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She vaguely heard him cursing. His hips slapped
against hers - hard and brutal. Moments later she felt his wetness join hers as
he came inside her, unleashing what was years of lust on her poor, unsuspecting
pussy.

Her heart raced as they lay tangled on the bed, she
still on her knees and he covering her trembling form. “Gods, you’re dynamite,
woman.” His voice was rueful.

She just grunted - incapable of speech or coherent
thought at the moment. She groaned when he slowly withdrew, spilling more
wetness on the bed under them. She was about to apologize when he suddenly
rolled her over onto her back. She gave a startled cry as he buried his face in
her pussy. “What…you can’t…” she mumbled wanting to scramble away from his
voracious tongue and mouth. “…oh Amery…Master…I…” When his tongue stabbed at
her clit, she couldn’t stop another gush of liquid.

He lifted his head for a moment. “Yes, I can.” He
gave her what she considered his patented “Dom look” before he continued. His
hand cupped her pussy. “This is mine. Every single drop, slave. Now enjoy.” His
mouth attacked her once more. A low moan escaped her and she gave into his
will. She simply enjoyed.

Chapter Twelve

The feeling of warmth on her face woke Myrna. Opening
her eyes, she realized it was morning. Behind her she felt the unfamiliar heat
of another body. It took her a moment to remember where she was and
who
she
was with. Amery. Her Master. Trembling fingers traced the soft velvet of her
collar. A flush raced over her. Memories of the previous evening came flooding
back. Of returning to the hotel after straightening out her finances, of the
first time they’d made love, barely making their reservations before returning
to the hotel to make love again before falling asleep, only to be woken again
throughout the night by his hungry mouth feasting between her legs.

Looking over her shoulder, she studied her Master’s
sleeping face. He looked sated to his toes and the sexy five o’clock shadow
with its traces of silver had her wanting to smooth her hand over his jaw. He’d
surprised her last night with the depth of his hunger.
I can easily
understand why he’s in such high demand at The Sanctuary’s Lair. He’s
unbelievably sexy and dear Lord, his stamina is enough to put a young man’s to
shame. God I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard or often in all my life.

Scooting off the bed slowly, she made her way to the
bathroom. Just before shutting the door, she peeked at the masculine form still
lying on the bed. He hadn’t moved but from the door she could see the sexy
expanse of his back and shoulders. Her libido, which should’ve been more than
sated, stirred. There were several red scratches on his shoulders from her
nails. She’d marked him as surely as he’d marked her.

Closing the door softly, she turned to face herself
in the mirror.
Who is that woman?
She barely recognized herself. Her
lips were swollen from Amery’s kisses, her cheeks were pink, her hair was a
tangled mess instead of the neat braid she normally wore. But the most
disconcerting thing was the satisfied gleam in her eyes. She looked years
younger than she was.
Oh, My God, is that really me?
A girlish giggle
escaped her.
Who’d have ever thought I would look like this?

She turned away from her reflection and started to
fill the large tub rather than take another shower. Even with the shower she’d
taken last night before bed, she felt sore and a bit sticky from their
nocturnal activities. A long soak might just do the trick. Pouring a generous
amount of the aromatic lavender bath salts, she let the tub fill. Once it was
full, she removed her pretty collar. After making sure it was in a safe place,
she sank into the heated water with her hair piled high on her head. Other than
a slight wince at the initial sting of the hot water, she was quite content to
lie there all morning. Humming an old Irish lullaby, she closed her eyes and
allowed to the hot scented water to do its job. It wasn’t long before she was
dozing off.

* * * *

“And what I have found here?” An amused voice slowly
woke Myrna.

It sounded like Amery’s
, she mused, reluctant to leave the sleepy place she
found herself in.

“I do believe it might be a water sprite.” A large
hand slid across her nipple before settling around her entire breast. “But
somehow I don’t think the water sprites my nana told me about had these
delicious breasts.”

She jerked fully awake. Her eyes opened slowly. The
tub’s water had grown cool. Amery was sitting completely dressed for the day on
the ledge surrounding the tub with one hand in the water teasing her breast.

“Morning, Amery.” Her voice came out a husky mixture
of sleep and desire.

“Amery?” His hand tweaked her nipple. “I thought we
went over this, slave.”

Licking her lips, she gave a nod towards the vanity
where the pretty velvet collar was sitting. “No collar.” He looked over at the
vanity.

“And you took it off?” His eyes went a gun-metal grey
and his voice was stern.

She slowly sat up. Damage control was obviously
needed. “I didn’t want to get my collar wet, Master. I thought it would be all
right since you removed it yourself last night before our shower.”

“Up.” His voice brooked no refusal. If that weren’t
enough, the sight of his arms crossed over his wide chest would’ve done the
trick. Slowly rising out of the water, she shivered as the cool air brushed
over her wet skin. His eyes traced every curve of her body. Her nipples
tightened and she could feel a moistness gathering between her legs which couldn’t
be blamed on her bath. The longer he sat there devouring her with his eyes, the
wetter she became.

She moaned when he finally moved. His fingers traced
her labia before sliding between them to tweak her clit.

“Is this my wetness?” The look he gave her dared her
to deny his claim.

She nodded.

His hand slid up to her hip. “And this is my body?”

She nodded again.

“It’s missing something, slave.”

She moved forward to get her collar. His hand on her
arm stopped her. He reached into his pocket. When he drew out a thin leather
collar with a small silver ring at its center, she stared. It was beautiful in
its simplicity but anyone who saw it would have no doubt what it was. “Come
here.” She moved closer to him. He gently placed the collar around her throat.
“I want the world to know you’re mine.” He pressed a kiss against her
collarbone. “Now get dressed. We’re meeting Caelan in less than hour at The
Winding Stair.”

Surprise and pleasure washed over her at the thought.
Caelan and she used to frequent the quaint eatery overlooking the Ha’penny
Bridge and the River Liffey. “Caelan?”

An indulgent smile crossed his face. “Yes, he came
over early on business and when he found out we were in Dublin, he offered to
have brunch with us.” His hand caressed her hip, before smacking it. “But we’ll
miss brunch, slave, if you don’t get some clothing on this body. Now, step to
it.”

She gave him a brilliant smile. “Yes, Master.” She
started towards the bedroom before stopping and nibbling on the inside of her
cheek. “What are we going to tell Caelan, Master?”

He gathered her close. “We’ll let things progress
naturally, sweetheart. Now go get dressed.” He gave her an encouraging smile.
As she left, Amery shook his head as his slave rushed out of the bathroom, no
longer caring that she was naked.
What a change from last night.

* * * *

As Amery guided her through the crowded dining room
of The Winding Stair, Myrna looked for her son’s familiar dark head. She
finally spotted him sitting at a table near the tall ceiling length windows.
Leaving Amery behind, she rushed over. She threw herself into her son’s arms.
“I’ve missed you,
mac.”
The Gaelic word for son slipped off her lips
without thought. “It’s been too long since you’ve visited your old mother.” She
released him as Amery came up to them.

“Master Alastar.” Caelan nodded to his mentor as he
helped his mother remove her winter jacket. “I’m glad you were able to
accompany my mother to the city. It’s good to see you aren’t letting her wither
away in the country.”

Amery gave him a grin. “Never, my boy.” He took the
coat from Caelan after seating Myrna. Handing the jacket to the waiter who
appeared next to their table, he sat down beside to her.

Taking a quick sip of her water, she focused on her
son. “So I hear you’re here on business, Caelan?”

Caelan nodded. “Yes, I am. When I found out you and
Master Alastar were in town, I couldn’t resist trying to squeeze in a meal with
you both.” He gave her a mocking scowl. “It’s been several years since I’ve
actually seen the two of you together, Mum.”

She blushed at his words. “Well, I…”

Amery’s hand landed on her thigh. “…ran me a ragged
chase, right slave?”

Caelan’s eyebrows drew up in surprise. “Mum?”

She darted her eyes towards Amery. If looks could’ve
killed, Amery Alastar would’ve been a dead man. “I thought we were going to let
things progress naturally, Master?” Her voice was mocking despite her words.

Amery shrugged. “So sue me,
m’gnogag.”

Caelan leaned forward to move the collar of Myrna’s
shirt aside before pausing. His eyes met Amery’s. “May I?”

Amery nodded. Myrna wanted to bristle at the idea
that her son needed permission to touch her, but knew even her son wouldn’t
touch a sub who was claimed by another, even if it was his own mother.

She watched her son’s face carefully as he parted the
collar to see the leather collar resting snuggly against the hollow off her
neck. He leaned back and she was surprised to see a sheen of moisture in her
son’s eyes.

“Sweetheart?” She looked over at Amery in confusion.
Why
would seeing me collared make Caelan cry? I would’ve thought he’d be happy
about it.

“He never thought I’d be able to collar you, Myrna.”

Caelan nodded, confirming Amery’s words. “After I
left home, I figured Amery would make his move, but when he didn’t I assumed you’d
never end up together, Mum.”

A furious blush crossed her face. “Really? I’m not
that stubborn!”

“Said the kettle…” Caelan began.

“… to the pot,” Amery finished.

 A giggle escaped her, some things never changed.
“You boys have been ganging up on me for years.” She stuck her tongue out at
both of them. Their laughter joined hers.

* * * *

“Well, Mum, I hate to break this short but I have an
appointment with the investigators.”

A frown crossed Myrna’s face. “Is everything okay?”

He gave her a smile. “Don’t worry. They just have a
few questions about Dad. When he convinced that young bank teller to give him
your money, the bank pressed charges against him for Grand Larceny. They
arrested him but something happened and he escaped. Now they can’t find him.”

Fear washed over. “And they think he’s been in
contact with you?”

“He called me, Mum, threatening you. It was one of
the reasons I wanted to meet with Amery. He’ll protect you.”

Fury – a red haze like none she’d ever known - washed
over her. She glanced from one man to another. They both were wearing stubborn
expressions. “Excuse me?”

“Settle down,
m’gnogag.
This is nothing for
you to worry about. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Amery’s voice was
soothing as if she were a high strung filly, Myrna fumed.

“So were either of you gentlemen going to tell me?”

Amery and Caelan exchanged guilty glances before
Amery leveled his gaze on Myrna. “I’ll protect you, slave. You gave your body
into my keeping last night, remember?” His hand flexed on her thigh. She
swallowed deeply, her thoughts now on the passion they had shared the night
before, instead of her righteous anger.
So much for staying mad at him.

Caelan stood. “Let Amery take care of you, Mum. He’s
loves you too much to let anyone hurt you again.” He leaned down and brushed
her cheek with a kiss. “In fact, I do believe if Dad dared to show his face
anywhere near you, Amery would commit murder.”

“Thanks for trying to cheer me up,
mac.
” She
gave him a kiss. “But that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.”

* * * *

Amery sighed as he opened the door to his country
home before ushering in his drooping slave. It’d been a rather sweet but tiring
trip back to Killarney.
Thinking about how he’d fucked his little slave
in their private car on the return trip had his cock trying to stiffen in his
pants. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excessive with sex,
but he justified his appetite for Myrna. She made him crazy with lust without
trying. Now all he wanted to do was tuck his little love into his big bed and
sleep the next twelve hours away.

Shutting the door behind them, he threw the bolt.

“Are you hungry,
m’gnogag?
”

She shook her head. “But I should probably eat
something light before bed, Master.”