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Authors: B.B. Blaque

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“Come on Kitten, come for me, you know how it
satisfies me to watch your pleasure.” It was as clear as if he’d
whispered in her ear! Yes, Master,
oh yes, Markus!

She stabilized her body, to allow him to take
all he wanted. The more she was taken the more powerful it would
be. She didn’t fuck back; she only let him have her. Her juices
soaked his cock as she neared the edge; he continued to fuck her
intentionally, leisurely.
He knew he was teasing the living shit
out of her!

She reached down and wrapped her arms around
the lounger to steady herself. The arch in her back deepened and
allowed more access to her holes. She was open to him completely as
she should be.

Derrick couldn’t resist the invitation before
him. Letting go of her hair he spread her cheeks to see everything
her body wanted to show him. The little pink hole would be his soon
enough, he wanted to let her know.

He inserted one index finger, then the other,
into her tightest hole. She drew in a deep breath as she tried to
accommodate the fullness. She didn’t move away, if anything she was
more firm in her place. He knew she’d be so pleasing on his cock.
He didn’t want to wait but he wanted to watch her face when she
felt him fucking her ass the first time.
The wait would make it
that much sweeter!

He fucked her holes in a continuous rhythm,
he knew she was ready to let go. Picking up pace he took her
harder, remembering what Markus told him.

“Come for me Kitten.” Derrick said. “I’ve
always loved watching your pleasure….Come on my cock. I know you
need it—let go baby.”
Markus’ words echoed on the breeze
.
Derrick pulled out all the stops and fucked her as deep and hard as
he could. With one finger thrust deep in her ass he came down on
top of her and grabbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t move, she
was helpless under him and it thrilled him in a way no submissive
ever had. This creature was different, she was a slave and no holds
barred. He was ready to explode.

“Come for me Kitten…come for your Master.” He
said. She could hear Markus,
feel Markus!
She would please
them with both of her holes.

Derrick,
Markus
, fucked her restrained
body with hard, relentless strokes—as she heard the voice
in her
heart
—she thought over and over again.
“Come for me Kitten,
I know you need it….let go baby”
She tried moving, with him,
coming, with him—but he was in control and she was wonderfully
helpless. All she couldn’t send out turned in and she began jerking
helplessly from the sensual implosion rolling through her body.

The words
in her heart
, in her head,
rang out, in loud whispers around them as she tensed, squeezing his
cock as she came. He couldn’t hold back any longer and erupted,
with pounding deep thrusts, driving himself as deep as he could
into her hot little hole.

~x~X~x~X~x~

The remainder of the afternoon was spent
chatting easily. She was grateful for Derrick and the comfort the
familiarity brought. A stranger would’ve been much more unsettling
at this point. But, with him, she could actually relax. It felt so
peculiar to breathe without the weight on her heart.

“Markus loved you so very much Cali.” He
confided, sipping his cocktail as they sat in the garden near the
gazebo. “You won’t believe what he has in store for you. How much
joy it brought him to plan this…” He paused, catching his breath.
“It’s….beyond words.” He looked toward the billowy white clouds as
they floated across the late afternoon sky, keeping his tears at
bay, pushing past the gravel in his throat. Hold it together man!
You promised you wouldn’t be morose.

Cali flushed, “I know he does…did… I love him
too and always will.” She looked down, self-consciously
straightening her wrap. “I’d be less than nothing if he hadn’t
found me.” Thinking back to Carissa, she wondered, did Derrick
know?

She looked off to the water, still, with a
glazed look in her amber eyes, remembering how they’d met. Her lips
curled slightly in a faint smile. He’d done such a remarkable job
protecting her.

Not one of those uppity, tennis snobs would
ever guess. They could never fathom how the graceful Calico they
knew had originated in a dumpster—just a run of the mill, flimflam,
Tin-Pan Alley cat.
Only
he’d seen the possible in
impossibility. He’d washed off the grime and molded her into
something special, something she could be proud of. Then, he helped
her relinquish that pride as an unnecessary, glittery bobble.
Accepting her inherent worth she no longer had anything to prove.
What he lavished upon her heart was so much better than self-love,
more nourishing and sustaining. It was submission and the
liberation from fear and her past. Those deep, early days danced
through her mind, skipping across the water and settling on the
clouds.

“Hey Cali…I’m talking to you.” Derrick said.
His words snapped her out of the trance.

She turned slowly toward her guest as if
waking from a dream. “Oh, I’m sorry….I was lost.”

Derrick reached out to her. “Hey, I miss him
too.” He said as he squeezed her hand warmly. Cali looked into his
hazel eyes and could see the sincerity of his words; he was hurting
too.
How could the hands comforting her now be the same that’d
covered her mouth only hours before?

With a sudden restlessness Cali offered to
show Derrick around the grounds. The renovations were constant and
much had changed since his last visit to
Domaine de
la Butterfly
. Of course, there were always new stones on her
path and they wandered along “Memory Lane”, reminiscing.

She was surprised when he asked about the
stepping stones and even more when he actually listened attentively
to the details behind each one. He knelt, gently touching each
unique crevice as she told its story. He was caring in a way she
would’ve never guessed in their previous meetings. Happily, she
enjoyed the afternoon as it easily flowed into the evening.
Hmm,
the calloused hands hold a soft heart.

“Okay, you need to go get ready. I’m taking
you out to dinner. Most importantly, I’m taking you out of the
estate.” He said finishing his cocktail, swirling the ice around in
the sturdy crystal rocks glass.

“But, I wanted…” Calico began, looking off to
the horizon.

“I know—you wanted to watch the sunset.” He
said with a twinkle in his eyes. In their recent talks she always
mentioned the sunset in some way.

“Yes…I do it every night.” She turned away,
feeling her throat tighten. She didn’t tell him how she cried every
night the sun set without Markus.

“Well, I guess you better get ready quick
then huh?” He smiled, trying to lighten her mood.

Calico smirked, “I guess I better.” She said
getting up to go prepare. Derrick swatted at her, teasing as she
turned to leave. Something resembling a soft smile flitted across
her face. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back toward him, taken
aback by her beauty as the sun hit her face

I’ll allow the sunset. “He said, holding her
hands, enjoying the sun as it danced across her face. “But don’t
get used to it. We
will
be doing things you haven’t been
doing every night. For starters—you won’t be alone.”

Calico smiled warmly at Derrick, then off to
the water. Her conflict bubbled as she really thought, for the
first time, of what she was doing.
It was as Markus wished
,
so she blew a kiss to the Gulf, shrugged and spun around to face
Derrick.

“May I go get ready Sir? I don’t want to miss
the sunset.” She playfully tugged trying to get away from his
grip.

“Yes, go, what’s keeping you?” He said, still
holding her hand and turning to face her openly. He seemed amused
with the little tug-o-war. She couldn’t help wonder if he was as
torn as she.

As soon as he let go she scampered away and
disappeared behind the big French doors. Quickly, she ran up the
stairs and into her room to get ready.

 

She hadn’t been into her closet since Markus
and everything was clean, in its place. With all the hovering
around the house like a ghost, how could anything have moved
anywhere? She’d barely moved.

Some days she wouldn’t even leave their bed,
cocooning herself in his shirts, blankets and smell. She’d go get
coffee and return to hide. Markus would never tolerate her behavior
but she was all loose ends and heartbreak without him. What was a
slave to do when there was no one to care for? When the owner of
the property is absent what’s the point of protecting it? Her logic
was flawed and steeped in grief. Now, thanks to Markus she had a
reason… to be.

It was easy to put something together when
everything was ready. She grabbed a salmon and white tank top and a
white skirt; white sandals completed the look. She always wore the
Eternity Collar set on all her limbs so accessorizing wasn’t even a
thought.

Once her outfit was chosen she showered,
whispered on a touch of make-up and towel dried her shoulder length
hair.

On the way back to the garden she fetched
fresh cocktails. It was actually nice to have someone to end the
day with, and he was of Markus’ choosing. She was ready for the
sunset—just the three of them.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

On the twisting drive to the restaurant
Calico sat quietly, staring out the window taking in the growing
darkness as it whirred past. She shifted uneasily in her seat. It
was so strange to be riding with someone other than Markus at the
wheel. She wished to turn and see him in the driver’s seat, to wake
from this strange and awful dream.

“Wasn’t the sunset beautiful Cali?” Derrick
spoke, ending her fantasy in its tracks.

“Yes, Sir, it was. Thank you for joining
me…allowing…” She trailed off, looking toward him, slowly, hoping.
It was still Derrick
. She looked down, and back to the
window.

Derrick reached across the console and gently
squeezed her small hand.
He did it again, another gesture of
warmth.

“We’re going to have a very good night Cali,
Markus has seen to it. Smile, for him, for us.” With the reminder
she knew it was time to shake it off. It wasn’t pleasing to anyone
if she continued to “wallow”.

When they entered the chic bistro Calico
instantly saw people they knew. There were men Markus did business
with and ladies from the tennis club; they had to be wondering
about her. She tensed as one of the clueless “
Tennis
Bracelets
” approached with a hug. It almost seemed genuine and
sort of warm
. Calico felt a twinge of guilt for comparing
the women to matching stones on a tennis bracelet. She didn’t think
they could have an opinion or action that wasn’t by majority rule.
She found them uninspired, boring and catty. She loved pulling the
wool over their eyes—if they only knew.

“Calico honey, how are you holding up?” Suzie
asked. Even though her face barely moved the tone was appropriate.
She looked to Derrick, eyes narrowing as she tried to ascertain the
connection between the couple.

“She’s holding up fine.” Derrick said,
extending a calloused hand toward the woman, while his other slid
tightly around Calico’s waist, pulling her close. “Derrick Destry.”
He said introducing himself, with a side-step that was the perfect,
chiseled shield for Cali.

Suzie received his hand, and in true
Tennis Bracelet
form, gave him an insincere dip of her
manicured finger tips. Calico felt justified as she watched the
exchange. The snooty, affected little bitch made her stomach churn.
Tennis bracelet bullshit!
Calico thought as a chill ran down
her spine.

“Suzie I’ll be okay.” She choked out the
words, gagging back the bile rising in her throat. TB Bitch!
“Thankfully Markus asked Derrick to come check in on me… before
he…” She felt her eyes getting hot and pressed up the tears,
willing them not to fall in front of
her
.

“Oh.” Suzie said, her lip nearly touched her
nose as she looked again to Derrick. The woman had this way of
sneering she thought was hidden by frosty lip gloss and Botox,
Calico always noticed and it was present now.

“Markus and I are old friends. He was my best
friend.” His look was unwavering, his tone clear. He was shutting
her down and she should put her fluffy tail between her legs and
go. “Cali, sweetie, our table’s ready.”
Dismissed!

He made her feel protected, she needed that.
She knew Markus was throwing her into the shark infested pool. She
was chum and he knew they’d be circling. That’s why Derrick was
navigating through the frenzy. They were both keeping her safe. As
she sunk into the booth she took a much needed breath.
She’d
made it, whew!
As Derrick slid in beside her she startled. How
weird! But, she couldn’t deny, he was a definite barrier to prying
eyes.

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