Chapter 24

We got home late that night. Going home after just a couple of hours seemed like it would tempt Murphy’s Law too much and we’d find that mom had waited just in case I was fibbing. We stayed in the restaurant bar and watched the Monday night football game. Tina pointed out with a giggle that it wasn’t as much fun as watching the game at home. Mom was not in sight when we arrived home.

I contacted Dad and he let me know that Mom had gotten home before the game ended, in the blackest mood he’d ever seen in their twenty-four years together.

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Much to my surprise, my mother seemed to go along with it. My phone was silent. Dad let me know that Mom had bought the lie and thought we were on vacation in St. Augustine.

“So how about we take a little vacation this weekend?” I texted Tina as I lay in my rack onboard ship, Wednesday night. Overnight duty isn’t a lot of fun, but Tina usually helps by sending me wonderfully nasty photos of her playing with her toys.

Her reply came back with a close-up shot of her pal Pinky, lying over her engorged clit. Her pussy was freshly clean-shaven and glistened wetly. I shivered with arousal.

Tina – No thanks, you go on Saturday and come back. I’d rather fuck you at home. Changing subject. I want to say something about our sex life, and I don’t want you to read anything into it or misconstrue my feelings.

Curious, I told her that I was open to talking and offered to call her.

Tina – No, I’m going to text it here and I want you to take it as you read it, black and white, no trying to infer anything else. I know how sensitive men can be when discussing sex.

I told her that I was a big boy and could handle anything she threw at me.

Tina – LOL. Yes, you are. Here goes. I love how you take me and use me. It’s forceful and yet still loving. I love every minute. Okay so far?

I assured her my manhood was not withering quite yet.

Tina – Good. But sometimes I want you to be dominant without being loving. Treat me like a whore. Your whore. It takes me to a whole new level.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

***

I arrived home at three-thirty on Thursday. I’d stopped at the grocery store to pick up some supplies for a special dinner. I also brought home something I’d been given by a fellow crew member. About twenty feet of half-inch cotton rope. It was the last of the line on a spool and was too short for most of our shipboard needs.

I’d thought a lot about what she told me via our texts. Just being as dominant as I have been, has been difficult for me. It’s not in my nature to “use” someone. Instead of, “Hey babe, are you in the mood for a little pickle tickle?” it’s just “Bend over that table and spread your legs, slut.” I couldn’t do it if it wasn’t so obvious how much Tina loved it. I put a lot of thought into it that day. Which might be why she’d told me the way she did. I sent Tina a text before I stepped into the shower. It was short and to the point.

When you step in the door this evening, you are to strip and present yourself to me wearing only your black heels and your collar. And you will refer to me as Alpha. No sir, mister, or lord, just Alpha. Understood?

She didn’t reply for a while. I assumed she was busy in the courtroom. Her reply was brief.

Tina – Yes, Alpha.

***

I was beside myself with anticipation. The fact that I had to sit through another hour of hearings after I replied to him, drove me crazy. I would have to spend some time the next day making sure my reports were error-free before I could submit them.

It had been seven months since my nephew had shown up on my doorstep and around four months since I’d first seduced him. Just a week ago, we admitted our love for one another. I don’t know what I was expecting when I first pushed him down on his bed in my spare room. Maybe just fuck buddies while he was staying with me, I guess. I never imagined this. I never imagined the kind of man he was. I never imagined being loved, appreciated and treated the way he does.

My first husband Sam was good, and he loved me, but there was no room for children in his life plan, so that was sorted early. I can’t say that I was against the idea. I also liked the security of knowing that I could enjoy sex to the fullest without the looming concern of pregnancy. But, I never would have done it on my own.

Sam also liked to share me with other men, and we entered a hotwife arrangement before there was a word for it. He loved dressing me up and sending me out with his friends. He also loved the swinging lifestyle. I’d occasionally come home from a date to find people from our swinging group with him.

Sam underestimated how much I loved it though; how much I wanted it. I guess he assumed that I understood where the boundaries were. I didn’t, he’d never set any. In my mind, if he would let his friends take me out on dates and use me, and let our swinging group fuck me, then I could fuck whomever I wanted to, as well. Just like he did.

I fucked everyone he wanted and everyone I wanted for two years. Then one day, it wasn’t okay anymore. I’m not sure what the tipping point was, we never spoke about it. His attorney showed up at the door one afternoon and told me I was divorced. I was offered a lump sum and the house that I currently own if I were to just sign it and be done. I was crushed, but I signed.

I worked as a stripper for a while and then got myself through court reporting school before the money ran out. Having no house payments made things a lot easier. When I was married to Andre, I rented the house out. But I never let him get his hooks in it. He sure tried though. He’d give me excuse after excuse, talking about asset consolidation, but I kept saying no.

I think I knew what sort of man he was and knew that someday I would be without him, so I kept my job at the courthouse and kept my home.

And now … I had Gabe who had just introduced himself as Alpha. I’d called doms sir, and my lord, and even master, but never that. It was so unexpected and exotic sounding. It felt wild and feral. I loved it.

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