holes are mine. All of them. All the time.”
As if to prove his point, he pulled his slick digits out and slid them firmly back in place. His nostrils flared as he pulled out of just her pussy and slid it over her peehole. “Even that little fourth hole you have. That’s mine too, and you’re not going to rush me. Understand, little girl?”
Aslan sucked on Zeke’s thumb and realized she was licking the tip, just as she did when he was feeding her her favorite treat.
On a moan, he pulled his thumb free and tipped up her chin, forcing her look at him. Then he just stared at her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she half sighed, half moaned.
His mouth was on hers before she could finish the E sound of her very private nickname for him. Lips and teeth and the perfect amount of suction stole her focus as he fucked her other two holes.
The taste of his possession nearly consumed her, an orgasm grew closer and closer but then his pace slowed, his thrusts growing gentle.
“Somebody’s pussy is sopping wet.”
“Mmhmm,” Aslan managed, as he pulled his fingers free. Her eyes closed on a moan.
“Lick them clean.”
Her musky flavor filled her senses as a wet digit slid along her tongue.
She had no idea which finger she sampled. Zeke growled as she sucked it clean.
“Fuck, I love how dirty you are.”
“Ditto.” She eeked as he yanked his hand free and picked her up.
Hauling her over to an open space on the wall of her office, he shoved her chest against it. “Hold your ass apart for me. Spread your cheeks. God dammit. Just like that. You’re so fucking sexy. Show me my holes. Move your legs apart.” He kicked them wider when she didn’t move fast enough.
His urgency bled into her veins and her pussy clenched on emptiness.
The edge of his belt brushed her skin as he yanked it open and unzipped his pants.
Thank God, whispered through her mind as she closed her eyes in anticipation.
She gasped when he touched her.
The head of his cock, she was ready for. The hard claiming she could feel pulsing through him, she could process.
Instead, the soft flesh of his tongue on her clit between her open legs destroyed her.
How she missed him getting on his knees behind her, she didn’t know. How she stayed upright, perched on her high heels, she had no clue. But she tilted her hips back, offering him all of her.
Every tiny piece already belonged to him. It had for as long as she could remember.
“Gimme that little nubbin, babygirl. Show me the holes I’m gonna fuck as soon as you come on my mouth. Arch your back. As soon as you come, I’m going to fill you until you scream.”
Lightheaded.
His words, his touch, his desire for her left her lightheaded.
The muscles in her back tightened as she offered herself to him.
To her best friend.
Her lover.
Her husband.
Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey
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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
