Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

corner of the county.”
    Paula was impressed. Eden Creek Farm was a five-hundred-acre farm that had bred more than a few of Ocala’s most famous thoroughbred race horses.
    Ocala, located in central Florida’s rolling green hills, was locally touted as the “Horse Capital of the World” and gave Lexington, Kentucky a run for its money. The town went nuts whenever there was a Florida horse in the Kentucky Derby.
    “Frankly, you don’t seem like a ‘submissive’ type of person,” Calleigh said tentatively.
    “Let me explain submission. Yes, I submit to my husband’s wishes and obey his orders when we are in a ‘scene,’ as he is the Dom. But I am the one with the power. If I say we don’t play, we don’t. If I don’t want to do something, we don’t. The submissive controls the relationship by what he or she is willing to accept. This is a consensual relationship, not an abusive relationship.”
    Calleigh sipped her mojito and asked, “So, this submission stuff doesn’t make you feel put upon or abused?”
    “No. My husband wants nothing more than my pleasure. I have to tell you that I have the best sex life of any of my friends, and I am forty-five and have been married twenty years.”
    Just then Michael Hamilton leaned over the back of the chaise and kissed his wife’s temple. He was tall and well muscled, but not bulky, with rather long, wavy, black hair and startling blue eyes. “Let’s go, woman. I have some plans for my slave. Want to take a stroll down to the square and have dinner at the Irish Pub?”
    Robbie winked and waved a quick good-bye as she rose to join her husband, who pulled her close to his side as they walked back to the house.
    “Well that puts a new light on things,” Paula said, an impish light in her eye. Paula realized that this was a woman worth knowing and calling a friend. She hoped they could develop a relationship.

    * * * *

    As the sun was setting, Robbie and Mike walked downtown to the old-fashioned town square, the centerpiece of which was a large white bandstand or gazebo. The beautifully landscaped square was surrounded by shops, restaurants, bars, and office buildings.
    The square was a well-known meeting place, but there were not many people out and about for a Friday evening. Mike grabbed Robbie’s hand and pulled her up into the deserted gazebo with a devilish grin. “I have always wanted to do it in the gazebo,” Mike said.
    “ Oh no! No way! There are always people wandering around the square,” Robbie replied. “Maybe there’s a concert or something tonight.” The twinkly, white fairy lights decking the trees in the square had just come on, but the gazebo was in the shadows.
    “Oh come on, baby, that’s half the fun!” He took a quick look around. “But we’d better hurry,” he said as he sat on one of the benches and pulled her unceremoniously back into his lap, arranging the skirt of her short white sundress over the evidence. She was hot and ready. He had already pulled down his zipper, and his cock was standing at attention as he settled balls deep in her moist pussy. “I’d say don’t get your panties in a twist, but you’re not wearing any panties.” He grinned. Laughing, he kissed the back of her neck and began to gently rock her as she sighed with pleasure. “You feel like hot, wet silk, baby,” he crooned as he began to pump up into her, holding her steady against his chest. She arched back to take him in deeper, moaning in delight as he slammed into her again and again, harder and faster. She came with a moan muffled in the side of his neck as she jerked and spasmed her completion while he held himself still and deep, his cock spurting hot cum into her waiting womb.
    “You are crazy! You know that, don’t you?” she said when she could speak again. “But it’s a good kind of crazy.” Mike was always good for a laugh or “up” for an adventure. “Oh God, there are people parking their cars on the other side of the square!