The Reluctant Dom (19 page)

Denise glared at him and pushed her way inside. “Where is she? I want to talk to her.”

Leah sat up. “Denise?”

“Oh, you poor thing! What happened to you?” The fake syrupy concern dripping from Denise's voice could have put an elephant into a sugar coma.

Leah nervously glanced at Seth. “It's nothing. What are you doing here?”

Denise glared at Seth. “Well, this so-called friend of yours tried to keep me away, he was very rude. I told him I'd come over to take care of you until Kaden comes home.”

Seth walked to the back of the couch and stood behind Leah. “I told you, Denise, no. Your presence isn't required or desired.”

“How
dare
you!” Denise looked at Leah and grabbed her right hand. “Listen, my friend, Brianna, she overheard Kaden and Ed talking the other day at a Rotary meeting. What's going on? Why haven't you two told us he's sick?”

Aw, fuck.
“Okay, Denise, that's enough.” Seth walked around the couch. “Out you go.”

“You have no right to run me out of here!”

“Yes, I do, because it's my house. I live here now.”

He could have dropped his pants and taken a shit on the coffee table and it wouldn't have shocked her as much as that revelation. “What?”

“He doesn't want anyone to know about his personal life, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” Now it made sense. The greedy bitch wanted to worm her way into Kaden's good graces and hopefully get her hands on some of his money. She was always in debt and her lazy-assed husband spent more time getting fired than he did working.

Denise looked at Leah. “Tell him he can't order me out. I'm your sister-in-law.”

Leah's blank stare scared the crap out of Seth. “He told you to get out. I'm telling you to get out. I'm also telling you to keep your fucking mouth shut. Kaden doesn't want anyone to know his private business. If he wants you to know what goes on in our lives, he'll tell you.”

Had she yelled it, it would have relieved Seth. But Leah's soft, nearly passive whisper made his balls draw up tight against his belly in fear.

Fuck.

Denise sat back, briefly stunned into momentary silence. “You don't mean that.”

“She meant it. Now do you leave, or do I call the cops and have your ass hauled out of here in handcuffs?”

Denise glared at them both before finally storming out of the house. She made sure to slam the door behind her. He'd have to see about getting their front gate code changed, he'd forgotten she knew it.

Whew. Now for Leah.
He turned and dropped to his knees in front of her, grabbed her hands. “Babe, talk to me.”

She closed her eyes and cried. It started quietly, building into anguished screams similar to what happened after a particularly intense session.

He sat next to Leah on the couch and carefully folded her into his arms as she sobbed herself to sleep. She was still asleep when Kaden rushed in a little after four. “Is she okay?”

Seth carefully extricated himself from Leah, grabbed Kaden's arm and dragged him back to the playroom, shutting the door behind them.

“Call your fucking sister right now and ban her from the goddamned house.”

“What?”

Seth related the events. Kaden looked like he would explode. “Okay. I wondered why she was calling me all of a sudden.” He pulled out his cell phone and Seth returned to the living room after closing the playroom door behind him. A few times he thought he heard Kaden's enraged voice screaming from the back of the house. Fifteen minutes later, his face red, Kaden made a beeline through the living room and straight to the kitchen.

Seth followed him and found Kaden pouring himself a drink. “Want one?” Kaden asked.

Seth shook his head. He was trying not to drink. He was never an alcoholic but he certainly didn't need to be over-imbibing at a time like this. He'd been limiting himself to just a few beers or glasses of wine a week, usually one after dinner, if even that.

“Well?”

Kaden took a drink. “God only knows how many people the bitch has told by now, even though she doesn't know anything. Looking for sympathy. Fuck.” He set his jaw. “This is what I did
not
want to happen. I had no idea anyone could hear us talking. Fucking nosy eavesdropping bitch.” He took another drink.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her our personal life was none of her fucking business, and if I caught wind of her spreading stories about me, that I would tell everyone how I had to bail her husband out of jail on solicitation charges a couple of years ago.”

Seth froze, then laughed. “You never told me that! Fuck.”

“If you were married to Denise, wouldn't you want to see a hooker?”

Seth laughed, long and hard, enjoying the slight smile that finally crept across Kaden's face. “Well, I guess you're right there.” Seth rubbed his face. “Go sit with her, she'll be happy you're home when she wakes up. I'll fix dinner.”

Kaden drained his drink and turned to Seth. When he finally spoke his voice sounded thick with emotion. “Thank you. I mean it. For everything. Especially for taking care of Leah. I meant it when I said I love you.”

“Yeah, well, I love you too, dude. But like I said—”

“I'm still not doing you,” Kaden finished.

They grinned and laughed. This time Kaden's broad smile made him look a couple of years younger.

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Chapter 10

Leah's arm healed nicely and probably wouldn't leave too much of a scar. Three weeks after the incident, life settled back into normalcy.

Normal for them, anyways.

Kaden was having a blast with his plans for the light display. Seth even had to admit he was getting into the holiday spirit. Leah split her time between preparing for the huge charity Christmas banquet and helping plan the dinners and parties they'd hold at the house throughout the season.

Seth had worked up to nearly an hour at a time with the singletail. His aim was slowly improving but he had a ways to go. An hour working with the whip left him ... well, whipped. Between his nearly-numb arm and blistered palm, even when using gloves, he was beat. He changed into his swim suit and climbed into the hot tub. He was too fucking tired to go for a swim.

He didn't know how long he laid there when Leah's voice startled him. “Want me to rub your arm?”

He nodded. He wasn't going to fight her anymore on this. She wanted to do it, it felt good when she did it, Kaden wanted her to do it, so why the fuck not? “Please.”

“You know,” she said, her voice soft, “it'd be easier if you'd let me get in the hot tub with you.”

He didn't open his eyes, too tired to argue. “Okay.”

The soft
whisp
of fabric against flesh, then he felt her sit next to him in the water. Her hands felt good, he wouldn't deny it. One day...

Hopefully far in the future. He still prayed for a miracle and knew part of his reluctance stemmed from that. If he held off, didn't push forward as hard as Kaden wanted him to, maybe there wouldn't be an after to mourn through. Maybe he could stave off the inevitable.

Then he wouldn't feel guilty about sleeping with his best friend's wife when it wasn't necessary after all. Kaden still looked good, didn't look sick.

Maybe it wouldn't happen.

Seth didn't mind taking a dip in the River Denial.

His body succumbed to her touch, relaxing as she slowly worked his muscles. It felt better than good, who the fuck was he kidding? It felt great.

He'd nearly gone to sleep when he was aware of her changing position, straddling his legs, her hands going to his—

Seth's eyes popped open and he grabbed her hands as they tried to tug at his waistband. Leah had sunk into the water, visible only from the shoulders up.

“What are you doing?” he hoarsely asked. “That's not what's sore.”

She smiled. “I bet it's stiff.”

Yeah, she wasn't kidding there. Despite his shock, he was stiff, all right. Like fucking concrete. Just as Kade said.

Stalemate. She didn't try to pull away, simply let him hold her there.

“Babe, I'm not ready to make love to yet. It's not that I don't want to. It's just too soon for me.”

“You don't have to do anything but lay back and enjoy it.”

What the fuck!

“What?”

“Just enjoy it. Let me take care of you. Please?”

“What about Kaden?” he hoarsely whispered.

“He's okay with this, you know that. He's okay with whatever you want to do with me.”

Fuck, he knew that, he was stalling for time and running out of excuses.

“I don't have any protection.” Even he thought that sounded lame.

“The doctor said you don't have cooties. It's not an issue for me anyway. Even if it was, I don't think any woman has ever gotten pregnant giving a hand job.”

Stalemate. Again.

Her eyes focused on his, steady, calm. He wouldn't deny he wanted it. The proof was standing straight up in his swim suit, screaming at him that he was a stupid motherfucker for refusing in the first place.

She pulled out the secret weapon. Her eyes brimmed with uncried tears, melting his heart. “Please, Seth? Let me do this for you. I want to. You're not forcing me. I know Kaden told you about me. This isn't the same.”

“I feel like it is.”

“He asked me when he told me about ... He asked me that night he first talked to you. He did ask me if I wanted him to go through with it, or if I wanted him to find someone else.” Her voice choked, breaking his heart. “You were the first one I thought of, Seth. If he's not here, I can't imagine being with anyone but you. Not just to be my master. I don't
want
to be with anyone but you. Please?”

Seth pulled her into his arms, holding her for a long moment. His desire to adhere to Kaden's wishes and to keep Leah safe and sane battled with his heart and body and conscience.

It would have to happen sometime.

“I'm not ready to ... I'm not ready to take that next step yet. And it doesn't seem fair to you to be one-sided about this. I mean, this isn't the same as doing something to you during a session.”

She turned in his lap so she could face him. Whether it was intentional or not, she ground against his stiff cock. “This isn't one sided. You're doing something for me that no one else can do. I understand if you need more time for some things. Let me at least take care of you. Please?”

“I could play the Dom card and order you back to your bedroom right now.”

She nodded. “And I would go.”

“You wouldn't be happy if I did that.”

She shook her head.

He took a deep breath. “We're not, like, going to be talking about this at breakfast tomorrow or anything, are we?”

She finally smiled. “No.”

“Because that would push me over the fucking edge, man.”

Leah caressed his cheek. “No. We don't have to talk about things.”

“It's bad enough ... I feel bad enough as it is. My weird-o-meter would shoot off the scale if I had to talk to Kaden about this kind of stuff.”

She nodded. “I'll tell him that. But it'll make him happy that you're finally letting me take care of you like this.”

“I
so
cannot get my head around that.”

“That's okay. He understands.”

After another long moment, he brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them. “All right. I'm not comfortable with ... let's take this one step at a time. Okay? If I let you...” He silently swore. “Just hand jobs. For now. Okay? Don't try to push me to take the next step yet. I mean hey, you got to sleep in bed with me, right? I'll get there but I need time to get used to this and try to get over feeling fucking guilty about it. Promise?”

She nodded.

He released her hands after a final, gentle squeeze. “Magic fingers, do your stuff.”

He'd kill for the bright smile she gave him. His heart melted. This was so fucked up on so many levels but it was worth it to see her smile.

Seth recalled he was approximately the same size as Kade. So unless his friend had suddenly mutated, that was, at least, one less metaphorical shoe for him to fill. He didn't want to disappoint Leah.

She turned, straddling his legs again. He lifted his hips so she could pull his trunks down and off him. He closed his eyes and heard the wet
splat
as she dropped his trunks out of the hot tub and onto the lanai. He laid his head back against the edge of the hot tub and tried not to moan too loudly as her fingers gently wrapped around his shaft.

It was amazing. With one hand cupping and milking his sac, her other slowly massaging his cock, he knew it wouldn't take her long to get him off.

Hell, her hand job was better than any fucking blow job he'd ever gotten in his life! She took her time, drawing it out, caressing him in a way...

In a way no one had ever touched him before.

The right fucking woman. How had he never had the right woman before?

Before Leah.

It built deep in his balls. When he tensed, Leah seemed to anticipate his release. She tightened her grip and squeezed what felt like every last drop out of him, leaving him spent and trembling in the water.

Damn.

It never felt that good when he did it himself.

Reading his body, Leah stilled her hands without releasing him. He eventually opened his eyes.

Her smile lit every inch of her face, for once erasing a few of the grief lines slowly attempting to take over. “Thank you,” she said.

He laughed. “No, thank you.”

She leaned forward. He thought she might kiss him but she simply touched her forehead to his. “You have a very nice cock, Sir.”

“Don't harsh the mellow, girl.”

She giggled and gently squeezed him. He didn't think he'd be up for more and was extremely surprised to feel himself stiffen in her hands.

“Ooh!” she cooed. “Seconds.”

He laughed and closed his eyes again. He lasted longer this time, due in no small part to her talented skills in bringing him close and letting him cool off. When he exploded the second time he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap, holding her tightly, his face buried in her hair.