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Hurting Michelle would kill him as surely as a bullet to the head, so he needed to remain calm and not fight the small shit.

She took a good, long look at him, her gaze traveling over his face then down his body and nodded. “Okay. But I will ask again, Wyatt, and I will expect an answer. Just not today.”

His relief made his knees weak as she dunked her head beneath the water, rinsing her hair out without giving him more than a glimpse of the side of her perfect breast. When she surfaced she slicked her hair back and stood up, rendering him speechless.

She had the legs of a pinup girl, long and shapely, topped off with an ass that he wanted to sink his teeth into. Before he could move, she’d stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, seemingly unconcerned about her nudity. After wrapping it around her body, she grabbed another one and wrapped it around her head.

“I’m going to get dressed. Feel free to wash up. And that is not a suggestion, that is a command. When you’re done, meet me downstairs in the kitchen. You’ll be able to follow your nose.” She used the edge of the towel to wipe her neck. “Yuki makes breakfast for me. It usually includes some type of bacon because her husband is a bacon fiend.”

He sat up on his knees in the water, the warmth a disconcerting sensation against his hard-enough-to-pound-nails cock. “Is she your housekeeper?”

Michelle laughed and wrapped the towel more securely, much to his dismay. “Yuki is many things, my housekeeper is not one of them. She only cooks for me because she loves to do it and I can’t make anything more advanced than mac'n cheese. I have a woman who comes in twice a week to tidy up. I like my privacy too much to have someone in the house with me 24/7.”

“But Yuki lives here with her husband? I’m guessing he’s the handyman?”

“Yes, his name is James and I’ve been friends with them for years. They’ve made the old ranch hands' cabin into a more traditional home. James did most of the work.”

“Huh.” He noticed that her eyes kept flitting down to his cock, pressed against the denim of his jeans. “Do you think you could find another pair of pants for me somewhere?”

He played with the fly of his jeans, lust surging through him as her eyes darkened and her lips went soft. It seemed like the only time she truly relaxed was when she was aroused. Her whole posture changed, a slight shift of the hip making her stand a bit taller, thrusting her breasts out and drawing attention to the lean line of her calf.

“I believe James might be about your size.” The pink tip of her tongue swept her lower lip as he adjusted his dick, giving it an extra squeeze to show her what could be hers if she just asked for it. Hell, as turned on as he was right now he’d be jerking off before the door finished closing behind her.

Fuck, why wait.

He moved his hand over his cock, squeezing at the base and slowly dragging his fist up. She watched him, as still and poised as a lioness contemplating her prey. With his other hand he flicked open the top button of his jeans and she took in a sharp breath. When her gaze met his the intensity of her desire made his balls draw up tight and drew a groan from the pit of his stomach.

“Wyatt, if you can keep from jerking off I will reward you for being a good boy later today.”

He ran the tip of his thumb over his still covered erection. “Why wait? Come on, Mich-uh-Domina, I know you want me and I want you. Fuck, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.”

Her lips curved into an almost feline smile and a bolt of apprehension went through him. He knew that smile. It was the same one she used to give him back in Afghanistan when he’d pushed her too far. But he didn’t think she’d have him doing 100 mountain climbers as punishment this time.

Her voice changed, becoming a seductive whisper that drove him crazy. “Because I want to know that you’re as needy as I am. Because I do want you, Wyatt, but I will have you on my terms. I like the long, slow tease. I love making you so fucking hard I could make you come just by gripping you in my fist. But I won’t rush things, not with you. We both deserve better and like I said earlier, your orgasms, your pleasure, all of it belongs to me now.”

With that she turned on her heel, leaving him with a handful of aching prick and no intention of doing anything to relieve his discomfort.

Chapter 5

Michelle gratefully took a steaming mug of coffee from her best friend, Yuki. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

Laughing softly, Yuki turned back to whipping up another omelet. Today she wore an almost sheer peach and gold silk sundress that flattered her lean frame, and her long black hair was tied back in an intricate braid Michelle knew Yuki had made her husband do. She added some chopped onions and ham to the bowl. “Rough night?”

“You could say that.”

Yuki turned and raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, a skill Michelle wished she had. “James said you pulled in late last night…what’s going on? Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing.” She took another long drink and moved her stool away a bit from the breakfast counter so she could keep an eye on the stairs. “I...well...we have a houseguest.”

Abandoning the egg mixture Yuki slunk across the kitchen and asked in a purring voice, “Really? Immaculate Sister Michelle has decided to break her celibacy streak?”

“It’s not what you think.” Yuki did that eyebrow thing again and Michelle sighed in defeat. Lying to her best friend of fifteen years wasn’t going to happen. “Well, it is what you think, but not like before. I’ve asked him to stay for me with a month. Wyatt—”

“Wait...did you say Wyatt?” Yuki leaned on the counter, her excitement visible. “Is this the same Wyatt that you had that major crush on over in Afghanistan? Mr. Sergeant Callahan Hot Pants? The one you talked about in every one of your letters to me?”

“Shhh!” She couldn’t see Wyatt but he should be coming down soon. “Yeah, him. But it’s not like what you’re thinking. He’s in a dark place, Yuki. He needs me.”

“How dark?”

Turning the mug in her hands, she tried to figure out how much to tell Yuki. On one hand, she and her husband had a right to know about a potential danger in their lives, but Michelle didn’t want to betray Wyatt. Then again, if she didn’t prepare her friends and something terrible happened because of a misunderstanding she didn’t think she could live with herself.

“He’s having issues with PTSD…..and drinking more than he should.”

Yuki took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Michelle, you need to be careful.”

“It’s okay. He would never hurt me.”

“Maybe not when he’s himself, but what about when he’s in the middle of an attack or whatever? Do you know what he’s like then? Maybe he won’t even see you when he looks at you. Maybe his mind will tell him you’re the Taliban.”

“No, Wyatt would never hurt me. He’d hurt himself before he ever harmed a female.”

Yuki leaned against the counter and rearranged the green apples in the wooden bowl next to her. She glanced up, her gaze intent despite her relaxed pose, the sharp look of a Mistress concerned about the safety of her submissive, in this case, her husband “Do I need to warn James to walk lightly around him?”

Michelle wanted to say no, but since she didn’t know for sure she nodded. “I don’t think there will be any issues like that, but tell him not to push Wyatt.” She fingered the edge of her low-cut shirt and grinned. “That’s my job.”

Some of the tension left Yuki’s frame and she gave Michelle a grin. “Does he know about your lifestyle?”

“Yeah.” She smirked, then gave Yuki a full out smile. “In fact, right now he is upstairs probably wondering why the fuck I didn’t leave him any new pants to wear.”

“Really?” Yuki laughed. “So can I expect some extra sausage with this morning’s breakfast?”

A man’s deep voice came from the mudroom off the kitchen. “Extra sausage?”

James strolled in wearing nothing but a worn pair of jeans, just how Yuki liked it. To be honest, Michelle didn’t mind it either. James was a good looking man in or out of clothes. He had the lean build of a long distance runner, all sinewy muscles and blond hair. He went to his wife’s side and knelt before her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head against her flat stomach. “Good morning, Mistress.” He nuzzled his nose against her, eliciting a soft laugh. “Did you say you needed extra sausage?”

“Easy there, killer.” Yuki smoothed his hair back with a smile and a pang of yearning went through Michelle at their obvious love for each other. “Michelle brought a man home last night. Not just any man, but the hunky Marine she was all wet for over in Afghanistan.”

“Yuki!” Michelle grabbed an oven mitt off the counter and chucked it at her. “Not so fucking loud!”

James stood to shield his wife, a wide grin splitting his tan face. “Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. You two evil Dommes will have some other poor fool to torment.”

Yuki pinched his butt hard enough to earn a yelp then gently pushed him the direction of the wide oak kitchen table. “I’ll have to try twice as hard to make sure you feel equally tormented.”

James’ smile slipped a fraction. “Whatever your pleasure, Mistress.”

“Damn, Skippy,” Yuki said as she turned back to her work. “Is Wyatt going to be down soon?”

“Maybe. He’ll either come down in his wet jeans or nude. I’m waiting to see which one.”

Wyatt’s voice echoed through the foyer and down the short hallway to the kitchen. “Neither.”

Inwardly cursing she turned to watch Wyatt stride into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water still beaded his shoulders and she watched with great interest as a drop ran down into the soft hair covering his chest. There was just something so insanely masculine about his hard muscles covered by the dusting of hair. And those nipple rings, God she wanted him.

Yuki's eyes went wide and she mouthed a silent ‘Wow’ at her then turned to Wyatt. “Hi, I’m Yuki.”

Wyatt cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Ohhh, listen to that Texas twang.” She grinned and openly inspected him. “That man sitting at the table glowering at me is my husband, James. He’s also my submissive.”

Red streaked across Wyatt’s cheeks and he gave Michelle an unsure look. “Okay.”

James stood up and came over, his hand outstretched. “Feel like you’re in an episode of the Twilight Zone yet?”

Wyatt gripped the other man’s hand and shook it, his relief apparent. “The second I stepped through the front door.”

James clapped him on the shoulder. “If your Mistress doesn’t object, I have some sweats that’ll fit you.”

Michelle nodded. “Go ahead, James.”

He blew a kiss to his wife and went out the backdoor, leaving Wyatt alone with Michelle and Yuki. They both smiled at each other then looked at Wyatt. He almost took a step back, but held his place and firmed his spine. “Any reason you wanted me to come down here in a towel?”

The slight growl in his voice warmed things low in her body. “Yes, because of that little stunt you pulled upstairs.”

He flushed and his gaze darted to Yuki and back to her. “Can we talk about this in private?”

“Wyatt, Yuki is a Mistress. James is her full-time submissive. They’ve been in the lifestyle for over eight years. Trust me when I say you appearing in a towel, or you attempting to seduce me while naked with that big horse cock of yours won’t offend her in the least. In fact, she might end up dragging James over to eat her pussy while they watch us.”

Wyatt made a choking sound and backed up another step, the whites showing all the way around his eyes.

Yuki laughed. “If you’re going to be with us for a bit you might as well get used to it now. James and I live out here with Michelle so that we can indulge in our lifestyle without fear of ridicule or prejudice. In addition to being in a D/s relationship, James and I are also exhibitionists. Public displays of affection are not out of the norm for us. I’m not saying you have to worry about us screwing while you’re trying to eat dinner, but if you stop by the barn or our house unannounced you may get an eyeful, and instead of telling you to leave, we’ll invite you to pull up a chair and watch. Can you deal with that?”

He tightened his hold on the towel encircling his waist and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He looked to Michelle and she caught the hint of desire widening his pupils. “But I don’t want to do anything to piss Doc, I mean my Domina off so I guess you’ll have to ask her before I do stuff like that.”

Pleased, Michelle motioned to him. “Come here.”

He did as she asked, then tried to pull away when she grabbed onto the edge of his towel. She tugged him closer until he stood between the cradle of her thighs. Due to the height of the stool her head reached just below his chin. She looked up and studied his face. In the morning sunlight his various scars stood out slightly paler than his deeply tanned skin. He must have a bit of Spanish in his ancestry because that dark tone didn’t come from British roots. A line of stubble shadowed his jaw, leaving his firm lips looking softer than normal. She reached up and traced those lips, enjoying the slight puff of air over the tip of her finger.

He opened his mouth and the swipe of his tongue caressed her skin. Liquid heat pooled in her abdomen as she remembered all of his bragging about how well he could eat pussy. He’d never said it to her, but trash talking among the Marines was as second nature to them as breathing. She’d played it off like she wasn’t listening, but she’d heard the promise, the certainty, beneath his words. What would it be like to have those rough whiskers between her legs? The thought had her nipples hard enough to cut glass and she had to resist the urge to pull Wyatt’s mouth down to her.

Taking a quick breath to steady herself, she rubbed his hip with her thumb in a gentle caress. “I would like to show you off as well. I love knowing that someone is watching us, appreciating the beauty of your submission, the rugged strength of your body. There is an amazing synergistic energy that can develop between a voyeur and an exhibitionist.” She closed her eyes and pulled his face down to hers, but kept his lips from touching her by the slightest bit. Oh how she wanted to kiss him, but not now. “But you are mine, only mine, Wyatt. I will never let another have the pleasure of your tongue or your cock. Only me.”