Chapter 28
Atlee
One.
Two.
Three.
Counting wasn’t helping but Casimir’s come-hither wink and the way he crooked his finger at me might’ve improved my mood somewhat.
The walk across the street had never been longer, but at least I wasn’t alone. Nearly everyone in the entire neighborhood was standing on their front porches, so they wouldn’t miss a moment of all the fun.
“They’re not even pretending to be subtle any longer.” My dry complaint had Casimir’s grin getting wider. “When did we get new neighbors in that weird red house?”
Casimir rolled his eyes. “Some people should not be allowed to pick out house colors. But that’s a very good question because I thought it was still vacant.”
As we both glanced over at the badly painted house, the guy standing on the porch quickly went inside. He might’ve liked being nosy but he didn’t like being on the other end of the drama. “Squatter? Renter? Something weird?”
“Something weird.” Casimir didn’t hesitate before answering. “We’ll bring over a casserole next week if he’s still there.”
“Giving him time to practice his story or time to move out?” I expected Casimir to laugh, but he aimed his sexy smirk in my direction, killing a few brain cells.
“I’ve already got a very full weekend…so people who don’t matter will have to wait.
” Reaching out, Casimir grabbed my tie and pulled me closer until I was barely pressed against him.
The silky feel of his shirt killed a few more brain cells, but it was worth it.
“Right now, I only have one man who matters to me and I just made that very clear to some assholes who ended up on my porch.”
I should’ve still been pissed but he made it impossible. “What did they want now?”
They’d been too silent lately, so I’d been prepared for drama to pop up eventually.
Casimir shrugged as his fingers stroked my tie. “Probably to find out if they left their IQ around here the last time they visited.”
Laughing was probably wrong but I could only imagine how it would’ve gone if he’d actually said something like that. “I’m sure you were helpful in pointing out it was missing.”
His grin was wicked but my favorite part was the tender kiss he gave me. “You’re sexy as fuck and very smart.”
Agreed…at least to the smart part because somehow I’d found him.
“And you’re sexy and devious.” Giving him a kiss that time, I leaned forward and brushed against him so he could feel how sexy I found him. “You’re also very good at standing up for me, which I appreciate.”
He’d also done an amazing job of helping me stand up for myself, but that was still a work in progress. He knew it too based on the understanding smile that was gone in a flash. “What can I say? Idiotic assholes drive me crazy. If you’re going to fuck with people, do it well. Don’t half-ass shit.”
Casimir was insane.
“If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right.” My ridiculous response got a serious-looking nod and earned me another kiss. “They’re not putting in enough effort at hiding their stupidity or their bad decisions.”
I must’ve been a genetic throwback from previous generations.
“Agreed, but you’re smart and sexy and put in the best kind of effort, baby.” Him nearly purring out the words sent a shiver through me and got a wicked chuckle from him. “I think we need to finish this conversation inside.”
That sounded like a wonderful plan…and not just because it’d been too many days since we’d enjoyed quality time together. Quickies were fun but they were the fast food of sex and the Taco Bell of BDSM.
“Lead the way.” Sir. “I’m very curious to see what you have in mind.”
His chuckle sent another shiver through me but I was steady enough to step back and follow him inside where we wouldn’t have an audience. And we had an audience. Most of the street was still parked on their porches and a few looked like they’d gone inside to get drinks to enjoy the show.
They needed more normal hobbies.
“I’ve got a few things on my mind.” Casimir’s sexy comeback had my dick trying to decide if he could get hard or if he was supposed to behave. “That suit is one of them.”
I had a feeling he’d like this one.
“It’s not my tux but I hoped it was appropriate.” I shrugged and tried to look innocent as I brought up the tux again. “I need to try it on this week just to make sure it’s still in good condition. Maybe you can help me by making sure it looks right?”
His groan was a mix of desire and frustration that I hoped would earn me a spanking later. The sparkle in his eyes was wicked and sexy, though, so I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. “I’ll help but it’ll need to be dry cleaned afterward.”
That would be totally worth it.
“Your help is more important than dry cleaning.” We had plenty of time before I had to use it so there could be several trips and it wouldn’t be an issue. “I appreciate any and all help.”
Especially when he was in his Master headspace like he was moving toward at the moment.
Casimir had specifically said he wanted this to be a date, but it was starting to feel like more than that as he scanned the room and moved me toward the far wall. “Lean back.”
I was confused until he frowned and huffed. “I can’t wrinkle you.”
Oh.
Before I could ask what he had in mind, he was crouched down in front of me and running his hands up the black pants I thought would be soft enough to tempt him.
I was right.
He didn’t lose track of his goal but he definitely took his time stroking my thighs and slowly inching toward my cock. “The idiots’ new lines are about how I’m tempting you away from the family she can give you and I’m doing it to get back at Valerie.”
Huh?
“Did…” Shoot. He’d found my cock before I could finish the sentence. “Did you…interact with her…enough…”
Fuck.
Closing my eyes, I ignored his giggles and the way he was massaging my dick through my pants.
Winning the game meant I had to get my question out, so I did my best to ignore everything he was doing to me.
“Did you interact with her enough before the divorce started to have any kind of relationship? Even a combative one?”
Ha.
Did it.
Ugh.
Master didn’t appreciate a challenge.
His hand tightened to the point where it was just on the good side of painful and my body had flashbacks to going into the cage the night before. “No. We only talked in passing, so she’s trying out a new act for court or something.”steady as he d
She was an idiot.
There were much better ways to try to get what she wanted.
“Your mother also said the baby couldn’t be born out of wedlock.
Couldn’t. We need to get a copy of that trust.” He was completely fucking with me.
How was I supposed to talk about my family when all I wanted was to come?
“And they’re pissed about the new lawyer, so there were definitely shenanigans of some sort. ”
“That.” My eyes opened before I realized what a bad idea that was. Looking down at Casimir and seeing my hungry Master staring at me like a predator ready to pounce derailed my thoughts completely. “That was…”
It was something.
What was it?
“I…” I swallowed as he released my cock and inched my zipper down. “He…”
The lawyer had done something.
Oh.
“Today…today he sent a cease-and-desist letter talking about suing if they kept…if they kept lying about the wedding and the baby.” Ha. Got it out before he’d fished out my dick. “That…”
Hadn’t gotten that thought out fast enough.
Shit.
God.
Moaning, I fought to keep my legs steady as he deepthroated my cock in one smooth motion sending pleasure rolling through me.
It felt like he’d taken me all the way to his stomach before he pulled off and kissed the tip.
“Keep talking, baby. We’ve only got a minute before we leave for our reservations. ”
He was going to kill me.
Master’s tone was sweet and almost consolatory but it sent a flash of desire-filled fear through me that only made me harder.
He’d do it…he’d leave me erect and say something like oh well it took too long.
“The new lawyer…” My brain wasn’t working enough to remember his name. “He…he talked about…”
How was he taking me that deep without it being stressful at all?
As I told myself I needed to find a way to practice more, I tried to remember what I was supposed to be talking about. “He talked about reporting them for fraud and…and something with money…”
I knew that word.
I should know that word.
That word…
Master did something with his tongue that sent my eyes rolling back in my head but it was the way he hummed that sent pleasure vibrating through me. I found myself pressing my hands against the wall and fighting the urge to fuck his throat because I hadn’t been given permission for that.
I was supposed to explain what I knew and orgasm.
Talk and orgasm.
Talk and orgasm.
What else did Master need to know?
“We…we have another appointment next week.” Yes. That was important. “He…he said you asked good questions.”
He’d also laughed and said Casimir wasn’t going to let me get railroaded again.
I wasn’t sure if he’d meant by my family, my ex, or my previous lawyer, and I still couldn’t figure it out but that was probably a too-stupid-to-think issue.
Master had started humming again.
I was going to run out of time.
“He…he wants to talk about the next steps.” And there was something else…something. “He talked to your guy. The man. That smart one. The sneaky one.”
Fuck.
It didn’t matter what he was.
Master was smart and could hum and deepthroat and swallow and…and he could make me come really fast.
One second he was driving me crazy and the next he was pulling my orgasm from me like it belonged to him and he was ready to play with it. Realizing how correct that was had relief and something confusing making me lightheaded as I came down his throat like I’d been told.
Forcing myself to stay put against the wall had every muscle twitching like I’d run a marathon. Master slowly pulled off me, catching every drop of cum and drawing out the pleasure until it was a mix of sensations that had me nearly whining.
“Such a good boy.” Somehow he made sweet praise sound so wicked. “And you’re still all neat and tidy.”
Why did I feel like apologizing for not getting messier?
Before I could decide what to say next, he rose gracefully and barely brushed his lips against mine. “I’ll make sure I put the appointment on my calendar, baby.”
Appointment?
I must’ve looked stupid because he chuckled. “With the lawyer…Mr. Slaten?”
Oh.
Yes.
“That’s his name.”
Master was smart even when he’d sucked out all my brains…now I just had to figure out why he was giggling.
“You are adorable.”
Maybe it didn’t matter why he thought I was so funny.