The Dom with the Dark Eyes Page 5
Linsey grinned. “Okay, I know when I’m beaten … Athol Donaldson, don’t you say a word.”
Athol opened his eyes wide. “As if I would, but you and beaten conjures up some very interesting pictures in my mind.”
She growled, there was no other word for it. “Edan take him away or by god, I’ll… well I don’t know what but I’ll think of something.”
“Okay, okay, no more.” Athol took Edan’s hand. “Take me away from the cruel lady.”
“Oh, poor baby.” Edan kissed his lover’s nose. “Come on then.”
“I’ll leave you to Rad,” Athol said to Linsey as he kissed her cheek then let Edan tow him toward the door. “We’ll go check everything is locked. You can discuss Domming tactics, or who knows the best way to flog or be flogged. But I’ll lock up for sure. Now can you walk or shall I carry you?”
“Pul-ease, I’m pregnant not poorly.” She rolled her eyes. “Well apart from a sensitive upchuck reflex. I’m fine.”
She looked up at Rad and for the first time he noticed her grey-violet eyes. Such a stunning color. He’d only ever seen it one before.
“Cherry?”
Chapter Seven
Oh fuck, it is him. No one, but no one, would call her Cherry, and certainly not in that deep chocolate and smoke voice. Except him.
For one brief, very brief moment Linsey pondered whether she should deny who she was. The glint in Rad’s eyes warned her it might not be very good idea.
“Not anymore. That was one night of temporary madness.”
His eyes darkened then he grinned and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
Her clit throbbed and her cunt tingled. If she wasn’t so determined to act cool, casual, and ‘it was just a one night thing’, she’d be on her knees, her sub persona uppermost and begging for it.
His dick, however, wherever and forever.
You what? Now that is the stuff fairytales are made of. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t register when Rad moved and took her chin between thumb and forefinger. He held her tightly, just on the pleasure side of pain.
“Temporary? Oh no, sweet Cherry, not all of it. Some of it is well permanent. Well it bloody better be because it hurt like a bitch. Shit, give me a flogger any day.”
She tilted her head and looked at him speculatively.
He laughed. “I was going to say or a scriber, but the only scribers I know would mark me hard just to show me I’m a wimp.” He rolled his eyes.
She burst out laughing, pleased the atmosphere had lightened. “You, a wimp when you had a cherry tattooed on your dick? I was there remember and there wasn’t as much as a hiss or a whimper.”
“Of course not, I had to show you there was nothing to worry about. That I was an all out macho Dom, who could take it as well as give it. Especially after you’d just sat there and let her tattoo your cunt and never murmured. I mean I know I had no feeling in my hand for days after, where you’d held on to me for grim death, but you never murmured.”
“Well, I had to show you I was an all strong woman Domme who could take it as well as give it. And the hand holding was as much for you as me. You winced on my behalf.”
He shook his head and dragged her close. “Very true. I felt every prick of your tattoo as well as mine. What are we like?” With a wicked smile, Rad dug his hands into her ass and she giggled.
“Switches both, that’s us.”
He pushed his tongue between her lips and kissed her long and thoroughly. Linsey shivered and he laughed into her mouth. As he did so she felt his finger press into the crack of her ass.
The memories of being fucked like that, after riding him and him riding her was enough to make her wet and ready to come. That time has been one of the most magical of her life. In fact if she was honest the whole evening from when he’d met her was oh so special.
“Oh yeah we will. Soon,” he murmured in her ear. “Once you’ve been given the all clear.”
His words brought her back to earth with a bump. What on earth was she thinking about? She had her baby and also though she might not want to, Laura. His ex-wife and her ex almost but not quite partner.
“Rad, Tay does only have one ex brother in law doesn’t he?”
He moved back a few inches to look at her. “Yeah, why?”
She sighed. “Take me home and we’ll talk about it. But I think both our pasts are about to rear their ugly heads and put a spanner in the works. And hell on wheels, why on earth am I talking in clichés? I bloody hate it when people do that. Is that what pregnancy does to you? Addle your brain and make you thick?”
“Never having being pregnant, I can’t say.” He raised one eyebrow and winked as she punched him on the shoulder.
“But, sweet Cherry-mine, I reckon if anyone can carry it off you can.” He put his arm over her shoulder and steered her out of the building. “My car is over there.”
For once it was nice to let someone else take over. Linsey let him seat her and waited until he rounded the car, got in, fastened his seat belt, started the engine and drove out of the car park.
The silence between them was comfortable and Linsey wished like hell she wasn’t going to have to upset it.
She waited until they were out of town and driving the country roads to the village they both lived in.
Coincidence or Fate?
Now how to introduce the thorny subject of exes.
“You know your Laura and I were almost an item don’t you?” she said as casually as she could. “As in tried to be a couple.”
The car swerved and he swore.
“Driving this godforsaken road is not the time to spit that out, Cherry mine. Of course I do.” He pulled up in a layby and put the car into neutral. “Does it matter?”
She swiveled in her seat to face him. As the only light was from outside where the moon chased in and out of the clouds, his face was in shadow. Like that, he was so her Sir of the dark eyes, her breath hitched.
“Not to me, but it might to Laura.”
He nodded and stroked her cheek. “Laura is her own worst enemy, love. She can’t come to terms with her sexuality. Until she does we can’t do anything. If she did and accepted she wanted one of us, or both of us,” he paused. “What would you say?”
Linsey bit her lip. She had to be honest.
“That we come as a couple? I hope. But I know and you know we both have feelings for her. Deep feelings. A ménage would be fine by me. Better than fine. And think how lucky our baby would be with a threesome as parents. But would she, could she accept that? Who knows?”
He kissed her nose. “Then we’ll hope that’s how we end up. But for now it’s you me, and baby to be makes three?”
“Oh yeah.”
She liked the sound of that.
The End
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