twinkling, romantic and intimate.
I like this much better with the privacy. Maybe the shirt will be coming off after all.
Sprawled on a velvet throw in front of the fire, we enjoy a feast of Rose’s Balmoral chicken with haggis, mushrooms, peppercorn sauce, sweet potatoes, homemade croquettes, sautéed greens, and mashed turnip—a familiar Scottish dinner.
I think of Granny and Eleanor and all their goodness. Eleanor and Rose are alike in many ways; this was one of Eleanor’s favourite dishes, and she would make this for us all the time.
Lucca reheats Rose’s soda bread in the oven while he pours me a glass of Pinot Noir. When he returns, I rub my bare feet along the sumptuous velvet of the throw, getting myself comfortable as I relish in the warmth and softness.
After feasting on the plentiful traditional meal, we enjoy homemade nectarine and mango cheesecake with Lucca’s guilty pleasure: cinnamon gelato. Lucca presses a button on a remote control and music echoes through a home music system: Chantal Kreviazuk’s “Feels Like Home.”
“Doc, please promise me you will never leave me. That you will never leave here. This is your home now, and I promise to give you as much space as you need, but please never leave,” he whispers, pulling me into his side. Gosh he’s gotten so emotional and deep all of a sudden.
“I’m not going anywhere. This is where I belong. With you .”
I curl into Lucca’s naked chest, drawing little shapes with my fingers in the amber glow from the flickering fire. I wrap my top leg around his, causing my shirt to ride up a little higher. Lucca feeds me a few slow mouthfuls of the cheesecake seductively then tops up the wine. Reaching over, I fork some cheesecake into his mouth, then I lean over and press my lips against his while he rolls his tongue around the citrusy sweet cream.
He groans. “It just tastes better when you share it with me.”
We listen to Lonestar’s “Amazed” during our soft intimate caressing. Then he lifts me up and walks me through the house back towards the pool.
I think it’s going to be a late night.
Before we make it to bed, I ensure Lucca shows me how to lock all the doors and windows. He appeases me by double-checking them with me. I know Cameron said this house has cameras and it’s safe, but out of habit I need to make sure everything is locked up.
Chapter 3
Old Flame … New Fire
We sleep in the next day, and the day after that. Lucca and I stop by his main office to pick up some paperwork, and he fucks me over his desk and the sofa before we leave. His office is more like the entire top floor of the building, similar to a grand suite, and even has a separate bedroom. We never made it to the bed; although we did have a quick shower after our lovemaking. He has work to catch up on this afternoon, so I schedule an obedience training session with Peter while Lucca has a meeting at Club di Energia.
The training doesn’t go considerably well for me as I’m far too soft and Peter has no qualm telling me so. Rose is delighted to have a dog around again, and I catch her giving Doris treats on the fly while winking at me. We’ve moved Doris into the main house, but keep her locked inside the family room at night.
Peter stands firm in saying she needs to be put outside into a kennel, but Rose has a softer approach. Rose and I enjoy a long chat over tea at lunch, and she confesses that they were not able to have children of their own, hence why they bred and cared for dogs over the years.
I call Mr. Carlin to confirm everything is okay, then I call Granny and Grandpa to explain that I’m not at my house in Uddingston, but that we’ll be coming up to visit them. That call was positively draining. The usual third degree came from Granny while she fired a million rhetorical questions then answered them for me. Grandpa came on the line and played his mouth organ. He told me how much he misses and loves me,
I like this much better with the privacy. Maybe the shirt will be coming off after all.
Sprawled on a velvet throw in front of the fire, we enjoy a feast of Rose’s Balmoral chicken with haggis, mushrooms, peppercorn sauce, sweet potatoes, homemade croquettes, sautéed greens, and mashed turnip—a familiar Scottish dinner.
I think of Granny and Eleanor and all their goodness. Eleanor and Rose are alike in many ways; this was one of Eleanor’s favourite dishes, and she would make this for us all the time.
Lucca reheats Rose’s soda bread in the oven while he pours me a glass of Pinot Noir. When he returns, I rub my bare feet along the sumptuous velvet of the throw, getting myself comfortable as I relish in the warmth and softness.
After feasting on the plentiful traditional meal, we enjoy homemade nectarine and mango cheesecake with Lucca’s guilty pleasure: cinnamon gelato. Lucca presses a button on a remote control and music echoes through a home music system: Chantal Kreviazuk’s “Feels Like Home.”
“Doc, please promise me you will never leave me. That you will never leave here. This is your home now, and I promise to give you as much space as you need, but please never leave,” he whispers, pulling me into his side. Gosh he’s gotten so emotional and deep all of a sudden.
“I’m not going anywhere. This is where I belong. With you .”
I curl into Lucca’s naked chest, drawing little shapes with my fingers in the amber glow from the flickering fire. I wrap my top leg around his, causing my shirt to ride up a little higher. Lucca feeds me a few slow mouthfuls of the cheesecake seductively then tops up the wine. Reaching over, I fork some cheesecake into his mouth, then I lean over and press my lips against his while he rolls his tongue around the citrusy sweet cream.
He groans. “It just tastes better when you share it with me.”
We listen to Lonestar’s “Amazed” during our soft intimate caressing. Then he lifts me up and walks me through the house back towards the pool.
I think it’s going to be a late night.
Before we make it to bed, I ensure Lucca shows me how to lock all the doors and windows. He appeases me by double-checking them with me. I know Cameron said this house has cameras and it’s safe, but out of habit I need to make sure everything is locked up.
Chapter 3
Old Flame … New Fire
We sleep in the next day, and the day after that. Lucca and I stop by his main office to pick up some paperwork, and he fucks me over his desk and the sofa before we leave. His office is more like the entire top floor of the building, similar to a grand suite, and even has a separate bedroom. We never made it to the bed; although we did have a quick shower after our lovemaking. He has work to catch up on this afternoon, so I schedule an obedience training session with Peter while Lucca has a meeting at Club di Energia.
The training doesn’t go considerably well for me as I’m far too soft and Peter has no qualm telling me so. Rose is delighted to have a dog around again, and I catch her giving Doris treats on the fly while winking at me. We’ve moved Doris into the main house, but keep her locked inside the family room at night.
Peter stands firm in saying she needs to be put outside into a kennel, but Rose has a softer approach. Rose and I enjoy a long chat over tea at lunch, and she confesses that they were not able to have children of their own, hence why they bred and cared for dogs over the years.
I call Mr. Carlin to confirm everything is okay, then I call Granny and Grandpa to explain that I’m not at my house in Uddingston, but that we’ll be coming up to visit them. That call was positively draining. The usual third degree came from Granny while she fired a million rhetorical questions then answered them for me. Grandpa came on the line and played his mouth organ. He told me how much he misses and loves me,
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