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  “I agree.” His eyes briefly drifted to her cleavage.

  “I’ll make the reservations tomorrow.” She smiled and released his arm.

  “We have plenty of room at the house if you guys wanted to stay with us,” Lilith spoke up.

  “We might just do that.” Caroline smirked, then looked to Derek. “I’m hungry, honey. Please find out when we’ll be eating.”

  He swiftly nodded, then shot Lilith a friendly smile before stalking off upon his wife’s demand.

  “How do you do it?” Lilith chuckled.

  “What?” Caroline sipped her wine.

  “Oh, come on.” Her eyes rolled. “He does every little thing you say.”

  Caroline shrugged. “He’s a good boy.”

  The girls’ laughter drew Ian’s and Justin’s attention.

  Spotting Derek talking to the chef, Justin asked Ian, “Think they’re headed for divorce?” He lifted his beer to his lips.

  “Nah. He’d never divorce her. Who would he answer to then?” Ian chuckled. “He’s got no backbone.”

  The men turned to look at Derek.

  “Because you do.” Justin slapped his back and walked away.

  “Yeah, but Lily’s no Caroline,” Ian quietly said, following Justin.

  “Thank God. Hot as hell, but fuckin’ scary.” Justin chuckled while Ian put on a charming smile and approached the girls.

  “You boys look like you’re up to no good.” Caroline eyed them with a cocked eyebrow; they both wiped the smirks from their faces.

  “And you look beautiful as ever.” Justin smiled his charming smile at her.

  “Oh God.” Lilith rolled her eyes.

  “I’d make a shawl out of that beautiful hair, Justin, watch it.” Caroline winked, mussing his wayward curls before heading toward Derek.

  “Scares the shit out of me,” Justin mumbled.

  “Yup.” Ian agreed with a nod, looking into his drink.

  “Oh, stop,” Lilith scoffed.

  “Baby, she probably beats Derek.”

  “She does not.” Lilith chuckled and shook her head. “You boys need to be beat.”

  “Sign me up,” Justin quipped. Lilith smiled, walking away.

  “Caroline.” Lilith took her hand and pulled her across the room to get her away from Barry, who was boring her with legal terms she didn’t care to understand.

  “God,” she sighed. “Thank you.”

  Lilith looked back at Barry and noticed Derek watching Caroline’s ass.

  “Have you two been married long?”

  “Me and Derek? A while. We got married young.” She nodded.

  “So tell me, does he really do everything you ask?”

  “Lily.” Caroline chuckled, finishing her glass of wine.

  “He’s like your little servant.”

  “Like yours is any better?”

  Lilith hummed complacently and looked across the crowded room, finding Ian and Justin now standing with Derek and Barry, all seeming to be talking business.

  “I told you, he’s a good boy.”

  “I don’t know how you do it.” Lilith pulled her eyes away from the men.

  “What?”

  “Be so domineering. Sometimes I like to hand over the reins.” Lilith grinned.

  “He picked out this necklace on his own.” Caroline’s fingers touched her new diamond pendant and Lilith barked out a laugh.

  “You’re terrible.”

  Caroline grinned, looking back toward the guys. Her eyes met Derek’s. He winked at her and her lips slightly curled up.

  When dinner was served, Caroline took her place next to him and he pushed in her chair.

  “Thank you,” she rigidly said while picking up her second glass of wine.

  Barry was staring at her like usual and she glared back at him across the table.

  “Something you’re looking for, Barry?” She never had a problem pointing out his blatant staring.

  “I love staring into those soulless eyes, Caroline.”

  Derek jerked his head up, then prepared to stand, but the second Caroline’s hand landed on his leg, he stopped.

  “I’ll have a soul once I swallow yours.”

  “That what happened to Derek?” Barry’s harsh teasing never offended her.

  “Alright,” Derek scoffed.

  “You know.” She smirked and leaned in to the table. “Once you partner him, I’m getting half of what’s yours.”

  “I’d never let a woman have even a third of what was mine.”

  “No woman wants a third of what’s yours,” Justin spoke up; Ian chuckled.

  “Barry, please respect my wife.”

  Caroline’s thumb rubbed soothingly over Derek’s thigh.

  “She knows it’s all in good fun.” Barry smiled at her.

  “Yeah, dear, not many women are willing to interact with Barry, I don’t mind.”

  Lilith chuckled and Barry leaned forward to look around Justin and glower at her.

  “I don’t know what you’re laughing at—”

  “I will knock you out,” Ian warned before he finished his sentence. Barry sat back in his chair.

  “Good boy, Barry,” Caroline taunted him.

  “Control your wife, Derek. . . . Oh wait.” He smirked at him, then made a whip cracking noise.

  Derek opened his mouth, but again, Caroline stopped him by grabbing his arm.

  “You need a leash, Barry.” Caroline evilly glared at him, always loving their ridiculous repartee.

  “Derek, can I borrow one of yours?” Barry looked to Derek who just sighed and looked at his wife with pleading eyes, hating their puerile banter.

  “Autoerotic asphyxiation?” Justin quirked his eyebrow and looked at his brother.

  Ian and Lilith chuckled, while Caroline smirked and Derek just sighed again, but kept his mouth shut.

  Caroline and Barry ragged on each other, back and forth, throughout their dinner. Keeping a firm hand on her knee, Derek expressed his discontent, but it didn’t stop her from belittling Barry in playful fun.

  “I’m ready when you are,” Derek told her after their two hour dinner and he finished his glass of wine.

  “I think I’ve put up with my fair share of Barry for the night.” She coldly smirked at him across the table.

  “And I think Derek handled it all well. If you find it in your tiny heart, maybe you could let him clear the cobwebs out tonight.” He winked at her.

  “That’s enough,” Derek snapped while Caroline chuckled.

  “You’re going to take that from him?” Justin spoke up as Caroline gave him a quick hug.

  “Barry doesn’t bother me,” she lightheartedly said and moved to hug Ian. “He’s just a little boy trapped in a sixty year old man’s body.”

  “I’m forty-five!” Barry barked with offense, making Caroline laugh harder.

  “Forty-five years and you’ve never seen a pussy.” She frowned. “That’s sad.”

  Lilith’s laughter rang out next to them.

  “Caroline, please,” Derek said softly and dropped his head.

  “Honestly, Caroline,” Justin said, shaking Derek’s hand. “Barry’s had a Fleshlight since he was seventeen. I remember when my mom found it. It looked like the real deal.”

  “I didn’t think about that. I should have said real and clarified experienced.” Her grip tightened on Derek’s arm while she silently laughed.

  “As always, it was nice to see you, Lily.” Derek quickly hugged her, wanting to separate his wife from his future business partner.

  “I’ll call you this weekend,” Caroline said, hugging Lilith.

  Caroline took Derek’s arm and he led her off the yacht.

  “I hate when you two banter,” he mumbled.

  “I know you do.” She smirked and slid into the Bentley.

  ***

  Having noticed Caroline seeming smug about pissing Derek off all night, when the driver opened the car door letting them out at their front porch, he subdued
his amused smirk.

  She headed up the stairs, while Derek went to the kitchen. Walking into the bedroom, she stepped out of her heels and placed them in the closet.

  She heard the bedroom door close and she quickly slipped out of her dress, rushing to kneel on the ground at the foot of the bed.

  “Why weren’t you waiting?” his voice snapped in the air.

  “I didn’t expect you to be so quick,” she spoke and glanced over her shoulder before bringing her gaze to the carpet in front of her.

  His long fingers delved into the back of her hair and yanked her head back so she was looking up at him.

  “What’d you forget?” He growled down at her.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t expect you to be so quick, Master,” she swiftly corrected herself.

  “Better.”

  His mouth slammed down on hers, making sure to smear the red across her face. He pulled back slightly so he could suck her bottom lip into his mouth. Clamping his teeth around her plump lip, he bit as he pulled away.

  “You aggravated the shit out of me tonight,” he growled at her, loosening his tie.

  “It was intentional, Master.”

  “You know how to drive me absolutely insane.” Removing his tie, he then yanked her arms behind her back and slipped it around her wrists, securing it. He studied her fisted hands, restrained by the gold satin, as they sat on the curve of her full ass.

  “I love driving you to the point of anger, Master.” She bowed her head so he didn’t see her smirk.

  “I know you do.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. “And that mouth, you just wouldn’t stop. And then you said pussy.” The words seethed from his lips. “I didn’t know if I was going to be able to wait until I got you home.”

  “I was hoping you wouldn’t, Master.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He circled to stand in front of her. “You’d like me to fuck your pretty mouth on a yacht full of people.”

  “Yes,” she said in a breathy whisper.

  Putting two fingers under her chin, he pushed her head to tilt up. “Yes what, Caroline?” He glowered down at her.

  “Master,” she moaned and her eyes floated closed briefly.

  “You’ve always been the prettiest whore.” He slid his thumb over her bottom lip, making sure to drag red lipstick with it. “Haven’t you?” He dropped to his knees and gripped a handful of her hair, jerking her head to the side.

  “Yes, Master, your pretty whore.”

  “I’m going to fuck you like a whore tonight.”

  In a moan she said, “Yes, please.”

  “I’m not sure I’ll let you cum tonight.” His hand slid between her legs, testing if she was ready for him. His two fingers slipped between her folds and he smirked at just how wet she was, but he quickly wiped the smirk away. “How long have you been ready for me, Caroline?” He spoke close to her lips, in a menacing tone.

  “Since I said pussy and felt how tense you got, then saw how hard you got, Master.”

  “You love making me hard at the worst times.” His fingers stopped exploring her slick folds and he stood, making her whimper for his touch again.

  “It makes you punish me so much harder, Master.”

  “I’m going to punish fuck you so hard tonight you’re going to have to claim it’s another pulled muscle.”

  She smirked at the memory of walking around sore for a day, after one of his punish fucks. Giddiness filled her stomach and she did the one thing that she knew would only irritate him more. She let her eyes travel up his body as he stood before her, distended in his suit pants, his white shirt unbuttoned but still on. Her eyes lingered on the veins bulging on his lower stomach, then they traveled over his chiseled hipbones and up the bumps of his toned abs, to the cut lines of his chest. It was such a perfect body to always hide under a suit, but it elated her knowing she was the only woman that knew what was underneath those clothes and she’d be the only woman that would ever know.

  “As beautiful as your pretty eyes are, Caroline, put them on the floor, until I tell you you can look at me.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said shakily and watched his crisp, white shirt pool around his bare feet she wanted to kiss.

  “Caroline.”

  “Master?” When she didn’t look up, he slid his fingers into her bangs and lifted her head.

  “Suck me nice and slow, baby,” he said, unzipping his pants.

  Elevating to her knees from sitting on her calves, her eyes met his thick cock that still bobbed in her face from being sprung free.

  “I want to see your lipstick on my shaft,” he told her, guiding her mouth to his cock.

  “Yes, Master,” she breathed over him before opening her mouth and slowly taking him to her throat.

  The grip in her hair tightened as he groaned, closing his eyes. Her mouth slid from him with a pop and she flashed her eyes up to his face. When he opened his eyes, he gathered her hair to pull it from hiding her as she swallowed him down again. He let her gag on him once on her own, then began rocking his hips, pushing deeper, then even deeper, watching her face go red. When he pulled back, she gasped in a breath of air.

  “Again, Master,” she begged, panting for air.

  He didn’t deny her, but could only take it a few more times before he wanted to release while at the back of her throat. Quickly pulling out of her mouth, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Hooking his fingers in her armpits, he pulled her up to stand, yanking the tie from her wrists.

  “On the bed,” he demanded her and watched her crawl to the center of the bed and assume the position she was so familiar with: face down and ass up.

  Admiring the beautiful form on his wife a moment, he stroked himself, eager to lose himself inside her. Opening the top drawer of their dresser, he pulled out a wooden paddle.

  “How many times did I ask you to stop tonight, Caroline?”

  “Six,” she threw a number out that she knew was nowhere near the truth; he’d only asked her twice.

  “Six it is.” He softly stroked her ass cheeks, anticipating seeing them turn red. “One,” he announced, just before the paddle connected with her flesh, snapping in the air.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Two,” he rushed, not pausing to caress the burn; he was too hurried to bury himself inside her.

  “Harder, Master,” she called out.

  He caressed the pink swiftly.

  “Three.” The paddle cracked harder, the force making her body nudge forward.

  “Thank you,” she moaned.

  “Four!” He slapped the wood over her ass with enough force she cried out. “Enough?”

  “No! No, Master!”

  “Five!” The pink had turned to red and it was all he could take. Tossing the paddle from the bed, his face delved between her legs from behind.

  “Derek!” she cried when his tongue plunged inside her.

  Immediately halting, he flipped her to her back and forced her thighs wide.

  “What’d you call me?”

  “I’m sorry, Master.” She panted, excited for the punishment.

  “Do I have to fuck my name out of your memory?”

  “Yes, God. Please, yes!” she begged and when he didn’t deliver, she knew what he wanted. “Master, please fuck me until I scream. Fuck me until I’m in tears. Fuck me and show me who’s in charge.”

  That was his favorite, her admitting to knowing he was in charge, even though he let her lead outside of the bedroom. His hands grabbed the back of her thighs while he spread her wider, thrusting inside her at the same time.

  “Yes!”

  “Fuck!” he grunted, slamming into her again while building up a fast, hard rhythm.

  Their flesh slapping off each other echoed around the room and her pleading cries for more filled the house.

  “Do you want to cum?” he asked, fighting back his own orgasm.

  “Yes, please, Master,” she whimpered, almost losing the control she co
uld usually hold so well.

  “Now, Caroline, now,” he told her, pushing deeper.

  “Oh god! Thank you, Master!”

  As she began to tense around him, he fought his own release. Though he told her he wouldn’t let her cum, he needed the satisfaction her orgasm always brought him.

  “I will worship you until the day I die, Derek,” she promised as her orgasm built before releasing her body in a trembling burst.

  “Caroline,” he groaned through his own release, filling her body as she panted under him.

  He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting the feel of his weight and hot flesh pressed to hers.

  “I love you, beautiful,” he breathed and closed his eyes, listening to and feeling the pounding of her heart.

  “I love you, Master.” She kissed his damp forehead. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

  “Best twenty years of my life, Caroline,” he softly promised, sedated by the only woman he’d ever experienced and the only woman he wanted to.

  He’d been the only man to ever have her and dominate her to bliss, and none others would get a chance to try. Her high school sweetheart made their twenty years together everything she ever needed and Derek, her Master, would be the only man she’d ever submit to.

  The End

  ABOUT HQ FROST

  H.Q. Frost is a fiction dictator that has written for 19 years, only to release her first book in 2014. Getting out the stories battling in her head has always been a passion, but she never thought she’d share them with the world. “It’s fiction, the improbable is very probable in my worlds”- H.Q. Frost

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