Chapter 14
Michael
“Boo.”
Mom startles in her office chair, her hand flying to her chest. “Michael Jensen Montgomery.”
“Ooh, I got all three names this time.”
Mom glares at me, her bright blue eyes turning from shock to annoyance. But then her lips twitch, giving away her amusement. “You’re such a turd. What are you doing here?”
I move across Mom’s office to sit on her loveseat.
Bookshelves packed with everything from the classics to baby books line the walls.
It was one of my favorite places to be when I was little.
Mom would work at her desk, looking out over the backyard, while I curled up on the couch, reading.
I always loved the way the sun shone on her blonde hair.
It made her look like an angel, and despite the decades since, she still looks exactly the same to me.
“I came to borrow the camping stuff.”
Mom waves her hand in the air. “You know you don’t need to ask. It’s in the garage where it always is. Although I think your dad tucked the single tent toward the back of the shelf when he was organizing the other day.”
I should’ve known she’d assume I was taking the smaller tent. I’ve never had a reason to use the bigger one. Fuck, I was hoping she wouldn’t make me say it. “Uh…I was actually going to use the bigger one. As well as the air mattress, if that’s okay.”
Mom’s eyebrows wing up her forehead. “Of course it is.”
“Thank you.”
“Why the sudden need for extra space?” Her innocent expression isn’t fooling anyone.
“You know exactly why. I’m not giving you any details.”
“Please?” Her pouty lip makes her look silly, and I have to bite mine to keep from laughing.
“No. I’ll share when I’m ready.”
“So there’s stuff to share?”
“Yes, but you’re sworn to secrecy. Don’t tell any of the rest of the family.”
“Oh,” Mom gasps. “Is it Ad—”
“Don’t.”
Mom’s teeth clack shut when I interrupt her.
“I’m not saying a word, and neither are you. You know nothing.”
She mimes zipping her lips. “You weren’t even here. I had no clue you borrowed the camping stuff.”
I soften, my insides melting a little at her constant support of me. She’s the mom I always wished I had before I was removed from my house. I couldn’t believe my luck when it finally sank in that she had chosen me to be her son.
I stand to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Thanks, Mama.”
She holds her hand out, just as she used to when I was a kid and needed comfort.
I wrap my fingers around her small palm and give it a gentle squeeze before striding out of her office.
I clear my throat to remove the tightness that had been building and head to the garage to gather the camping stuff.
I’ve got a woman to woo.
After a quick stop at the grocery store, I drive to the lookout and park my truck.
This field has become a well-kept secret in our family.
About fifteen years ago, my parents bought it outright, and now we all come out here when we need a little space from the small-town busybodies.
How none of us has ever run into each other is a minor miracle.
I’ve camped out here many times as a way to decompress.
Making quick work of the tent, I get everything else set up and in its place. I light several torches to minimize the bugs and then start a small fire in the pre-dug pit. While the fire catches, I send a text to Addie, telling her to meet me out here.
Her response makes my blood sing.
Trouble
Yes, Sir.
I still haven’t figured out if she’s saying that ironically or purposefully.
Tonight might just be the night I finally find out.
I can’t decide what I want the answer to be.
Ironically means I can punish her for her insolence.
Purposefully…well, I’ll have to show her exactly what her words do to me.
Both options would bring a fuck ton of pleasure.
Twenty minutes later, I’m staring at the fire when the headlights of her car flood the field. I stand from my camping chair, my eyes glued to the way she gracefully climbs out of her hatchback.
“Hey, Trouble.”
Addie smirks as she saunters toward me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been camping.”
“I come out here a lot when I need a bit of space.” I have no clue why I just told her that.
“I don’t blame you. It’s peaceful.”
Pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I press a chaste kiss to her lips, reveling in the way she sways into me. Her eyes stay closed for a minute before her melted chocolate gaze meets mine.
Instead of giving in to my overwhelming desires, I take her small duffel and set it inside the tent.
When I turn around, Addie’s got her head tilted back, looking at the stars.
She’s pulled her hair up in a messy bun, baring the long line of her neck.
I want to run my tongue across her skin to see if she tastes as good as I remember.
“Are you hungry?”
At my question, Addie drops her head to look at me. “Not for food.”
“Brat.”
She smirks, not at all sorry for teasing me.
I hold my hand out, and when our fingers are intertwined, I lead her to one of the camping chairs I set up around the fire. At my urging, she snuggles into my lap until her ass is teasing the fuck out of my rapidly filling cock.
“Sit still.”
Addie immediately freezes.
“Good girl,” I murmur into her ear. A shiver runs down her spine, and I revel in the effect I have on her. “What is your safe word?”
“Red.”
“And what happens if you use it?”
“Everything stops.”
“Will I be mad if you say it?”
“No.”
“Good girl. Now, I wanted to play tonight. If you don’t, we can sit here and enjoy each other’s company instead. I’ll be happy with either outcome.”
“I want to play,” Addie breathes. Her gaze locks with mine, the truth in her words plain to see.
I nod. “Go in the tent, take your clothes off, and wait for me on the mattress.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her serious expression answers my earlier question. She’s not saying it to be a brat. She’s naturally falling into a submissive headspace, and I can’t deny how erotic it is to hear it coming from her lips.
I stay in my chair, listening to Addie rustle around in the tent.
My body is screaming at me to join her this very minute.
No one has ever tested my control the way Addie does.
It’s as if I’m that young twenty-year-old again, just learning my sexual preferences.
The first few times I played at the BDSM club, I couldn’t last longer than ten minutes.
I force myself to wait a little while after Addie settles down in the tent. Then I’m grabbing the supplies I brought out of my truck and unzipping the door.
The view that greets me stops my heart.
Addie is lying naked before me, her golden skin glowing in the dim light of the lanterns scattered around the mattress. She’s magnificent. Bold and beautiful and all mine. I think I’m genuinely starting to believe that.
“You’re every dream come true, Adalaide Jackson.”
Her eyes shine at my declaration. “So are you.” Her gaze catches on what’s in my hand.
I hold it up. “It’s a spreader bar. It attaches to your ankles and wrists.” After sharing our limits with each other, I did a little online shopping to start building a personal collection of toys. There are many things I want to do with Addie, but I’m trying to go slow to give her time to adjust.
Addie’s breathing begins to stutter while she restlessly moves her legs. She hasn’t taken her eyes off the black bar.
“Color?”
Her attention flies to mine. “Green.”
I nod, handing her the bar so she can inspect it a little more. She sits up to explore while I make quick work of my clothes until they’re a pile next to Addie’s.
I kneel at the foot of the air mattress, and Addie passes the spreader bar back to me. With my gaze locked on hers, I adjust her legs until they’re at the perfect distance to attach the cuffs.
The soft leather gets buckled around her left ankle first, then the right. I grip the bar in the center and spread the metal rod until Addie’s legs are spread as far as they can go.
Her quick gasp soaks into my bloodstream. “Michael.”
I smirk down at her, reveling in her blown pupils and rapid breaths. “What do you call me when we’re like this?”
“Sir.” The word is little more than a whisper.
“Good girl.” Then I lift her legs with the bar until her knees are pressed against her chest and she’s completely open to me.
Her pussy glistens in the lamplight, too tempting for me to resist.
I drop my head, running my tongue from her ass to clit. Her honey-soaked taste has a groan rumbling through my chest. “Fuck. Do you know how addicting you are?”
I look up to find Addie’s eyes clenched closed, her hands gripping the bar on either side of mine.
Seeing her use the apparatus as I’d intended fills me with pride.
I wasn’t sure if I’d need to cuff her wrists, too, or if she’d naturally fall into the position.
I should’ve known she’d do exactly as I’d expected.
She’s more than proven to be the perfect woman in every other aspect so far.
With renewed purpose, I use my tongue and fingers until Addie is hovering on the precipice of her orgasm. Then I slow my pace, forcing her to fall back from the edge. Her whimpers and moans are an erotic soundtrack threatening to undo me. Edging Addie is effectively edging me alongside her.
By the third cycle of bringing Addie to the brink, I pull away. She’s dazed, panting, and utterly gorgeous. I slide my arms under her body to scoot her to the middle of the mattress and then kneel between her legs.
My cock is leaking with need, angry and stretching up toward my stomach.
“Adalaide.” She blinks, her eyes trying to focus on me. I slide the head of my cock through her soaking slit. “Are you ready?”