The One Worth Finding (14 page)

“Ooooohh, yesss,” he breathed, his
whole body jerking under her rough caress “exactly like
that…”

Tara sighed when he kissed her again,
innocently turning the harmless peck into a smoldering French
kiss.

“Don’t we have work to do?” she asked
when he mercifully released her lips from the torturously
delicious, sexy kiss.

“
I don’t know,” he drawled,
nuzzling her ear, “maybe you should fuck me in the ass again to
guarantee I’m truly ready for tomorrow.”

“
Not today, naughty little sub,”
she whispered. “Today, we’re folding napkins.”

“
Meh,” he said, releasing her
reluctantly, “but you’ll at least pet my butt a little bit from
time to time, yes?”

She sighed, but when he turned to walk
away with a wink she gave his alluring tush a fond little smack. He
looked at her with an utterly loving gaze.

She laughed softly. Incorrigible
little sub.

He couldn’t stop looking at
her.

Nobody folded napkins quite like she did,
he thought, well knowing how ridiculous that sounded. What could he
say? He was one happy fool.

What made him even
happier was that at
some point, she had started to chat with the other Doms, and even
the subs didn’t seem quite as wary around her any longer. In fact,
she seemed to have fun. He was so glad. It would have killed him to
leave her like this, all alone with nobody but her husband’s ghost
keeping her company.

He knew she had so much love in
her
; why
couldn’t he make her see it? He swallowed the bitter taste of
failure. He wouldn’t let their last days together be tainted by
regret; they were together for now, and he had to build memories
for the next decades, for the time when only they could keep him
upright.

“
Did you see that?” Phil asked
behind him. “She’s smiling. She NEVER smiles. Damn, she’s a monster
with a strap-on!”

Aaron chuckled.

“Be assured, she is a master with the
strap-on.”

“
Brrrrr,” Phil shuddered. “You’re
really creepy, you know?”

Aaron laughed.

She was the most wonderful Domme he’d ever
met in his life, and it didn’t matter to him if the other subs
understood his feelings. She was his love, and he’d given her his
heart. It would stay with her and protect her.

Wherever she went.

Jack looked at Tara and almost couldn’t
believe how much she had changed. She had been so sad and distant
all the time, and now she was talking comfortably with the other
Doms. Hell, she even laughed at their jokes, and her laugh sounded
wonderful, bright and soft like velvet.

He looked at Harte. He would
have killed the bastard if there were any sign that he was playing
with Tara’s fragile heart, but it was completely obvious that
wasn’t the case.
Harte clearly loved her, his strong feelings visible in
every gesture, every look he gave her, every gentle touch they
exchanged.

He sighed. No, it would be Tara
who would most likely push him away. Push away true love for the
memories she had carried around as her sole companions for eight
years
. He so
wished she would decide to join the land of the living again; she
was a great woman, and he hated to see her suffer.

He watched Aaron Harte
pass
her by,
pressing a fast, loving kiss on her head from behind. He let out a
delighted squeak when she turned and pinched his butt.

Damn, Tara better not
bungle
this.
Because for the first time in eight miserable years, she actually
looked happy.

He sauntered over to where she was
inflating red and golden balloons and came to a stop next to
her.

“
Well,”
he said casually, “have you done the
deed?”

“
I have no idea what you’re
talking about.” She muttered innocently.

“
Come on, you know, the…
hm?”

“
Say the word
, Jack,” she said softly; “don’t
be a coward.”

“
Okay, okay” Jack
growled
, “the
word is fisting. Did you do it? Did you fist him?”

“Yes, I did.” She said, smiling
smugly.

“Then the public scene is a sure
thing?”

“
Believe me, Jack, it
is.”

He chuckled and sauntered away,
shaking his head in slight disbelief. Fisting. My ass.

Tara watched
Jack walk away and felt Aaron’s
arm around her waist only seconds later.

“What did he want?” he asked
curiously.

“Find out if I managed to successfully
fist you yet.” Tara smiled, pressing a short kiss on his
jaw.

“
Oh,” he exclaimed, “care to
demonstrate it for him right now? I’m all game, you know, we
could…”

She silenced him with a deep, thorough
kiss, tongue and all. Somebody just had to shut the guy up for his
own good.

The usually gloomy halls of the Fever
Pitch finally looked like New Year’s Eve not long before
midnight.

Tara groaned. Damn, she felt muscles
she didn’t even know she had, and it had nothing to do with
sex.

Hmmmm. Sex. She looked at
Aaron.

Nah. They had worked the whole day to turn
this place into a party, they were completely exhausted. No rolling
around the sheets tonight. He needed to rest. Maybe he would rest
better if he didn’t have to sleep all alone at the sub’s apartment.
Well, she could always offer for him to crash at her place. Just an
offer. A little harmless cuddling. Nothing else.

Somewhere at the back of her
mind, warning bells started to chime. What was she doing, bringing
an innocent into her ghost-infested
cave? To trouble him with her demons? He
would leave the day after tomorrow. She had no right to
him.

But somehow, she couldn’t let him go. It
felt manic and compulsive, but she couldn’t walk away from him; it
was almost as if she wanted him to rub his scent all over her
place. To form a memory there that would stay when he
couldn’t.

She approached him slowly and caught
him stifling a yawn.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he answered, instinctively
getting closer, rubbing up against her, gently nipping at her
earlobe.

“
I thought…” it’s insane, Tara,
it’s insane… ”if you don’t want to be alone tonight, why don’t you
come with me and stay at my place? Maybe we can quench the
nervousness by keeping each other company, huh?”

His smile was blinding and made her
knees tremble.

“
There’s nowhere I’d rather be,”
he whispered and bowed down for another long, wet, sinful
kiss.

Chapter 12

She watched him walk around her
apartment, looking at her things with curiosity.

“Well,” he said, “normally, I would
say this apartment needs the touch of a woman. But in this special
case, I think it just needs me.”

She couldn’t stop the chuckle that
bubbled up between her lips.

She knew it wasn’t much. She
didn’t have much furniture, m
uch personal stuff, much anything. There were very
few colors - almost everything was white. Her space was sterile,
everything arranged so it wouldn’t suffocate her. After Jeff’s
death, most rooms had been just too narrow, too confining for her.
She needed air. And couldn’t tolerate anything around her but
air.

Now Aaron
had managed to get under her
defenses. And what was even worse - inside her heart.

She noticed that he hadn’t looked at the
one picture of her dead husband, as if he sensed the danger Jeff
presented to him. That he wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t allow Aaron
to find happiness with his wife.

“
Why don’t you shower first?” she
asked, trying to sound casual with not much success. “Towels are in
the closet.”

They had retrieved his things
from the apartment he had been staying at before they’d come here,
his complete suitcase, as if they both knew he would stay the last
two nights
with her. She already felt herself clinging to him, knowing
she wasn’t allowed to hold him. She had to let go. Just not
tonight.

Aaron took a while in the bathroom, and
she knew he was administering the enema he had every evening. Damn,
she would have loved to watch and assist him. But watching Aaron
enema would most certainly lead to sex, and she guessed he was just
too tired for that tonight. At least he had accepted (without a
hint of opposition) that she’d sent him away to take his shower all
alone.

When he finally came out he wore a
T-shirt and loose sweat pants, and she was almost disappointed. He
gave her a short kiss, but immediately let her go. She sighed and
turned, walking into the steamy bathroom. Well, she was pretty
exhausted, too.

While she stood under the shower, the hot
water pouring down on her, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
She shuddered in pleasure. She had fallen for him without a chance
of resisting, and he had submitted so perfectly to her, sinking
down at her knees, obeying her commands with grace and ease. To top
it off, he was the perfect recipient of anal sex with his sensitive
prostate and the responsive bundle of nerves at his soft entrance.
He was sexy and playful and the most beautiful thing she’d ever
seen.

She smiled, toweling her hair
dry. Maybe she wasn’t too exhausted to play a little
bit with him after
all. But hey, he had worked the whole day, she should just let him
sleep. She would get into her pajamas and leave him in peace. She
chose a pretty, unobtrusive nightgown, dark red cotton, covering
her completely, so she wouldn’t distract him from getting his much
needed rest.

She entered the bedroom and stopped dead
in her tracks. Aaron lay on the silken sheets, smiling at her, his
arms stretched out over his head in an utterly submissive gesture.
The Domme inside her instantly reacted, a predator’s interest
rising inside her; he knew it, and his smile deepened. He wasn’t
dressed at all, but stark naked, his rock-hard erection resting on
his flat abdomen.

His hair was tousled sexily on his head.
He frowned when he saw her attire.

“
Why are you dressed,
M
a’am?” he
asked softly, pouting slightly. “Don’t I please you? Don’t you want
to play with me?”

He bit his lower lip, as if he were a
little boy eagerly waiting for her approval. She couldn’t deny him
when he looked at her like that.

Damn, he had no idea how perfect he
was. She slowly shed her pajamas, never taking her eyes from
him.

She lowered her hand to his face and
pushed her middle finger between his luscious lips. He sucked
eagerly on it, purring with pleasure.

“You want to play, little angel?” she
whispered, her voice as soft as velvet.

Aaron responded strongly to the
seductive timbre, his whole body shuddering with lust. She heard
the soft slapping sound of his erection against his stomach when he
moved and smiled fondly at him.

“
Yes, M
a’am,” he breathed, “play with me,
please. I’ve been a good boy. Stuff your toy’s little fuck-hole,
yes? I need to be fucked, Ma’am. I need it so bad…”

He spread his legs wide, giving her
access to his highly sensitive butthole. His breath hitched in
anticipation, and Tara’s smile deepened.

Hell, she loved to take his control away
completely, leave him begging and vulnerable, open to her wishes,
hers for the taking. She knew he loved it, too.

She slid her finger over his puckered
entrance and shivered when he gasped, his whole body quaking under
her sexy caress. He pulled his knees even closer to his body,
spreading them wider still.

“
Please,” he whimpered,
“s
hove
something up there - something big. Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard
and deep until I’m hoarse from screaming.”

“Do you give orders to your Domme,
sub?” she asked softly, raising one eyebrow in question, crossing
her arms in front of her chest.

He shuddered.

“
Please forgive me,
M
a’am” he
whispered. “I overstepped. I’m just so eager to be impaled. Filled.
I’m still your little fuck-toy, aren’t I? You still want me, don’t
you?”

His eyes looked almost scared, and her
insides turned to liquid mush. He had no idea how much she wanted
him. Her insane desire for him threatened to eat her
alive.

She opened the drawer and got out her
stuff.

Aaron’s beautiful face blossomed into
a bright, relieved smile before his eyes fluttered
closed.

His cock was so hard, reaching up to his
belly button. She loved the huge length, the enormous width, loved
how it contradicted his sweet, docile outer appearance. Her
beautiful little angel hid a murderous weapon in his pants, and it
was all hers.

She lubed up his soft opening,
thoroughly and carefully, enjoying touching him. He moaned under
her ministrations, and she felt his ecstasy building.