Her Canadian Dream [Her Canadian Dream] (Siren Publishing Classic) (2 page)

Jan was engaged to Brett Linden, a large, good-looking man whom Aly had met several times when he had returned home from work to the apartment above the store. He was tall, blond, well over six feet with the body of an athlete, and Aly had to admit he intimidated her a little. There was an aura about him that she couldn’t quite place. He was always very polite to her but there was a look in his eye that made her insides quiver. His voice was deep and authoritative as he spoke to her and she often found herself wondering what it would be like to have a gorgeous man like this to look after her, in a way that Sean never did. Brett was a well-built man and he could well feature in any one of the many erotic novels that kept her company on the long evenings she spent alone.

On those lonely nights, she would usually have a long bath in her favourite scented oil, then settle into bed with the latest book on her e-reader. The highly erotic stories that she read, most with a BDSM theme, would soon get her hot and her hand would slide down between her legs and start to circle her tingling clit. Her nipples would harden and her breath would start to quicken as her arousal rose. She would then slip a finger into her hot pussy, and as she finger fucked herself, the heel of her hand rubbed against her clit until she shuddered and came, her pussy gripping her fingers rhythmically as she slowly came back to earth, panting and breathless.

Doing this always made her feel a little ashamed, as if she was being unfaithful. This, despite the fact that the past three times she and Sean had made love, he didn’t even bother to satisfy her, just grunted his completion as he pumped into her and then rolled over and started to snore.

Now she knew why he wasn’t interested in having sex with her. His needs were being met elsewhere.

Jumbled thoughts raced around in Aly’s head as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Should she confront him? Leave him? Go out and find him and confront both of them? She had never had to deal with anything like this before and she was scared out of her wits as to what the future might now hold for her.

She knew that there was no way she could stay with someone who was unfaithful. She deplored lies in any shape or form and she just couldn’t forgive someone lying to her on this scale.

What was she going to do?

She paced up and down the room, thoughts flying, and then suddenly stopped.

She needed advice and the only person she knew who could help her was Jan. It was a Thursday evening so she knew Jan would be in. She and Brett rarely went out on a weeknight, saving their evenings out for the weekends. It was then that they frequented a club, down near Gravenhurst, where they were members.

She picked up her phone and quickly dialled.

Jan answered on the second ring.

“Alyssa? Hi, hun, what’s up?”

“Jan. I need…” She stopped on a sob as she struggled to get the words out. “I need some advice…can I come over?”

Jan’s reply was swift.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Are you OK? You sound upset.”

Aly swallowed hard.

“I just need some advice. I think Sean’s been having an affair.”

“Oh, hun. Of course you can come over. I’ll be here. Brett’s going out so we can talk in peace.”

Aly thanked her and rang off, tossing her phone into her bag as she slipped her shoes back on and grabbed her coat.

Pulling the door behind her she left the apartment building and headed for her small car in the parking space nearby. Sliding behind the wheel she took a big breath and set off for Jan’s place above the shop, just off the main street in town.

* * * *

Jan hung up the call with a shake of her head. Her suspicions about Sean seemed to be right. Every time Aly talked about him “working late” she had been tempted to say something but her natural common sense told her that she wouldn’t be believed and that would only cause bad blood between them.

Now it looked as though she might have discovered the truth. Being right in town and knowing most of the local business people, Jan had heard rumours about the “new English guy” and his dalliances. He wasn’t much liked in the town bars as he was brash and mouthy, rubbing locals up the wrong way with his bragging. He liked to tell one and all about his conquests, single or married, and people were starting to talk. Now the talk was centred on his dalliance with the daughter of his boss, who was a work colleague. Lindsay Temple was well known in Huntsville as a bit of a “femme fatale” and if she had decided that she liked Sean, there would be no stopping her.

Just then, Brett walked in, having just showered and changed after work. As always, Jan’s mouth went dry at the sight of him clad in skin-tight jeans and black T-shirt, her panties moistening as always at the barely concealed lust in his eyes.

“Down, boy!”

She pushed him away as he bent to nuzzle her neck. Reluctantly pulling away she went on, “Aly has a problem.” Quickly she outlined what she had been told. She gave him a quick kiss and pleaded, “Any chance you could go for a drink with Aiden? Aly’s on her way over, and she’s going to need some space. You know you intimidate her, you big bad Dom!”

He grinned as he recalled the way Aly always backed away from him whenever he got near her. Her nervousness always made him smile but now he realised that she was likely to go into a blue funk if he was here when she arrived.

He smiled but ground out, “I knew I should have slugged that asshole last week when I saw him with that slut from Marketing Magic. I didn’t realise she had her claws into him that hard. Aly sure wouldn’t be up to competing with her. She’s way too innocent!”

Jan hugged him, relieved that he hadn’t taken it upon himself to interfere, saying, “Well, I’m glad you didn’t, because she had to find this out for herself. I know what you think about her but she’s never actually admitted to being submissive and we can’t know for sure.”

He grinned.

“Whatever you say, sweetness. But you and I both know that she is…but just doesn’t know it yet. I could stay and prove it to you but I’ll go visit with Aiden for a while and leave you girls to it.”

He grabbed his keys and leather jacket from the stand in the hall and she blew him a kiss of thanks.

His return grin made her shiver in anticipation as she knew she would be paying him back later, or at least she hoped she would be.

Brett and Jan had been together for six years. It was Brett who had first taken her to the kink club just outside Gravenhurst, introducing her to the delights of BDSM. She had been surprised to find herself to be naturally submissive. In business and in life in general she was a strong, wilful woman, but when it came to sex she had been more than happy to give up control to Brett. It gave her a freedom she couldn’t quite understand, but knew it was something she needed as much as the very air she breathed. As their relationship had progressed, she had bloomed and Jan thanked the gods every day for bringing him into her life. It was because of her own experience that she was always keen to help others who might want to tread the same path. Never in a million years had she thought she might be submissive to any man. Brett had shown her differently, and she found that, in the bedroom at least, it was always the sub who held the power.

But with a shake of her head, she pushed her own relationship aside as she contemplated how she could help Aly. Switching on the kettle, she got out the makings to brew a pot of tea, knowing it was going to be much needed.

Aly arrived looking pale and wan. Her eyes were red and she had obviously been crying on her drive over. Jan took her coat and gave her a hug, then dragged her into the lounge and settled her on the overstuffed sofa.

“Right. Tell me what’s happened.”

Over a cup of tea and with a few tears, Aly told Jan about the text and her suspicions. She admitted that she had probably been naïve in believing Sean in everything he told her. She even admitted to Jan about their dwindling sex life and with a blush, told Jan that Sean rarely satisfied her anymore.

Jan handed Aly tissues as she cried out her disappointment with Sean, her present life, and her future. She dished out tea until the pot was empty and then tried to gently give her some advice, along with a few facts about the man she’d given everything up for.

As Aly listened to the things that Jan and others had heard around town, she felt humiliated and used. Then anger kicked in and she started to rant and rave about Sean, pacing up and down Jan’s lounge as she cried out her frustration.

“How could he do this to me? I suppose everyone in town thinks I’m stupid? What a shit he is. How many sluts has he slept with at the same time as sleeping with me?”

Jan grimaced.

“Nobody thinks you’re stupid, hun. Most people just care that he might have hurt you. I was tempted to tell you several times but I don’t think you would have believed me and I didn’t want it to ruin our friendship.”

Aly sat, stunned, as she processed all that Jan was telling her. It was the old adage of the one closest being the last to know.

Finally, she could hold her hurt in no longer and she collapsed onto the sofa and sobbed her heart out. She cried until she was exhausted, Jan holding her hand and encouraging her to let it all out.

Jan fumed.

If I could just get hold of that prick for one minute.

She held her until her tears stopped and her eyes drooped and she fell asleep. Even in sleep she looked troubled and Jan was so angry with Sean that, if he had walked in at that moment, she would have cut his balls off with a blunt knife!

As it was, at that moment, she heard the key in the lock and Brett walked in, his face slightly reddened by the brisk wind now blowing outside.

He quirked an eyebrow at the sight of Aly, who Jan had covered with a soft blanket, as Jan dragged him into the kitchen and pulled the door closed behind them.

“He really did a number on her! The bastard’s been stringing her along with a bundle of lies and promises, all the while he’s been fucking anything in a skirt that looks his way.”

Jan was livid and Brett smiled at her fierce loyalty to her friend.

“Hey, tiger, calm down. This might be just what was needed. You know from talking to her that she wasn’t happy with him. She needs someone better than him, someone to take her under his wing and look after her. I’m pretty darn sure that that girl is submissive, even if she doesn’t know it yet!” He grinned. “Haven’t you seen the way she acts around me…or her reaction to Aiden when he came in?”

Jan nodded. Conversations at quiet times in the store had the women talking about the books they read and movies they watched. Jan had smiled knowingly when Aly had admitted to reading erotic romances and found it quite endearing when she blushed as she told Jan that she fantasised about the men in the books.

It seemed that Aly had tried a couple of times to persuade Sean to take charge in the bedroom. Whenever she suggested something that she had read about, such as restraining her, maybe with some scarves, he had scowled at her as if she were mad and usually turned over in bed saying that she had put him off making love, and within minutes he would be snoring. She was left feeling humiliated and embarrassed and would always apologise to him the following morning. There was no denying that the BDSM scene interested her, though, and she never gave up hope that one day Sean might change his mind.

Brett tugged Jan toward him. “And now, my little tigress, I think your Dom would like some recompense for a wasted evening.”

Jan reddened. “Sir?”

“Well…I was planning a nice quiet evening in, but instead I had to go out in that cold wind and spend an evening in a bar drinking beer with my best friend. I think the beer might have given my hand a twitch that needs to be soothed, maybe by making my sub’s cute little ass slightly red?”

Jan giggled.

“Oh, Sir, that was such a hardship, wasn’t it? A few beers with your best friend. I just bet that a certain young lady currently asleep on our sofa was part of this evening’s conversation as well? I know Aiden is interested in her. It was written all over his face when he met her the other day. And I don’t think she was averse to him either, judging by the way she ran into the back as soon as they shook hands.”

He grabbed her hand and started toward the bedroom, intent on payback for a wasted evening and her blatant sassiness toward him. He knew that she was aware of the price of brattiness. He also knew that, despite her trepidation, by the time they were in the bedroom, her panties would be wet in anticipation of what was ahead.

Brett inwardly grinned.

I think maybe a touch of orgasm deprivation is in order tonight, too. And maybe a gag…After all we don’t want our guest to hear what we’re doing, do we?

His smile as he pulled her through to the bedroom was feral with lust but as they passed through the lounge, they both looked down on the sleeping girl with concern. A slight frown marred her pretty features and Jan sighed.

“What is the matter with that dickhead? Aly’s a lovely girl, even if she has no self-confidence.”

They added another blanket to the one covering her, switched off the lamp, and went across the hallway to the bedroom.

Brett soothed Jan as he tugged her along.