Indulge (BDSM Second Chance Romance)

Chapter One: Ellie As a military brat, drug all over God’s green earth every ninety days or less, I abhor traveling. The first few times I really remember going to far off places, it felt like an adventure, but the older I got….Well, the more it sucked. Don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing to see wonders of the world, but for me, the process of getting there is about a bitch with my motion sickness.I know that the only reason Annette insisted we take a train was because I’d said that it was the one way I’d never traveled in the past. No way am I going to correct or complain to a woman who granted me my first real vacation in what seemed like years.Annette is a family friend, and she and her husband have always been close with my parents. I don’t dissect or judge the relationship they had, but in some ways it does make me feel a bit…. divided.See, my parents were swingers. Meaning that Anton would sleep with my mom and Annette would sleep with my dad whenever they swapped. We met at a

Chapter Three: Ellie“I can show you,” he offers with a joking sort of sincerity that should be odd, but works for him...... and me....“Nice try, shoog, but I’m afraid I’m no fun at all.” I giggle a bit, keeping it light out loud at least. “I’m a serious stick in the mud and a terrible lay to boot.”“I like to form my own opinions,” smoother than silk no doubt, with a boyish grin and still the rest….. Well, that’s all man.“I’d say I’m a pretty fair judge, but you can always ask my ex who left me for a legal but teenage child if you’d like.” Well, so much for light conversation.“How old was he?”“Thirty six,” I say simply and dryly, without humor. “Beer gut and a bald spot as proof.”“Well, I’d say you have a Daddy complex, or he’s just a douche’ who doesn’t know how to please a real woman, but going from twenty-two to eighteen isn’t that big a leap.”“Well aren’t you sweet,” I can’t control the scoffing laugh at him calling me twenty-something. “But douche’ seems to be the general

Chapter Five: Ellie “You’re shy and obviously innocent as hell despite your little tough experienced girl act. Are you a sub, little Dove? Do you have an owner waiting for you,” I was caught between the question and him moving like a predator.“Hell no,” I managed not to stutter on that one and quickly backed my ass out of the bathroom, he still has no trouble following me though.“Calm down. I’m not trying to freak you out. I’d just like to get to know you better.”“Why,” the disbelief in my chocked voice laid out every insecurity in myself I ever tried to hide, and that harder half ensured I stopped it then and there, locking my feet in place, and stiffening my spine as best as I could manage.“You are an enigma, and a gorgeous one at that. So no games, no tricks, just us. What do you say?” There was as much sincerity in the comment as there was the question. The long pause in which I consider it, didn’t seem to sway him one bit.“I’d be retarded to turn you down, and I’d be stupid

Chapter Seven: Ellie  As we swam back to shore, my mind worked itself over and over trying to process what had just happened. I just begged a stranger to fuck me. What the hell was wrong with me? It was hands down the hottest and most incredible experience of my life with a man I didn’t even know.“None of that,” DJ scolded once we were on shore. He put his arm around me, and I was aware of the now crowding beach. It was written all over my face what we had just done. They all had to know.“They don’t care, they are doing the same things,” my almost lover pointed out a couple that was doggy style right there on the beach. “They get off on people watching,” the whisper was conspiratorial, intentional even. “It doesn’t matter what people think or see. Just that you enjoyed yourself,” it’s a well-thought-out reassurance, with DJ wrapping a large towel over my shoulders, before returning his arm to circle my waist.&n

Chapter Nine: DJ  As a true Italian boy, I never denied that women and pasta, were a severe weakness. Still, it was rare to never, I didn’t know when I was being a sucker. Even with my ex.Swapping was never my thing. It worked for my parents, but I was way too possessive. Only time the sharing situation worked for me was with my buddy Dom. I know Dominic is a dime a dozen when it comes to Italians.Man is the best friend I could ever ask for, but is married to his work. Strange is strange to him, and pairing with him never involves me stepping down or handing my girl off to another man. Just doubling down in the experience she has.Dom’s rigidity was in no small part why I trusted him. Even more than the females that I shared with him. Guess the bros before hoes bond, played as much as his steadfast, black and white view on the world being a lawyer.Bad example. He wouldn’t be the best at what he does if he didn