Reaching between my legs, he fingered my clit as he moved slowly in and out, letting me get used to his size.
I’d come to embrace my kink, no longer feeling as though it was something dirty, mostly because Mouse was with me all the way. I suppose that’s no surprise. Most men would appreciate the fact I was up for anything, but with Mouse, I felt like we were on this adventure together. Although, others had tried, I’d never felt safe enough to try anal, but Mouse was the gentlest, most patient human being on the planet, so even though it took several tries, he never pushed me further than I wanted to go.
Now, however, it was something I wanted a little more than might be normal, and he made sure it was always good for me.
“Now, honey,” I begged, and he slapped my ass, then gripped my hips and began to move faster and faster until he was slamming into me, albeit carefully.
“Slap that clit, baby,” he ordered, and I slid one hand between my legs and slapped my clit, slipping my fingers in and out of my pussy as he fucked my ass.
I screamed as my climax hit, my fingers soaking with my juices, then he let out a quiet grunt and I felt his dick pulse inside of me. He slid slowly out and squeezed my ass, before kissing the small of my back. “Don’t move.”
I didn’t think I could if I tried.
He returned with a warm washcloth, wiping me clean before unhooking the chain from the clip attached to the footboard, but leaving my clamps in place. I was still primed, my fingers pressing against my mound, moving to tap my clit and Mouse knelt in front of me, moving my hand away and replacing it with his mouth. He smiled up at me as his tongue ran over my nub. “Spread, Lace.”
I spread more, weaving my hands into his hair and gripping his scalp as he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and pressed two fingers inside of me. As he continued to lap at my mound, his hand pumped harder and harder into me until an orgasm rolled through and I almost fell over him. He caught me, lifting me and dropping me on the bed, tugging on the chain and releasing my clamps, my nipples suddenly on fire in the best of ways.
He stretched out beside me and pulled me onto his chest. “Jesus Christ, woman, you’re fuckin’ amazing.”
“Back atya,” I said.
He rolled me onto my back and kissed me. “You just get better.”
“You do too,” I said, stroking his beard. “Thanks for experimenting with me.”
He chuckled. “Any time.”
“Can we eat now?”
“Yeah. Don’t get dressed.”
“Only if you promise you’re gonna fuck me in the kitchen.”
“I’m gonna fuck you, then feed you, then fuck you again.”
I laughed. “Yes!”
* * *
A few weeks later(ish)...
Saturday morning, a week or so before St. Patrick’s Day, I was crafting tiny little top hats out of fondant. I had been at the bakery since three. It was opening day of Cups ’n Cakes, and I needed to make sure everything was perfect. I was also getting a jump on everything I’d need for our very Irish celebration next week.
“Baby, do you want to come and approve the display?” Mouse asked from the doorway of the kitchen.
“Yes, definitely.” I pulled my gloves off and dropped them in the trash, then followed him out to the front.
Parker, who was married to Rabbit, owned Parker’s Petals two doors down, and she had donated some fresh flowers for displays. She’d been here since six, as had Rabbit, helping to set everything up.
“Oh my god, you guys,” I breathed out. “This looks amazing.”
When we’d drawn up the plans for the space, Doom had suggested I plan for a café set-up, offering coffee and pastries, along with cakes and confections. The area only had one large chain coffee shop, unusual to say the least, so I was in a prime location to get even more business if I offered breakfast. I’d worried it would be a lot more work, but I had a club full of young men trying to earn their dues, and Doc had informed me that they were available to use and abuse, so I decided to go for the moon.
I now had seating for twenty, with gorgeous little tables and chairs that felt very Parisian, especially with the fresh flower centerpieces Parker had provided.
The glass case at the front of the store had been cleaned, so it displayed the cakes, cupcakes, and pastries beautifully. Parker had placed flowers in various spots in the case as well and I loved everything she did.
“How am I going to replicate this every day?” I cried, pulling Parker in for a hug. “Thank you for everything.”
“I’ve taken pictures,” Parker said. “You got this.”
I chuckled. “Thank you.”
“Ten minutes, Lace,” Mouse warned. “Do you need anything?”
“No, honey, this is perfect.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Better than I could have imagined. Thank you.”
He kissed my temple and gave me a squeeze. “You’re welcome.”
“Right, let’s flip that sign,” I said, wiping my tears of gratitude away.
“Wait,” Mouse said. “I want to take a video of this.”
He grabbed his phone and I made a Vanna White play of turning the sign and unlocking the door, then hugged everyone again.
That was the last second of breath I had.
The first person through the door was Doom, followed by every single biker and their significant other (if they had one). Some also brought their kids, so every table was filled, and there was a line to get in the door.
I tried to give Doom and his wife, Lyric, a free breakfast, but they were having none of it. They’d brought their darling children who oohed and aahed over their food and told me I was the best baker they’d ever met. They paid, then left a huge tip and by the time I turned the sign
