Chapter 6 ZEE #2
“You’re so perfect.” He leaned his head on the cool bars of the cage as she moaned and licked his cum from her lips. He reached down and slid his fingers into her pussy, rough and quick.
“Love how dripping wet and needy this cunt is, begging for release, but it’s not getting any tonight.”
“Ooh!” Ella’s exasperated plea almost made him change his mind. But he wanted her to anticipate his next move. He wanted her on edge and focused on him and not on the melancholy that she’d wallowed in.
Zee withdrew his fingers and then crammed them into her mouth. She slurped them noisily, her warm tongue delicious on his fingers, and he groaned wanting even more.
“Thank you, Master, for using me.” Her tone was cool, and he heard the note of frustration but ignored it, stepping into his leathers, tucking his now-serviced cock into them before lacing them up.
He put the stool back, then from the bar he grabbed a water bottle with a straw and brought it over to her and pushed it through the bars of the cage.
“Sip.”
“Thank you.”
He unlocked the cage door and helped her out.
“Anything cramped or hurting?”
“Only my pussy.” Her eyes were bright, the grin on her face lighting up the room.
He kissed her, a long passionate kiss that was the perfect end to the scene, her those gorgeous breasts soft against his shirt he knew he could hold her here forever.
“I want to take you home to our bed for aftercare.” He kissed the top of her forehead.
“Yes, please.” She snuggled against him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Are you more centered, dear heart?”
“Yes, you always give me what I need, Master.”
“Good girl. I loved using the cage. We’ll have to do it again.”
Not that this was their first time playing like this. He chuckled.
“Remember when Madison found the dog cage in the garage?”
“She didn’t believe the story about almost getting a dog,” Ella said wistfully.
“I guess she didn’t.” He held her for a moment longer before giving her a light tap on her ass. “Come on, let’s shut this place down and get home.”
Ella went to tidy the cage, and he went back to shut the lights down and shut off the alarm.
Taking her hand, they walked through the reception area, the track light flickering above them.
“I know. I’ll get it fixed.”
“I didn’t say a word, Master.”
“That’s because you’re a smart slave who knows better and wants an orgasm this year.”
“It’d be nice.” The frustration in her voice was clear.
“Soon. Maybe,” Zee chuckled, holding the door open for her and leading her home.
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Now Zee pulled into his driveway, excitement charging his veins.The week ended with no strange phone calls and no sightings of the van.
The article announcing Coach’s award had had his phone buzzing with calls of congratulations.There were a few hang-ups, but he figured people didn’t want to leave a message just to say “congrats.”
After a long morning of meetings and one practice, he couldn’t wait to surprise Ella.
He grabbed his bag from the passenger side and chose to walk the back path to the back door. Ella had the blinds down, letting in the afternoon sun.
Zee stood there, just out of her sight line, and took her in.
She had the phone pressed to her ear, pins in her mouth.
While she talked, she glanced at her iPad, and Zee knew a pattern was on screen.
She bent her head to her work, still on the phone, her long hair flowing over her shoulder.
Pride swarmed through his veins, and he took a step forward, his mouth salivating with how much he wanted to touch her.
After last night, Ella seemed more relaxed, and this morning her smile reached her eyes when she said goodbye.
Good.
When Ella was upset, nothing was right in his world. Especially when it was something he couldn’t fix.
Zee quietly let himself in through the sliding back door by swiping his key.He hoped Ella wouldn’t hear it between her phone conversation and the blaring sounds of some baroque classic rock that played.
He took his shoes off and, as quietly as he could, he took the three steps down from the hall into their great room.
Ella pinned something to her dummy. Zee sauntered around her long table, snagged an arm against her waist, pulling her back against him.
“Zee!” Ella laughed against him, then set the pins down.
“Hello, dear heart.” He brushed her jaw as she tilted her head up for a kiss. He kissed her soft lips, breathing in her scent, tension easing from his body by holding her in his arms.
Zee held her from behind and swayed with her in his arms along to the beat of the classical low beats of the music coming from her speakers.
“I’m sorry you won’t be able to see Annie live tomorrow night. But I can’t wait to dance with you in front of everyone.” He rubbed his scruffy cheek against her soft ones, her in drawn breath soothing something in him.
The way her body let go of the tension and she melted against him fed his soul.
“I’ll dance anywhere with you, Master,” Ella laid her head on his chest and they swayed to the music in their great room, in a property neither one of them could ever have dreamed of owning when they were kids, growing up in two vastly different environments.
Ella’s family were farmers. They didn’t have much, but they loved each other.
On his side, his mother ran off on him.
His father was a mechanic and as mean as a caged bear.
“It’s nice to have you home early. I’ve missed you.” Her voice caught on the word. He spun her around so that she was facing him.
“I’ve missed being with you too, my love. I miss our lazy breakfasts and going with you to the market to shop for dinner. I miss watching you work.” Her face flushed at this, and Zee kissed the top of her forehead. “But this team, Ella, it’s making me feel like I’m twenty again.”
“I don’t want you twenty again,” Ella brushed her fingertips along his arms. “I like you exactly as you are now.”
The desire in her eyes gripped his heart, and he cupped her nape, drawing her in for a long kiss.He sighed as he kissed her, his tongue curling around hers, lost in her taste.
She let out a needy whimper, and he turned this soft kiss into a demanding, controlling one, fisting his hand through her hair.
He lifted her chin, exposing her neck and then softly skimmed his lips along her neck to her lips, tugging on her bottom lip, gently nipping it before lapping the hollow of her throat.
She moaned hungrily, pressing her breasts into his chest.
His cock twitched, and desire hummed through his veins.
He kissed her again, deep-throating her with his tongue as she let out sweet noises that went right to his throbbing cock.
Zee walked them over to the couch, where he pulled Ella onto his lap. She sighed against him, and he held her close.
Whatever slight fission had happened between them didn’t matter.
Their ebb was restored with this moment of intimacy.
Still holding her hair, he brought her head against his chest.
“Are you wet, little slut?” He purred against her ear, enjoying how she shivered.
“Always, for you, Master.”
“Good. I like keeping you all wet and needy.” She opened her legs wider across his lap, and he dipped his fingers under her skirt, skimming them just ever so slightly.
Her eyes closed, her face tensed, and she mewled in frustration.
“Tea now, please, dear heart.”
“Later?” Ella raised an elegant eyebrow.
His dear heart could have been a model.
Not that he’d want her to be, and Ella was way too camera shy, but she was so damn gorgeous.
He knew she was self-conscious about her body, and he didn’t want to dismiss her feelings, but every chance he got he tried to expose her body, to test her limits of self-allowance, and over the years, her confidence in herself had grown.
“Were you going to ask me something?” Zee smirked at her as his phone rang out.
“Tea coming right up,” Ella swept her lips over his and hurried into the kitchen.
Zee stood, his knees creaking, and grabbed his bag from where he had set it and pulled out his phone and frowned as he listened to the most recent message, another hang-up.
He’d never take chances with Ella’s safety nor the safety of the members who visited Club Bandit, and he needed to give another call to River Stone.
Zee turned the music down, preferring it in the background, not as the main event, and took a seat on the overstuffed buttery leather couch.
He watched his wife set out his things exactly like he liked them.
“Coach called me. They’re staying at the waterfront hotel.”
“That’ll be nice for them,” Ella said, over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Marnie’s sister is moving out of her house the next day, and they agreed to help. They’re only in town for one night.”
“Sorry our visit won’t be longer.”
“What do you think of visiting them in October, at your Thanksgiving?” The kettle went off, she poured the tea, but Zee caught how she stiffened. “You were hoping to see the girls.”
“If you give me a choice, yeah, I’d fly out to see Annie and Madison, even if the girls aren’t on break.”
Her tone was the one he thought of as her mama bear one and Zee knew it was wise not to push her to give him his way on this one.
“Sorry, dear heart, I wasn’t thinking. We’ll make plans with them another time.”
“As soon as I talk to Marnie tomorrow night, we’ll have it worked out. I know you miss them.” Ella carried over the tray of teacups with a slice of lemon on the side and set it down in front of him.
“That’s my good girl, thank you. Come here.” He patted his lap, and Ella climbed back on, her silky strands brushing against his mouth.
“How was your day?” He rubbed the back of his knuckles along her jaw, loving how she shuddered slightly at his touch.
Her skin was warm and soft, and he kept rubbing his knuckles up and down the line of her jaw.
“Josie sent me home with a loaf of fresh sourdough.”
“Can’t wait to eat it.” Zee kissed her ear, his fingers lightly stroking her bare mound underneath her skirt. “And maybe, my sweet sub, I’ll have you for dessert.”
“Whatever pleases you, Master.” Ella rested her head against the smooth muscled plane of his body, as Zee’s arm held her in place.
His fingers circled over her labia. He tapped the sensitive flesh once, twice, and Ella moaned in part frustration, part pleasure.
“You please me, my love.” Zee spun her to his front and kissed her long and hard.
Ella ran her fingertips over his familiar face, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss, his tongue circling hers, until his cock twitched in his slacks.
“How is Josie?” Zee reached for his tea and took a sip.
Ella sighed contentedly in his arms, and he would keep her here forever if he could.
But he wanted more.
He wanted to accomplish more, though his reasons for that, as he had his slave on his lap in their cozy great room with the sun setting, were hard to reach for.
“She’s good. I love helping her, Zee. She was so generous to everyone we met at the newcomer’s kitchen today.”
“Yeah?” Zee blew a soft breath against her neck. She arched against him, moaning, sending twinges of need through him like a rushing stream.
“So many people in need. One of their ovens was on the fritz.”
“That is sad.” Zee cocked an eyebrow. “And how much did the oven cost me?” His hands swept over her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over her hardened nipples.
“Nothing we can’t afford.” Her voice became small, but breathy. He pulled her away from him so he could see her face.
And couldn’t help the answering smirk spread across his. “Ella?”
“Almost six thousand,” Ella muttered. “But they needed it.”
“No doubt they did, and you have the most generous heart for giving it to them. I seem to remember that we had a rule that any purchase over five thousand dollars was supposed to be consulted on?”
She ducked her head; her cheeks flamed, but a small smile played about her mouth.
This was a kind of joke between them.
When they first had money, Ella used to call Zee about every little purchase she made, never being comfortable spending it.
So he instituted the rule that unless it was over five thousand dollars, she didn’t have to run it by him.
This was the first time she actually spent that much. Even the vacations she’d arranged, she did with his input, usually in bed or in Zee’s home office.
“I thought that was for the home, Master.” Her fingers dug into his arms slightly, and Zee knew she hadn’t intended to do it. He didn’t miss the hitch in her breathing and how she wiggled on his lap.
“You wouldn’t be arguing with me, would you, my dear heart?” He tugged her hair, cocked an eyebrow.
She squirmed on his lap, grinding on his thigh, pleading with her eyes.
“No, I should have texted you. I’m sorry, Master.”
“Ah Ella, your impulsive heart has gotten you in trouble before.” Zee kept his tone light but steely. “What are you going to ask me for now?” He wound her hair around his fist, pulled her neck back. Her tongue poked out, her fingertips reaching for purchase.
“Please punish me, Master.”
Her words flowed into him like desire-filled honey, thick and syrupy, sending him right into Dom space.
“Upstairs. Fetch the acrylic paddle with the hearts, leave it on the nightstand and wait kneeling on the armchair, your back to the door. I want you naked and your tits hanging over the top of the chair.”
She let out a startled whine, the desire shining bright in her eyes, a green light he couldn’t ignore.
His fingers swiped through her slit, immediately coated with her juices.
Zee brought them to her lips, and she immediately opened, because she was his good girl.
She sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them, and his dick throbbed against his slacks, hard as a diamond.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, to her cry, and then slammed his mouth against hers.
He brought her even her closer, feeling the heat of her body melt into his as their kiss deepened. Her sweet lips against his sent his pulse racing and his cock hard as steel.
“Be a good girl and do what I said.”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes shined with arousal, and he wanted to give this woman everything she ever wanted, all the things she asked for and more.
He let go of her hair, settling the flowing locks over her shoulders, then slid her off his lap.
He smacked her ass.
She yelped cheekily as she skittered away.
Yeah, he was going to enjoy giving his girl everything she asked for.