Chapter 26
Obsessing over tomorrow, Becca tore through her closet, searching for the right outfit for her dinner with Jamie.
Sophia Marquez”s society wedding allowed her to purchase several outfits—some casual but dressy, others suitable for a cocktail party, and two evening-wear gowns.
Jamie had already seen most of the outfits—being thrown together socially was a big part of how they managed to get over their antipathy to one another. But he hadn”t seen the provocative cocktail-slash-sundress screaming from its hanger, ”Wear me!”
She”d taken Kori dress shopping, and after her fashion-conscious daughter told her to stop dressing old, Becca fell for the sexy sweetheart bodice, sleeveless, backless dress with a flared skirt that barely skimmed her knees. Instead of relying on a dark color to avoid standing out, she”d gone with the lady-in-red version. The look was pretty and feminine. What more could she want?
As she changed and did her nightly skincare ritual, a battle royale of second-guessing raged in her brain.
Jamie Hunter was straight fire. He needed a warning label. She”d be insane to start anything with him.
Jamie Hunter had a far more complex character than the one she”d painted him with when he first arrived. He was funny, clever, and soulful in ways she had not expected.
Jamie Hunter blended well with the alpha males of Justice and Bendover. He was tall, handsome, and adorably dorky once he let you in.
Jamie Hunter played by his own rules. Non-negotiable should be his middle name.
The thought made her shiver and brought her around yet again to her certainty that getting involved with the sexy veterinarian was something she had to consider carefully.
Wrapped in a short, silky kimono robe, with her hair brushed and secured atop her head with a big clip, she padded to the kitchen barefoot and flipped on the kettle. Sounds from the living room told her Kori was locking up.
Surveying a row of tin boxes—each with a chalkboard label indicating the tea blend inside—the decision to go with a nighttime blend was a no-brainer.
Next to the tea assortment was her coffee maker and bean grinder. After introducing mocha coffee drinks, Kori developed a teenage fascination with coffee ice cream and tiramisu. One of Becca”s rules was that her daughter could drink decaf—end stop. No exceptions. Twelve and thirteen-year-olds did not need a caffeine addiction.
”All secure,”Kori announced with a clap as she strolled into the kitchen and yanked the fridge open.”I”mhaving a yogurt. You want one?”
”No, thanks. I ate my weight in ice cream earlier. I”ll pay for the lack of restraint in the gym tomorrow.”
”Be serious, Mom,”Kori said dryly. ”Pigging out on ice cream with a cute guy isn”t a cardinal sin.”
”I”m just saying,”she quickly defended—regretting bringing up said ”cute guy.”
The kettle switched off once the water boiled. She fit a mug with a basket infuser, spooned a chamomile blend in, and poured the hot, hot, hot water over the tea leaves. Fragrant steam rose in curls.
”Do you want in on this?”she asked, holding the kettle up.
”Nah, I”m good.I”mbeat. Good news, though. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I don”t have to be anywhere until lunchtime. Domineau asked if I”d supervise Molly, Bella, and Matty at the Double M for a few hours. Said yes because, well, ceramics, ya”know?”
Since discussing tomorrow”s plans was on the agenda, now was the perfect time to let her daughter know that she had accepted an invitation for dinner. However, she hemmed and hawed because it felt weird to discuss dating with a twelve-year-old—no matter how mature or savvy she appeared.
Dithering wasn”t her style. Clearing her throat, she sucked in some air and said, ”I, uh, have a dinner date.”
Unable to fathom why she had said that, she followed up by mumbling, ”Jamie wants to cook dinner.”
Kori froze with her hand in mid-air, holding a spoonful of yogurt.
After the longest thirty seconds ever recorded, her gawking daughter reacted.
”Mom,”Kori exclaimed. ”Are you dating Dr. Hunter?”
Becca felt a blush move on her face. She was discussing her dating life with her daughter. Holy crap.
No debate was necessary. She answered the straightforward question with a straightforward answer.
”I suppose I am. He”s rather big on labeling things, and he called tonight a date, so,”she spread her hands wide. ”There you have it.”
”Oh wow.”Kori”s eyes welled with tears, shocking Becca to her core.
”Do you not like the idea of me dating? I thought you were on board with me getting out.”
Motherly panic crept into her head.
”I can cancel,”she added feebly.
Kori dropped the yogurt and leaped from her chair at the kitchen table. She came straight at her, wrapping Becca in a fierce hug.
”No!”she yelped. ”Mom, this is fantastic. There”s more than just responsibility out there. I want you to have a life. You”re thirty-four, not ninety. Jamie is the icing on the cupcake.”
”So you”re okay with me seeing him?”
”One hundred.”Kori ended the hug, sniffed, and wiped away her tears. ”I think he”s okay.”
”Really?”she asked hopefully.
”Yeah. Not a pig,”her daughter snickered. ”That”s how we rate boys. Pig or not a pig.”
”Well, I”m glad we got that settled.”
Straining her nighttime tea, she added sweetener and took a sip.
Kori bustled about and then went to bed. By the time Becca”s mug was empty, the house was quiet. With the place locked up tight, she rinsed the mug, visually rechecked things, and headed into her bedroom.
Tired but restless, she climbed into bed, got comfy, and pulled her laptop off the nightstand. She had no objective beyond killing time until sleep called to her.
Avoiding the news, she checked on the latest celebrity gossip instead. It was stupid fun to speculate about the sex lives of the rich and famous.
Next, she scrolled her social media, smiling at a recent post her mom put up showing herandBecca”s dad dressed in hula skirts for a special event at their senior center.
No internet excursion was complete without shopping. She brought up her current Amazon cart and deleted a few unnecessary things. For some unknown reason, she searched for naughty lingerie but immediately snapped out of it. Wanting sexy undies was fine, but buying lingerie from the ”zon was not.
Widening her search, she asked Google, and bam! A hundred sites appeared. Seeing a cute bra and panty set she thought might look good on her, she clicked on the site and tumbled down a rabbit hole.
The site wasn”t just about lingerie. They carried sex toys, bondage equipment, videos, and everything from lickable lube to nipple jewelry.
Along the left side was a list of sections—some for men and some exclusively for women. On the women”s page, she was shocked to find a veritable catalog of BDSM and kink information.
Without hesitation, she clicked on the spanking page.
She”d never been spanked—not in a sexual way—but the activity held a shocking appeal.
On another page, this one about threesomes containing advice on anal preparation, she quickly bailed. An audience or guests in the bedroom was not and never would be her thing.
Goosebumps broke out across her torso when she stumbled upon a space devoted to female submission. It was as if the universe wanted her to explore.
A lot of the posts read like letters to the editor in Playboy magazine—many were accounts of the unimaginable freedom experienced at the hands of a true Dom.
Then, she found a link to another website offering instructional videos.
Her heart pounded. Should she?
Biting her lips, she considered the ramifications. Then she clicked on the sign-up box and, using a credit card she kept for off-radar purchases, ponied up $49 for immediate access to a library of submissive kink.
Oh.
My.
God.
As she peeled the onion, exploring layer after layer of titillating material, she came upon a video introduction to modern-day submission posted by a woman claiming to be a classically trained sub.
There were classically trained subs? What did that mean?
Unlocking the half-hour video cost her an additional $19. Not knowing what to expect, she breathlessly studied the eye-opening mini-documentary starring a forty-year-old businesswoman with a high-powered career and her real-life role as a submissive. There was none of that kneeling naked by the front door shit. Instead, she was treated to something that looked and felt natural. The Dom in her life was a rough and ready type—not a man in a business suit. He treated her like a queen while using her body in delicious and oftentimes eye-opening ways. The sex was crude and brutish but also passionate.
When the video ended, Becca needed a cold drink.
In a moment of clarity she understood Jamie and why he explored what it meant to be submissive.
At the same time, she also realized that he wasn”t fucking around or playing her. He was a Dom, and he knew what he was doing.
And what he was signaling he wanted to do was dominate her.
Completely.
Slamming the laptop shut, she moved it onto the nightstand, turned off the light, and punched her pillow. Lying on her side, she squeezed her eyes shut and willed her body to go to sleep, but the erotic scenes she watched kept playing in her head.
The Dom put the female executive on her knees and casually lifted her skirt to tear her panties off. It was shocking and hot watching the man slam fuck the elegantly dressed woman from behind. He demanded she not come—something Becca couldn”t even imagine.
He told her to beg for his cock, and she did. He demanded she crawl across the room to him, her boobs swaying. The blow job she administered was enthralling to watch.
When they finally got down to it, he sat between her spread legs, stroking his cock while she fingered her pussy.
Could she do something like that? Did she have the confidence?
Entering her with a dramatic plunge, his cock sank balls deep, and the woman cried out. The ferocious fucking took Becca”s breath away. She replayed when the sub came with her knees drawn back and her hands gripping the bedsheets.
The Dom roared with pleasure and brought it home with a series of body-slamming thrusts punctuated with harsh grunts.
How the hell was she supposed to sleep when it was so easy to picture Jamie on top, driving her body to a shattering climax?
An ache in her core wouldn”t go away—not without her doing something about it.
Slipping a hand into her panties, she was shocked by how wet she was.
Picturing Jamie”s manly cock nudging the back of her throat caused an eruption of arousal.
She couldn”t take it.
Turning to her other side, she opened the nightstand drawer and rummaged for the black velvet pouch containing a fancy vibrator. Flopping back on the pillows, she pushed her panties down and off and then spread her legs.
Inserting the vaginal vibe and then positioning the clitoral stimulator in the right spot, she switched it on and moaned as the vibrations stole her breath.
Bucking her hips, she gave in to the building sensation. Her pussy throbbed. More arousal dripped from her opening. Increasing the stimulation sent her over the edge.
Thanks to years spent in the military under deployment where there was no privacy, she”d learned the art of the silent climax—something female soldiers joked about. The skill was necessary when a far-too-savvy twelve-year-old was across the hallway.
Arching as powerful contractions of pleasure shook her whole body, Becca strangled the groan in her throat—riding the orgasmic wave to the end.
When her breathing returned to near normal, she started to laugh and grabbed a pillow to cover her face and muffle the sound.
In the category, First Time for Everything, she”d just masturbated to a fantasy starring a real person in her life.
Washing up in the teeny tiny three-piece bath Domineau added to the main bedroom, she kept chuckling and shaking her head.
”I blame Mr. Tall Dork and Handsome for putting all this erotic stuff in my head.”
Shoving the expensive lady toy in its bag, she stashed it in the back of her nightstand drawer.
Still giggling as she put on fresh panties, she did some math in her head and declared, ”Buck fifty for the vibrator—forty-nine for the intro to submission vid and another nineteen for the kink porn, and that”s what? Two hundred and eighteen?”
Turning off the bedside lamp, she wiggled beneath the covers and found her spot.
Exhaling deeply, Becca closed her eyes and let the sleepiness take over. Her last words before drifting off were, ”Return on investment? Check.”