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Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen

By: coldhands_warmheart



PRINCE OF DARKNESS vs PROM QUEEN

coldhandsÌwarmheart ©2013

Hi --

This is my first submission to Literotica, so I'm looking forward to all comments.

Hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading.

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Chapter 1 -- Meeting the Prince

The iron gate was imposing. The damp night air was chilly. This part of town, with its mansion sized homes on expansive properties, hidden behind high stone walls and acres of woods, was downright intimidating, especially on this dark, misty, moonless night. Particularly when she was standing alone in front of the imposing iron gate because her taxi had taken off down the deserted street like the proverbial bat out of hell, the instant she paid the fare, and because this was about the last place she ever expected to find herself and her damned curiosity.

Why the hell had she ever agreed to take this assignment? Curiosity wasn't a good enough excuse. Imbecility might be a reason, maybe coupled with her desire to prove herself, get ahead, and be taken seriously as a writer. Laci loved writing, loved observing and talking to people, listening to their stories and situations, hearing about the things that made them do what they did and feel what they felt. She had been working at her present job since graduation -- all 18 months since graduation. The local magazine was up and coming, and for the first year, it looked as if she was up and coming right along with it. She started with mediocre jobs, but proved she could handle bigger things. It wasn't long before she started getting better assignments, always because she earned them, not because she stepped on anyone to get them. She was quiet, kept mostly to herself, but her colleagues liked her and the job was quickly evolving into her dream job. Until Frank Harding took over as her boss.

Something about him made Laci uneasy the first time she met him. He didn't look at her; he leered at her. As the weeks went on, he started coming on to her in a subtle, almost underhanded way. She didn't exactly rebuff him, but she tactfully made him aware she wasn't interested in anything except her job. That same job started to rapidly disintegrate. Instead of top stories, her assignments became covering events like the opening of a new petting zoo. She wasn't sure she could prove sexual harassment, since he never made comments in front of anyone else, and he had pretty much shaken up the entire magazine staff, so she wasn't being singled out, but everything about Frank made Laci's skin crawl. She started to put feelers out, looking for a new job, but jobs for novice writers were in short supply, and she had worked hard to achieve what she had so far. Still, she was beginning to think working anywhere was better than facing another of Frank Harding's repulsive glances or remarks.

She wished she hadn't left the newspaper on her desk, folded open to the article about the BDSM lifestyle. The article was interesting. Sure, she read FIFTY SHADES OF GREY, and so had millions of other people. She was curious, but it was just a book and a damned newspaper article. It wasn't as if she was showing up to work wearing her t-shirt that said 'SPANK ME'. Yes, she was curious, but she had always been curious about life and different lifestyles. Her curiosity helped contribute to making her a better writer, and part of that curiosity was about Donovan Corbett, Dominant, Master, Trainer of Sex Slaves, Mephistopheles in an Armani suit. He had been mentioned in the article, but had refused an interview.

Laci was aware of Donovan Corbett. Everyone in town was aware of Donovan Corbett. The man was a respected business owner and entrepreneur, who made no secret of his personal proclivities. Laci's natural curiosity had her wondering about the personal proclivities of other people in town, considering how readily he was accepted by almost everyone. No one seemed to have a bad word to say about the man. She had seen him in person only once, about a year earlier, at a community event. Dark hair, even darker eyes, over six feet tall, good looking, charismatic, and she could see why people might be drawn to him, just not enough to surrender themselves, body and soul. From that one sighting, whenever she read about him, she thought of him as the Prince of Darkness. Still, she was curious.

He was fascinating, intriguing and even though she was afraid to approach him, she wanted to ask a thousand questions. Who was the real Donovan Corbett? What mattered to him? Why had he made the choices he had? What did he like about being a dominant, being in control? Boxers or briefs?

She doubted he noticed her as she watched him that night. He looked sophisticated, well-traveled and well educated, as if he could select wine better than any sommelier, or speak more than one language, or know who designed his suit just by the way the button was attached. He also looked very spoiled, as though he never bothered to wonder how clean socks appeared when he needed them. She had the feeling if Donovan Corbett was in a laundry room, he wouldn't know the washer from the dryer. It was more likely, he'd have to ask directions just to get to the laundry room.

But, he certainly commanded attention. From the minute he walked into the room, every person, including Laci, had been aware of it. His presence was cold, aloof, guarded, and it was interesting how the way he stood, even the gestures he made were intimidating and masterful, although considering his line of work, that wasn't unexpected. He was surrounded by people the entire evening, yet he seemed almost.......lonely. Okay, that had to be her imagination. A man like Donovan Corbett wouldn't be lonely. Laci understood how it felt to be lonely and while it wasn't likely he'd shackle someone to a wall, work them over with a riding crop, then invite them for a beer, he probably had plenty of friends. Observing him that evening made Laci even more curious about the Prince of Darkness.

When Frank Harding saw the article on her desk, he made a number of off color, suggestive remarks, strongly sprinkled with innuendo, then he challenged her, almost dared her, to get an interview with Donovan Corbett, get the story he hadn't been willing to give the reporter of the article. Frank hadn't thought much of Laci's writing skills, so if she could pull this off, he said he'd start looking at her abilities differently and consider her for better assignments. Her curiosity and desire to get ahead won out.

Laci agreed, positive she wouldn't be given the chance to get close to him. Why would the Prince of Darkness agree to be interviewed by a novice and completely unknown writer, especially about his choice of lifestyle? To her jaw-dropping shock, Frank called her into his office and told her Donovan Corbett agreed to the meeting. She had been instructed to take a taxi and be there promptly at 7pm. Her return transportation would be arranged, which was why she was standing, alone, on a dark, deserted street, in front of the imposing iron gate to his home.

Suddenly, nothing about this seemed right and if the taxi hadn't taken off so fast, she probably would have changed her mind. It was so far out of town, even her cell phone wasn't getting reception. She wasn't familiar with this neighborhood and as Laci glanced around, she realized there weren't even any other houses close by. It was her, his dark home surrounded by even darker woods, and the iron gate with the Prince of Darkness on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she rang the bell.

At first, there was nothing, then a crackle of sound and a red light illuminated on the intercom box. Laci announced herself, watched the light go out and listened to the rumble of the iron gate as it swung open. Ahead she could see the grand, almost medieval style manor, the front door lit with a lantern on either side. Set far back from the road, it was going to take several minutes just to walk to that door. Laci started the trek, jumping when the gate slammed closed behind her. Instantly, she felt trapped, more than a little uneasy, and a lot like she was being watched. Taking a deep breath, trying to shake off her concerns, Laci continued towards the door.

Her concerns were well-founded. She was being watched.........by the Prince of Darkness, himself.

Donovan Corbett sat inside his manor, more than a little perplexed at the sight of Laci ambling up the driveway. The many security cameras allowed him to watch her approach, catching her apparent reluctance, noting how the sound of the gate startled her. She didn't look anything like the women Frank Harding usually sent. This one looked like she had been voted Prom Queen, or maybe teacher's pet. He'd bet anything she slept with a damned teddy bear. Still, looks could be deceiving.

Just look at Frank Harding....expensively dressed, wealthy and respected member of the community in public, depraved bastard behind closed doors. He had sent Donovan a number of women over the years, and when they were ready, Donovan sent them back. Perhaps that was a bit of a stretch. From the things he'd heard, Donovan wasn't sure any of them had actually been ready for what they faced at the hands of Frank Harding. The guy was pretty much nothing more than a twisted sadist with a lot of money who was willing to pay people like Donovan Corbett to do some preliminary dirty work he didn't have time for, but he paid well, and if the women were willing to enter into a relationship with Harding, it was none of Donovan's business.

Laci finally reached the door, and rang the bell. Donovan watched as she smoothed her hair and adjusted the collar of her blazer. She seemed slightly familiar and for some reason, he was instantly annoyed with her for getting involved with Frank Harding. A man ushered her into the house and towards the east wing where Donovan sat behind his desk.

The man opened a door and she entered. The door closed behind her and again she jumped slightly at the sound. It was like a little bit of sunshine entering his office. He suddenly remembered where he had seen her before. It had to have been at least a year ago at one of those endlessly boring community occasions he hated. He spent most of the evening watching her, watching him, and being annoyed rather than flattered. She wasn't watching him like women usually watched him. He remembered feeling like she had placed him under a microscope for observation.

Now he had the opportunity to observe her. She was rather tiny, not much over five feet tall, he guessed, and actually quite lovely with her long blonde hair and large cornflower blue eyes. If she was involved with Harding, the Prom Queen aura had to be an act. She hadn't just perfected the ability to look naïve and innocent. This one looked almost virginal. He could see why Harding would be interested in her, but what the hell did she see in Frank Harding? Probably his money and his power. That's what they all seemed to see. For some reason, Donovan's annoyance grew.

She tried to look and feel confident as she walked towards the desk, her hand extended. "Good evening, Mr. Corbett. I'm Laci Grace. Thank you for agreeing to see me."

Laci Grace. Even her name annoyed him. Of course her name would be Laci Grace. Anyone who looked as sugar and spice as she looked would have to have a name like Laci Grace. He wondered if it was her real name, or an identity she assumed to play her part. Donovan neither stood up nor reached for her extended hand. He sat silently in his chair, his dark eyes glittering cold and hard in the dimly lighted room. He had mastered the art of intimidation a long time ago.

Laci wasn't completely intimidated, in fact, she was more than a little annoyed at his apparent rudeness. When it became obvious he was not about to stand up like a gentleman, or shake her outstretched hand, she dropped her hand to her side and stood in front of the desk, watching him.

"You're late." The sound of his voice was deep, quiet, cruel, cutting, befitting the Prince of Darkness. The two words made Laci's insides shiver.

"I apologize, Mr. Corbett. I thought you said 7pm."

"It's 7:02pm."

Was he going to refuse to see her because she was two minutes late? "Again, Mr. Corbett, I'm sorry. I wasn't anticipating the walk from the gate to your front door to take as long as it did. Would you prefer to reschedule?"

"Is that an excuse?"

She wasn't sure why he had agreed to see her. He didn't seem at all inclined to share the story of his life plus she seemed to have annoyed him the minute she walked in the door. "No, Mr. Corbett. It's not an excuse. It's a fact."

"I don't tolerate excuses, Miss Grace, nor do I tolerate insolence. You've accrued three punishments. Not a good start considering you've been here less than one minute."

Laci stared at him in shock, expecting him to smile or laugh or tell her he was joking. He did none of those things. "Mr. Corbett, perhaps I should come back another time." As she turned, she heard a soft chime. Almost instantly the office door opened, and the man who had let her into the house entered the room, closed the door and stood silently, blocking her exit.

"Miss Grace, this is Victor, my houseman and assistant. He'll be of use to both of us during your stay. You may give him your clothes and we'll get started."

Laci turned back and looked directly at the Prince of Darkness. She was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute and his cold, almost calculating gaze didn't help. "During my stay? What do you mean, during my stay, and what do you mean, give him my clothes?"

Donovan glared at her, his dark eyes making Laci feel as though she was looking straight into the heart of Satan. "Miss Grace, you are trying my patience and accumulating punishments for every minute of my time you waste. Frank Harding already told me about your love of playing the hapless victim. I'm not interested in your playacting skills or in how you conduct your liaisons with Harding. I have a job to do." His voice got deeper, more thunderous with every word. "We can do this the hard way or the easy way. I assure you, the hard way will not be a problem for me. Now, strip!"

Laci did the best she could not to be intimidated by this brute. Even though her insides were shaking, she looked directly at him. "Mr. Corbett, we seem to have different ideas of how an interview is conducted. I'm sorry I disturbed you, and I thank you for your time. I'll see myself out."

She turned to the door, but Victor blocked her exit. It was obvious he wasn't moving to allow her to pass, as he stood in front of the door, watching her without any expression.

Donovan's tolerance had already exceeded its limits. If she wanted to do this the hard way, then it would be the very hard way. The sooner she learned, the better, especially if she was going to involve herself with Frank Harding. She deserved whatever she got.

"Okay, Miss Grace, we'll do this your way. Have a seat." He indicated a chair near the front of his desk. "Victor, bring our guest something to drink. What would you like, Miss Grace?"

Her curiosity made her wonder if the Prince of Darkness had balls the same size as his ego and audacity. "I don't want to have a seat and I don't want a drink. I just want to leave. Good-night, Mr. Corbett. Good-night, Victor." Again she started for the door, and again Victor's presence stopped her. "Please excuse me." She addressed her remark directly to Victor, who did not take even a small step out of her way.

"Miss Grace, you're being rude. I asked you to sit down. I certainly don't want to report to Mr. Harding how insolent you've been."

She'd had enough. "How dare you!" Her fury was not hard to miss. Donovan was actually enjoying it. No wonder Frank Harding found her so amusing. "I came here to interview you, at Mr. Harding's request. You've been beyond rude since I walked in the door, and far more insolent than I've ever thought of being. I don't care who you are and I don't care who you plan to report to, I'm leaving."

Donovan was beginning to understand why Frank Harding had sent her to him for training. She might enjoy role playing, but he was tiring of it, and was making a mental list of the variety of ways he was going to teach her about submission. "Miss Grace, you need to calm down. Have a sip of water."

Victor was at her side offering her a goblet of ice water. To calm her nerves, Laci reached for the cup and took a long swallow of cold water. She sight of Donovan Corbett sitting there, smirking at her, his eyes cold and impersonal, only made her even angrier. She ignored him, as she turned to the man standing at her side. "Thank you, Victor, and good night."

She headed directly for the door, and this time Victor did not stop her. Leaving the office, she headed down the hall, suddenly remembering she had no means of transportation, but she didn't care. She'd be damned if she'd ask Donovan Corbett to call a cab for her. She'd rather walk.

As she approached the front door, Victor passed next to her. "Allow me, Miss Grace," he said opening the door.

For an instant she stopped. "Thank you again, Victor." She started through the door, not taking more than a step, before the feeling of dizziness started to overwhelm her. She grabbed for the side of the door to steady herself, then tried for another step. As she slumped against Victor, she heard Donovan Corbett standing behind her. "I told you, Miss Grace, the hard way is no problem for me, in fact, I prefer it." The last thing she remembered was feeling as though a grey cloud was descending around her and the sound of a taunting laugh coming from the Prince of Darkness.

Chapter 2 -- The Lair

The cloud was lifting. Although still vaguely disoriented, Laci was starting to become more aware of her surroundings. She tried to lift her head, but it was fuzzy. She tried to move her arms and suddenly realized she wasn't able to move either her arms or legs because she was strapped down. As awareness returned, she was horrified to discover she was strapped to some kind of padded table, and she was completely naked. Burning with anger and humiliation she started to struggle, pulling at her bonds. She wasn't going anywhere.

From across the room, a voice invaded, "I see you're finally awake. I did warn you we could do this the hard way if that's what you preferred."

"You perverted bastard! Let me go! Who the hell do you think you are?" Her rage was more than a little obvious as she struggled harder, the realization sinking in that she was at this monster's mercy. "Why are you doing this to me? I've never done anything to you. Let me go!"

"I don't condone name calling, Miss Grace. Perhaps you need a lesson in manners." Donovan took his time strolling across the room.

Lying horizontally on the padded table, her wrists firmly tethered above her head, Laci couldn't see him until he was inches away from her. He moved swiftly, using all his strength, the narrow leather strap in his hand coming down hard, three times in rapid succession, across her upper thighs. The shock and pain was so intense, Laci couldn't even scream, as every bit of breath was knocked out of her. She lay silent, gasping, tears dripping from her frightened blue eyes.

"Victor, Miss Grace needs to cool off a bit. Move her to the ice chest."

She hadn't realized Victor was in the room, and she reddened with even more embarrassment. Moving behind her, he reached and released something under the table, tilting it so she was in a near vertical position, her arms still fastened above her head, her ankles strapped at the bottom. Now she was better able to take in her surroundings, horrified at what she was seeing.

This had to be the cave of hell, lair of the Prince of Darkness. Reading a few articles about bondage and discipline had not prepared her for the chains, ropes, hooks and straps hanging from the ceiling. Nor had they prepared her for the whips, paddles, and riding crops hanging from racks mounted to the walls, or the strange looking apparatus in every corner. When she arrived at Donovan Corbett's home, she was uneasy. When he met him, she was uncomfortable. When she opened her eyes and realized she was bound to the table, she was furious. Now, she was scared. And curious. What was he going to do?


Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 02



(c)2013

This is a continuation of Laci & Donovan's story. 

It would probably help to first read part one, PRINCE OF DARKNESS vs PROM QUEEN

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Chapter 1 The Devil Went Down to Georgia

The first wisps of morning light were filtering into the room as Donovan opened his eyes. Turning his head slightly, he saw her sleeping next to him, and with her long blonde hair feathered on the pillow, his mostly dark room was suddenly filled with her special sunshine.

Laci Grace was the most surprising and unique woman he had ever known, which perfectly fit the beginnings of their relationship. The first time he saw her, she didn't speak to him; but rather she watched him, making him feel like he was a laboratory specimen being examined under a microscope. The next time he saw her, he beat her ass with a paddle until it was almost the same color as her cornflower blue eyes, after which, she tried to scratch out his eyes. It was, unquestionably, a unique start to a unique relationship.

A relationship? That was not a word Donovan Corbett used very often. He wasn't sure he'd ever used it in regards to himself. Until he met Laci, he was certain his level of relationships would fall somewhere between a variety of one-night stands and interactions with short term submissives. 

Donovan had grown up in an affluent family, as in affluent with a capital 'A'. Between trust funds and inheritances, his family didn't have to work, and so most of them didn't. They were spoiled and sheltered, wasting both time and money on their own personal indulgences. Donovan was equally spoiled and equally wealthy. Correction – he had far more money than most of his relatives because he liked to work. He started his own business right out of college. Another correction – he started two businesses. The first acquired other companies, split them apart, merged them together, then rebuilt them to be bigger and better companies. The second business built his own reputation as a Dominant and Trainer of sex slaves.

It had been during his last year of college, that an acquaintance tempted him to visit a BDSM club. Located in a seedy part of town, it was the last place Donovan wanted to visit and the last activity he ever thought he'd participate in. With the interior decorated in black and gold, the place was a bit run-down, but he was surprised to find himself curiously fascinated. Then the curtain parted.

Donovan wasn't sure if he snapped or soared, but he knew what he was watching was going to have a major impact on his life. He had never been self-reliant in any way. There had never been a reason for anything even approaching self-reliance in his life. Since the day he was born, everything had been done for him. Between housekeepers, caretakers, maids, cooks, butlers, chauffeurs, gardeners, secretaries, stable hands, valets, housemen, personal shoppers, and managers, there was more staff than family occupying his house. He did nothing for himself. He didn't know where most of his belongings were. He wasn't sure he could find his way to the kitchen if he wanted a drink of water. Anything he needed or wanted appeared instantly. He controlled nothing, except telling other people what he wanted and when he wanted it. He probably could have had his own personal ass-wiper if he had demanded it.

He sat at the table that night, watching the happenings on stage, seeing absolute control in its purest form. To the left was a male, who was naked and shackled to a wooden rack. To the right was a naked woman, strapped spread-eagle to some kind of bench. The male was to be whipped for whatever infraction he had committed. The woman was about to be paddled, strapped, then caned for her sins. He expected to be horrified, but realized he was fascinated, finding himself a little perplexed at his own responses. 

It wasn't the degree of discipline; it was the reactions of those being disciplined. The male was being whipped raw, his back, ass, and thighs fiery red with welts. And he was enjoying it! Donovan would have whipped him harder just to shut him up and not have to hear the annoying sounds he was making. The woman was entirely different. She was much more fearful, but was also more repentant. Whatever it was she had done, she wasn't going to be doing it again. Donovan had no idea how he knew that, but he did.

The discipline session continued for quite a while. The male was getting off on his whipping, having way too much fun with the entire process. Was this reward or punishment? What was the point of punishment if he was enjoying it so much? The woman was silent, stoic, hardly flinching or making a sound...and in severe pain. Donovan seemed to know instantly when the discipline became too much for her, surprised that it took a couple of minutes longer for those inflicting her punishment to be aware. Luckily they did notice, and stopped, releasing her from her bonds and half carrying her to her Dom or Master. Donovan was relieved to see that whomever it was they brought her to, he appeared to be caring for her. The question in his mind was how had he known what she felt? These people were strangers. Even the guy who coerced him to visit the club was only an acquaintance. What type of instinct made him aware of what others were feeling?

Donovan started leading a double life. By day he was a straight A student in college. By night, he was a watcher and observer in the club. Turned out, he got straight A's there, as well. He listened & learned. His instincts got sharper. Eventually he became acquainted with the owners of the club and started working with them. He laid the foundation for his business life all through college. When he graduated, he made an easy transition from student to corporate mogul. It wasn't long before he also made the transition from observer and employee, to Master and Dominant. Donovan Corbett, who had grown up having everything done for him, suddenly had control in his life and his entire world. Suddenly, he had become 'Master Donovan' in every possible meaning of the title.

His professional career was going strong and getting stronger. He decided to build his personal career by converting part of one of his homes to a training facility for teaching and training sex slaves and submissives. He went through several assistants before finding Victor. Donovan and Victor were yin and yang. Victor could do everything Donovan couldn't. Donovan wasn't completely sure about Victor's background. He knew it was colorful, and had skirted the line between law-abiding and marginally crooked, however, his instincts told him he could trust Victor implicitly, and those instincts were not wrong. Victor was honest. Victor spoke his mind. Victor became confidant, conscience, and friend. Victor was not afraid of Master Donovan. He thought Donovan was a little crazy, but he was definitely not afraid.

Life settled into a comfortable routine. His corporate empire was growing bigger each year. His reputation as a trainer, one who would get excellent and rapid results, was growing as well. Already wealthy, he soon had more money than all his self-indulgent relatives combined, and he didn't care who knew what he did in his training facility. His reputation preceded him and every man and woman he met wanted to know more about the mysterious and enigmatic Donovan Corbett, the man who dismantled companies and trained sex slaves. The more contradictory he appeared, the more interesting he was and the more people wanted to know about him. Other than Victor, he kept everyone at arm's length. 

Then came the completely unexpected day Laci Grace blew into his world like a tiny, blonde, blue-eyed, force F4tornado, and his world still had not stopped spinning. Everything about her was different. She was beautiful and smart, curious about anything and everything including his personal and professional lives. She was more self-reliant than anyone he had ever known with the possible exception of Victor. If Laci wanted a drink of water she wouldn't waste her time finding the kitchen. She'd dig a damn well. She could handle a whip, not as an instrument of punishment, but as a weapon. She obviously had been absent from school the day 'submissive' was a vocabulary word since she clearly did not know the meaning of the term. Additionally, she didn't fear him, although he wasn't sure if she feared anyone or anything except loneliness. 

He was aware he was being watched. "Good morning," he said.

"It could be better than good," she said with that look in her blue eyes.

It was all he needed to hear. Mornings were hard, hot, and fast. Laci called it 'insta-fuck' time. Within seconds, he had pushed her legs apart and his rock hard cock was buried in her as he plowed balls deep into her always wet pussy. She immediately wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him in even deeper as her nails dug into his muscular shoulders. A little rough and quick as always, it didn't take long before he was panting, shuddering, and exploding inside her.

When their breathing returned to normal, she looked at him again. "Now it's a good morning."

She made him smile when others couldn't. "Now it's a great morning. Are you hungry?"

"For breakfast, or did you have something else in mind?"

He grumbled good naturedly, "It's highly unfair that I require a certain amount of recovery time, whereas you appear to have enough energy and staying power to partake in marathon encounters."

Her eyebrows were raised at his statement. "Encounters? Is that what we have? And may I point out how you don't appear to have any difficulty with your energy level and staying power when you're spanking my ass? You manage those marathon encounters just fine."

"Very true," he responded with satisfaction, "and how is your beautiful ass this morning?"

"Still recovering from last night's marathon," she tried grumbling back at him, her smile lighting up his day even more. "Your turbo-charged paddle was quite effective, and thank you for asking."

"I've been meaning to tell you something. I'll be going out of town for several weeks, but Victor will be here for most of the time. I won't need him until the last week or two."

"Several weeks?" she questioned, not looking at him. 

Donovan had been trying to think of a way to break the news to her not at all sure she was going to understand. He tried to sound nonchalant. "One of my clients wants me to come to his place to do some training. He heard that my training facility was burned to nothing but ash and asked if I'd consider going to his place. I've seen his place and it's state of the art, so I agreed. I'll probably be there about 6 weeks, then I thought I'd visit some of my other homes and decide where to build a new facility. That's when Victor will join me – for that last week or two."

She was off the bed quickly and already slipping into her robe. "Okay. I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for work." Without a backward glance, she was out the door.

Donovan watched her go, not sure how she had taken his news. She was the one person he could never read. In business dealings, he knew when an adversary was being forthright or bluffing. In dominant dealings, he knew when a slave or sub was on the verge of coming or breaking down. He almost seemed to know before they did, but he never knew what was on Laci's mind, no matter how hard he tried. She had some impenetrable shield around herself, and his instincts were useless every time.

Having Laci in his life was...complicated. Was that even the right word? Donovan wasn't sure. Eight months ago, when he asked her to live in his guesthouse, he hadn't been sure whether they would even be having a relationship. He hadn't been sure he wanted to have a relationship. Relationship. There was that word again. Was what he had with her a relationship?

Something about Laci Grace was intriguing. No, EVERYTHING about Laci Grace was intriguing. Before he got to know her, he thought she had grown up as spoiled and privileged as he had. He called her the Prom Queen. He was never wrong about people and for someone who read people almost instantly, Donovan had been shocked to discover just how wrong he had been about her. Even after eight months, he still didn't really know her. She kept so much of herself hidden away.

He had suggested the move to Georgia so that Laci would be able to drive to the ranch she loved, while having a job working for Donovan's cousin Marian. Marian Corbett was almost as tough as her favorite cousin when it came to business. She ran a visitor's bureau, and was owner and publisher of a tourist magazine that highlighted everything her city and state had to offer. Laci was one of her best writers and one whom had managed to discover all kinds of quaint, charming, and interesting places to go and things to do, that brought more and more tourists to local businesses. 

Her living only as far away as his guesthouse was perfect for Donovan. They both had their privacy. She was willing to help Victor take care of Donovan's home and Donovan, as well. She left him alone when he was working or wanted to be left alone, but when he wanted her, she was always available for him. It was perfect. It was like having a very passionate and always available sub, who wasn't really a sub, who never required discipline, but liked things just kinky enough to enjoy being spanked. And 'insta-fucked'. 

A perfect arrangement.



Chapter 2 The Best Plans

Victor was already in the kitchen when Donovan made his appearance. It always took Donovan a long time to get ready in the morning. His precise nature meant every hair had to be in place, his tie had to be tied exactly as he liked it, every crease had to be creased just so. 

Usually Laci was ready and in the kitchen helping Victor way before Donovan arrived. It annoyed him how she was always able to look perfect so effortlessly. It didn't matter if she was going to work or the market or to dinner at a five star restaurant. It didn't matter if she was wearing jeans with a sweater or blazer, or a little black dress with sky-high heels, it usually took her about fifteen minutes to get ready and look perfect. Every nail, both fingers and toes would be polished without a smear or chip. Her makeup would be flawless. There wouldn't be a single wrinkle or crease anywhere. Every one of her silky, blonde hairs would be in place. It always irritated the hell out of him, so he was surprised when she wasn't in the kitchen with Victor. "Where's Laci?" he demanded.

Victor was used to Donovan's moods and idiosyncrasies. He could read Donovan almost as well as Donovan read other people. He also understood Laci and relished Donovan's exasperation when her thoughts and behavior remained a complete mystery to his boss. "She went to work. How do you want your eggs?" 

"What do you mean 'she went to work'? What about breakfast? She has breakfast with us every morning. That's our routine." 

Donovan was scowling and Victor enjoyed when the day started with one of Donovan's scowling moods. It meant that there were going to be interesting things on the horizon. "Well, I guess she changed the routine. She said 'good morning' when she passed through on her way to the guesthouse and about fifteen minutes later she said she was going to work and told me to have a wonderful day. I promised her I would do just that. How do you want your eggs?"

"She didn't say she had to be at work early."

"Maybe she did and you didn't hear her. Wouldn't be the first time. Poached?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Over easy?"

Donovan snorted with frustration. Victor constantly accused him of not listening, when clearly it was Victor who heard only what he chose to hear. "I decided to go to Texas to train that client's slaves. I told Laci earlier, and now I'm confirming it with you. I should be gone for about six weeks. It'll be great to be training again, be back in control of things. I'll call when I'm ready to leave and you can join me in Stone Edge. I think that's the best place for a new training facility. Golden Ridge and Calderwood might work, as well, but I'm thinking Stone Edge. What do you think?"

"Soft boiled? Hard boiled?"

"Now who's not listening?"

"Oh, I'm listening, I'm just ignoring you."

"May I remind you that I pay your salary?"

"Yes you do, and you might also want to remind yourself you can hardly find your way to the front door without my assistance. Fried?"

"Victor, what's on your mind. You're giving me that look."

"Which look would that be, Donovan? Scrambled?"

"Would you stop talking about the damn eggs? The look you are giving me that clearly says you know something I don't know but should know, and you're not going to tell me what you know because you think I should already know it."

"Why do you need so many fucking houses? You can only live in one at a time."

"It's not like I can't afford them. I like to move around. You know that. I like living in different places."

"You haven't moved around for the last eight months."

"Yes I have. I've been on several business trips."

"You've been on two business trips. One was over night and one lasted an entire three days. For the last eight months you've pretty much stayed put, about as stayed put as you've ever stayed. Why do you want to ruin that?"

"Ruin what?"

"Deviled? Egg salad?"

This was supposed to be a good day. It started with an 'insta-fuck'. It was supposed to be a great day. First Laci disturbed the routine and now Victor was in one of his moods. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Make sure all my bags are packed tonight. I'll be in Texas for about six weeks and I'll call you when I'm on my way to Stone Edge. Any questions?" He used his most dominant and intimidating tone of voice, knowing fully Victor would not be even slightly impressed.

"Omelet?"

The day got progressively worse. One of the companies his corporation was in the process of acquiring was suddenly under investigation for fraudulent business practices. That company was to have been split and merged with another company. That meant a complete reorganization. It was annoying, but he was used to such things. 

The client in Texas was an even bigger annoyance, calling three times to discuss training modifications. Master Donovan neither needed nor cared about training modifications. He took his jobs seriously and was a professional who neither required nor desired coaching from the sidelines. 

At the end of the long, annoying, and arduous day, it was a relief when Victor was waiting to drive him back to his house. Donovan had already planned his evening. He'd have a relaxing drink in the garden with Laci. She'd ask about his day, he'd tell her how hard it had been and she would be appropriately sympathetic. She was good at making him feel better. Then he would have a relaxing dinner with Laci and Victor. Victor had been cooking his meals for years, and Laci was even better at cooking than Victor. Donovan never understood how they could take a variety of ingredients and put everything together the way they did, but he supposed it didn't really matter as long as it tasted good...and it always tasted good. Victor would probably want to go over everything he had packed for Donovan's trip to Texas. They always did that. It was part of the routine. 

After dinner, he'd finish up a few last minute work details, then he'd have the rest of the evening for playtime with Laci. He wondered what she'd like to do. She usually liked it when he tied her to his big bed and did all sorts of evilly wonderful things to her. Once she asked if she could reciprocate and tie him to the bed, and do wonderfully evil things right back, but he had vetoed her idea immediately. Subs didn't tie masters to anything. He threatened to punish her if she ever dared suggest such a thing again. Then he hadn't seen her for three days, when she took an unexpected trip to the ranch. Victor swore repeatedly she told him she was going, and he hadn't been listening, as usual.




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 02



None of that mattered at the moment. For right now, he was going to enjoy his evening. Tomorrow he would be in Texas and was going to resume his dominant persona of Master Donovan. After that he'd visit three of his properties. Victor might have been right when he said Donovan owned more houses than he needed, but he usually visited all of them at least once a year. He liked not being stuck in one place. Stone Edge. Somewhat isolated on the top of a hill, it would be perfect for a training facility and he had plenty of ideas for what he could do. Stone Edge was perfect. Maybe he'd consider selling Golden Ridge. He'd never really liked that place as much as the others. He'd think about it later. For right now, he just wanted to relax and play with Laci. He might have to spank her for skipping out on breakfast. It was, after all, the most important meal of the day and part of the routine.

It was later than usual so she should be back from work. She didn't meet him at the door the way she sometimes did. That was understandable since he had not arrived at the usual time. 

The study. Maybe she heard him coming and went to prepare his drink. She was always available to do little things like that for him, but not today. The study was empty. 

The kitchen. She was probably helping Victor with dinner. Laci and Victor got along like they had known each other for years. She understood him and he seemed to understand her, which made Donovan's life much easier, but it also annoyed the hell out of him, since most of the time, he didn't understand either of them. He could smell dinner cooking, but the kitchen was empty.

The garden. Maybe she was waiting for him there. She knew how much he liked to sit and enjoy a relaxing bit of time after working. She always asked how his day was and about his business dealings. She really listened to his answers. He knew, because she asked wonderful questions. He was always surprised at how quickly she grasped the different concepts of what he was doing, sometimes better and faster than the people working for him. There was no one in the garden.

Maybe she was working late. Must be busy at the magazine if she went in early and was working late. Marian Corbett was a tough boss and she worked long hours, although she had mentioned several times how much easier her job had become since Laci was around. That must be it. She was working late.

Victor was in the kitchen when Donovan returned to the house. "What time will Laci be home from work?" he asked Victor.

Victor gave him a strange look, which wasn't at all unusual. Victor seemed to give him a lot of strange looks these days. "Umm...it's Friday."

"Thank you for the update, Victor, but I usually know what day it is. What time will Laci be back?"

"Sunday."

"Sunday? What do you mean Sunday?" Donovan was nearly shouting.

"She drove up to the ranch." Victor remained calm.

"Why'd she drive up to the ranch? She's spending more and more time at that fucking ranch. I'm leaving in the morning. I wanted her here tonight."

"Did you tell her? She probably would have changed her plans if you'd told her you wanted her to stay. Unless...."

"Unless what?"

Victor looked at him with exasperation. "You forgot she was going up there, didn't you? She told you on Monday and you either forgot or weren't listening to her again. She probably figured it didn't matter as long as you were leaving, so the only one you should be irritated with is yourself. Girl's not a fucking mind reader."

'You're both fucking mind readers and neither of you seem to have any fucking trouble reading my fucking mind when it suits your purposes, but whenever I need to have my mind read, you both manage to fucking become totally illiterate."

Victor's strange look was back. "Do you hear yourself? Maybe it's good you're planning to get away for a while. You seem very stressed."

The day started great, then Laci walked out of the room and nothing had gone the way it was supposed to. "Yes, I'm stressed. I had business deals falling apart left and right and I was looking forward to a few relaxing hours here tonight. I know what's going on. She's mad because I'm going to Texas without her. That's why she went to the ranch, isn't it? I'm right, aren't I?"

"Donovan, are you okay? I mean....you're not really making sense. Monday, Laci told you she was driving to the ranch after work on Friday. Earlier you said you told Laci about Texas this morning, so how do you figure she's mad for something you told her today when she already told you her plans four days ago? And what makes you think she wants to go to Texas? She has a job she loves. She's not just going to walk away from it. She has no interest in training slaves. You're imagining things.

"Then why'd she leave and go to that damned ranch, again?" 

Victor had become accustomed to seeing his boss pout. It was always interesting to watch Donovan's reactions when Laci did something unexpected. 

From the first time Victor started working for Donovan, he was always impressed at how controlled his boss was. Donovan Corbett was a brilliant man. His instincts about people were unmatchable. Victor had never seen anyone able to manipulate and maneuver the way Donovan could. He carried facts and figures in his head and had a memory like a computer. With the strength of an iron-willed puppeteer, he commanded everyone and everything in his presence, and truly was Master Donovan in both his traditional business world and in his world as a dominant. 

Of course it was amusing how useless Donovan was with the mundane tasks of life, considering his incredible business sense, but it was understandable. He'd always had others to do those tasks for him, never had to bother himself with things that didn't interest him, and was genuinely appreciative others had the skills he lacked. He was in absolute control of everything that mattered most to him. Until Laci came along.

Laci was a mystery. Donovan had never known anyone like her, maybe because there weren't many people around like her. She had been on her own for years, set goals for herself and followed through with them. Both he and Donovan admired how hard she had worked making sure she graduated high school, putting herself through college, throwing herself 100% into everything she did. 

Laci could have turned out to be a very different kind of person. She could have been angry and bitter at the curves thrown into her world, but she wasn't. She was almost always cheerful and agreeable. She was also mostly unmanageable, which constantly threw curves into Donovan Corbett's world. Donovan liked order, routine, and complete control. Laci followed her own rules. 

"Well, why'd she go to the ranch again? She spends more time there than she spends here."

Victor stopped what he was doing and looked at his boss with concern. "Donovan, seriously, what's going on with you? She loves the ranch, you know she thinks of it as home, and she only goes up there about once a month. Don't you think you're over reacting?"

Instead of answering, Donovan glowered and stomped out of the room. He'd make his own drink. He wasn't that helpless. Then he'd sit in his garden and unwind, sorting through the day's trials by himself. If he had turned around, he would have seen Victor's lips twitching, trying to conceal a smile.



Chapter 3 Tying Privileges part I

"Donny is actually thinking about leaving Georgia?" Marian sounded shocked.

Donovan had been in Texas for nearly a month, and Victor was enjoying his time off. He was also enjoying dinner with his two favorite ladies in the entire world: Laci and Marian Corbett.

Marian Corbett had grown up with her cousin and understood the life he came from and the life he created for himself, perhaps because she also craved a certain amount of control. Many of her needs were channeled into her business. While not as large as Donovan's enterprises, she ran her world with the same iron-fisted will, and she carried just as many facts and figures in her own computer-like brain. She believed her decision to hire Laci was one of the smartest she'd ever made, but she was almost as mystified by her blue-eyed writer as her cousin Donny was. What did Laci see in Donny Dominant?

Laci had volunteered to clean up after dinner, leaving Victor and Marian alone in the garden. The two had noticed each other years before, but Donovan's infrequent trips to his house in Georgia and his desired to remain unsettled, had kept them from doing anything about their interest until eight months ago. Now they were together as much as possible – a fact not lost on Laci.

Victor sighed his usual trying to be gruff sigh, "Honey, I'm not sure what he's thinking. How can I know when he doesn't even know what he's thinking? The guy's got houses all over the world, and not one single place he calls home."

"That's a very profound and insightful statement," Marian responded.

Victor gave her his usual lopsided grin. "High praise coming from the lady journalist, but it also happens to be true. When he set up his training facility in the manor, he was there more than most of his other places, but that was only because he was conducting business. We'd be there for a few weeks, he'd do his training, then we'd be off to one of the other places. When he needed to, he'd go back. I know you don't condone his alternate business, but he's a damn good trainer. Master Donovan gets quick and lasting results, which is why he's got the reputation he does. Of course, as soon as he would finish with the current batch of slaves, he was always ready to move on."

"I still can't believe Laci's ex-boss wanted Donny to train her as a sex slave. I also can't believe he set fire to Donny's house. Whatever happened to that horrible man?"

"Not exactly sure," Victor answered, mostly truthfully, "but considering who Donovan turned him over to, I'm sure we've seen the last of him."

"And Laci saved both of you from him with her whip skills, for which I'm quite grateful, although I was shocked when she showed me what she could do with that thing. Who would ever believe she could handle a weapon like that, someone as tiny as she is?"

Victor chuckled at Marian's statement. "Should've seen the look on Donovan's face when he saw it. Wish I'd had a damn camera that day. Actually, now that I think about it, I could probably take a picture of him just about any time. He gets that same look on his face every time he sees her. Maybe if I took a picture and showed it to him, he'd see what we see."

"You mean that he's crazy about her?"

"Or crazy in general. Haven't figured it out for myself yet. Look, Marian, I know he's your cousin and all, but he's the biggest contradiction I've ever seen. He loves the power and control when he's working or training. He needs that. I get it. But then she comes within 100 yards of him and his dominant side starts doing battle with his desire to please her, only she never wants very much and he's always at a loss. He's dominantly submissive and submissively dominant at the same time and he can't handle it. The poor guy's brain is going to explode one of these days from dealing with all the opposing forces."

"Laci is never going to be submissive."

"You're mostly right about that, and he knows it, too. I mean she submits to him, but she has her limits. I hear them talking and she doesn't really agree with his choice to be a trainer, but she accepts it and handles him as well as she handles one of her whips. He'll go on and on, trying to justify what he does and why he does it. She sits quietly, respectfully, listens to him, then she says 'okay' and goes about her business. She's pretty smart. She knows it's a waste of time to argue with him or try to change his mind, so she just agrees without really agreeing. Drives him bat-shit crazy. Gotta love her for that."

"If he goes through with building a new training facility, would you go with him?"

"Not sure. Don't really want to, especially now that you and I have developed our own 'Dom-of-the-day' relationship. Donovan has no idea that creative dominance runs in the family, although I'm pretty sure Laci has it figured out. She never says anything, but I get that look from her sometimes. Hell, I like it when you tie me to the bed and have your way with me. Donovan doesn't know what he's missing."

Marian leaned over for a kiss. "Well, I like it even more when you tie me to the bed and do the things you do. You've obviously been paying close attention to Donny's training techniques. You haven't answered my question, though. Would you go with him?"

"Honestly, honey, I'm not sure. Until he came here, the longest he's ever stayed in one place was about two months. When he hit the sixth month mark here in Georgia, I thought he'd finally found what he's been looking for."

"You mean Laci?"

"Partially Laci, but also some contentment. He's told me what it was like when the two of you were growing up, and how he never really felt like he had a home because of all the servants. I'm sure one of the reasons he's got houses everywhere is because he's trying to find a home. I think he's found it here, but he's not ready to see it. He doesn't realize how much in common he has with Laci, or how lucky he is to have found her. She looks like spun sugar on the outside, but she's tougher than nails on the inside, and she deals with him as well as I do. She doesn't always agree with him, but she gets him, and she tolerates his idiosyncrasies and his idiocy. She's pretty special. I have a feeling he would be lost without her. I know he'd be lost without me." Victor looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, I just might be able to use that to our advantage. I'll have to give it some thought, but for the moment, I'm thinking about a little creative domination of our own. First one to the bedroom gets tying privileges."

"We both know you're going to do everything you can to lose that race."

He leaned over for a kiss of his own. "We both know you're right."

In the kitchen, Laci had been able to eavesdrop on most of their conversation. She was smiling when she heard them discussing their relationship. She had been pretty sure Victor and Marian indulged in plenty of creative domination, and hearing them talking about it made it clear how happy they were. Donovan didn't seem to have any idea, although that wasn't a surprise. She doubted he'd be thinking of his cousin in any type of sexual situation. That would be too weird even for Master Donovan.

Master Donovan. That just wasn't going to happen. She was too self-reliant to be submissive. It just wasn't in her nature, not that her playtimes with him weren't fun. She didn't even mind the paddle he used, although she liked it better when he used his hand. It was more personal and intimate, although she wasn't sure he felt that way. He also probably didn't realize how the many years of riding horses at the ranch, had made her ass hard and muscular. It hardly ever hurt at all when he spanked her, and he was always so sweet and caring after, so if it gave him the feeling of control he seemed to need, she could deal with it. 

She often asked him about both professions, and he told her quite willingly. He was proud of what he had accomplished in the world of business, and how little he thought of his useless relatives who did almost nothing with their time. Donovan wasn't exactly the type to be close to someone, so she supposed his affection for Marian stemmed from the fact she was almost as driven as he was, and he admired that drive and her tenacity. 

He also never tried to hide what his life as a dominant was all about. While it wasn't a way of life she could relate to, she found his stories fascinating. Nothing about it shocked her. Having spent so many years on a ranch, the only girl with a group of rough and tumble cowboys, there wasn't much that shocked her. The night, eight months ago, when they sat together on the beach on his private island, and he told her he was attracted to her was probably the most shocking thing he'd ever said. Of course he was pretty shocked, as well, when she indicated the attraction was mutual.

Now, eight months later, she was sort of living with him, and sort of not. If she was being honest with herself, she couldn't really define what type of arrangement they had, other than it was entirely of Donovan's choosing. They had 'encounters'. He made all the rules, because that's what he always did. He took all the control because that's what made him most comfortable. Donovan Corbett lived his life by his own standards and routine, not all of which were agreeable to Laci. 

The eight months she had spent with him had been good months. He was the best looking, sexiest, and most spoiled man with whom she had ever been involved. His ego was enormous, and it was shot to hell every time he realized she could do something he couldn't. Did it really matter if she could make coffee without blowing up the kitchen? Did it really matter if she could get dressed faster than he could? Did it really matter if she could throw some ingredients in a bowl and end up with chocolate chip cookies? It sure mattered to Donovan Corbett. The most insignificant things bothered him, but she was, who she was, and she'd been through too much in her life to change for him or anyone else.

Maybe it was time to move on with her own life, out of Donovan's guesthouse, and out of his life. If he wanted to build a new training facility and start training again, she would be spending a lot more time on her own anyway. She wasn't ever going to be submissive and that was what he needed and wanted. She knew she wasn't going to miss that damned paddle of his, but she was a little surprised to realize how much she'd miss him.

In Texas, the training session was complete. He'd accomplished amazing things with his client's slaves in record time. The client was beyond happy and the slaves had learned a new level of respect, so Donovan was feeling quite pleased with himself. There was no doubt in his mind; he was born to be a dominant and trainer. Too bad he couldn't train Victor as easily as he trained slaves. He'd been calling for the last few hours and the phone had not been answered. Where the hell was he? He was probably with Marian. It wasn't as if they tried to hide their mutual attraction, but what Victor and Marian did when they were alone wasn't something Donovan needed to know, or even think about. Marian was like a sister and Victor was almost like a brother, so they could keep their quasi-incestuous relationship to themselves. Laci would probably know what was going on with them. Maybe he'd ask her.

He hadn't spoken to her since the morning before he'd gone to Texas. He started the trip angry at her for going to the ranch. That was not proper behavior for a submissive and he would have to have a very long and serious discussion with her. Maybe he would even have to punish her. For starters, he decided not to speak to her the entire time he was in Texas. That would teach her a lesson. Now that he was feeling good about himself as a trainer, it was about time she started to understand who was in control of their relationship. Damn. Did they even have a relationship? He was still trying to figure it out.

His weeks of training others had not enlightened him about Laci. She was as much of a mystery as ever, and what he expected from her was an even bigger mystery. He wanted her to be submissive, yet he didn't. He liked her the way she was. He liked talking to her and telling her about his life and business. He liked that she used her brain and wasn't some damned robot. He liked having her around, helping to take care of him and his needs. All his needs. Whatever Victor and Marian were doing in their bedroom couldn't compare to what he and Laci did in theirs. No. That was wrong. It wasn't their bedroom. It was his bedroom. She had her own over at the guesthouse. Maybe he should tell her to move to the main house. Right. Like she was going to listen to him and just do that. Sure she would. Maybe when there were fucking pigs flying over blue moons and snowballs in hell.




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 02



He had to start facing the fact Laci was not a submissive. She was not slightly submissive, or semi-submissive, or a submissive wannabe. Of course, she wasn't exactly dominant either. That was a shame because she could be working with him in his new training facility. The way she handled a whip would put many other dominants and trainers to shame. Donovan wasn't even sure he could handle a whip the way she could, although he'd never tell her that. 

He tried his call to Victor again. Still no response. Where the hell was he and what the hell was he doing? Maybe he should call Marian's place if he wanted that question answered. Damn. He was going to have to leave a message. Donovan hated leaving messages. "Victor, it's me. May I remind you that I pay you to answer the phone when I call and I don't know where the hell you are or what the hell you're doing but you better have a pretty damn good reason for why you're not doing your job. The training went better than expected and I'm heading to Stone Edge tomorrow afternoon. I'll expect you to meet me at the airport, if you can manage the time away from your other activities. And tell my cousin I said hello. Oh, and Victor....bring Laci with you. I'm sure she'd enjoy seeing the house. Confirm that you received this message." 

Everything was falling into place. He'd leave Texas in the morning and be at Stone Edge in the afternoon. Victor would meet him and Laci would also be there waiting for him. He'd see her tomorrow afternoon. They might even manage an 'insta-fuck'. It was all perfect. A perfect arrangement.



Chapter 4 Road Trip

Victor was waiting patiently when Donovan climbed down the steps from his private plane. He had responded to Donovan's call with a brief text: 'Message received. See you in Stone Edge.' Victor never sent text messages. Laci must have done it for him.

Where was Laci? Victor was there, but he didn't see Laci. She probably went inside to make sure her hair was perfect. That would be just like her. For some reason, the thought made him smile.

The crisp, clean mountain air felt great after sitting on the plane for a couple of hours. Donovan stood by the car while Victor retrieved his luggage and loaded it in the vehicle. When he didn't make a move to enter the car, Victor finally asked, "Are you ready? We should probably get going so we don't hit too much traffic."

"Just stretching my legs after sitting so long, besides, we have to wait until Laci gets back."

"Umm....Laci's not here."

"What the hell do you mean she'd not here?" Donovan exploded. "I told you to bring her so she could see the house. Don't tell me she's at the ranch again?" Victor held the car door and Donovan climbed in, grumbling the entire time. Without a word, Victor started driving and headed toward the highway leading to Stone Edge. When Victor continued driving without saying a word, Donovan was forced to ask, "Where is she?"

"How'd the training go?" Victor wanted to know.

"Went better than expected. Don't think I've ever finished a session so fast and that means the client was pleased. Wants me to go back next year. At least when he saw the results, he shut up about his damned training modifications and decided to leave the job to the professional. Where's Laci?"

"How about the rest of your business? Everything going well there? Must be hard concentrating on both businesses at the same time."

"Everything is just fine," Donovan answered impatiently. "There's always bumps along the way, but nothing I can't handle. Luckily I can log on anywhere in the world and resolve what needs to be resolved quickly and efficiently. Where's Laci?"

"Technology is pretty amazing these days. Must make both your jobs much easier. Computer working okay? Doesn't need any kind of service or anything?"

"Victor you don't give a damn about my computer and you know it. Where's Laci?"

"How was the weather in Texas? Last time you got back, you complained for a week about how hot it was? Hope it wasn't too bad this trip."

"The weather was fine. "Where's Laci?"

"That a new shirt?"

"Victor, is your game of Twenty Questions over, because I have only one.....where the hell is Laci?"

"Are we playing Twenty Questions? Haven't played that in years. How many did I ask? Probably have at least 15 or 16 left. This'll be fun. Make the drive go much faster. When we're done wanna play Spot the License Plate? That's a good game."

"Sure, Victor. Right after we play the boss chokes his employee game. I'm trying to be patient, now where is Laci?"

"Did you say ancient? Donovan, you're far from ancient. A little stuffy sometimes, but not ancient. Ancient would imply you're feeble or decrepit, infirm, moth-eaten. You're none of those things. You're.....venerable. That's a great word to describe you. Venerable. Never ancient."

"Victor, I did not say ancient. I said I was patient." Donovan was starting to shout. "I said patient, Victor, as in calm, composed. Patient as in easy-going, as in it's GOING to be EASY to call what I'm about to do to you justifiable homicide. That's homicide, Victor, as in murder, slay, kill. Where is Laci?"

"Vocabulary game, huh? That's a good game too, but license plates is better."

"Victor, where the fuck is Laci?"

"Who?"

"Annihilate. Slaughter. Rub-out."

"Okay. We can play vocabulary. Still think license plates is better."

"VICTOR! WHERE IN THE FUCKING HELL IS LACI?"

Oh, Laci? She's hanging out with Trent Nichols."

Donovan was almost speechless. "What?"

"What? Which what? Or is it what what?"

"Massacre. Obliterate."

"C'mon Donovan. Make up your mind. Vocabulary or license plates. Can't have it both ways."

Donovan was one step away from snarling. "Victor, why is Laci hanging out with Trent Nichols? And are you talking about Trent Nichols, the actor? That's actor, Victor, as in performer, entertainer. That Trent Nichols?

"You forgot thespian."

"VICTOR!"

"Seriously, Donovan. You really need to review the vocabulary for patient. Not sure you understand the meaning of that word too well. It means serene, placid, bucolic. Good word to know."

"Victor, what the hell is going on? Where is Laci and why is she with Trent Nichols and if you don't stop screwing around, you're going to be the one learning the word patient....as in employee requiring medical attention when's he's hospitalized because his boss tries to kill him."

"Do you know about the movie?"

"WHAT MOVIE?" Donovan was shouting again.

"Right after you left for Texas, some film crew came in. Been shooting a movie this whole time up at one of the old plantations right outside of town. Sounds like it's gonna be good. Something about a ghost on a plantation and a bunch of people take photographs of the house and the ghost shows up in every picture, but none of the people know each other and the pictures are taken at all different times, but the ghost is always there. You love those paranormal things. Definitely should go see it."

"Victor, I don't care about the movie or the fucking ghost. I want to know where Laci is?"

"I just told you. She's hanging out with Trent Nichols. See how you never pay attention."

"Why is she hanging out with him, Victor? Why isn't she here? I wanted her to see Stone Edge."

"Donovan, we're talking about Trent Nichols. Trent Nichols. Why would she want to go see some big, old, isolated, depressing, cold, stone mausoleum of a house when she has the chance to hang out with Trent Nichols? If you can't figure that out, you must be getting ancient."

"Victor," Donovan was taking deep breaths to control his anger, "I'd strongly suggest you carefully consider the answer to my next question before you answer it, because your life truly depends on it. Can you define 'hanging out'?"

"Less serious than dating. More serious than casually getting together. I lost track. Was that one of the Twenty Questions or are we back to vocabulary?" 

A few more deep breaths. "Why is she hanging out with Trent Nichols? Is there a specific reason?"

"It's Trent Nichols. Isn't that reason enough? And she's interviewing him for the magazine. Marian's pretty happy about it. A bunch of people tried to get interviews but the only one he agreed to talk to was Laci. She was pretty excited. Isn't everyday a big star like Trent Nichols comes to town."

"Why did he agree to talk to Laci?"

"Dunno. Maybe it's because she asks good questions. Remember when she was going to interview you. She had some great questions. He must've liked her questions."

"Bullshit! It has nothing to do with her questions. He took one look at her and that's why he wants to talk to her and you know it. Damn degenerate. Fucking slime ball. He's only after one thing."

"You're not jealous or anything, are you Donovan? I mean it's not like you're interested in anything she does or who she does it with. Nah. You can't be jealous."

"Victor, jealousy is an over-rated emotion. I'm simply concerned. Laci's very young and naïve. Getting caught up in the glamour of being around a movie star is understandable and it wouldn't be hard for someone like Trent Nichols to take advantage of her."

"Uhh.....We talking about the same Laci? The Prom Queen? Wonder Woman with a whip? The one who calls you the Prince of Darkness? That Laci?"

"Victor, you're being ridiculous. Laci is free to go anywhere she wishes and see anyone she wants. I'm simply expressing concern for her welfare. And she hasn't called me the Prince of Darkness in months."

"Maybe not to your face."

"Are you trying to make me crazy?"

"C'mon Donovan. Can't blame that on me. You were crazy long before I met you. Even Marian says so. She says it's been years since your elevator made it to the top floor, but I think it's nice how concerned you are about Laci."

"Exactly."

"Course that doesn't explain why you're been hanging onto the dashboard with a steel grip for the past few miles. Your fingers are almost the same color as the Prom Queen's pretty, blue eyes."

Self-consciously Donovan removed his hand and flexed his fingers. "Did it ever occur to you that I'm hanging on for dear life because of the way you happen to be driving? I feel like I need a crash helmet every time I get in the damn car with you."

"Uh....Donovan? We've been stuck in traffic ever since we got on the highway. Haven't driven over 25 miles an hour. You sure you don't wanna play license plates? Might help relax you."

"Victor, I'm saying this as nicely as I can....... SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP AND DRIVE!"

What was happening to his orderly and routine life? He had a routine and every minute, of every hour, of every day, was organized, structured, systematic. Fuck! Now he was playing the damned vocabulary game by himself! His days were set up to be efficient. That was how he had become so successful. Everything was arranged perfectly. It was a perfect arrangement until Laci decided to start hanging out with some fucking, two bit, sleaze ball actor, who liked her questions. Sure he did. He was just crazy about her questions.

"Here's the house," Victor announced."

Donovan got out of the car and looked around. Stone Edge. Victor was right. It was a big, old, isolated, depressing, cold, stone mausoleum of a house. He got back in the car. "Let's get out of here."

"Whatever you say, Donovan. Maybe we can play I-Spy on the way back. That'd be fun."



Chapter 5 Tying Privileges part II

He'd been back for seven hours. He'd been waiting for seven hours. He knew it was seven hours, because he'd been watching the clock for seven, very long hours, and she still wasn't home. He'd sent her a text the minute the plane landed, informing her he was back in Georgia. He'd received an almost immediate response. She had answered and said 'okay.' Donovan was starting to hate the word 'okay'. 

When she hadn't returned to the house after a reasonable 20 minutes, he called Marian. Marian was excited to learn Victor was back. Maybe excited wasn't the right word. Marian was in a state of blissfully, ecstatic euphoria to learn Victor was back, and Laci was on set with Trent Nichols. It was scheduled to be an exceptionally long shoot day, because the cast and crew had to return to Hollywood. He was also supposed to give Victor a message: to tell him Marian had missed him so much, she was claiming tying privileges. Donovan was certain he didn't care to know what that meant. 

At least there was one bit of good news. Trent Nichols would soon be leaving to return to Hollywood which was, unfortunately more than 2000 miles from Georgia. Such a shame he wouldn't be able to just drop in any time he wanted to admire Laci's questions. Especially sad considering Victor got blissfully, ecstatic euphoria and tying privileges, and the only thing Donovan got was 'okay'. Okay. Damned word should be banned from the English language.

It was obvious he was going to have to have a very long, in-depth talk with Laci. She needed to understand how inappropriate her behavior was. Submissives in uncertain relationships did not disappear to ranches without warning. They did not use the word 'okay'. They did not hang out with Trent Nichols. They were supposed to be meek, humble, ready and willing to serve their masters. Maybe she hadn't read the handbook. There had to be a submissive handbook somewhere, and if there wasn't, maybe it was time he wrote his own damned submissive handbook. She'd have no excuses. It would all be written down, every single rule, and she could read the entire thing and ask as many questions as she wanted...before she used one of her whips to wrap the book around his neck. 

It was close to daybreak before he heard her come in. She was in the kitchen getting the coffee started when he walked through the door with his best scowling and dominant demeanor. Even though it was still dark outside, the room was full of sunshine.

She glanced up when she heard him. "You're really back."

"Yes, I'm really back," he growled. "I'm surprised you bothered to take the time to notice. I can't believe you're coming in at this hour. Your behavior is entirely inappropriate and I fully intend to punish you. Severely. It's time you learned your place around here."

"Yeah. About that...Donovan, would you please sit down for a minute so we can talk."

Finally. He was finally getting through to her. "I'm sitting," he told her as he settled on a chair. She seemed to be hesitating as though trying to find the right words. How adorable that she was trying to apologize and please him. Maybe the punishment wouldn't be so severe, after all.

"Donovan, you are an amazing man. I can't believe how smart you are, what you've accomplished, and I've learned so much from you. I know the way we met wasn't exactly conventional, and I know you felt like you needed to take some responsibility for that, but helping me get the job with Marian was so far above and beyond what you needed to do. Most people would have just written a check, said 'Have a good life' and sent me on my way." 

She really was trying to please him and she was certainly saying all the right things. "Laci, I think we both know if I had even suggested writing a check, you would have shoved both it and the writing implement into a very inappropriate spot of my anatomy. That being said, you got the job with Marian because of your writing talent. As much as I'd like to take credit for it, I really can't."

"I appreciate hearing that. You could have easily taken the credit, but you've been very supportive and you're a very honest person. I'd like to try to be as honest with you as you've been with me."

"Are you saying you haven't been honest? I find that hard to believe. You're one of the most honest and forthright people I've ever known. How haven't you been honest?"

"The thing is, Donovan, I've been on my own for a long time. Victor told you how it was when I was younger and even when I wasn't on my own, I was alone and looking after myself. It's all I know."

"I understand that and I very much admire what you've done." 

"Thank you, but, Donovan, I know how important it is for you to be a Dom and a trainer, and I really understand, it's just that...I don't want to be dominated or trained. And I don't want to be punished for being myself, so...after I get back from California, I'm going to move out of the guesthouse. I've already started looking at apartments and there are some really cute ones available. It'll be a lot better for you to have someone around that meets your needs and does what you want them to do." She wasn't looking directly at him, but she was almost certain the sound she heard was his jaw-dropping to the floor. She braced herself for the yelling. It didn't take long.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE MOVING OUT OF THE GUESTHOUSE?? YOU CAN"T JUST LEAVE!! AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU GET BACK FROM CALIFORNIA?? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO CALIFORNIA??"

He wasn't taking her news very well. "I'm doing an interview with Trent Nichols and he invited me to the studio so I can see the set they created. He said it's exactly like the plantation. I'll only be gone for a couple of days. Then when I get back, I can find a new place to live and I promise I'll be as quiet as I can when I move my stuff. I know how much you hate to be disturbed when you're working or reading."

"Make as much noise as you want, since I'm already way past disturbed. I don't see you for a month. 

You don't bother to show up even when you know I'm back, then when you decide to show up after spending the night with another man, you just casually tell me you're leaving? Wait! That's not entirely accurate. You're leaving after you run off to California for a fucking fling with some degenerate actor, and I'm putting the emphasis on fucking. Planning to join the mile-high club? How many 'insta-fucks' have you had with him? Are they better than the ones with me?"

"Donovan, you're overreacting. I'm interviewing Trent for the magazine. Marian is very excited because he doesn't give many interviews, and sex with you has been really good, most of the time."

She heard the jaw-dropping sound again. "MOST OF THE TIME? WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?"

"Well, 'insta-fucks' are fun. I like them, but I'm not crazy about them. I know you really like them, and it's great how you react, but they don't do much for me, and I'm not a fan of that paddle. I like when you tie me to the bed, but you never let me reciprocate and tie you. You don't trust me enough to give me tying privileges."

"TYING PRIVILEGES??" Just a few hours ago Marian had claimed her tying privileges over Victor. That was not a picture he wanted in his mind. "Laci, I've already explained this. I'm the dominant. You're the submissive. Submissives get tied. They don't tie their masters. They don't get tying privileges. WHAT PART OF THE WORD SUBMISSIVE ARE YOU NOT UNDERSTANDING?"

"Just the part where you're expecting me to be one. I'm sorry, Donovan, but that's why it's better if I leave. Please don't be upset. I really do have fun with you. I don't even mind the paddle that much; I just like it better when you spank me with your hand. And I understand how you need to be dominant and in control. I really do, but sometimes I want to have a little control. When you tie me to the bed and you do what you do, it feels wonderful. I just wanted to give some of that back to you. I want you to feel wonderful, too. I thought you'd like that."

He was running his hands through his dark hair, in total frustration. This was not the conversation he had been planning. His orderly and routine world was rapidly moving toward chaotic shambles. 

"What about Trent Nichols?" he asked.

She looked at him questioningly. "What about him? Do you want to tie him to the bed, too?"

"DAMN IT, LACI! You're sounding more like Victor every day. No I don't want to tie him to the damn bed. What the hell is wrong with you? Why...I mean...what...I mean...how involved are you with him? Are you tying him to the bed? Is that why you're running off with him?"




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 02



"Of course not, Donovan. I'm only doing an interview. Marian says when the film is finished and released, hundreds of tourists are going to want to visit the plantation and that means a ton of business for the area. You're the only one I want to tie to a bed. You're the only one I've ever wanted to tie to a bed. I swear. The only one. Ever."

"So, does that mean if I let you tie me to the bed, you'll stay?"

She looked at him suspiciously. "I admit I'm not at your level when it comes to all the Dom and sub stuff, but I really have paid attention to what you've told me. I don't think that's how it works."

"I'm not asking for an in-depth analysis. Just answer the question. If we go into the bedroom right now, and I let you tie me to the bed, will you stay? Will you not move out of the guesthouse?"

"Seriously, Donovan, I need to get going. I have to be at the airport in a couple of hours. We can talk about it when I get back. A really good, long talk. I promise."

"Laci," he grabbed her arm and stared straight into her blue eyes, "if I let you tie me to the bed, will you stay?"

This was a no win situation. She knew he wasn't going to be happy about her intended, future plans, but she didn't think it was going to drive him over the edge. There was no way he wanted to be tied to the bed or anywhere else. She, on the other hand, would love to show him her own special style of dominance...when she had plenty of time and didn't have to get to the airport.

"Sure, Donovan. If that's what you want, let's go. Bedroom. Right now." She walked out of the room.

This wasn't in his plans. What was he trying to prove? He didn't want to get tied to the bed. It went against every instinct he had, so why had he suggested it? Because Laci Grace, whip wielding Prom Queen and Trent Nichols groupie, was going to leave, and that wasn't part of his plan either. He followed her out of the room.

She was standing in the middle of the bedroom, waiting for him, holding the silk scarves he always used when he tied her. He eyed them with hesitation. "Donovan, are you sure about this?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Because he was crazy. Because he didn't want her to leave. Because he was supposed to be the dominant. Because he didn't want to be tied to the bed. Because he didn't know what she was going to do to him. Because he didn't want her to run off with Trent Nichols. Because he was the biggest fucking idiot on the planet. Was that the same as because he was crazy? He started to climb onto the bed.

"You're forgetting something," she reminded him.

"What?"

"Your clothes. You need to remove your clothes. It's hardly going to have the same effect if you're fully dressed, so please hurry up. I have to get to the airport."

"You're making it sound awfully clinical. I thought your reason for wanting to do this was to make me feel wonderful. Isn't that what you said? I'd like to know this experience is actually going to mean something. Do you have a timer running? Are you leaving at the sound of the buzzer?"

She laid the scarves at the foot of the bed. "Look, Donovan, it's obvious you're stalling. You don't really want to do this, so I'm going to get my stuff together and go to the airport. I'll see you when I get back."

"No! I said I would and you promised you wouldn't leave if I did. So I'll do it." He started to undress.

Watching him, Laci rolled her eyes in annoyance. The last thing he wanted was to be naked and tied to his own bed, but he always had to be in control and prove how superior he was. What the hell did she see in the man? Oh yeah. He was gorgeous. He was sexy. He was charming. He was brilliant. He was really sexy and fun to be with when he wasn't acting like a damned jerk. And oh, yeah: he was sexy. 

Minutes later, he was standing in front of her, completely naked. "Now what?"

"Donovan, do you really want to do this?"

"You promised you wouldn't leave if I did. What do you want me to do?"

It seemed to have escaped his attention she'd never actually promised to stay, but perhaps it wasn't the best time to point out that discrepancy. "I guess this would be when you get on the bed and I tie you." She turned away, pretending to sort out the scarves so she wouldn't laugh out loud at the look on his face. He said he wanted to know the experience was going to mean something. As far as she could see, the only thing it was meaning was that he was in way over his head and he had no idea what she was about to do to him. Still she had to give him points for allowing this because he wanted her to stay. Maybe there was a possibility she could get him to see her side of things, after all.

He was half-sitting, propped against the pillows as she took his right wrist. "You're sure?" she asked.

"I already said I was sure," he said, soundly gruffly irritated. Because of her years working at the ranch, Laci was good at tying knots. It only took a minute for his right wrist to be securely fastened to the headboard. Without asking him again, she moved to the other side of the bed and tied his left wrist. 

Pulling at the restraints, the realization hit him. He wasn't going anywhere. "They're awfully tight, don't you think? I know you're not very experienced, but it's not very seductive to cut off your partner's blood flow. Good circulation is important, you know."

"I don't think you have to worry about that. At the ranch, I tied cattle for branding all the time."

"BRANDING?" 

"Donovan, that's not what I meant. Do you honestly think I'd ever do that to you? This is exactly what I mean about trust. You have absolutely no trust in me at all. You expect me to trust you every time you pick up that damn paddle and every time you tie me to the bed; but the first time I do anything, you seriously think I'm going to brand you?"

"I was just surprised. I wasn't expecting you to say that." He was getting more uncomfortable by the minute with the whole thing. "My hands are tight enough. Don't make it as tight when you tie my feet."

"I wasn't going to tie your feet, this time. I still have to pack and get to the airport."

"Well, excuse me for being a hindrance to your schedule, and what the hell do you mean by 'this time'? I hope you realize there isn't going to be a next time. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity." He pulled at the scarves again. "You tied me awfully tight."

Her eyes narrowed just enough for him to know he had said something wrong. "A once in a lifetime opportunity? Whose lifetime? I hope you're not referring to mine, because I can think of better things to do than watching you try to prove your superiority and listening to you bitch about how tightly you're tied. This was your idea, and believe me, Donovan, if I wanted to restrict your circulation and blood flow, I wouldn't have tied the scarves around your damn wrists. If you think any part of this whole game is getting me all hot and bothered, think again. Even when you're tied, you have to be in control of everything."

One of them had to be reasonable and maintain authority. It might as well be him. "Look, there's no reason to get hysterical." He pulled at the scarves again. "Why don't you untie me and we can talk about it? You don't have to rush to the airport. We can have a long talk and you can take my plane if you insist on going. I'll even go with you. You can untie me now."

Her eyes were still narrowed. "I am not hysterical," she turned towards the door, "and I don't need your plane. Trent has a plane and I'm meeting him at the airport. By the way, I never actually agreed to your proposition. I never said I wouldn't leave. As for that long talk...I suggested it a while ago and I'm having second thoughts. What's the point of talking when the only one you listen to is yourself? I'll see you when I get back and maybe we'll talk then, and maybe we won't." She reached the door.

"Hey! You haven't untied me."

"Well, since you always have to be in control...figure out a way to untie yourself."

"LACI!" 

The door had already slammed behind her.

Fine. He'd just sit calmly and wait for her. There was no way she was going to take off for California, with some sleazy actor on his even sleazier plane, and leave him tied to the bed. She was just trying to teach him a lesson. That was fine. He'd teach her one right back. He'd just sit and wait and think of all the possible ways he was going to punish her for her rudeness, poor attitude, inappropriate behavior, and sleazy actor infatuation. She'd never leave him tied to the bed. Not the beautiful and independent Prom Queen. Not sweet, angelic-looking, blonde, blue-eyed Laci Grace. 

"LACI! GET BACK HERE!!"

Donovan struggled with his restraints, but they held fast. He wasn't going to be going anywhere until she untied him. He stopped to listen, hearing nothing but the silence of his empty house. 

Tying privileges. 

Marian said to tell Victor she was claiming tying privileges. Could that mean what he thought it meant? Victor was submitting to Marian? Victor? Impossible. Victor didn't submit to anyone. Victor and Laci had the same edition of the dictionary...the one that had inadvertently omitted the word 'submission'. 

He let his mind wander a bit, wondering what she would have done if she hadn't gotten so angry and walked out. All things considered, it really could have been pretty good. Laci had a very creative mind. There was no telling what she might have done. He might have actually enjoyed letting her take control for once, just to see what she did. Maybe. . . . . . 

The sound of a door slamming got his attention. She was coming back.

"Donovan!" 

Damn! It wasn't Laci. It was Victor. Great. Just great. 

"Hey, Donovan, Laci just left. She said you needed help with something." The door to the bedroom flew open. "What do you need help...? What the fuck...???"

"Untie me, Victor."



Chapter 6 Fit to be Tied

Victor stood in the doorway, silently staring. At least he was being silent. Donovan supposed he should be grateful for small favors, but this was Victor. The silence didn't last long.

"Donovan, what the hell did you do?"

"It's a long story. Just untie me."

Victor settled at the foot of the bed. "Got plenty of time. Can't beat a good story. Especially one of yours. Always say you've got the best stories."

"Untie me."

"I'm listening."

Donovan glared at him. "Laci and I had a misunderstanding. Untie me."

"That's a pretty short story. What kind of misunderstanding?"

The glaring continued. "Laci wants to leave. When she gets back from her travels with her scumbag actor friend, she's planning to move out of the guest house."

"You mean IF she gets back."

"What the hell does that mean, Victor? Why do you always know something I don't know?"

"Because I pay attention," Victor told him, smugly. "Trent Nichols offered her a job as his personal assistant. Says she's the most organized person he's ever met. Offered her double what Marian's paying her, but Laci said no, so he offered triple. Told you he liked her questions."

"She never told me that." Donovan was outraged. "Why wouldn't she tell me the truth? She said she was looking for an apartment. She never said she was moving in with Trent Nichols."

Victor was giving him a strange look again. "I never said she was moving in with him, and I'm not sure she's taking the job, although, speaking of moving in..."

"What the hell is going on with her?" Donovan interrupted. "First I don't see her for weeks. Then she runs off with Trent Nichols and doesn't even tell me the truth. And she said she wanted to be honest. Obviously there's more than one word she doesn't understand. Maybe you need to play that fucking vocabulary word game with her. Start with...submissive. Should be a very easy segue to honesty."

"So that's how you ended up tied to the bed? Word games?"

"I'm tied to the bed because I was trying to teach her a lesson, and since I pay your salary, it's your job to untie me."

"Don't remember reading that in my job description."

"Do you remember annoying the shit out of me in your job description? You excel at it."

"Thank you, Donovan. It's always nice to be appreciated. I have a question."

"What?"

"How come every time you try to teach Laci a lesson, she doesn't end up learning anything and you end up naked and tied to something?"

"Untie me, Victor."

"Actually, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"I don't suppose it might have occurred to you this may not be the best time to ask a favor?"

"Maybe not, but I promised Marian, and since I have your undivided attention, seems like it would be a good time."

"Well, it's not."

"I was wondering if you'd be my best man."

For the third time that morning, Donovan's mouth dropped open. "Your what?"

"Seriously, Donovan, I think you're developing Attention Deficit Disorder or something. Even when you're right in front of me, supposedly paying attention, you never hear things. No wonder Laci's so pissed at you."

If his hands were free, he would have been running them through his hair. Instead, all he could do was struggle against the scarves holding him tightly to the headboard of the bed. "Will you fucking untie me? And what do you know about her being pissed at me? Where do you get your information? The Philandering Prom Queen Gazette?"

"What makes you think she's philandering? Should be careful what you say. That's how rumors get started."

"She ran off with Trent Nichols. She's spent more time with him this last month than she's spent with me. What do you call it?"

"Doing her job. You know, Donovan, you were the one who ran off on your sex slave odyssey and left her on her own. You never called her. Not once. Seems like you forfeited tying privileges. Guess that's how you ended up in your current predicament. Speaking of tying privileges, that reminds me of sexy honeymoons, so how about being my best man?"

"You're actually going to get married? You? You and my cousin Marian? Marian the Ice Queen?"

"She thaws pretty good, Donovan. She's really good at thawing. She earns her tying privileges. Thawing is not going to be an issue in our house. And speaking of our house..."

"Victor, I'd prefer not to hear about any defrosting you do with my cousin. And what do you mean by our house. I know you believe you're allowing me to live here, but this is my house. Remember?"

Victor snorted. "Like you'd ever let me forget. Never let Laci forget either. It's all about your house, and your schedule, and your routine, and what you want and don't want. No wonder she likes Trent Nichols better than you."

"Yes, it's my way. I own the place. I pay all the bills, along with your salary." Donovan was yelling again. "I should have the privilege of deciding how my own home is run, and what the hell do you mean she likes him better than me? How do you know that?"

"I've got eyes, Donovan. He's nice to her. What do you do for her? She helps look after you. She's there every time you have a bad day and need to talk. She listens to everything you tell her about yourself, and that alone can go on for hours. She knows what you like, what you don't like. She makes those damn cookies you always ask for. I haven't even started on what happens in this bedroom. Don't pretend you don't do plenty of defrosting in here. Before she came along your bedroom had icebergs and penguins in it. Now it's all nice and toasty. She's the whole reason this place is a home. Before her, all you had were big, depressing, cold, stone mausoleums. You don't appreciate her."

"Of course I appreciate her."

"Yeah? What's her favorite color?"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"What's her favorite color? What's her favorite flower? Did it ever occur to you to ask so maybe you could give her one of her favorite flowers? Course you didn't. That would upset your routine."

"Laci doesn't seem like the flower type. She never mentions flowers."

"How would you know? You never listen to her. Did you ever think maybe once she'd like to tell you about what she did at work? Maybe that's why she didn't tell you Trent Nichols offered her a job. Why should she bother? Even if she told you, would you listen?"

"Victor, if you suddenly have all these pearls of wisdom about Laci, why didn't you ever bring any of them to my attention before now?"

"Well, for one thing...you never listen to me, either. And for another, I don't like to interfere."

"You don't like to interfere? You?"

"Didn't say I never did it. Just said I don't like it. You know, you never answered about being my best man? Will you do it?"

Donovan looked at him suspiciously. "If you get married, where are you planning to live? You're not planning to move in here with Marian, are you?"

"Hell, no. Think I want her walking in and finding you naked and tied to something? She knows enough about your reprobate lifestyle. She doesn't need to know...or see...everything."

"So that means you're moving out and leaving, too?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you. Things would be a hell of a lot easier around here if you'd shut up and listen once in a while instead of always talking. Maybe that's why you never hear anyone else. You keep drowning everybody out."

"Well, I'm listening now. You have my undivided and tied down attention."

"The house next door is for sale. Marian and I made an offer on it, so if it all works out, we'll be right next door. Place needs a little work, but she says she loves it and that's good enough for me. Be helpful, too. She can help keep you in line after Laci leaves you." Victor didn't miss the look on Donovan's face at those last four words: 'after Laci leaves you'. "So, will you do it?"

Donovan seemed very distracted. "Do what?"

"Well, two things now. Number one, will you be my best man?"

Donovan sighed. "Yes, Victor. I'd be honored to be your best man, and congratulations. I honestly hope you and Marian are very happy."

"Thanks, Donovan. That means a lot. And we'll be right next door, so nothing is gonna change."

"It's all going to change. Nothing will be the same as it was. You'll be with your wife and I'll be doing whatever it is I'm doing. You said there were two things. What's the other one? I hope it's not a bachelor party. I don't think I'd be very good at that."

"No bachelor party. Marian already put her foot down about that. She knows your reputation. No, the second thing is for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself, take your head out of your ass, and find some happiness for yourself. You know you want her, so fight for her."

"People don't always get what they want Victor, and you were right. I don't know her favorite color. I never bothered to ask. I don't even know when her birthday is."

"Favorite color is blue. Favorite flower is sunflower. She thinks they're happy and when the seeds fall they grow more sunflowers and that means more happiness. Birthday was two months ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want me to. Said she doesn't like fuss. Don't think that's totally true. I think birthdays don't have real good memories for her, so she tries to ignore them. Maybe you could help her make some new memories. Donovan, I know you like control, but you don't need to be in control every minute of every day. Gets exhausting. No reason why you can't take a break once in a while, and let someone else take over. Trust me, giving someone else tying privileges can be fun."

"Speaking of tying, is there a chance you're going to untie me anytime this century."

"Sure, Donovan. All you have to do is ask."

"Untie me, Victor."

"Got a weird feeling of déjà vu just then."

"I'm sure you did, now fucking, untie me."



Chapter 7 If You Can't Stand the Heat

Starting the day in the garden wasn't part of the regular routine. It was usually much too busy for quiet mornings in the garden, but when the rare opportunity presented itself, it was a good way to begin any day. The scent of colorful flowers filled the air and birds chirped quietly while butterflies flittered by. Victor would be clattering around in the kitchen and Laci would bring Donovan a cup of coffee and sunshine. Maybe he should start doing it more often, except it wouldn't be long before Victor would be clattering next door in his own house and Laci would be bringing sunshine to Trent Nichols.




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 02



Donovan was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Victor and Marian were getting married. Marian? Victor? Married? Somehow those words didn't seem like they all belonged in the same sentence. 

He'd grown up with Marian. She was strong, smart, independent; she didn't need anyone or anything. Like Donovan, she had no time for any of their self-absorbed, pleasure glutton relatives. She didn't need to work, but she loved the challenge and being in control of her own life. It was probably why she and Donovan had always gotten along so well and why she understood his need to be in control.

And Victor?

He had been Donovan's right-hand man, confidant, assistant, occasional psychologist, and friend for years. Donovan couldn't remember a time when Victor wasn't there to anticipate his needs and listen to his grumblings. Then Laci came along, and started to anticipate needs and listen to grumbles, freeing Victor up to indulge in tying privileges while defrosting with Marian. It was all Laci's fault.

Morning in the garden was especially quiet. Everything was quiet. Victor had taken one of his rare days off to take Marian somewhere. He wouldn't be back until the following morning. And Laci...who knew where the hell she was? A couple of days, she said. She'd be gone a couple of days. Right. It had been four days since the morning she'd gotten mad and left him tied, naked, to his own bed and gone off with Trent Nichols. By now they had probably fucked under every letter of the Hollywood sign.

How had the entrance of Laci Grace into his world managed to cause such chaos? She looked harmless enough. She probably didn't stand much over five feet tall, and she had long, silky-soft blonde hair, and the biggest, roundest, cornflower bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She slept with a stuffed unicorn, when she wasn't sleeping with Donovan. She knew how to make the best damned cookies in the universe. She was a sweet and lovely Prom Queen. She was smart and sensible, but she was also trusting and guileless.

Of course she was. Yeah. Right. She was more like the damned devil in disguise who caused destruction wherever she went and had the nerve to call him the Prince of Darkness. And he really missed her.

Victor said Donovan never listened to her. Victor said Donovan never listened to anybody about anything. Victor said Donovan should stop trying to control everything. Victor said Donovan wanted everyone to follow his schedule and routine. Victor said Donovan didn't appreciate her. Victor said having her around, made Donovan's house, a home. Victor said she liked Trent Nichols better. Victor talked too fucking much.

So what if he didn't always listen. He had a lot on his mind. He was running two businesses. Of course he had to be in control. Trainers and business owners had to be in control, they had to follow schedules and routines. Control and organization were the key to any successful operation. That was what helped make them successful. Being successful was important. Without success he wouldn't have as much money, or have houses all over the world. He wouldn't have all his big, isolated, depressing, cold, stone mausoleums that were very empty and lonely.

Why the hell would she want to work for Trent Nichols? She wanted to be a writer. The only thing she'd be writing was the list of things she'd have to do every day for him. And what about the ranch?

She loved going to the ranch. How was she going to do that if she was living in California? Maybe Trent Nichols would buy her a ranch of her very own. Maybe he'd buy her the ranch in Tennessee and move it to California. Maybe he'd buy the whole damned state of Tennessee and fucking move it to California.

It wasn't like he was anything special. So what if he was a famous, good looking, wealthy movie star who had a plane? He was probably also self-centered, spoiled, and demanding. He probably couldn't do a damned thing for himself and was going to expect her to do everything for him. She'd work all day making sure every aspect of his life ran smoothly. Then she'd bake cookies for him. Just wait until she found out he was going to eat those cookies in bed and get crumbs all over the place. She'd hate that and it would be her own fault. If she hadn't run off to work for the fucking idiot, she wouldn't have crumbs all over her bed. Her bed. The one she'd be sharing with a stuffed unicorn, and a stupid actor who would hog all the cookies and make crumbs everywhere. 

So, Laci would be eating cookies in the California sunshine and Victor would be next door, tying Marian to the bed. Or she'd be tying him. Or they'd be tying each other. Victor probably had the damned cookie recipe and he'd be baking them for Marian, and they'd be getting crumbs everywhere, too. Everyone was going to have a crumb filled bed...except the Prince of Darkness. 

And that was just fine. He didn't need any of them. He could find submissives who would actually submit. He would find submissives who understood what submitting was all about. He could fill every one of his houses with submissives. He could have people submitting to him in every room of every house he owned. Maybe he'd buy a few more houses just so he could have extra submissives submitting.

And he could hire a cookie baker. He could hire five hundred cookie bakers. He could hire enough cookie bakers to make sure every bed in Georgia was full of crumbs. He could bake his own damned cookies. He'd start his own cookie company. He started and ran two incredibly successful businesses. If he could do that, he could certainly make a few fucking cookies. How hard could it be? He could take care of himself and didn't need any of them for anything. He'd show them all. 

It was mid-afternoon when the car pulled up in front of the house. The driver helped retrieve her bag and Laci started up the path leading to the guesthouse. 

California had been great. Trent Nichols had been great. She'd never been to a movie studio before and he'd taken her around, shown her everything, introduced her to everyone. Even though he was a movie star, he was also a really nice guy and unbelievably generous. The trip had taken a little longer than she originally expected, but the end result was worth it. Trent said he was used to answering all the usual mundane questions, but her questions were the best he'd ever been asked. The magazine issue with his interview was going to sell hundreds of copies. Marian was going to be thrilled. 

The cobblestone path leading to the guesthouse ran alongside of the main house and was shaded with willow and magnolia trees. Usually the air was filled with the aroma of magnolia blossoms and garden flowers, but as she approached the back of the main house, she was sure she smelled something burning. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen. 

Laci dropped her bag on one of the garden seats and headed for the kitchen, only to find the door bolted. That was odd. The backdoor of the kitchen led straight to the guesthouse. She was usually in and out of the kitchen all day and it was never locked, much less bolted.

She made her way back to the front door and let herself in. "Donovan?" There was no answer. "Victor?" Still no one answered.

Continuing down the hall toward the kitchen, she passed the open door of Donovan's study. The Prince of Darkness was sitting, casually reading the newspaper, a drink on the table next to him. He never drank in the middle of the day. "Donovan?"

He glanced up at the sound of her voice. "Oh, you're back already. Thought you'd be gone longer.

"I just got back. Is something burning?"

"Have a good trip? How was the weather?"

"Yes. Thank you, and the weather was fine. What's burning?"

He turned back to his paper. "Good. Meet any movie stars?"

"I was with a movie star. Donovan? Where's Victor? What's burning?"

"Right. I forgot you went with that actor. Victor? He took Marian someplace. Won't be back 'til tomorrow morning. So it was a good trip?"

"Donovan, did something happen?"

"How about going out to dinner? We can celebrate your homecoming."

"It's too early for dinner. It's the middle of the afternoon. Now, what happened and what is, or was, burning? Did something happen in the kitchen?"

"Too early for dinner? How about lunch? A late lunch? An early dinner?"

She looked at him incredulously. "Are you seriously just going to sit there and pretend you don't smell anything burning? Something in the house could be on fire." When he continued to stare blankly at her, she turned toward the kitchen. "Never mind. I'll go see for myself."

"Laci! Wait!"

"Wait for what? For you to go whittle a couple of sticks and get your marshmallows? The whole place could be a pile of ashes by then. I'll go......."

She pushed open the door to the kitchen. Silence followed as she stood in shock and gazed around. To say the room was a disaster was, quite possibly, the understatement of the year. 

Every surface was covered with something. All the cupboards and drawers were open wide and it looked as if every dish, pot, pitcher, bowl, and spoon was sitting out. There was brown goop and tan goop, and some kind of white, sticky goop dripping off the side of the table and onto the floor. Something had spattered onto most of the walls. It seemed like a bag, or canister, or maybe an entire silo of flour had exploded, judging from the amount of white powder that had snowed around the room. The dishwasher had exploded as well, and a small ocean of suds was bubbling across the floor. The burned smell was coming from several pots and pans that, at one time, had probably been holding some of the brown, tan, and white goop. She couldn't be sure, because at the moment, those same pots and pans were filled with something that looked like solidified charcoal and ash. Laci took a single step into the room, and she grimaced when the floor actually crunched under her shoes. 

A disaster? The kitchen could probably be declared a state of emergency and qualify for federal aid.

Without saying a word, she turned to look at Donovan, who did his best to look as innocent as possible. "That sweater looks great with your eyes. Really brings out the blue. It'll be perfect to wear to our late lunch. Want to try that new Mediterranean place?"

"Donovan, what happened?"

"The French place is good and I know you like the bisque. Maybe we should go to the French place."

"What happened?"

"Nothing." He continued to maintain his look of innocence, hoping that perhaps she would start to think she was hallucinating. 

"Donovan, what did you do?"

"What?" He thought about making a run for it. "Oh, you mean the kitchen? It was just an experiment. Victor will take care of it when he gets back. I'm starving. French or Mediterranean?"

"An experiment? What the hell were you trying to do? Make a volcano for the science fair?"

"I'll have you know the entire procedure was very successful and my hypothesis was 100% correct. Now how about lunch?"

"Did the hypothesis have anything to do with prohibiting your access to a kitchen?" 

If he had to describe the look he got from her, he could appropriately liken it to a recipe:

Take a cup of disbelief mixed with a slight bit of baleful and a liberal amount of skepticism. Add some bewilderment, then stir in a touch of impatience and a little sprinkle of ominous to spice things up, then garnish with an eye-narrowed and icy glare.

"Donovan, you are going to get changed out of your designer clothes, and I'm going to get changed, then you are going to meet me back here in ten minutes and we are going to clean this up."

Instantly his own eyes narrowed. His stance turned threatening and intimidating, while his voice deepened enough to be thunderous. "May I remind you that this is my house and I decide what we do?"

She drew herself up to her slightly over five foot height and glared at him. "Consider it anarchy, but today the submissive is in charge and I'm overthrowing the domineering, dictatorial dominant."

"You can't do that!"

"Oh, yes I can. You do it all the time and you've explained it to me thoroughly. Donovan Corbett, this is a hostile takeover." She hadn't stopped glaring. "You've got ten minutes." She turned and started towards the front door. 

He really was going to have to explain the whole Dom/sub thing to her again. She seemed to be missing the entire point. She was exceptionally smart and the concept wasn't that difficult. She really should have grasped it by now. Maybe he could get a book on tape to explain it again. He could run out right now and get it, and pick up some lunch and by the time he got back, she'd have the entire mess cleaned up. He'd be gone before she even realized it. 

"Donovan, don't you dare try to sneak out, or so help me, I'll have no problem introducing that paddle of yours to your own ass. It's about time the two of them met, and trust me, you'll be sitting on a pillow for the rest of the month." 

Great. 

Laci Grace, beautiful, blue-eyed angel and Prom Queen who slept with a stuffed unicorn, could handle a whip like no one he'd ever known, and baked the best damn cookies in the universe, had suddenly blossomed. Just before she revolted and turned into a dominant. 

Great. Just great.

What the hell had happened to his perfect arrangement? 

Chapter 8 Tying Privileges part III

He had never worked so hard in his entire life. Dominant? Bullshit. She was no dominant. She was a fucking tyrant. For the remainder of the afternoon, Mistress Laci barked orders at him like a damned drill sergeant. The list of topics for further discussion and explanation was growing rapidly, since she also had no understanding of labor laws and was completely unfamiliar with the term 'coffee break'. If he ever decided to trace her family history, he wouldn't have been shocked to discover she was a direct descendant of Ivan the Terrible. He actually sympathized for the cattle on the ranch where she used to work. Poor things probably hid behind hay bales when they heard her coming.

Still, he had to admit to a certain sense of accomplishment when the kitchen was sparkling. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to explain to Victor why the kitchen was cleaner than it was before he had taken the day off, but maybe he'd just let Victor puzzle it out for himself. Would serve him right.

He also had to admit, the tyrant gave him several pieces of very useful information. Who knew one didn't put metal in the microwave? In fairness, though, he hadn't exactly known it was the microwave, although, after scrubbing it, inside and out, he was far more familiar with the damn thing than he had ever wanted to be. He also became friends with the dishwasher, after learning how to precisely align items so they actually got clean, and that one should not misread the label on the soap and put in one CUP-full of detergent when only a CAP-full was required. She was an excellent teacher and it all made perfect sense and would be extremely useful...if he was planning to ever step foot in the kitchen again.

The shower they took together could have been fun, although he couldn't help but believe she was simply attempting to be environmentally conscientious and conserve water, especially judging by the way she continued to glare at him. The glare certainly wasn't as a result of his acerbically sardonic question asking if she wanted him to scrub her, since he had so recently become an expert scrubber. 

The garden was tranquil in the early evening hours. Usually it was Donovan's favorite time of the day. He would have finished his work and Laci would be waiting with his drink, and to listen to his stories about how exhausted he was and how much he had accomplished, while sitting in one of his offices, running his empire, delegating tasks to underlings, or having another suit tailored to his specifications. 

That evening, as he sank down in one of the garden chairs, the word exhausted took on an entirely new meaning. His back, neck, and shoulders ached from his earlier kitchen exertions, and he glowered at Laci who continued to flutter around between the kitchen and guesthouse, as energetic as ever, beams of sunshine radiating from her. How the hell did she do it? Obviously, tired was another word that was going to need explanation, although this might not be the best time to explain anything. If he did, she was likely to have him start washing light bulbs or polishing the driveway. Damn, she was bossy.

He was going to offer to take her to dinner, but she seemed to have that covered as well. He watched in weary silence as she set out plates and napkins, then opened and poured red wine into two glasses, before disappearing back into the kitchen. A few moments later she was back, plopping a box in the middle of the table. She opened it and helped herself to a slice of pizza.

"Pizza? You expect me to have pizza for dinner?"

"You can do whatever you want, but I wanted pizza, so I ordered pizza" she stated, a slight chill in her voice. "And I charged it to your credit card. And I gave the delivery person a very generous tip."

"Pizza is not a balanced meal."

"Certainly it is. Grains, dairy, protein, fruit, – it's totally balanced."

"Fruit? You mean vegetables."

"Donovan, I may not be as worldly as you, but I do know the difference between fruit and vegetables. Technically, tomatoes are fruit. Pineapples are also fruit. Pineapple on pizza is delicious."

"Pineapple? On pizza? Individuals with discriminating palates do not put pineapple on pizza," he told her haughtily.

"No they don't. They eat things like frog's legs, sweetbreads, snails, and lobster."

"All of which happen to be delicious and what's wrong with lobster? I've seen you eat it."

"Well, it may taste good, but it looks like a big bug. You have to give credit to the first person who decided to try it, though. They find this giant, ugly greenish-blackish bug and decide to throw it in some boiling water, and upon doing so, it turns bright red. Do they panic? Do they think it's going to poison them? No. They just go ahead and eat it anyway. Pretty brave thing to do."

"Damn it! Stop spending so much time with Victor. I don't eat pizza and I certainly don't eat pineapple with pizza. There are pizza occasions and there are pineapple occasions. One comes from Italy. One comes from Hawaii. There's about 8000 miles in between. The two never should have even met."

"Maybe the guy who was crawling around the ocean during a big bug occasion introduced them." Her glare had returned. "You can eat it or not, but it's about time you broke through that Master Donovan, Prince of Darkness, dominant, trainer, control freak bubble you live in, and joined the rest of the regular people in the world."

The tyrant was calling him a control freak? Still, he had to admit the pizza looked really good and smelled even better, and since he was starving and didn't have the energy to argue with her, he sighed and took a slice. It was delicious, even the pineapple part. Another revelation. He couldn't remember the last time he ate something as simple as pizza.

Laci sat across from him, happily curled up on one of the chairs, munching on her pizza as she flipped through some papers, almost oblivious to the fact that he was sitting just a few feet away. "I suppose I should thank you for helping clean everything up," he grumbled at her, "although Victor could have taken care of it when he got back."

"Only you would be inconsiderate enough to leave that mess for Victor." Her evil glare was back. "If we hadn't cleaned and it was left sitting all night, the kitchen would have needed sandblasting to get all that stuff off the walls. You still haven't given me a satisfactory explanation for what you were trying to do, but the rule is when you make a mess, you clean it up."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 03



coldhands_warmheart © 2013

The sequel to Prince of Darkness v Prom Queen 1 & 2

Chapter 1 Hooray for Hollywood

The calendar was watching him. Every time he glanced up it was staring at him, reminding him of the date of his first wedding anniversary. It was like one of those paintings, the ones with the creepy eyes, following him around the room. He tried to focus on the file in front of him. It was important, one of the biggest deals he'd ever worked on; it needed his undivided attention which it would have if the damned calendar would stop sneering at him.

His first anniversary. Donovan Corbett had never really expected to have a first anniversary, at least not one that meant anything. Marriage was not something he thought about as a realistic part of his life. He supposed maybe one day, in the far distant future, he might marry for the sake of companionship but the concept of spending his life with one woman was slightly abstract and completely unimportant.

Donovan's world used to be orderly and routine, structured, ruled by rules. He worked. He made money and more money. He read mostly work related materials but sometimes for pleasure. He traveled the world visiting places he'd read about. He recognized and developed his talents as a Dominant, training both submissives and sex slaves. He was mostly solitary, not really living life, but rather existing under a solemn, quiet and almost isolated grey cloud.

And then, along came Laci. His world unexpectedly exploded in chaos, sunshine, and rainbows.

He had known her for just over two years. He had loved her for most of that time although it took him a little while to figure it out, which seemed entirely fair since he was still trying to figure her out. He wasn't sure he'd ever manage to completely understand her but he was having the best time trying.

Whatever it was he believed marriage was going to be like, it most definitely wasn't that way with Laci. Yes, she was beautiful. Absolutely, she was sexy. She was also smart, grasping some of his most complicated business concepts as quickly as he did. She fit so effortlessly into his life; he could hardly remember when she wasn't there. He never knew what to expect and was constantly surprised. She was incredibly caring, and the best part of his day was having her fly into his arms when he got home, or she got home. It never mattered who got home as long as they found each other.

Maybe that wasn't the best part. The morning sex was pretty remarkable. Afternoon sex wasn't bad either. Lunchtime sex was impressive, and who knew there could be such merit in sex at teatime? Then there was pre-dinner and post dinner, late night, and midnight. Her energy level was astonishing.

As was her method of submission. Donovan was a Dom, ergo, he required a sub. The rules between Doms and subs were established long before Donovan ever considered entering the world of BDSM. Laci knew there were rules but created an addendum to each one. She was no traditional submissive but when she decided to submit to him, he usually couldn't walk in a straight line for the rest of the day. There would be one hell of a lot of happy Doms in the world if all subs used the 'Laci Method'.

Laci Grace Corbett was amazing. Donovan supposed most men felt that way about their wives, but Laci was almost perfect. If men had a place where they could gather, each assembling the components of an ideal woman, the world would be flooded with reproductions of her. Some might be taller and some might have red hair, but when it came to heart, soul, loving, and understanding, Laci was what every man secretly wanted.

She knew Donovan like no one else. She knew when he wanted her by his side, but she also knew when he wanted to be alone. He'd been on his own for a long time and she understood how sometimes he needed his quiet time. She knew when his work day had not gone smoothly and was there with hugs and words of encouragement or support. She knew when he'd accomplished something wonderful and her methods of celebration made wonderful even better. She didn't completely agree with or understand his need to maintain absolute control as a Dominant, but she accepted it as part of his job and part of who he was as a person. That, alone, made her extraordinary.

Sometimes he found himself almost intimidated by her and all she could do. Donovan had grown up not knowing how to do anything for himself. His instincts were unparalleled when he was dealing with business, but his instincts about simple things were almost nonexistent and he paid people to do what he couldn't. When Laci came along, she showed him how to do all kinds of things. He may have taught her about business but she taught him about life and how to really live it. Incredibly, she never made him feel foolish for not being able to do things. She was patient and laughed with him but never at him. She scolded him occasionally when he was being a little compulsive, but habits were hard to break and sometimes he did things just to annoy her since it so often worked to his advantage in the best possible ways. Who but Laci could 'insta-fuck' anytime, anywhere, and hardly get a hair out of place?

Everything seemed easier or better when she was around. Sharing things with her made him feel like he was experiencing them for the first time. She never nagged or complained. She never demanded anything. She had no expectations or entitlements. She didn't judge him and even if she didn't always agree with him, she never really tried to change who he was. She made him smile. She was always cheerful, bringing sunshine into his cloudy world. She made him happy and seeing him happy made her happy. He couldn't recall a time when he was ever as happy as he had been since Laci came along.

When he proposed to her he gave her a blue diamond, partially because it matched her eyes and because blue was her favorite color, but it was also because blue diamonds were special and rare, and so was Laci. She loved her ring, but extravagance wasn't important to her. It was almost frustrating because Donovan could have afforded almost anything she desired and would have given her anything she asked for, but none of that mattered to her, in fact the only thing she told him she ever wanted was his love, his respect, and mutual trust. She wanted to be able to trust him and know he trusted her.

Could he really have gotten that lucky? Could someone as perfect as Laci really exist? His life could not have possibly been better, until the day he decided to do something monumentally stupid and fuck it all up. He had to pat himself on the back and give himself a standing ovation. Ever the over-achiever, when Donovan Corbett fucked things up, he did it better than anyone else.

He supposed he could blame Trent Nichols.

Why the hell was Hollywood mega-star and actor Trent Nichols friends with Laci? Weren't actors supposed to hang around with other actors, swapping actor stories, bragging about actor accomplishments, and sharing actor idiosyncrasies? Did all Hollywood mega-star actors have another man's wife's number on their speed dial?

Trent came to town to film a movie. He got to know Laci when she asked to interview him and before long, she was off on a California adventure with her new best friend. She said she was only going to be gone for a couple of days but it seemed like forever and Donovan missed her. For the first time in his life, Donovan Corbett missed someone and that was an emotion he had never experienced. With the possible exception of Victor, everyone in Donovan's life was expendable until Laci came along. That was the first time he started to realize how much she mattered and how much he cared.

Of course she had come back to Georgia. Donovan and Laci were on their way to very happily ever after, until . . . Trent Nichols, part 2.

According to Hollywood buzz, the film he made the previous year about a haunted plantation was going to be a blockbuster and Trent was already in preparation for a sequel. The first film hadn't even made its way to theaters yet, and it was buzzing all over the place. Who the hell cared about Hollywood buzz? Buzzing was for bees and people who drank a little too much, then said stupid things. Donovan would come to know much more about buzzing and saying stupid thing as the days went on. Little did he know he was about to become an expert in both being buzzed and stupid.

Suddenly Trent was in constant contact with Laci, as in Laci CORBETT, who was now MARRIED and lived in Georgia with her HUSBAND and didn't need to buzz with an actor who was constantly on the covers of magazines and dated every woman in the western hemisphere. And it was for business. Right. It was for film-making business. Sure it was. Trent Nichols who had been acting in and producing films for years needed Laci CORBETT'S business advice for his new film being filmed in Georgia. Right. Business.  

Trent needed to know about this place and that thing and thanks to her job with Donovan's cousin Marian, Laci became his Georgia tourism liaison. Trent Nichols was obsessive and compulsive and obsessively compulsive, and sometimes called Laci ten times a day because obviously he had no one in the entire fucking state of California to talk to and had to call Georgia and talk to her. He had to call Laci who knew almost nothing about the film industry because wasn't that what all obsessive, compulsive Hollywood mega-star and mega-sleaze actors did? For business? Of course they did.

Laci's new best friend was Trent Nichols. Donovan's new best friend appeared in the form of a green-eyed monster. Jealousy was another emotion Donovan hadn't experienced until Laci but he and the monster were now spending many hours together, happily plotting the demise of Trent Nichols. In all fairness, Laci never tried to hide her telephone affair. She spoke very openly in front of Donovan and it actually seemed as if every topic was somehow involved with the film. She was also good about setting certain parameters. Trent had her attention when she was on the phone, but she'd shut the phone off and give Donovan her full and complete attention during lunchtime and teatime and other such times.

But at long last, Trent was coming to town. He had figured out what needed figuring, logic-ed his logistics and could finally get off the fucking phone, start working, and leave Laci alone.

And that was when Donovan's life became one giant Hollywood premiere and bumpy red carpet ride. Blockbuster? Ballbuster? The critics haven't made up their minds yet.

It started with the opening of the suspense thriller, 'GUESTHOUSE', and the fan blades started to slowly rotate, unaware that the shit was soon to be hitting. Innocent and naïve Laci, obviously knowing nothing about slimy actors who had dated every woman in the western hemisphere, asked if Mr. Mega-Sleaze could stay in the guesthouse. He needed a quiet place to work, away from distractions and people wanting autographs. It would also give Donovan the perfect chance to get acquainted with Trent, who was a really nice guy. Sure he was. He was a regular Georgia peach. What was Donovan supposed to say to her request? Laci never asked for anything and Donovan reasoned it was probably a good idea to keep his enemy close.

Thus paved the way for the wacky comedy, 'JOB-OFFER' and the blades on the fan started to spin just a little faster. Cousin Marian, traitor and Laci's boss, had been speaking to Trent who, she agreed, was a really nice guy. Trent needed an assistant for a few weeks before filming started, and Marian suggested Laci. It wasn't tourist season, things were quiet in the office, plus Trent and Laci had been working together for the last few weeks, so he knew he could trust her and they got along like two fucking peas in a fucking green pod, coincidentally, the same shade of green as the eyes belonging to Donovan's monster friend. It was bad enough he called her constantly and was going to be staying in the guesthouse, but now she was going to be spending all day with Mega-Sleaze. Thanks, Cousin Marian.

In his worst nightmares, Donovan could never have predicted the outcome of the highly charged and absorbing, 'CONVERSATION-IN-THE-GARDEN'. Trent had been in town for about a week and, surprisingly, seemed to be a really nice guy. He was kind of quiet, slightly insane, but thanked Donovan for agreeing to the use of the guesthouse and was very respectful of Laci, who he promised not to monopolize. Donovan was actually starting to wonder if he could have been ever so slightly wrong about the actor. That was until the afternoon he came home early and overheard Trent and Laci in the garden. The garden was back to back with Donovan's office, and while it was hard to see them, he could hear every word.

"Why do you stay with him?" Trent was asking. "I can see how horribly he treats you."

"Horrible? You can't begin to understand how repulsive he is," was Laci's response. "He lied to get me to marry him and I'm nothing more than another acquisition. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. I truly hate him. I hate the sound of his voice. I hate when he touches me. I hate opening my eyes in the morning and knowing he's going to be there."

"Let me help you," Trent told her. "I can help you get away from him. I can make sure you get away and you're safe."

"No you can't," Laci told him, sounding pitiful. "You don't know how violent and relentless he is. He'd find me no matter where I went, and if he knew you'd helped me, he'd be vicious enough to kill both of us. Besides, I'm entitled to his money, and I'm going to make sure I get it. He spends thousands on himself, but he's the most tightfisted bastard in the world when it comes to me. He loves hearing me beg, but one of these days, I'm going to have every dime and without his money and his power the world will finally see him for the vile creature he really is."

Donovan was stunned. He bolted from the house before he actually did do something violent. Trent Nichols might have fooled everyone else, but he had never fooled Donovan. But Laci? On some level, Donovan was hurt to the point of devastation, but mostly, he was numb from hearing Laci's words. She hated him? She hated being touched by him? All she wanted was his money? He'd never quite been able to figure her out but how could he have been so completely wrong about her? Having a broken heart was another brand new emotion and one he never expected to experience because of Laci.

Donovan Corbett was never indecisive about anything, but for the next few days he was a complete and total wreck, not knowing what to do. He snapped and snarled at everyone, especially Laci. When she tried to talk to him, he just snapped and snarled even more. He actually heard her pretending to be concerned when she asked Victor if Donovan was ill or having trouble at work, but even Victor, who was used to the many moods of Donovan, was staying out of his way and didn't have any answers.

The damned fan was picking up speed and the plot thickened, leading to the powerful and dramatic, 'HOW-MANY-BROKEN-HEARTS-DOES-IT-TAKE-TO-SPELL-STUPID?'.

Donovan was out of his element on several levels. He understood strength and control better than anyone, but jealousy, hurt, and broken hearts were not part of his curriculum vitae. No part of his training, nothing he had ever experienced had prepared him for what he was feeling, and part of that feeling was anger. Some of it was directed at her, but largely he was his own target. How could he have misread her? He had been reading people for years but Laci was a book of blank pages. How could he have allowed himself to care for someone so deeply that her betrayal hurt so much? Should he divorce her and throw her out? Should he make her life a living hell and show her how hateful and vile he could actually be? Should he leave, pretend it didn't matter, go on a very long, extended business trip and never return? Dominants didn't wallow in broken hearts. Childish though it might be, what he really wanted to do was hurt her as much as she had hurt him.

How many broken hearts did it take to spell stupid? In Donovan's case, one was more than enough. To avoid facing Laci, he was hiding in his office, drinking more than usual and starting to feel the buzz. While going through the forgotten recesses of his desk, he came upon an envelope containing a few old and compromising photos of someone who had been one of his subs for about twenty minutes so long ago he had forgotten her name. He wasn't sure why he did what he did. Victor had always thought Donovan was a little crazy, so perhaps it was the insanity. It could have been the desire to hurt or maybe it was the alcohol, but Donovan and his newly acquired green-eyed buddy found Laci, threw the photos in her face and told her the reason for his recent surliness was because he was having an affair. She just looked at the photos and at him, said, "Okay," then left the room.

Okay? He had just given the best performance of his life and all he got was 'Okay'? Wasn't there a gold statuette for 'Best Performance by a Slightly Buzzed, Controlling Dominant on the Brink of Insanity'? The statuette was going to have to wait because the blades on the fan were really starting to spin and were about to propel Donovan into yet another premiere, the satirical, comical, and thought provoking, 'CONVERSATION-IN-THE-GARDEN -- THE SEQUEL', and it was definitely not the type of climax he was usually accustomed to having.

He was back in his office and it couldn't have been more than an hour after his photo tossing frenzy when he overheard Trent and Victor talking in the garden.

"Why do you stay with him?" Trent was asking. "I can see how horribly he treats you."

"Horrible? You can't begin to understand how repulsive he is," was Victor's response. "He lied to get me to marry him and I'm nothing more than another acquisition. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. I truly hate him. I hate the sound of his voice. I hate when he touches me. I hate opening my eyes in the morning and knowing he's going to be there."

"Let me help you," Trent told him. "I can help you get away from him. I can make sure you get away and you're safe."

"No you can't," Victor told him, sounding pitiful. "You don't know how violent and relentless he is. He'd find me no matter where I went, and if he knew you'd helped me, he'd be vicious enough to kill both of us. Besides, I'm entitled to his money, and I'm going to make sure I get it. He spends thousands on himself, but he's the most tightfisted bastard in the world when it comes to me. He loves hearing me beg, but one of these days, I'm going to have every dime and without his money and his power the world will finally see him for the vile creature he really is."

Slightly buzzed? Maybe. On the brink of insanity? Probably, but there wasn't anything wrong with his hearing.

Instantly he was out the door and into the garden, where Trent and Victor sat calmly reading a script and rehearsing a scene from Super Atomic Mega-Sleaze's film, which was supposed to be about some damned haunted plantation and some damned ghost creating havoc for all who visited that very same damned plantation. Donovan's life had enough havoc. It didn't need any assistance from Trent Nichols and his fucking haunted script.

Ah! The magic of Hollywood. Who would have ever guessed that Trent's ghost and Donovan's monster would become acquainted?

Things like this didn't happen in real life. They only happened on some stupid Hollywood soundstage. Had he actually overheard a rehearsal and jumped to enough wrong conclusions to earn Olympic gold? Had he actually been foolish enough to believe what he heard were his amazing wife's own words, and not those of some demented screenwriter? Had he actually just confessed to an affair he never had solely for the purpose of hurting that same amazing wife the way be believed she had hurt him? How the hell was he going to explain his lunacy to Laci?




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Turned out -- he didn't have to. The fan had finally reached maximum speed and the shit was flying in every direction.

By the time he went looking for her, she had moved lock, stock, and stuffed unicorn, out of their bedroom to the guest bedroom at the far end of the hall. When he tried to talk to her and point out that two people who cared about each other shouldn't go to bed angry, she pointed out that he didn't have to worry because she wouldn't be going to bed with him.

Stupidity, thy name is Donovan Corbett, except, he wasn't stupid. He was exceptionally smart and ran his corporate empire and his Dominant empire with a very skilled and controlled iron fist.

And then there was Laci, Donovan's own personal, blue-eyed, angelic form of Kryptonite.

The calendar was waving to him, pointing out how little time he had to unfuck all that had been fucked.

Real life wasn't always a big budget, passionately gripping theatrical release with a predictable but happy ending. It wasn't long until his first anniversary and Donovan had the very distinct feeling if he didn't figure things out, there was a good chance he wouldn't be having a sequel of his own.

Chapter 2 Egregious Miscalculation

Victor was clattering around the kitchen while Donovan was having a cup of coffee, pretending to read the newspaper and attempting to sort out his dilemma. How in the hell could Victor make so much noise? He was one person with a decibel level usually in the range of a herd of stampeding elephants.

"Victor, could you stop whatever it is you're doing and give me a little peace and quiet?"

"Not doing anything. Just standing here waiting for you to tell me what's on your mind."

"Nothing is on my mind. I'm simply trying to read the paper and would appreciate some quiet."

"Which you'll get as soon as you tell me what's on your mind," Victor retorted.

"There is nothing on my mind. I'm minding my own business and hoping you'll mind yours."

"How's the coffee?"

"It's fine, Victor."

"So what's on your mind?"

"Damn it! Can't you just leave me alone to enjoy my coffee?"

"Need more sugar?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Victor, what the hell is your problem?"

"Me? Got no problem except wondering what's on your mind and why you've been sitting there for almost an hour drinking coffee and haven't noticed that I never poured coffee in your cup. Other than that, no problems here. So what's on your mind?"

Donovan huffed in annoyance. "Laci and I had a disagreement. Are you satisfied?"

"Nope."

"Victor, are you going to badger me forever?"

"Until the end of time. So what's on your mind."

"I already told you. Laci and I had a disagreement."

"You fucked up, didn't you?"

"Why is it always my fault? A lot of people make mistakes every single day and not everything that happens is my fault."

"That's very true, Donovan. People make mistakes all the time. While you've been sitting here, there've probably been ten thousand mistakes made in every corner of the world, and only some of them have been your fault, so, what'd you do to fuck up?"

"Victor, it's a long story."

"No shit. When have you ever had anything but a long story? What'd you do this time?"

"I told Laci I was having an affair. Now are you satisfied?"

Victor was actually shocked. "You're cheating on Laci?"

"Of course not. Other than when I'm training, I haven't looked at another woman since Laci."

"Donovan? Are you gay?"

"No, I'm not gay." Donovan was having a hard time hiding his annoyance. "What the hell is wrong with you? You've known me for years. If I was gay, wouldn't you have figured it out by now?"

Victor didn't seem convinced. "One would think, but if you're having an affair, and you haven't looked at another woman, what's left? Sex has a pretty short menu, Donovan. Men. Women. Not much else to choose from. Well, there is, but let's not go there. Even you're not that crazy."

"Victor. Shut up."

"So, why're you cheating on Laci?"

"I just told you that I'm not."

Victor looked at him in confusion. "Okay. Let's start again. What's on your mind, Donovan?"

Donovan's level of exasperation was about to reach its peak. "I already told you. Laci and I had a disagreement. I misunderstood something and I told her I was having an affair, but I'm not having an affair. I would never cheat on my wife. That would be reprehensible."

"So you told her you were having an affair that you're not having, but she thinks you're having?"

"Exactly."

"Okay. Let's start again. What's on your mind, Donovan?"

"Victor, just shut up. I need to figure out what I'm going to do."

"What you're going to do about Laci and the affair you told her you're having but you're not having even though you told her you were having it? Is that what you want to figure out, because I'm telling you -- no way you're figuring that out. I know they say confession is good for the soul, but the way it works is you're supposed to do something before you confess. You don't confess first."

"Victor, you're giving me a headache."

"Donovan, way I see it, headache's the least of your problems.

"Unless you have something helpful to say, just don't say anything."

"You fucked up."

"Yes, Victor. I know."

"You finally found someone you care about more than you care about yourself, and you fucked up."

"What part of that was the helpful part?"

"How are you planning to unfuck things?"

Donovan sighed wearily. "I don't know. I have no fucking idea how I'm going to unfuck what I fucked up since I wasn't planning to fuck up, but fucked up anyway. Does that answer your fucking question?"

"So am I to understand something occurred, which because of your compulsively obsessive psyche resulted in an egregious miscalculation on your part leading to a prime target objective of retaliation, which manifested itself solely due to your inability to employ more efficient and maturely appropriate coping mechanisms? Would that be an accurate assessment?" Victor wanted to know.

Donovan stared at him. "What?"

"You fucked up because you're an asshole."

"Victor, go away. Go annoy your wife. Go annoy Trent Nichols. Just go."

"What kind of a friend would I be if I left you? You need me to help get you unfucked."

"All right. If you're so helpful, what do you suggest I do?"

"What I always suggest. Talk to her. You were alone for a long time and now you're not. It's not all about you anymore and at some point, you're going to have to start including her in your marriage."

"What the hell does that mean? I include her."

"I don't mean the bedroom stuff, Donovan. I mean the relationship stuff. Talk to her."

"Which would be easier if she was talking to me. In case you haven't noticed, she's barely said a word to me for the last couple of days. It's a little hard to have a one sided conversation," Donovan stated.

"Not true," Victor told him. "You do it all the time. You love hearing yourself talk. Listening to yourself talk and fucking up are two of your favorite hobbies. Thing is, Donovan, she's pretty tolerant, but one of these days her patience with you is gonna wear out and you'll be really miserable if she walks away."

"She may have already done that. She couldn't wait to move out of our bedroom and she said she'll talk to me when she knows what she wants to say. That doesn't sound very good, relationship-wise."

"Donovan, I don't get it. Why can't you read Laci the way you read everyone else? She reads you. I would bet anything she already knows you didn't have an affair and she's not planning to talk to you until she figures out why you told her you did. Why don't you just make it easy on both of you, tell her and get it over with? Why did you lie to her in the first place? Most men who have affairs lie to their wives and say they didn't. Only you would not have an affair and lie and say you did."

"You know that script you were reading with Trent?" Victor nodded and Donovan continued, "I heard her reading through it with him and I thought she was talking about me."

"No. Really. Why'd you lie?"

"That's really why, Victor. It sounded very authentic, at the time. She can do everything else, so I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise that she can also act."

"No. Really. Why'd you really lie?"

"Damn it, Victor, that's really why. I was in the office and overheard them in the garden and I overreacted a little. What if you'd heard Marian saying something like that? How would you feel if you heard your wife saying those words?"

Victor wandered restlessly around the kitchen for several minutes. "You know, Donovan, for once you have me stumped. I get what you're saying, but Master Donovan is no insecure guy. You're demanding, controlling, arrogant, egotistical, self-absorbed, dictatorial, narcissistic, pompous, domineering....."

"I get the point, Victor. Any chance you can get to your point?"

"My point is what would make you believe Laci would say things like that about you? Although," Victor looked at his friend, "it's actually kinda nice."

"What's nice? What's so fucking nice about thinking your wife hates you then screwing up your marriage to the point where your wife doesn't even want to talk to you? What's nice about that?"

"What's nice," Victor told him smugly, "is that you really love her and for once in your life, someone else is more important to you than you are to yourself. You really love her, even though she isn't submissive, you have no idea what's going on in her head and she makes you crazier than you already are, but you love her anyway and that's nice. So how about taking your dictatorial, narcissistic, pompous self to wherever she is, and telling her. Go talk to her Donovan. She knows you better than you know you, and she likes you anyway. Go talk to her. She'll understand."

Sure she would. Who wouldn't understand such a simple plot twist?

Chapter 3 Are We Done?

What was he going to tell her? Presuming she would be willing to listen, how was he going to explain his insane reaction to what he thought he heard? Even he had to admit it was childish, but Laci had that effect on him. Donovan spent most of his adult life being prepared for anything, then dealing with it accordingly. Control was only a small part of it. It wasn't as if the world was swarming with submissive people. He'd dealt with plenty of domineering, aggressive and combative people every day and he was good at it, so why did Laci render him crazy and nearly powerless?

Love. Damn it, but Victor was right about that. Donovan Corbett truly loved Laci Grace Corbett. Loving another person was hard enough; loving her was like trying to reach out and grab hold of the wind, but the mistral known as Laci, made every bit of the effort worthwhile.

Donovan spent the rest of the day stalking the driveway, waiting for her to come home. Trent was back from wherever he'd been and was safely hidden away in the guesthouse probably doing actor things. Marian had pulled into the driveway next door and gone into the house she shared with Victor. That was still a hard one for Donovan. Cousin Marian had always been so sensible, but she and Victor were madly in love and very happily married, so it must be true that complete opposites attracted.

And where was Laci? Perhaps hiding was a good word. She had finished for the day with Trent and checked in with Marian, then had gone off on her own to think and figure out what she was going to say to Donovan, her wonderfully dear and mildly deranged husband.

Poor Donovan. He was trying so hard to deal with his dominant tendencies and his couldn't possibly be any less submissive wife. Everything in his world had been neat, orderly and completely in his control until she came wandering into that world and sent it into orbit.

Watching him try to coordinate Donovan the man, with Donovan the husband, and Donovan the Dominant was like watching a championship high stakes poker game. He understood his objective, he wasn't quite sure what card was going to be drawn, but he would be damned if he'd let anyone beat him. That was until Laci out-bluffed him.

True he was still trying to find his way around and figure things out. Falling in love had been hard for Donovan. Believing he was in love had been even harder, but accepting her love was pure wonderment for him.

Laci adored Donovan and considered herself the luckiest woman in the entire world. The relationship wasn't without its issues, after all, how many women watched their husband go off for several weeks to train sex slaves, but it was part of who he was and she could deal with it as long as she knew he'd be back and she knew he'd always be back. A man like Donovan was rare. When he loved, it was with his entire heart and every bit of his being. What woman could resist a love like that?

She wished he could see himself as she saw him. There was no question about his need to control, and when he was working, he was profoundly awe-inspiring. He was so smart and quick, watching him wheel and deal, demolish an opponent or command a meeting was a truly magnificent sight. Of course, watching him struggle with some mundane task like putting batteries in a flashlight made her love him even more. She would never get tired of watching his autocratic and formidable side, but his helpless side made her melt. His confidence in the workplace was paramount, and his uncertainty and confusion with all the little things made him human.

She recalled a day when she wanted to plant some seeds for a small herb garden. He didn't have the slightest idea where to start, in fact, she wasn't sure he'd ever touched dirt prior to that day but he jumped in wholeheartedly, made a huge mess and got every single seed planted. His almost child-like enthusiasm and wonder when he saw the seeds actually starting to sprout filled her with complete joy. He filled her with complete joy . . . when he wasn't having one of his breakdowns.

Every so often, all the components of his personality collided and his brain imploded. Why else would he tell her he'd been having an affair? Like she would ever believe that. For one thing, he was too honorable and for another, he wouldn't have the energy after she was done with him. Donovan might have many faults, but none of them were in their bedroom. Still, something had set him off, he'd overreacted, and sometimes his overreactions got a little out of control.

Laci didn't usually play games, but if he needed to realign his personality, his aura and chakras, or do whatever he did to take back his control, she could handle it and play along. She was used to his moments of lunacy, the only difference was this time she called him on it and moved out of their bedroom. She'd never done that before and he'd paced so much during the last couple of days, he probably could have made it all the way to Canada. It was only a matter of time until he told her what was on his mind and all the planets in Donovan's universe would once again be in harmony.

Unless she decided to make him work just a little harder for it this time. Control went both ways.

Finally. Finally he saw her car coming down the street. Where the hell had she been? How could he work things out if she wasn't around to work with him? "Laci, we need to talk about some things."

"Okay."

Did that mean okay, yes -- or okay, no -- or okay, I'll talk to you when I damn well feel like it? He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into his office. She stood watching him struggling to take back control. "Laci, I did not have an affair."

"Okay. Are we done?"

"What the hell do you mean 'are we done'? Is that all you have to say?"

Good sign. She seemed to be thinking about it. "Yes. Are we done?"

Maybe not such a good sign. "Laci, we need to discuss this. I need to make you understand. I did not have an affair. I told you I did, but I didn't. Have an affair. I never had one. Do you understand?"

'Yes. Are we done?"

"No, we're not done! We need to get this settled. Maybe you didn't hear me."

"Of course I heard you. You're standing right in front of me. You told me you had an affair that you didn't have."

"Exactly." Finally. She was finally understanding. "Do you forgive me?"

She looked slightly puzzled. "Why do you need forgiveness for something you haven't done?"

This was good. She was paying attention and asking questions. He just wished he had the answer. "I guess I don't since I never actually did anything. So it's all settled and everything's been cleared up and you can move back into our bedroom."

"Thank you for clearing it up, but I'm not moving back into the bedroom. Are we done?"

"NO! WE'RE NOT DONE! I thought you understood."

"Donovan, I totally understand. You told me you were having an affair that you never had. I absolutely understand."

"Then why won't you move back to our bedroom?"

Her glance was just chilly enough. "Because you lied to me. When we got married, the only things I asked for were love, respect, and trust. A man who loves his wife doesn't say he's cheating when he's not. A man who respects his wife tells the truth. A man who suddenly confesses to not having an affair he previously said he had is hardly the pinnacle of trust."

"Sometimes I get confused." Sometimes? He got confused every time she walked into the damn room.

"Then I'll clear things up for you. When you're ready to get unconfused and tell me what's really going on, we can talk about it. I think we're done now." She turned and started to leave.

"Laci! Wait!" This wasn't going as planned. Maybe he needed Trent Nichols to lend him a script. A fucking script was what started this whole mess. "I heard something and thought I understood, but what I heard wasn't what was really said, except, I thought it was. Then, I heard it again and that was when I knew what I heard wasn't really what I heard, even though I thought it was what I heard."

Let the babbling begin.

"And that was why you told me you were having an affair you weren't actually having."

"Exactly." Why the hell did it always take her so long to understand? He'd made it perfectly clear.

"Well, if you're hearing things that aren't being said, that's not really a good thing. Perhaps you should see a doctor. Are we done now?"

"NO!" he told her loudly and stubbornly. "We're not done until you forgive me."

"But, Donovan, we've already established you haven't done anything that requires forgiveness."

"Right." Donovan looked at her in defeat. "I guess we're done." He watched her turn and leave the room before he sank down into his chair. He tried to look at the bright side, although, whichever way he flipped it, none of the sides appeared particularly bright. I am a Dominant, he reminded himself. I am in complete and total control. Maybe he could give himself another round of applause. At least if no one else appreciated him, he could appreciate himself. Let's hear it for Donovan!

Chapter 4 Chain of Fools

Donovan loved their bedroom. Of course he loved it more when they were both in it together, but a reconciliation didn't appear to be happening anytime soon. Maybe sitting quietly in the sauna would help him think more clearly.

Donovan purchased the house years ago because Marian lived in Georgia and he liked visiting with her when his scheduled permitted. Although not as grand as some of his other properties, it was a stately and classic Southern colonial which hadn't been updated in years so when he decided it was time for some renovations, he was pleased they were able to make changes but keep most of the elegant charm that was the true personality of the house.

The only place they really changed was the master bedroom. Decorated in soft tints of blue and grey, it had become a tranquil oasis away from the rest of the world. It wasn't just a place for sleeping or sex, although they did plenty of both, but it was also a place of serenity. Well, maybe not for the sex part.




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Other than the bed, his favorite part was the sauna. After a long exhausting day, he liked to lie back and relax. After a session of Laci's submission, he really needed to lie back and relax. Perhaps lying back and relaxing would help him figure out a way to untangle the very tangled web he'd managed to wrap around himself.

For the millionth time he tried to figure out why he, Donovan Corbett, Master Donovan, dissolved into an incoherent mess whenever he went up against his Prom Queen wife. It wasn't reasonable. Almost every other part of his life was organized, planned, and controlled. Maybe he should stop putting her up on such a high pedestal. Even though he thought of her as perfect, no one was really perfect all the time. He was intrigued with her from the first time he saw her and even after all the time that had passed, it hadn't changed, but it was more than simple intrigue. Even though he had never expected to fall in love, his feelings for Laci went beyond love.

Laci just wasn't like anyone else. How had she become who she was? Her life hadn't been sunshine and rainbows, but she was a fighter and had managed to come out on top. She'd made his life so much better, but it was a sobering thought to wonder if he'd made much change or improvement in hers. She could survive without him. He had to hope she'd at least miss him, but she'd go on living and thriving and being Laci. He'd survive, too, but that's all he'd do within the confines of his world. If they were to separate, he'd go back to living his routine, grey, clouded life. She'd keep riding her rainbows. It wasn't exactly Dom-like and it was hard to admit, but he kind of liked riding rainbows with her.

Someone was at the sauna door. Laci! Their talk had gotten through to her and she'd decided to forgive him for what he hadn't done that didn't need forgiveness. All it took was a little clarification and patience. He knew it. He knew she'd come looking for him.

He was ready. Hell, he'd been ready and supremely horny for the last couple of days, but he was going to be as nonchalant as possible - as possible as he could be with his cock standing at attention and practically glowing like a neon sign. The sauna was hot, but that didn't matter. People did hot yoga all the time. It improved flexibility and stamina, alleviated stress and heightened focus and awareness. He could only imagine how fucking amazing hot sauna sex was going to be. Fucking amazing and healthy.

The door was opening.

In walked the love of his life . . . Trent Nichols . . . wrapped in a terrycloth robe, and for reasons known only to himself, trying to manipulate a set of shackles, because didn't all mega-sleaze actors use shackles in a sauna? Had to be a new Hollywood trend. Could be worth checking out.

It was a little hard to miss Donovan standing at full salute. "Hey, Donovan. Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time. Laci said I could use the sauna."

Of course she did. Laci was the perfect hostess and submissive to everyone except her darling and Dominant husband. Oh well. If Laci wasn't talking to him, at least he could spend quality time chit-chatting with really nice guy and sleazy actor, Trent. Maybe he could be useful enough to come up with a plot twist to unfuck Donovan's world. Donovan grabbed his towel. "Not at all, Trent. Make yourself comfortable. I thought Laci was coming in the sauna." Donovan settled onto one of the lounges.

"All that for Laci, huh? Not surprised. She is pretty hot. You're a lucky man, Donovan. Any chance you might know anything about shackles?" Trent removed his robe and, with a deep sigh, settled onto the other lounge.

Did Master Donovan know anything about shackles? Donovan's eyes narrowed suspiciously. What the hell did Trent Nichols do in his spare time? "A little. Why do you need shackles? Probably not the best idea in a sauna. Humidity could make them a little rusty."

Trent looked up in surprise. "Never thought of the humidity. Need them for my next film. I'm playing a magician who can get out of any type of device in a matter of seconds and I get kidnapped by some guy who's trying to break his brother out of some foreign prison. Cool role, huh? Gotta figure these out. Supposed to be some kind of trick to them, but damned if I can guess what it is. Got any plans for your anniversary?"

"How do you know about my anniversary?" Donovan continued to eye Trent as he manipulated the four steel cuffs connected together with chain. Shackles weren't the hardest devices in the world to understand, except, apparently, for wife-stealing actors.

"You kidding? Laci made damn sure I knew she was taking a couple of days off. Made it her only condition to agreeing to work for me." The chain and cuffs continued to clank as Trent worked with them. "She's astonishing. How the hell does she do everything she does in a single day?"

The Hollywood idiot had no idea what he was doing with the device he was twisting and turning this way and that. He was going to end up hanging himself with the damn things if he wasn't careful. "I've asked myself that question many times. Laci just does what Laci does and sometimes it's best not to question her. Her methods aren't always the most conventional or easy to understand."

Trent nodded. "Truer words were never spoken, but she's a treasure. Can I be honest? First time I met her I wanted to sweep her off her feet, but she let me know her boundaries. Made it clear you were her number one priority and her most special person in the world. You really are a lucky bastard. She's smart and gorgeous, plus I know I can trust her. That's hard for someone like me. If I trust the wrong person, every bit of my personal life could end up in the tabloids or on TV. I could do the dumbest thing in the world around her and I know she'll keep my secrets. Finding someone like her is rare. I'd hire her in a minute but she loves it here, almost as much as she loves you."

"Laci told you that?"

"Not in so many words, but she talks about you with such total and honest devotion. That's not something I see in Hollywood. Egos, careers, money, and marriage aren't a good mixture. If I meet someone, my first thought doesn't have anything to do with happily ever after. It's more about what does she want from me, is there any hope of trusting her, and will she sign a pre-nup? Not the most romantic start to a relationship, but it's my reality. I don't think Laci wants a damn thing from me and I know I can trust her. I'm a little iffy on the pre-nup thing. Have the feeling she'd try to choke me with it. You ask her to sign one?"

"Thought about it, but decided against it. Had no doubt she'd try to choke me with it." Donovan was watching Trent with growing impatience. "Trent, give me those damned things. What the hell are you trying to do with them? Turn around and put your hands behind your back." Master Donovan knew how to command certain things. Expertly, he snapped two of the cuffs around Trent's wrists. "They're exactly like handcuffs. Just put them on and snap closed." Donovan reached back to grab his towel that was falling.

"I get it," Trent was saying, "just like this."

Before Donovan realized what was happening, Trent, who seemed to be lacking in mental dexterity but was surprisingly agile physically, managed to snap the two remaining cuffs around Donovan's wrists. Could the day get any better? Laci wasn't talking to him and now, Master Donovan was naked and shackled with his hands behind his back, to equally naked mega-sleazy star, Trent. Great. "Yes, Trent, that's how it's done. Where's the key?"

"On the table in the guesthouse."

Of course it was. Where else would the fucking key be? Who was growling? Surely that wasn't Master Donovan? He tried to stay patient. "Trent, number one rule when using shackles, or handcuffs, or any similar devices, is to make sure the key is always at hand."

"Yeah," Trent agreed, "I guess that would be good."

"Yeah, well now we're going to work together and get the door open, then carefully maneuver our way down the stairs and through the house, and get the key. Have you got that, Trent? Just pretend you're doing your own stunts." Yes, that was more growling from Master Donovan.

The two attempted to stand up. As they were making their way to the door, the sound Donovan least wanted to hear penetrated the room.

"Donovan? Where the hell are you?"

Victor. And the day just got better and better. "I'm in the sauna, Victor," Donovan called."

The door flew open. "Hey, Donovan, Laci wanted me to tell you.......what the fuck......?"

"Unlock me, Victor."

"What the hell are you doing now?"

Donovan tried to stay patient. "I'm showing Trent how shackles work."

"Sure you are, and naked shackle training is just a regular occurrence for you, isn't it? Actually, I guess it is, but that's a whole other story."

"Victor, just go get the damned key. Trent said it's on the table in the guest house." Trent just stood, helpfully nodding his head in agreement.

"Donovan? You trying to get yourself in that world record book? Is there a record for how many things you can get yourself attached to while naked, cause you're getting pretty good at it. Might've already won that record by now."

"Victor, go get the fucking key and unlock me."

"This is kind of a new one for you, being attached to another person. Shackles are a real nice touch. Uh, Donovan? You haven't changed your mind about that gay thing, have you?"

Patience, Donovan told himself. Patience. "Victor, unless you want this chain wrapped around your neck, you'll stop the inquisition and go get the fucking key, from the fucking guesthouse!"

"No need to shout. Be back in a minute." He was out the door.

"Might as well sit down while we wait," Trent suggested.

"Sure, might as well," Donovan agreed. Might as well just sit back and enjoy the rest of the day. If he was any luckier, Laci would come in and serve tea and cookies.

"Hey, Donovan, I'm not trying to pry, but how come you like to get naked and fasten yourself to things?"

"Good question, Trent, but it's not usually a conscious choice. It just seems to happen." How great that he came into the sauna to relax, figure out a way to make things better with his wife, and ended up naked and chained to another naked man. Funny how life worked. "Where the hell is Victor? What's taking him so long?"

"You know, Donovan, Victor's a real nice guy, but I think he's a couple of tacos short of a fiesta platter. I mean, I know he works for you and all...just saying..."

Perhaps Donovan had been wrong about Trent's intelligence. Maybe he was smarter than he looked.

"Hey, Trent? You know those movies where something happens, somebody hears something wrong and there's a misunderstanding and everything falls apart?"

"Yeah. That's a Hollywood staple. I've done two films using that plot. Why?"

"Just wondering how they ended. How did they work things out and get it all resolved?" Donovan wanted to know.

"Well, in the first one, my ex-girlfriend set up my current girlfriend so she'd believe I was still involved with the ex. The new girl, who I really loved, was leaving town and luckily I found out in time to stop her. There was this big dramatic reunion scene in the rain where I had to declare my undying love. Damn thing shot for hours and ended up getting soaked about fifty times. Let me tell you, Hollywood is not all about red carpets. The other one was even worse, but people like to see happy endings. For that one, I had the most incredible wife in the world and overheard her talking to someone about how much she hated me. I started acting like a total prick and she had no idea why. Turns out, she was just reading from a book and I got the whole thing wrong. I mean, how likely is that?"

"Yeah," Donovan agreed, "that could never really happen. How'd it get resolved?"

"She left me and I had to go after her and tell her the truth to get her back, even though it made me look like the biggest, fucking fool in the world. I mean, why would a guy with a great wife believe something like that? In the end, she made me work for it but forgave me so everyone got their happy ending. At least I didn't have to stand in pouring rain for hours when I shot the second one. Hey! Where the hell is Victor? He should've been back by now."

As if on cue, the door again flew open. "Sorry, Donovan," Victor said. "No key. See you in the morning." He started out the door.

"VICTOR! GET BACK HERE!"

"See what I mean?" Trent said. "Tacos."

"You guys want tacos? Sounds good to me, but won't the sauna make 'em kinda soggy? How about if you get dressed and I'll go for the tacos. Nothing personal, but I'd prefer not eating tacos with two naked guys. Plus it's a safety thing. Hot sauce doesn't go real well with certain parts of the anatomy. I hope I don't have to explain further."

"VICTOR, I DON'T WANT ANY FUCKING TACOS!"

"Okay. Don't have to yell about it. Want burgers? Bet Laci'd like pizza. Oh yeah, Laci wanted me to tell you something."

"Victor, are you sure the key wasn't on the table in the front room of the guest house?" Trent asked. "I know I left it there."

"Nope. No key. Looked on all the tables. So which is it? Tacos or burgers? How about wings?"

"Victor, could you go look for some bolt cutters and cut the shackles?" Donovan snarled.

"Sure. Right after I get back with the food. Was it tacos or wings?"

"Damn it, Victor. I don't care about the fucking food. Just get the cutters."

"Actually, wings sound good," Trent stated. "Do they have the spicy, barbeque kind?"

"Sure. Love those. Hey, Donovan. Feel like going a little crazy with some spicy wings, or you just gonna have the plain stuff like always?"

Dominants do not cry, Donovan reminded himself. They stay in control until they have the opportunity to murder their employees. "Victor, I don't want any damned wings."

"Okay then, wings for two. Be right back."

"VICTOR!!"

"Change your mind? Wings for three it is."

"Victor, I am ordering you to unlock me from these chains, then I am demanding you tell me whatever it is you came in to tell me about Laci. Short menu, Victor. Unlock. Tell. Can you handle that?"

"Of course I can." He looked a little insulted. "I've handled way more complicated things than that. Laci said to tell you she was going to the ranch for a few days. Seems like she's still pissed at you. Thought you were going to talk to her and tell her about the affair."

"Affair? You're cheating on Laci?" Trent asked. "I can't believe you cheated and right before your anniversary? How could you cheat on Laci?"

"That's what I asked," Victor told him, "but he's not really cheating. He just told her he was cheating."

"That doesn't make sense," Trent responded.

"See," Victor told Donovan.

"Victor," Donovan spoke precisely and clearly, "unless you want to be responsible for my cousin becoming a widow in the very near future, I strongly advise you to listen to me. I want these damned shackles off before the locks fuse together with rust. Go call a locksmith."

"At this time of night. It's gonna cost you."

"I don't care. I just want these damned cuffs off."

"Shoulda just said that in the beginning." Victor reached into his back pocket and removed a small, flat case. Popping it open, he selected a thin, wire-shaped object. He inserted it into the locks on the shackles and within seconds Donovan and Trent were free of their restraints.

"Why the fucking hell didn't you do that in the first place?" Donovan demanded.

"You told me to get the key," Victor reminded him. "Hey, Trent, you still up for those wings?"

"Sure. Just take me a minute to get dressed." Trent grabbed his robe and started for the door.

"Trent," Donovan called, "don't forget your shackles."

"Thanks, Donovan, and thanks for showing me how they work."

"No problem, Trent. No problem at all."

There they went -- Trent and Victor. It was a little hard to tell who was playing the part of the taco and who was playing the part of the fiesta platter.

Meanwhile, Laci had gone to the ranch for a couple of days and their first anniversary was the day after tomorrow. There wasn't much time to unfuck what had been fucked, so maybe he should follow Trent's Hollywood plot and go after her. It made a hell of a lot more sense than sitting around with a couple of fiesta platters and a bucket of spicy wings.

By Victor's account and Donovan's calculations, she was probably arriving at the ranch just about the same time he was ready to leave. It would take him close to six hours to drive there and that was too long. One of the benefits of being wealthy was getting whatever one wanted, whenever one wanted it and at this moment, what Donovan wanted was a helicopter. He headed for the airport.

Chapter 5 Knee Deep

Donovan had never been to the ranch before. Laci invited him several times, but he wasn't a ranch-type person. He wasn't a horse or getting dirty type person. He was an immaculately tailored Armani suit type person, so he would not have gone within miles of the place if it wasn't for her.

He hadn't really wanted to tell Laci the complete truth. She believed she was married to a brilliant man, not one who was stupid enough to misunderstand something as simple as two people reading a script. Trent's words came back to him, the words about Laci speaking about Donovan with honest devotion. That was such a huge compliment to him. How could he have believed anything less of her?

And suddenly, none of that mattered. Being in control didn't matter. Behaving like a fool didn't matter. Finding his wife and holding her in his arms was all that mattered. Hopefully, she was willing to be held.

The flight took almost no time. Renting a car at the airport and driving along the dark, deserted roads to the ranch took a little longer than he thought, but it gave him more time to decide what he was going to say. As he pulled through the gates and onto the property, he realized how familiar it all seemed. Laci had described it so many times; he knew right where to go.

He followed the road, driving past the main house towards the barn, stables, and corral areas. She had shown him some photos, so even in the dark it was easy to spot. Stepping from the car he had to admit this was not the type of place that was in his usual zone of comfort. Wide open spaces, empty land, dirt, dust, and darkness as far as the eye could see held no appeal for Master Donovan or Donovan Corbett, business owner and entrepreneur. The only one that wanted to be standing exactly at that place was Donovan, man who loved Laci. He set off to find the room behind the barn.

That had to be it. There was an overhead light, like some type of heavenly beacon, shining down right where he knew he'd find her. The gravel crunched under his feet as he made his way across the yard. The door was right where he thought it would be, and he suddenly wondered if it was locked. It damn well better be locked. She better not be sleeping with an unlocked door unless she was sleeping with one of her whips under her pillow to use as a weapon against intruders, like the one he was about to become.

He tried the door latch. Locked. Good for her but not so good for him. There was a window next to the door and it was cracked open just enough for him to push it aside and climb into the room. What was the point of locking the door if any vagrant that happened along could climb through the window? He really was going to have to have a long and serious talk with her, when she was talking to him again.

He peered through the glass and there she was, sound asleep. There was just enough light beaming into the room for him to see her with her arms wrapped around that fucking stuffed unicorn. Why the hell was he here? Damn thing always stared at him and gave him the creeps.




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Silently and slowly, he pushed the window aside. It was easy to hoist himself up. Good. There was a chair right under the window. Perfect for him or any marauder to use to gain easy entry. What the hell was she thinking? Didn't she understand the meaning of security? Obviously just about as well as she understood the meaning of submissive.

Donovan stepped down from the chair and glanced around. She had been so grateful when the owners of the ranch said she could live in the room. She had described it perfectly. It was far from luxurious, but she had made it comfortable and cozy. This was where she had spent many years after her parents couldn't be bothered with her and had basically pushed her out of their lives. Not for the first time he wondered how they could have done it. They should have treasured her as much as he did.

Stealthily he made his way over to the bed. There was just enough light to see her. With her silky, soft blonde hair feathered out across the pillow, she looked like a beautiful, sleeping princess from a fairytale. Tempted to wake her with a kiss, Donovan instead leaned over and gently touched her cheek. He saw her glorious, blue eyes starting to open.

She moved swiftly, and as her knee connected directly with his balls, she heard a low agonizing moan. Instantly awake and out of bed, Laci snapped on the bedside lamp just in time to see Donovan, doubled over, slump sideways onto the bed.

"Donovan?? You scared me half to death!" She was obviously shocked at the sight of him in the room. "What are you doing here?"

It was his own fault. He should have guessed. She had been a Prom Queen. She could split a leaf cleanly in half with one stroke of a whip. She had a fabulous ass. She baked the best damn cookies in the world. She knew how to 'insta-fuck'. She was a blue-eyed angel. Of course she could kill a man with one well-placed knee to the balls. Why should he be surprised?

Arms wrapped around himself, eyes squeezed tightly shut, face pale and contorted in pain, Donovan could only choke out a single word, "Dying."

"Donovan, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was you. C'mon, lie back and try to relax." He was shuddering and moaning as she helped him slowly recline and lie back on the bed, then removed his shoes. "Are you all right? Do you want me to call a doctor?"

He shook his head. "No. Ow! It's not that bad. Ow! I think that damned unicorn," he groaned, "prevented the full impact of your deadly knee." He was moaning. "Ow! He's staring at me again. I think he's enjoying this. I'm almost certain he's laughing at me."

He winced as she sat on the bed at his side and reached for his belt buckle. His hand covered hers. "Could we save tying privileges until later?" he asked, his forehead furrowed with pain. "I'm not really in the mood at the moment." He groaned again

"Donovan? Seriously? You're in this much pain and you're thinking about sex?"

"Laci, as long as you are anywhere near where I am, and I am breathing, I will probably be thinking about sex. Ow!" He started moaning again.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she unbuckled his belt, unfastened the waist of his slacks, and unzipped the zipper. "Lie still and hush. I'm only trying to relieve the pressure on your lower abdomen. Would some ice help? Are you sure you don't need a doctor?"

"I'm sure. Ow! No ice, but could you help me take off my jacket? I think I'd be more comfortable."

Reaching over, she unbuttoned his shirt, then gently stretched out his arm and pulled both the sleeve of his shirt and jacket off. Carefully, she did the same with the sleeves on the other side. "Can you sit up a little?" she asked. As he did, she helped support him then pulled the garments away, tossing them on a nearby chair. She helped him recline again, not missing how much pain the small effort caused.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead, his breathing was shallow and his face was so white, she was afraid he was going to pass out. She went into the bathroom returning with a damp cloth. Folding it, she placed it on his forehead. Sitting next to him she rested a hand on his bare chest, trying to comfort him and help him relax.

Finally, he opened his eyes, looking at her with a mixture of gratitude and pain. She could see he was still hurting, but his breathing was starting to return to normal and he had color back in his face.

"Please, would you mind turning off that bright light?" he asked. Reaching over, she snapped off the lamp and the room was again in dim shadows. "Thanks. Would you happen to have any aspirin?"

"Sure. How many would you like?"

"Ow!" Donovan was shifting on the bed, to try and make himself more comfortable. "Ow! I'd say ten, twelve bottles would work out well. Do aspirin come in kegs?"

Rolling her eyes, Laci went into the bathroom while Donovan watched her from his position on the bed. As always, she looked beautiful. She'd almost turned him into a eunuch, and she hadn't even messed up her hair. How the hell did she always look so damned good?

Returning to his side, she handed him two aspirin tablets and a glass of cool water. After swallowing the pills, he gave her the glass. She placed it on the table, walked to the other side of the bed, and slipped under the blanket, pulling it up over both of them.

She turned on her side to look at him. "Donovan Corbett, you require a lot of maintenance."

He turned his head to look at her. "Laci Corbett, you're a walking weapon."

"What did you expect? I opened my eyes, saw the silhouette of a man standing over me and I reacted. You're the last person I ever expected to have breaking into my room. Is breaking into women's bedrooms a regular habit of yours?"

"I should think it would be fairly apparent I don't do it too frequently. I am clearly not very good at it." He moaned again.

She looked at him with concern. "Are you going to be all right? What can I do to help? Sure you don't need a doctor?"

He took several deep breaths. "No doctor. Just a couple of hours of rest. This would probably be a good time to tell me if you have any other hidden assassin skills I should know about? Any black belts I've never seen? Any other weapons you've mastered? Ow! Guns? Daggers? Flame Throwers? Light Sabers? Do I need full body armor or will a bullet proof vest suffice? How about personal injury insurance? Should I upgrade my coverage? Ow! Damn that hurts!"

"Donovan, what are you doing here?"

He looked over at her again. "Oh! Ow!" Maybe a few extra groans would make her feel sorry for him. Sympathy could work to his benefit. So could simple honesty. "You're here."

"But you said you'd never come to the ranch."

"I didn't have an affair."

"I know that. I never thought you did."

"Then why'd you move out of our bedroom six months ago? Do you know how hard it's been for me not having you there at night? I haven't had a good night's sleep since you left. And don't think it's escaped my attention that you never answered my question about the flame thrower."

She couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Donovan, it's been less than a week since I moved out of the bedroom."

"Seems a lot longer," he grumbled.

"And when something upsets the balance in your world, I've discovered it's best to leave you be and let you work it out for yourself. Sometimes you need to be alone."

"And were you ever planning to let me in on that little secret? You can leave me alone without leaving me alone, you know. Ow! It gives me too much time to think. Ouch! Too much thinking leads to bad choices. I think I've proved that."

"Want to tell me the rest?"

"No. You'll think I'm an idiot. You'll try to incinerate me with your hidden flame thrower." She just looked at him, not saying a word. He sighed. "All right. I heard you and Trent in the garden talking about how much you hated your husband and I thought you were talking about me. That's when I did what I did. Then I found out you were reading from some fucking script. See? I'm an idiot. A total, aching, every inch in pain, may not be able to walk for a week, idiot."

"Want to tell me the rest?"

"No." He sighed again. "Yes. Laci, we have very different ideas about being in control and submitting. I like control. I thrive on it, and then you come along and suddenly I'm not sure I'm doing it right. It's not good for a Dom to have control and not have control both at the same time. It confuses the slaves. I also find it highly unfair, that I am finally in bed with you again, and for the moment, at least, I can't do anything about it, and yes, I am thinking about sex. Again."

"I believe that is what is known as poetic justice."

"Very funny."

"Master Donovan, my love, I am not oblivious to how difficult things can get for you, but did it ever occur to you that you don't have to be perfect all the time? You're already pretty perfect just as you are. I know you think you're not always in control, but I think you're doing fine. You may not be able to control me, but you are in full and complete control of my heart and you always will be."

"Ballbuster. Flame thrower. Whip wielder. Psychologist. What else don't I know about you?" As he turned to look at her, the movement caused pain to be reflected in his face.

"Lie still, and try to relax. Are you sure you're okay?" She sounded concerned.

"I will be." He leaned back and took a deep breath. "Are we good?"

"We were never bad."

"Would you move over here, a little?" he asked. She hesitated, then shifted closer. As his arm went around her and pulled her towards him, he was breathing harder."

"Donovan, stop. You're in pain." She tried to move away, but he was holding her tightly against him.

"Yes, I'm in pain, although that's most likely not the only reason I'm breaking out in a cold sweat. I've missed you and it would help if you'd stop moving so much. It would also give me great peace of mind if you would move your knee a little, just in case I say something you don't agree with."

Her lips twitching with an amused smile, Laci shifted slowly, nestling close to him, her head resting on his hard chest. She was aware of his ragged breathing as she asked, "Is this better?"

"Much. Ow! Just give me a minute, okay?" She tried not to move as he took several more deep breaths. She could hear and feel his heart pounding, rapidly. After a couple of minutes, she could tell that his breathing and heart rate were returning to normal, as she stayed still, enjoying the feel of his arm around her. "Stay here. I feel a lot better when I'm holding you. Everything's better when I'm holding you."

For a moment she didn't move, then she snuggled closer, relaxing against him. "Okay, but only if you promise to try to relax. Are you comfortable?"

"As comfortable as I can be, and I promise."

"You know, Donovan, maybe next time you think you hear something that you might or might not really be hearing it would be good if you talked to me about it. I might be able to help."

"That's part of the problem. You always help. You always know what to do and what to say and you always make everything perfect. You've made my life so much better and what have I done for you? I've done nothing for you. Nothing except give you grief."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I'm injured. It's the best I can do."

"Donovan, I have a good mind to kick you again." She could feel him flinching. "Remember what I told you about my past? Imagine how I felt coming home, discovering my mother had walked away? I wondered for years what I had done wrong to make both parents not want to bother with me. Then you came along and made me feel cherished, like the most special person in the world. I never have to wonder how you feel. I know you love me and you always will. That's what you've done for me."

He was quiet for several minutes. "No one has ever said anything like that to me before."

"And they damn well better not ever say it in the future. You're mine, Master Donovan. Every inch of you, your controlling tendencies, obsessive, compulsive habits, every paddle, every conclusion you jump to without looking first, and every bit of your insanity. It all belongs to me."

"Victor is partially responsible for the insanity. Trust me on this...do not ask him about tacos."

"Got it. No tacos, and I would agree about his sharing responsibility for the insanity, but you would be lost without him."

"I know," he agreed reluctantly.

"How about trying to get some rest?"

"I love you, Laci."

"I love you, Donovan." She snuggled closer. He heard a small sigh, and within minutes, he could tell she was serenely asleep, her soft curves nestled next to his body, her head resting on his chest. Did all angels fall asleep so quickly and easily?

Other than some lingering pain, he was completely content lying there, holding her, looking into the shadows, stroking her soft hair. He had the most perfect wife in the world and she accepted him for who he was. Life was good and getting better. Of course, there was still the matter of the flame thrower, but as long as she kept it away from Victor, he could learn to live with it. Damn fool would probably burn down the house trying to make his own spicy wings.

Chapter 6 Try to Make Me Go to Rehab -- Yes! Yes! Yes!!

It was still dark when Laci felt Donovan nuzzling the back of her neck. She had turned on her side and he was spooning, his front to her back, his arm holding her close. As she wriggled closer to him, she felt his bare skin and could immediately tell his injury from the previous evening was far from permanent.

Turning over, she smiled at him. "You're awake early. How are you feeling?"

He had to smile back. "Not quite 100%, but better than last night. It would probably be good if you kept your knees at a safe distance for the next day or two."

"Donovan, I really am sorry. I had no idea you'd come up here. I was caught totally off-guard."

"I know, and it's partially my fault for sneaking in on you, but other than a little soreness, I'm fine. I'm also glad you're able to defend yourself, should the need arise, just as long as it's not against me. At the moment what I'm most looking forward to is getting back to our own home and our own bed. We have an anniversary to celebrate tomorrow."

"I know. One whole year. Did you bring any ranch clothes with you?"

He frowned slightly. "Hi. Have we met? Donovan Corbett. Dom. Compulsive neat freak. Tailored suit maven. I don't even know what ranch clothes are? Jeans? I haven't worn jeans since college, and even then, only when it was necessary."

"I'm going to have to take you shopping. Your ass will look great in a pair of fitted jeans."

"Thank you for the compliment, and no jeans."

"Okay."

Lying back, he groaned. "Why do I sense jeans in my future?"

"After breakfast I'm going to take you to meet Prince."

"I've already met your unicorn. He hates me."

"Virgil doesn't hate you. He helped you just last night."

"He always stares at me. Wait. What do you mean Virgil? I thought he was Prince."

"Well, first he was Virgil, and then he was Matthew, and then he was Prince, but there's the horse, Prince of Darkness, and there's you, Prince of Darkness, and it was getting confusing, so I went back to Virgil."

"What happened to Matthew? I thought you liked that name. It's better than Virgil."

"I love that name. It's one of my favorites, but we're going to name someone else Matthew and what's wrong with Virgil. He likes it."

"Virgil is a terrible name. It's bad enough he sits in our bedroom staring at me, but it's even more unnerving to have someone named Virgil sneering at me. I think he's jealous."

"Donovan, you do realize we're talking about a stuffed toy, right?"

"Of course I do, but he's still fucking creepy and I hate the name Virgil."

"Maybe I could call him Victor. It'll be nice having two Princes and two Victors."

Donovan was silent for a minute. "Virgil's not that bad, and if he likes it, I guess we should respect his wishes." Damn she was good. Some of his best executives couldn't beat the system like she could.

"Thank you, Donovan." She leaned over for a kiss.

Virgil. Who cared what the damned unicorn's name was? He could sleep in the closet so his beady little eyes wouldn't be watching everything. As long as Laci was happy, Donovan was happy.

At the moment, Laci seemed very happy. She was kissing his jaw. It felt really good. She always made him feel better. When Laci was working her magic, he didn't have a care in the world. She was moving her feathery soft kisses down the side of his neck. He loved that. It always made shivers run up and down his spine. Damn she was good at kissing. She was kissing his chest. That always made him sigh in contentment. If it made her happy, he'd convince Victor to change his name to Virgil. Hell, if she'd keep kissing him the way she was kissing him, he'd change his own name to Virgil. Virgil Corbett. Master Virgil. Maybe not.

He was so relaxed. All was well with him and Laci, and she had forgiven him even if he hadn't actually needed forgiveness. Her kisses were going lower and lower and that meant only one thing. He should probably stop her. He still needed a little recuperation time and he wanted to make sure he was in top shape for his anniversary. He'd give her one more minute than he'd stop her.

He hoped she was going to like the bracelet he was giving her. It had taken him hours to design it and he'd driven the jeweler crazy making sure it was exactly right. It was simple and elegant, studded with blue diamonds to match her ring. Oooh! That felt so good. He really was going to have to stop her. Just another minute. One more minute.

He could remember the first time he saw her. Even then she'd been a little intimidating, the way she'd examined him with her eyes but kept her distance. He should have approached her that night. Uh-oh! She was ducking lower and under the covers and she was doing that thing with her nails. Oh wow! Oh that felt good! But he had to stop her. In a minute.

She wanted him to meet her horse. Technically it wasn't her horse, but according to Victor the damned horse was in love with her. Laci had taken Victor and Marian to visit the ranch and he had come back with enough stories to annoy Donovan for a week. Like he was supposed to believe some big stupid horse was in love with his wife. Right. Oh! Wow!! Damn that felt good! How the hell did she do that flickering thing with her tongue on the tip of his cock? It was like she had a double jointed tongue. Who the hell had a double jointed tongue? Oh Damn! One more minute. Just one.

Victor said the fucking horse was actually flirting with her. How the hell did a horse flirt? Even better question: how would Victor know if the horse was flirting? Hmm? Oh WOW! Just one more minute.

Victor. Did Trent and Victor get into any trouble on their spicy wing trek? It probably wasn't the best idea for the two of them to be out wandering by themselves, but if they had any problems, Marian was there to help. Still, Trent was concerned about being in the tabloids and an outing with Victor could lead to just about anything. It was a Hollywood headline waiting to happen: TRENT NICHOLS AND UNIDENTIFIED MALE COMPANION FOUND SHACKLED TO TABLE IN SPICY WING PLACE. Just might give him something to hold over Victor's head for a while. OH FUCK!! She was doing that thing again. She was flickering that spot under his cock. How did she always manage to find it? Had she marked it with a damned Sharpie? Fuck that felt good. Wasn't he supposed to stop her? Just one minute. Maybe two.

He'd never asked Laci about any of her sexual experience before him, but sometimes he wondered. Like how in the hell she knew how to do what she was doing. Oh damn! FUCK! Was he moaning? He had no idea who could be wandering around the ranch, so he was doing his best to be silent. Moaning? That wasn't him and besides, she was going to have to stop in another minute. One minute.




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Considering his own past, it hadn't seemed fair to question her but he had to wonder. She appeared almost naïve and innocent, but her tongue sure as hell wasn't innocent. Oh Damn! OH DAMN! She was doing that thing with her teeth. Teeth and dicks did not belong together. They weren't meant to join in a harmonious relationship, but somehow, her teeth seemed to know how to make his dick sing. It was bellowing an operatic aria on the top of its lungs. Wait. Dicks didn't have lungs, did they? DAMN!

He really had to tell her to stop. Didn't he? Wasn't he supposed to be recuperating? What was it he was recuperating from again? He'd remember. It would just take a minute. It would be a hell of a lot easier if that fucking unicorn would quit groaning and panting. Damn thing hated him. Always stared at him. Virgil. Who in the hell named a unicorn Virgil? Unicorns should have more majestic names like Champion or Max. Or Horny. She'd mentioned the name Horny once. Maybe he could get her to change his name. He'd rather have Horny in the bedroom watching him than Virgil. Oh DAMN!

Oh! This was a new development. She'd never done this before and what the hell was it? OH FUCKING DAMN! IT FELT GREAT!! Was it teeth? No. It was nails. No, teeth. Nails? Oh fuck, who cares? It was amazing and how the hell did she know how to do it? He couldn't be sure if his dick was a tenor or a baritone, but he was one hell of a singer. Between the moaning and groaning and panting and singing, it was like his own damned Carnegie Hall down there. And he would certainly consider giving his wife a standing ovation if he had any strength left to do so. FUCKING HELL!! That was incredible!

Swirling. Swirling was good. It was relaxing. It helped him catch his breath. Swirling was like interval training. He liked swirling. Oh shit! He really liked swirling. Really! REALLY! He was SEX-ERCISING!

Was that a grunt? Was that him or Virgil? Was he going to be adding grunting to the performance? Moaning, groaning, panting, grunting and singing. It belonged in lights. APPEARING TONIGHT: MAESTRO DONOVAN CORBETT AND THE BLOW JOB QUINTET. His dick could outperform Trent Nichols with one ball tied behind his back. Note to self: don't give Laci any ideas. She doesn't need help.

Oh no! His balls. She was doing that thing under his balls. OH WOW! She managed to find that spot. Oh damn! Oh Damn! OH DAMN!! That spot under his balls. That spot. That spot somehow managed to turn his entire body into one enormous, fucking, raging hard-on. How the hell did she do it? He kept meaning to watch but usually his eyes were rolled back in his head just like they were at the moment. One of these days he'd have to watch. One of these days. Wasn't he intending to tell her something?

Oh, wow! Oh, wow! Oh, wow! The groaning section was taking center stage for a solo performance. OH FUCK! She was flickering that spot under his balls. Her incredible double jointed tongue was flickering that spot. THAT SPOT!!! His entire body was riveted to what she was doing and the moaning section was joining the groaning section. They might be singing back-up to his dick, but wow, those guys had some great choreography. So that's where they got the term pole-dancing. What a performance!!

Wasn't he supposed to be telling her something? Oh yeah. He was supposed to be telling her to stop, but he couldn't remember why. Oh Wow! All the parts were in harmony. The arpeggio was starting to climb. Damn they were singing loud! The harmony was cresting. Surging. Intensifying. Getting louder. Who knew he could hold a note for that long? OH FUCK! THE CRESCENDO!!! Fuck!! FUCK!!

Was he breathing? That was one hell of a performance. Was somebody throwing flowers or was he seeing spots in front of his eyes? He'd have to give himself some applause. He'd definitely do that. As soon as he was able to unpry his fingers from the headboard. In about an hour.

Laci was popping back up from under the covers, undoubtedly for her curtain call. "Laci," he was still trying to catch his breath, "you do recall that I was injured last night, right?"

She was beaming. Her usual rays of sunshine were bouncing everywhere. "Of course, and you'll be happy to know there's no bruising."

"Do you mean before you did what you just did, or now?" he asked.

"Donovan, how long will it take until you're feeling better?"

It was going to take a minute for his brain to connect the words. "Well, when I first woke up I would have said a couple of hours. Now I think it's more like a day or two. Why?"

"It's a proven fact that injuries heal better and more quickly with rehabilitation therapy. I think you're going to need intensive rehab for more than just a day or two. I think we should plan on a week or two. At least. Maybe even three weeks of intense and restorative rehab. As much and as often as possible."

"Rehab? You think I need rehab?"

"Rehab." She sounded very definite. "Rehab has amazing curative abilities." She snuggled up next to him. "It's still really early. Why don't you try to get a little more rest? When you wake up you can have another treatment, then breakfast and then you can meet Prince. He gets a little jealous and possessive sometimes, but I'll make sure he's nice to you."

Snuggling a little closer, she was immediately asleep. How the hell did she fall asleep so quickly? He was the one who was exhausted and in need of intensive rehab. Rehab. For a week or two. At least. Maybe even three weeks of intense and restorative rehab. As much and as often as possible. That was what she'd said. He knew he'd heard right. Rehab. At the end of three weeks of rehab he'd be needing rehab to learn how to walk again. And probably to remember his own name. Virgil sounded familiar.

How the fuck did she manage to do that thing she did? Maybe he shouldn't ask. She might be tempted to demonstrate. Rehab. Oh damn. Maybe he shouldn't worry about it. After three weeks of Laci's rehab, he'd probably be dead. It wouldn't matter how the hell she did it.

What, he wondered, would the coroner put on the death certificate?

Cause of death: blow job. That didn't seem right. A death certificate was a legal document.

Cause of death: fellatio. Nope. Still not right.

Cause of death: FEL--LACI--O. That was better.

Donovan Corbett

Cause of death: FEL—LACI—O and excessive smiling due to extensive and curative rehab.

Leave it to Laci to revolutionize the entire medical profession. Rehab! OH, YEAH!

Chapter 7 Save the Date

Donovan opened his eyes. Laci was still asleep, curled up in his arms. It was the morning of his first wedding anniversary and he had accomplished his goal to unfuck all that needed to be unfucked. Or maybe she had done the unfucking. He wasn't quite sure, and it really didn't matter who fucked, unfucked, refucked or defucked - as long as they were together.

The sun was shining, or maybe that was Laci. She was always shining, although since their reconciliation at the ranch she seemed brighter than usual. She wasn't just shining. She was sparkling. Must be from all that damned rehab. She and her tongue had the most extraordinary healing powers. He'd heard about laying on of hands, but laying on of tongues? Laci had wrought many miracles with her tongue. Donovan wasn't sure what condition he'd be in after his extended bout of rehab, but with any luck, he'd need a little more rehab to help recover from his recovery.

As promised, before they left the ranch, she had taken him to meet her horse, the first Prince of Darkness. Donovan had ridden thoroughbreds in his youth but wasn't prepared for the massive creature stomping and snorting angrily around the corral. Smoky-grey, close to 18-hands high, everyone else on the ranch knew him as Ogre, but he was Laci's Prince. And the damned horse really was in love with her. The instant he saw her, he turned from fierce and fire-breathing Ogre, to docile little lamb. He snickered at her and nuzzled her and came pretty close to having his own equine orgasms.

Laci brought him over to Donovan and told Prince Ogre to be nice. Damned horse despised him on sight. Donovan could swear the horse looked at him with a malevolent 'I saw her first' look in his eyes. Fucking horse was probably getting tips from Virgil. It probably didn't help when Laci turned her back and Donovan whispered, 'You may have seen her first, but she gives me rehab'. Who knew horses could understand so well? Or growl?

And who knew a relationship could be both so enlightening and mind-bogglingly unpredictable? He had been shocked into silence the first time he saw her handle a whip. He had been shocked even more when he discovered he had feelings for her. He was stunned when he realized she was returning those feelings. He'd pretty much given up on the traditional Dom/sub thing happening. She'd reinvented a simple and centuries-old concept. Dominants dominated submissive submissives. Before Laci, it was a pretty straight forward idea. After Laci, it was a semi-Dom/and sort-of sub, dominating submissively while submissively dominating. Trying to figure it all out was headache inducing. Damn good thing he was going to rehab.

Sometimes it was hard to keep track of everything. As he and Laci evolved, he was sure he was losing her to Trent Nichols. Instead she accepted Donovan's marriage proposal. Then, he was certain she hated him and he almost screwed up his marriage. He probably deserved the kick in the balls, but he had to admit, she was one hell of a physical therapist. Now he was contending with a blue-eyed and angelic Prom Queen who adored him. And rehab. And a stuffed unicorn who gave him dirty looks. And a growling horse. And Victor. Talk about headache inducing. A few extra sessions of rehab probably wouldn't hurt. Better safe than sorry.

Oh well. None of that mattered. He loved her in a way he never thought he would love anyone. She accepted him and loved him unconditionally. There had been a few unexpected occurrences and bumps in the road, but they were together and would be forever. He had found chaotic happiness and had learned how to ride rainbows. There was no way she could possibly surprise him further. No way.

He looked down to see cornflower blue gazing up at him. She was giving him 'that look', but there was something else. What was different? "Happy Anniversary," he told her, trying to figure out what else he was reading in her eyes.

"We could start the day by making it happier," she responded.

Damn he was lucky. He could figure out what was different later. For the moment, he just wanted her, but this was no time for an 'insta-fuck'. This was their anniversary. That meant an 'insta-fuck-supreme'.

He moved quickly, over her, inside her. It was still bed-scorching hot, and slamming hard, but this was slower, a little more relaxed, giving her as much time to enjoy it as he did. He loved when he felt her back arching as she moved to pull him further inside. And those nails! He might have to re-address the issue of her flame thrower because he was pretty sure each one of those nails was a miniature torch. How else could she run the tips of them up and down his back making him feel like his skin was igniting?

And how did she know where each and every pressure point was on his entire body? Damn. He needed to talk her into working with him when he trained. She could give sex slave seminars and revolutionize the entire sex slave business. Why the hell not? She'd manage to revolutionize almost everything else in his world.

Wow! DAMN! She was doing that thing she did. How the hell had she learned to control her muscles to give pussy massages? He probably shouldn't suggest she revolutionize the massage industry. This most likely wasn't what they meant by deep tissue massage, although she sure knew how to do it. It was like pussy yoga. Tantric pussy yoga. Oh yeah! That works! That really works! Where the hell could she have possibly learned pussy yoga? Damn she was good at that. It was like core training for his cock. Between all the rehab, pussy yoga, and sex-ercising, his cock was going to live forever. Was she making his cock do a lotus pose? No. That was definitely a sun salutation. That felt good! Maybe he needed a mantra. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!! OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!! Good mantra. He'd stick with that one.

Could the day have been any more perfect? A week ago he'd been wondering if he was looking at a first divorce instead of a first anniversary, and now he knew no matter what form of insanity he developed, he'd be celebrating anniversaries with Laci forever. Forever was a good word.

They spent the day just being together. Victor was off somewhere with his new buddy Trent, hopefully steering clear of shackles, so Donovan and Laci had the entire, very quiet and tranquil house to themselves. He was still a little puzzled about why she seemed different, but maybe it was because of their reconciliation. Or maybe he was just happy to see her happy. Or maybe he was imagining things. Wouldn't exactly be the first time for that one.

Still, he had to wonder why she suddenly wanted to redecorate the bedroom closest to the master bedroom. In a ranch theme? All the rooms were decorated in a stately and southern colonial manner that matched the style of the house. It wasn't that he minded. She could decorate the entire house with a ranch theme if that was what she wanted. He might have to draw the line at growling horses, but she could turn the entire house into a theme park if she wanted to. As long as she was happy he was happy. Maybe she wanted a reminder of the ranch when she couldn't get up there. Even though he hated dirt and dust, maybe he'd surprise her and drive up with her next time. For a little extra rehab.

What a turn his life had taken. Ironic that he had Frank Harding to thank for bringing him together with Laci. It was still hard to believe the depraved son of a bitch actually thought he could turn her into a sex slave. Luckily Donovan knew he had no further concerns about Frank Harding. Where ever the bastard was resting, it definitely wasn't at peace. Still, if there was one show Donovan would not have minded watching, it would have been Laci teaching Frank Harding a lesson or two in submission. Now, the only master Laci was ever going to serve was Master Donovan, although it was probably best not to tell her that. Not if he wanted to be around for his second anniversary.

And who would have ever thought he'd be related as a cousin, by marriage, to Victor? Cousin Marian and Victor? The most sensible one in his family and Victor? The one person in his family Donovan actually admired and Victor? Anybody and Victor? It was fairly obvious there was a lot more to Victor than what he let on, but he certainly loved driving Donovan as crazy as possible. Victor would always be a challenge but he could always be counted on. What would he ever do without Victor?

What would he ever do WITH Victor? Maybe Victor could teach one of the sex slave seminars with Laci. Laci could teach how to do what she did and Victor could teach something equally useful...like how to make macramé shackles. Still, Victor was always there for him and had been a friend and confidant, helping Donovan unravel and unfuck the raveled and fucked that had permeated life. Things had been much easier in the days when unraveling and unfucking wasn't needed. Easier, maybe, but not nearly as entertaining. And even though he hated to admit it, if Victor called at that exact moment and needed rescuing from some tree or stupid actor he'd shackled himself to, Donovan would be there, and Victor would do the same for him. And then probably remind him about it every day for the rest of both their lives. Or haunt him like Trent's plantation ghost. Somehow, Victor would always be around.

There was one thing he never understood. How could Laci's parents simply pretend she didn't exist? How had they turned their backs on her? They should have been filled with pride at the woman she had become. True he wasn't ready to be a parent, but he could never do something like that to his own child. For them to ignore her, not care about how she was or where she was, seemed inexcusable and unforgiveable, yet she had gone on, lived her life and was able to give love when she had received none. Extraordinary, but what about her wasn't extraordinary?

Before Laci life had definitely been simpler. He woke up. He worked. He earned more money than he could ever spend. He finished working. He had dinner. He went to sleep. Life was routine, boring, and more than a little lonely. Even though he excelled at everything he did, his life was colorless.

Then Laci and her Technicolor blue eyes and sunbeams changed it all. Before her, Frank Harding had never held him at gunpoint, nor had anyone else. Because of her, he knew how to make toast and do quite a number of other useful things. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have a stuffed unicorn named Virgil stalking him. He'd never have been shackled to Trent Nichols. He wouldn't have known horses could growl. He wouldn't have ever had so much fun 'insta-fucking'. He'd never have considered the many benefits of tying privileges. How would he have known he needed rehab? Live and learn.

And then there was Laci, herself.

They were sitting together in the garden, snuggled in the lounge chair big enough for two, doing absolutely nothing but enjoying each other's company and Donovan realized he had somehow turned into one of those men he always ridiculed. He had turned into a romantic who was unashamedly and unabashedly obsessed with, and adored, his beautiful wife and he didn't care who knew it.

He was a very lucky man. The circle of people close to him was a small, tight group, but they were people who he truly cared for and who cared for him in return. No matter what happened in his life, he had what other people only dreamed about. He had friends, success, love, and Laci.

He looked down at her, contentedly snuggled against him. "Hey! How about I open some wine? I haven't given you your anniversary gift and I was thinking we could go out to dinner."

Laci glowed up at him. "Actually, I've been craving orange juice all day. Would you mind if I had that instead? I have a gift for you, too, and I'd love to go out to dinner."

It only took a few minutes for him to get the wine and fill a glass with icy cold juice. Funny how the last couple of days, she seemed to be drinking a lot of orange juice. Maybe she had a vitamin C deficiency. He'd have to bring it to her attention tomorrow.

Returning to the garden, he handed her the juice and a white velvet box. "My gift first," he announced.

She sipped her juice then untied the ribbon on the box. She gasped as she popped open the lid and lifted the bracelet from its velvet bed. Each of the perfectly matched blue diamonds was set in a small filigree scroll, giving the bracelet an antique and old world look. "Donovan! It's gorgeous. I love it! Please help me put it on." He helped with the clasp and she twisted her wrist from side to side, admiring the glittering piece of jewelry as it caught the afternoon light. "It's so beautiful. I've never seen anything like it."

"I designed it so it's one of a kind; just like you."

"Donovan Corbett you are a pretty wonderful husband. Thank you." She leaned over and gave him a very well-deserved kiss, then said, "My turn. Here's my gift to you." She pulled a small, flat package out from under one of the pillows on the lounge.

He examined the small package. Tied with a bright blue bow, it was wrapped in a calendar page for the month of October. That seemed odd. October was more than seven months away, but he knew Laci well enough to know there was some reason for it.

Sliding off the paper, he discovered a silver picture frame, trimmed with enamel in a smoky-blue color. It was framing a small black and white photo of something that looked a bit like a Rorschach test. Or a peanut. Or a Rorschach test in which he was seeing a peanut. How, he wondered, would that be interpreted? That he had a fear of elephants? That he was fearing she was going to bring home an elephant that stared with beady, little eyes and gave him dirty looks? Maybe that he had a fear of elephants that growled? Was there an elephant in the room, somewhere?




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 04



coldhands_warmheart © 2013

The sequel to Prince of Darkness v Prom Queen 1, 2 & 3

Chapter 1 The Little Prince of Darkness

There was a new Dominant in the house.





Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 04



Chapter 3 Coitis Interruptus

The door was still closed an hour later when he heard a slight tapping and looked up to see Laci peeping inside.

"Can I come in?" she wanted to know.

"Of course you can," he responded. "You're always welcome. Everything go well at the doctor?"

Instead of answering, she pulled him out of his chair and across the room to the sofa. Pushing him down, she snuggled next to him before answering, "Everything went fine, in fact the pediatrician thinks Matthew is doing exceptionally well. He's very alert. What I want to know is how you're doing? You've been working so much. I've hardly seen you."

"Had a few problems to deal with. Nothing unusual. How've you been? Haven't seen much of you these last few weeks either."

"You're always awake before I am and usually still working when I fall asleep. You've been so quiet. I haven't even heard you getting into bed."

"Just trying not to disturb you. I want you to get your rest. You've been rather busy. We haven't talked too much. How are you feeling? It's been a long time since we..."

She smiled at him, beaming a little brighter. "It's been seven and a half weeks, fifteen hours and," she glanced at her watch, "about nine minutes since we..."

He smiled for the first time since she entered the room. "You've been keeping track, too?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes, I've been keeping track, too, and I think we can stop keeping track and start doing other things beside keeping track unless, that is, you still have some work problems to deal with."

"I can make the sacrifice."

The sound of crying filtered into the room. "Uh oh, I think someone wants a snack but I will see you later." She kissed him before leaving the room.

Donovan sighed with contented happiness. Maybe normalcy was finally returning. He should have known Laci would take care of everything.

It was a perfect evening. They shared a quiet, romantic, and uninterrupted dinner in front of the fireplace in Donovan's office. He was positive their discussion was going to be all about the kid but Laci wanted to know everything Donovan had been doing. That wasn't expected. Things were going back to the way they had been, he thought with satisfaction. Perhaps the Munchkin Dom wasn't going to be a big problem, after all.

After dinner they promised to meet in their bedroom in an hour. Laci was going to get Matthew settled and Donovan had some last minute work to finish. He'd been keeping track for seven and a half weeks, and now he was counting the minutes.

He wasn't disappointed. When Donovan opened the bedroom door, he stood in pleasantly surprised shock. She had outdone herself. The room was illuminated by flickering candles and Laci was standing by the bed wearing the sexiest blue lace nightgown he'd ever seen. Wow! Damn she looked good. Even so, he couldn't wait to get it off her. The only thing better than Laci, was naked Laci.

He was already hard and he hadn't even touched her yet. He didn't have to wait very long. She was in his arms before he could say a word. Her fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt. Either she really missed him and was as ravenous as he was, or all her horny hormones were still present. He really didn't care. He missed those hormones. A lot.

Scooping her up, he placed her on the bed, gently lowering the whisper-thin straps of her nightgown. His thumbs caressed her breasts and he felt the nipples harden under his touch. He smiled listening to her tiny sighs of pleasure. Her skin was like stroking satin and he needed to touch every inch of her. It had been too long. She was pushing his shirt off his shoulders, running her nails along the surface of his skin, behind his neck, up and down his back. Her touch made him shiver in anticipation.

Usually meticulous, he was almost ripping his clothes off. He was battling with himself, wanting to be inside her immediately but also wanting to take his time and savor her. He wasn't accustomed to needing anyone the way he needed her. Usually others needed him, but it was always different with her. His desire for her was endless and, amazingly, she hungered for him just as much.

She mesmerized him. These had been the longest seven and a half weeks of his life. He craved every inch of her perfection. He loved her gentle caresses and the countless, feathery kisses she was giving him. He had touched her so many times, but this time felt like the very first. It was magical.

She was making him feel incredible, but she always made him feel incredible. More than incredible. She was making him feel spectacular. He had never met anyone who could wear him out like she did. His wife was nirvana. Lusty, exhilarating, insatiable, passionate nirvana. Damn, he was lucky.

"WAAAHHH!! GURGLE."

NO! Not now. Maybe the kid would fall back to sleep. He couldn't be waking up now. It wasn't his turn. He'd had his turn for seven and a half weeks. Didn't he know about sharing?

"WAAAHHHH!! WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Damn! Damn! Damn!! Damn!! DAMN!!!

Laci was off the bed, adjusting her nightgown. "I'll be right back," she told him.

Oh, yeah. Great. Just great. Donovan rolled over and stared at the ceiling pondering all the wonderful benefits of parenthood. He knew he was being a little unfair, maybe even irrational, but this was supposed to be his time with Laci. She had been his Prom Queen long before the kid entered the picture and Donovan didn't like sharing either.

He'd read about this in his books and articles. Once there was a baby on board, romance sank like a stone. How much longer was he going to have to wait? Maybe he needed a break from baby-world. He could take Virgil up to the ranch and they could commiserate with Prince Ogre. All three of them had been neglected during the past seven and a half weeks. They could drink beer and juice boxes.

It was nearly forty-five minutes before Laci returned to the bedroom. Donovan was lying on his side, his back to her, pretending to be asleep. She had to smile as she slipped quietly into bed, giving him a light kiss on his shoulder, knowing he was pouting.

Could she possibly love him anymore than she already did? Accepting her into his neatly arranged and orderly life had been so hard for him, but he had done it because he loved her. He changed so much of himself and who he was for her and that was something she didn't take lightly, but he was used to being the center of his own world and hers, and now he wasn't and it had thrown him off balance again.

She wasn't worried. She knew him far too well, even if he was the most confident Dominant with insecurity issues in the entire universe. She had lavished him with attention during her pregnancy, knowing how it would be after Matthew's arrival. Blaming it on hormones had been a stroke of genius. Now it was time for another stroke of genius. By this time tomorrow, Donovan was going to be self-assured and back in control.

And all it was going to take was just a little bit of submission.

Chapter 4 Prozac and Pee-Cones

Sitting at his desk in the office, Donovan could hear Victor singing in the garden.

"One little, two little, three little..."

What the hell was he singing about? He had to presume Victor was entertaining Matthew. One could never be certain of anything when Victor was involved, but Victor was singing? Not once in all the years they had known each other had Donovan ever heard Victor singing anything. True, there weren't many 'Sound of Music' moments in the life of a slave training Dominant or his assistant, but even so...Victor was singing? What other surprises could Donovan expect? He really didn't need any more surprises.

After many hugs and kisses to Matthew, and a kiss goodbye to Donovan, Laci left early to drive to a nearby town to interview someone for work. She was going to be gone for most of the day and she hadn't even mentioned their interrupted romantic evening, causing him to feel even more neglected than before. He wasn't sure if he was more annoyed at her or himself, but he was annoyed at someone. Maybe he could take it out on Virgil and kick him around for a while. Damned unicorn would probably kick him back.

He should just go talk to Laci. She always understood and made him feel better. But Laci wasn't there and wouldn't be back for hours. There was always Victor. If Donovan sat and wasted enough time steaming and stewing, eventually Victor would figure out he was bothered about something and would annoy him into confessing his dilemmas. Might as well go talk now and just get it over with. Make things a hell of a lot easier. Victor? Easier? Damn! He must be desperate.

As Donovan opened his office door Victor was coming out of the dining room. Victor motioned for Donovan to be quiet as Donovan motioned for Victor to follow him into the office.

"Could you sit down for a minute," he addressed Victor. "I'd like to talk to you."

Victor frowned slightly and looked behind him. "There's no one else in the room, so that must mean you want to talk to me, but you never want to talk to me. Are you sick or something?"

"No I'm not sick. I need some advice."

The frown deepened. Victor reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flashed his driver's license to Donovan.

"Now what the hell are you doing?" Donovan demanded.

"Showing you my I.D. You asked for advice, so I figured you'd mistaken me for someone else. See," he held out the wallet, "it's me. You never ask me for advice. You sure you're not sick?"

"Victor, is it possible to have a simple conversation with you?"

Victor's frown was joined with puzzlement. "You want to have a simple conversation? You? When do you do anything simple? Maybe you should sit down. You must be sick. Need an aspirin? You're not dizzy or anything, are you?"

"Damn it, Victor. I don't need an aspirin and you're the only one making me dizzy. This is why no conversation I have with you is ever simple. It is too much to ask that you just listen? Quietly. Without interrupting. Preferably while you are paying attention. Or at least giving me the illusion that you're paying attention."

"Sure, Daddy-bug. What's on your mind?"

"Well, for one thing, can you stop calling me by that ridiculous moniker?"

"Sure, Donovan-bug. What's on your mind?"

Donovan glared at him. "And you wonder why I don't have more conversations with you. Have you always been this annoying?"

"Of course I have. I haven't changed. You're the one who's changed."

"How have I changed? I haven't changed."

"Well, that's partially true. You're still demanding and compulsive. That hasn't changed. You'll always be fastidious and persnickety. That's never gonna change. And you might as well get used to the egotistical, self-absorbed part of you, 'cause that ain't going nowhere. I mean, let's be honest here, Donovan. You're kind of a general pain in the ass."

"Thank you, Victor. It's nice to know you hold me in such high regard, especially since I'm the one who signs your pay checks."

"Of course I hold you in high regard. You're my idol. Hell, you're your own idol. So, what's on your mind?"

Donovan sat quietly, staring out the window. "I don't know."

"Okay. Good place to start. Any chance you could elaborate?" Victor's frown was back as he watched Donovan. The poor guy looked miserable. This was something big. "Everything good with you and Laci?"

Donovan looked up with surprise. "Yes. I think so. Why? Did she say something?"

"No. She seems totally fine. You're the one who's a mess. C'mon Donovan. Out with it. Quit stalling and tell me what's going on."

"Is Matthew afraid of me?"

The light bulbs starting popping everywhere. "Of course not. You're more afraid of him than he'll ever be of you. Kids are like animals. They can sense things and Noodle-bug can sense your fear."

"Great. So he's going to need baby Prozac and it will be my fault. I'm a lousy parent."

"You're a new parent, and you're going to need super industrial strength Prozac if you don't calm down. Donovan, be honest. You've learned a lot since Laci came along, but you still can't really take care of yourself. There isn't some little gas gnome living in the trunk of the car who replenishes the gas for you. I do that. There isn't a dry cleaning elf who comes here and takes away your suits, then brings them back when they're clean and pressed. I do that, too. I know your routine and your needs and I take care of them. You don't bother because you don't have to and that's exactly what you're doing with little Noodle-bug. I'm doing it and Laci's doing it, so you're just stepping back and letting us handle it."

"So, we agree. I'm a lousy parent."

"Question...suppose Frank Harding showed up and tried to hurt Matthew. What would you do?"

"Kill the bastard," Donovan growled. "Even though I'm sure he's long gone, if anyone ever tried to hurt Laci or Matthew, the last thing they'd see would be me choking them to death."

"So I guess that makes you the worst father and husband in the entire world because your first instinct is to protect your wife and child. Damn. You're a horrible person, aren't you?"

"Are you trying to tell me you wouldn't protect Marian?"

"Course I would, but up until now, all your instincts have been focused on business and training and yourself. You're comfortable in those situations and you know exactly what to do. Now you're dealing with a whole new situation and a whole new set of priorities. Give yourself a chance to get comfortable with Noodle-bug and all your Daddy-bug instincts will kick in. You'll see."

"I don't know."

"You'll be just fine and I can teach you about the rest. I can show you how the stroller works and how the pee-cones work."

"Pee-cones? What the hell are pee-cones?"

"It's like I said yesterday, his aim's not real good yet so when you change him, you put a pee-cone over his little dick. Then he can't pee on you."

"Pee-cones? I hope you're kidding. Besides, I think diaper changing has to wait. I'd probably stab him with the pins and he already isn't particularly fond of me as it is."

"No pins, Donovan. You use tape for diapers."

"Tape?" Donovan sounded perplexed. "You tape his diapers on? What kind of tape? Packing? Strapping?"

"The diapers come with their own tape. I'll show you. I can show you the bath fish, too."

"Bath fish?" Perplexed was replaced with horrified. "You put fish in his bath? Why? Is it like a baby Jacuzzi or something? And what kind of fish? Like gold fish? Or trout?"

Victor rolled his eyes. "No, Donovan. It's a little plastic thing that floats around Noodle-bug's bathtub and it has a little temperature thing on it so you know the water isn't too hot."

Donovan was sitting with his head in his hands. "Why can't I just touch the water? And how the hell do you know about diaper tape and bath fish? And pee-cones?"

"Oh, remind me to show you how the onesies work."

"What the hell are onesies? Are there twosies and threesies and one hundredsies? Do they have anything to do with that song you were singing before?"

"And I can show you how to use the bottle warmer. And the burp cloths."

"The bottle warmer and burp cloths? What are burp cloths?"

"So he doesn't puke on you," Victor told Donovan, who was wincing with a pained expression. "And Noodle-bug loves it when somebody talks to him. Do lots of talking."

"Talking. Finally something I understand. There are ten thousand things I have to figure out and the only one I know is talking. Great odds. Maybe I could use that Prozac after all." He looked up at Victor. "It is regular talking, right? I don't have to learn some secret baby language, do I? Why are you laughing at me?"

Victor sat chuckling with a huge grin on his face. "And you don't think you've changed? Donovan, I'm proud of you. You're turning into a real live person."

"What the hell was I before? A robot?"

"Pretty much. Your whole life was robotic. You just went through the motions. You got up at the same time and ate the same foods. You never really did anything except work and train. You went weeks without smiling. Now even when you're grumpy you're happy and you're trying all kinds of new things. You eat pizza. You can make toast. You're learning about pee-cones. Back when we were in the training facility, in the pre-Laci days, did you ever think you'd be learning about pee-cones?"

"I can assure you, pee-cones did not enter my mind. Pee-cones are not Dominant requirements."

"They are if you're a Dominant-bug with a Noodle-bug."

"I hate that name, Victor. His name is Matthew. Do you call my wife Laci-bug?"

"Hell no. She'd kill me."

"So you just live to torment me?"

"Hell yes. Me and that little gnome who lives in the trunk of your car. He knows all the best ways to annoy you."

Donovan shook his head in frustration. "Do you see what my life has become? Upstairs is a stuffed unicorn who gives me the creeps because he's always staring at me. Downstairs is my infant son who screams every time I walk within fifty feet of him. There's a growling horse in another state that hates me, and you get guidance from non-existent gnomes. Any chance you or the gnome would happen to know how long it will be until Matthew starts sleeping through the night?"

"You still horny? What the hell am I saying? You're always horny. Even when you're grumpy, you're horny. The only time you weren't horny was when Laci was expecting Noodle-bug and that was only because she didn't give you time to be horny. I think she has you beat in the horny marathon."

"And how horny are you, Victor?"

"Depends what I'm doing. When I'm hanging with you, horny doesn't come up much, but when Marian and I are flipping for tying privileges, I could run a close second to Laci in the marathon."

"WAAAHHHH!!"

"Noodle-bug's awake. C'mon, Donovan, and I'll show you the pee-cones."

He watched Victor happily toddle off to pee-cone land. Pee-cones. Donovan had never even heard the term before and in less than ten minutes it had become a regular part of his vocabulary. Pee-cones.

Pee-cones and bath fish and onesies, oh my!

Super industrial strength Prozac was sounding better all the time.

Maybe he could talk to Virgil and Prince Ogre and get some sympathy. The three of them could form a support group since they were all being neglected by Laci. Maybe they could all use some super industrial strength Prozac. They could get a group rate.

Chapter 5 Dominantly Challenged

Donovan felt like a complete and total failure and had a pounding headache when he finally returned to the silent sanctuary of his office after Victor's crash course in Noodle-bug 101.

For nearly fifteen years his company had grown because of his hard work, dedication and perseverance. He had accomplished things others had failed at. He had quadrupled his own personal fortune and made many other people wealthy by disassembling then reassembling and merging dozens of companies. He had given thousands of people job security and did his part to bolster the economy. He had successfully conducted business all over the world.

He had trained as a Dominant, excelling to the highest standards of understanding and being in control. As a trainer, he was revered by the wealthiest denizens and habitués in the BDSM culture who called upon him for his knowledge, skill and his ability to obtain quick and lasting results. He could operate and manipulate every type of apparatus and equipment used to discipline a slave.

And he had nearly strangled his infant son with a damned onesie.

He had changed his clothes three times after having been peed on and puked on and screamed at by a miniature, very loud and unforgiving disciplinarian.

Finally Donovan had waved the white diaper of surrender and taken refuge.




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The newly reigning Dominant, Master Matthew, seven and a half weeks old and twenty-one inches tall, had defeated him.

The mighty Master Donovan had fallen and he wasn't sure he'd be getting up any time soon.

The future seemed dismal. His son wanted nothing to do with him. Eventually the kid would grow up and Donovan would buy him a car and pay for his college education at one of the best schools in the country. Someday he'd turn his business over to his son who would make an even bigger success of it. There would come a time when Matthew would get married and have kids of his own and he'd tell them stories about their reclusive grandfather who had once been a titan of corporate capitalism, a business genius who had never backed down from a challenge, who had squarely faced every adversary and won, a man who excelled in science, mathematics, and engineering, a man who had retired to live in quiet solitude on his own private island of Kalake after he had been taken down by a pee-cone.

What a legacy.

How the hell did Laci do it? She had given birth just a few short weeks ago. She hadn't officially gone back to work for a couple of weeks after the kid was born, but she worked from home keeping up on everything that was going on at the magazine. Even after she had gone back to her job, she attended to every one of Matthew's needs that Victor wasn't attending to and she supervised Victor which was a job in itself. In addition, every single square inch of their home ran smoothly.

She made it all look so incredibly easy. She could do almost everything. She was smart. She was efficient and organized. She never got tired. She always looked perfect and beautiful. She could do thirty things at once. She was the Warrior Super Hero of wives, mothers, writers, and Prom Queens. Her grandchildren would be proud of her, look up to her, ask for her advice, admire her many accomplishments and feel endless amounts of sympathy that she was stuck with a doddering, feeble-minded, anti-social husband who was pee-cone challenged. Great. Just great.

Even Victor seemed to think he was a lost cause, finally throwing his hands up and admitting that Donovan needed a break from Daddy-bug duty. If Victor was willing to admit defeat, Donovan must have made the leap from hopeless to wretchedly pathetic. At least he'd accomplished something.

He looked up at the sound of a tap on the door. Victor was standing there looking sympathetic. "You okay?" he wanted to know.

"Sure, Victor. I'm great. I don't think I've ever been better."

"We can try again tomorrow." Victor attempted to sound reassuring. "You did fine for your first time."

"Fine? I did fine? What was the defining moment for you? Was it that I needed nine diapers for a single attempt at diapering? Perhaps it was his never ending impression of that famous Belgian fountain 'Manneken Pis'. According to what I've read, baby's bodies contain more than 70% water. I can totally vouch for that. So much for pee-cones. Personally, I think I'll go with setting off the smoke alarm when I nearly set fire to the pacifier by dropping it in the bottle warmer. That's a moment Matthew will remember for the rest of his life. He screamed almost as loud as the siren. If he didn't need baby Prozac before my attempt at parenting, I'm sure he does now. I was thinking group rate for me, Virgil and the horse, but now we can go group rate and family plan."

"Yeah. Uh...I kinda hate to tell you this but I have to leave and Laci's not back yet."

"You're leaving? I'll be here alone?"

"Yeah. Marian has tickets for something and I have to go get ready and pick her up so we can have dinner before the show or play or concert or whatever it is we're doing. Laci did call a while ago and say she was on the way, so she should be back any time now. I already changed Matthew and gave him his bottle. I think the little guy's kinda tired from this afternoon's 'Daddy & Me' session."

"You think?"

"Yeah. Well, he should probably sleep for a couple of hours and Laci will be back any minute. Dining room's kinda a mess, but I can deal with it tomorrow. Are you gonna be okay if I get going?"

Donovan sighed in defeat. "Sure, Victor. I promise to stay away from flammable objects and if Matthew is as tired as I am, he'll sleep until next week."

"Okay. Well, call if you need anything."

"I will. Have a good time. See you in the morning."

Silence. Silence never sounded so good.

He could only hope he hadn't traumatized the kid. What the hell was Laci going to think when Matthew ran from the room screaming every time he heard a siren or saw a cone shaped object? Maybe she wouldn't notice. Maybe her attention would be focused on Donovan who would also be running from the room screaming. He could tell her it was a Corbett family trait.

His cell phone buzzed with a new text message. He glanced down at the screen. It was from Laci.

'Stuck in traffic. Be there soon. Love you.'

"WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

And the day just got better and better.

With a deep sigh, Donovan got on his feet and headed toward the dining room, preparing to face the enemy. Hopefully he wouldn't find himself naked and tied to the stroller before the night was over. How would he explain that to Laci? Victor wasn't around to blame it on. How about Virgil did it? Good as any other excuse.

He stood in the doorway, surveying the wreckage of his once elegant and formal dining room. It looked like a team of infant Dominants had run amok and now their Commander in Chief was red faced, loudly screaming, and demanding total submission.

"C'mon Matthew. Matt. I need some help here. Victor says you're really smart. He says you're a genius. Any chance you could point to what you need?"

"WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

"I guess not. What was that song he said you like? One little, two little, three little..."

What the hell had Victor been singing about?

"One little, two little, three little... Damn!"

"One little, two little, three little... What the hell was he counting?"

"One little, two little, three little........DOMINANTS, four little, five little, six little dominants,

Seven little, eight little, nine little dominants, ten little dominants with canes!"

Maybe not entirely appropriate, but the kid had stopped screaming. True he was staring with suspicion and a slight hint of mistrust, but at least he wasn't screaming.

"Look, Matt", Donovan said wearily, "I know it's been a hard day for both of us. I'm sorry about the smoke alarm and all, but I'm trying to be honest with you. It's just you and me and I know that's a really scary thing, but until someone gets here to rescue us, we're stuck with each other."

Matthew gurgled.

"Yeah, I know. It's not my first choice either, but if you start crying again it's just going to mean a sore throat for you and a worse headache for me."

The kid was staring again, probably trying to evaluate his chances of making it out of their current situation alive. Donovan should know. He was pretty much having the same thoughts.

"Victor said he gave you a bottle, so you can't be hungry. Any chance you're just really, really tired. I could sing the Dominant song again for you. Maybe it'll make you sleepy. Sleepy would be good."

"WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

"Okay, okay. No Dominant song. Maybe it'll make the slaves sleepy the next time I train. I'll have to remember to try it. Diaper change?" Matthew gurgled again. "Yeah, I was afraid of that."

Donovan lifted his son out of the bassinet and laid him on the changing table. It only took a minute to remove the diaper. "Why are these things so much easier to take off than put on? Fuck! Forgot the pee-cone. Where the hell does Victor keep the damned pee-cones?"

He looked down at Matthew. The kid was staring.

"I guess I'm going to have to start watching my language. It won't look good if you're running around demanding a 'fucking' bottle or a 'damned' pee-cone. Maybe I can start tomorrow. Today's been kind of stressful and I'm not exactly in control, which is actually kind of ironic. Do you know where the hell Victor keeps the damned pee-cones? Sorry, but there really should be some kind of pee-cone dispenser. They can send people to the moon, so a pee-cone dispenser should be relatively easy. I would have designed one myself, but I had no knowledge of the existence of pee-cones until today. I guess I can't leave you while I go on a pee-cone hunt. I think they're over there. C'mon."

He picked Matthew up and started rummaging through the cupboard. "None in here. I was positive he said this was the pee-cone spot. Or was this the burp cloth location? Maybe...Hey! Damn it, Matt! This is a linen shirt. You have to quit peeing on me. You can't just go around peeing on people. Now I have to change again. I hate to be messy. Neat is important. I don't do messy. Or peed on. By the way, are you supposed to be peeing this much? You'll get dehydrated. It's not good to get dehydrated. I can't find the damned pee-cones. Victor's going to have to give me a map to this place. I don't know where anything is. Knowing him, he'll give me the map then rearrange everything just to annoy me. The hell with it. Forget the damned pee-cone."

A little over an hour later the Dominant duo were headed back downstairs. Donovan stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding Matthew in his arms and looking down at his son, who looked back with wide-eyed interest.

"So, I guess I should thank you for being cooperative with the diaper change. This time I was able to manage it using only six diapers. I guess that's an improvement. Can't really be sure. Why the hell is that tape so weird? It sticks in all the wrong places. Oh. And sorry about the powder explosion. You wouldn't think baby powder would contain incendiary devices. Doesn't seem safe. By the way, how the hell do you get the top of the damned powder off the damned powder bomb? Remind me to ask Victor about that. I'll bet you a thousand pee-cones the people who design this stuff have never even touched a kid. Exploding powder isn't safe for a baby or an incompetent father. Take my word for it."

The kid was still staring.

"You're a stare-er too?" Donovan sighed. "Well, at least you're not staring at me like that damned unicorn upstairs. I keep trying to lock it in the closet, but he keeps finding his way back. I'm telling you that thing hates my guts. At least if you're going to stare, you have your mom's eyes. He's got these little black beady eyes and he watches me with this malevolent look. I think he's jealous. I can just tell he's waiting for the right opportunity to stab me with that big, pink satin horn. And you know what his name is? It's Virgil. I hate that name. That's a hell of a stupid name for a unicorn."

Matthew started furiously kicking his legs.

"Thank you!! Finally!! Finally someone who agrees with me! Virgil. Why the hell does she call him Virgil? Stupid name." He looked down thoughtfully. "You know, maybe we can work something out. Just between us. You'll be mobile one of these days, so maybe you can start taking Virgil out for walks. You can dominate him. You seem to understand how that works. Grab him by the damned horn and just drag him everywhere. Down the stairs. Up the stairs. In the garden. Let him roll in the mud a few times. Spill juice boxes on him. Pretty soon he'll have to go. You do that for me and when you're old enough, I'll buy you whatever kind of car you want, as long as it passes the crash tests and it's safe to drive. Is it a deal?"

Matthew kicked again.

"Thank you. At least we agree about something." Donovan sighed. "How about we go sit down?"

Chapter 6 The Tell-Tale Dominant

Minutes later they were comfortably settled in Donovan's office. "I suppose I should also thank you for being cooperative enough to stay in one place while I was changing, although I wouldn't have had to change if you'd quit peeing on me. I can't believe how many times I've had to change because of you and now I'm actually wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I can't believe it. Your mom bought these for me. I've only worn them once, when we went to the ranch. She insisted. I'm sure it won't be a surprise if I say I'm not real good with the ranch stuff, but I can tell you about that later. I like my suits and I always like to look neat and coordinated, although your mom says my ass looks great in these jeans. I don't look at my ass too much. She has a great ass. I'm usually looking at hers, so other than the ranch, I never wear jeans, but at least they're washable. Armani is not. Washable. Usually I wear Armani. Sometimes Gucci. I have some Ralph Lauren and Burberry, but I'm not a jeans guy. I don't do washable."

Matthew kicked again.

"Yeah, well you have to do washable, but wait till you're older. As soon as you can stand up I'll take you for your first suit. Pinstripe I think. Navy blue or light charcoal. Maybe if you look dignified, Victor will stop calling you Noodle-bug. Stupid name. It's as bad as Virgil. Hate that name."

The kid was back to staring.

"Anyway, I also appreciate the not crying. I know I'm really bad at this stuff, so if you have any helpful hints, I'm open to suggestions. In a few years from now when you need help with calculus, or chemistry, or physics, I can return the favor. Hell of a thing to be an expert in physics and a failure in pee-cones. Actually, pee-cones are the least of my worries. I have to make sure I don't break you. Are you breakable? Your mom won't be pleased if I break you, and speaking of your mom...I wonder where she is. I tried calling when we were upstairs but she didn't answer her phone. I left a message. She said there was traffic, but I hope everything is okay. Usually Victor would be here but he went somewhere with Marian. Your mom should be back soon. I hope. Don't break before she gets back, okay?"

Matthew hadn't taken his eyes off Donovan.

"Aren't you tired? Even Victor said you'd be tired. I'm exhausted, but you look wide awake. Victor said you like talking, so I guess we can do that for a while. Uh...I guess I should start by introducing myself. Even though you've been here for a couple of months, we've never actually met, unless you count the day you were born when the doctor decided to hand you to me. Who the hell told him that was a good idea? Believe me, you look a hell of a lot better now than you did then. And there were the few other times I tried to hold you, but you were too busy screaming for introductions. Anyway, I'm Donovan. Donovan Corbett. I'm your father, heaven help you. That pretty blonde lady who's always around, except now when we need her, is Laci. She's your mom, but you've probably already figured that out. And you know Uncle Victor. He's not really your uncle. He's more like...our pet. Don't know why he calls you Noodle-bug. Do you like that name?"

"WAAAHHH!!!!"

"Well, I don't like it either, but you'll have to be the one to tell him because he doesn't listen to me. He never listens to me. I sort of hate it when he's usually right about things, but I've learned to live with it. What else do you want to know? Victor is married to Marian. I'm still trying to figure that one out. I grew up with Marian. She's my cousin, which also makes her your cousin, which means we're both kind of related to Victor now that he's married to Marian. What I don't understand is why he's married to Marian and why she's married to him. What do they talk about? I can't remember the last time I had a normal conversation with him, so I'm damned if I can figure out how she manages. Maybe they don't spend that much time talking. Thinking about what they do instead of talking is making my headache worse. Let's change the subject."

The kid seemed to be in agreement.

"I guess Marian and I were lucky. Our family has a ton of money. Maybe that wasn't lucky. I grew up not knowing how to do anything for myself. I still can't do much, but I'm getting better, mostly because of your mom. And Victor, but don't tell him I said that. I don't really bother with most of my family. I have nothing in common with them. They don't do anything except waste time and spend money someone else earned. Marian and I aren't like that. She started a magazine. That's a pretty big thing to accomplish. Your mom works for her. Your mom is a really good writer, so when I'm helping you with the chemistry stuff, she'll be the one helping with the composition and writing stuff."

This wasn't the most scintillating conversation. Why did the kid look so interested?

"I started a company, too, before I was even out of college. Maybe when you get older I can turn it over to you. It's pretty big now and I have more money than most of my family combined, but I work because I like working and I think I do good things. Basically what I do is buy companies that aren't doing too well and put them together with other companies and make new companies that are successful. Does that make sense?"

"Gurgle."

"Yeah, well it's good because companies get to stay in business and people keep their jobs and my company makes money making sure everybody else makes money. It's good to have control like that. Speaking of control, I do something else. I guess it's okay to tell you this considering you have no idea what I'm talking about, but I have another business. I'm a Dominant, you know, like in the Dominant song. It's a little hard to explain, but some people like to be in control and some people like to be controlled and I train the ones who want to be controlled by the controllers. That's actually how I met your mom, although the whole control thing is a little harder to understand when she comes into the story. Hell, I was there and I still don't get it."

Where was Laci? Why wasn't she back yet? He tried her phone again.

"You see, I have this sort of instinct about most people. It doesn't work too well with your mom or Victor, although, I'm not sure Victor qualifies as a person. It does come in really handy with company business because I know when someone's being honest or trying to cheat me. That's a good thing to know. And with Dominant business, I know when a slave is being trained properly and not getting hurt. That's a really important thing for a Dominant. When I'm doing that, they call me Master Donovan. Your mom calls me that sometimes too, but I don't think she means it in the same way. Hey! Want to hear how I met her? It's a pretty good story, although the beginning wasn't so good, but it gets better."

More staring. The kid could out-stare Virgil

"We used to live in a different city. I had a really big house where I did my training and Victor worked for me. Your mom worked for a different magazine. The first time I saw her, we were at some party and I noticed her the minute she walked into the room. After a while, I saw her noticing me, but I was noticing her because she's really pretty and she was looking at me like I was some kind of weird science experiment. Trust me, she's looked at me like that many times since. Anyway, I didn't actually meet her until she came to my house. Now this is the not good part. You see, the son of a bitch she worked for tricked both of us, and sorry about the language, but he really was a perverted bastard. His name was Frank Harding, and he tried to get me to train her as his sex slave."

"WAAAHHH!!!!"

"Are you sure you don't understand what I'm telling you?" Donovan looked at Matthew who looked right back. "Okay, well, at first I was kind of mean to her, but I felt really bad about that, and then I found out the truth about what was happening. Oh. I left out the part about when she tried to kill me. She almost ripped my head off, and how come that's not making you cry? I didn't really understand it at the time, but for some reason I wanted to protect her and I sort of kidnapped her and took her to my island. I have my own island. It's called Kalake. That's a Hawaiian word and it means grace, which is kind of coincidental because your mom's name used to be Laci Grace. Anyway, Victor was in charge of keeping her safe until I got there. Meanwhile Harding burned down my house because he was looking for your mom. He was a really bad guy."




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"WAAAHHH!!!!"

"Okay, this is getting weird. Are you sure you don't understand all this? I guess not. Well, I went to the island and Harding followed me and he had a gun and had it pointed at me and Victor. I was yelling my head off to try and warn her, but she doesn't always listen. In this case it was a good thing because she has this skill. She is really good at using a whip. She walked into the room with this look on her face like she was sick of all of us but she had a whip hidden behind her back. Damn! You would have been proud of her. She barely moved, but she flicked the gun right out of Harding's hand, then she moved again and coiled the whip around his neck. It was kind of awesome. Victor does have some use, because he grabbed the gun. I was too busy staring at her, kind of like you keep staring at me. Anyway we got rid of Harding and Victor told me some stuff about what happened to your mom before I met her and that was kind of when I first knew she was special. The thing is, I'm always in control. It's what I do and it works really well for me, but when I tried to talk to her I turned into an idiot."

"Gurgle."

"Yeah. I know, but it always happens when I talk to her. See, the thing is, I'm in control all the time except when she's around and that's when I say and do some pretty stupid things. The first time I tried to talk to her, I ended up naked and tied to a door. Then when I tried again, she called Victor for help because she thought I was having a breakdown. After that we were sitting on the beach and I was trying to explain things and I started to tell her a story about a boy unicorn with a magical golden horn that got all big and hard when he saw a pretty girl unicorn. She looked at me like I was a lunatic. Luckily she agreed to come here to Georgia with me and Victor, although I'm pretty sure it was out of pity. I swear, Matt, I'm really good with the science and math stuff, but if I was studying Laci Grace Corbett, I'd get an 'F' minus. Hell, I'd get a negative, double 'F' minus. Every single damn bit of that insight and control I usually have, vanishes. Poof! Vanishes every single time. Don't understand it at all."

Matthew continued watching with intent interest.

"I wonder where your mom is. She should be home by now. Hold on and I'll try calling again." Donovan grabbed his phone and dialed. "It's just ringing and going to voice mail," he announced. "I'm starting to get worried. I'll give her another little while and then I'm calling Marian and Victor. Marian's her boss so she might know what's going on. You're still not tired? I guess that means more talking. Well, I guess I can tell how it was when we came to Georgia."

Matthew was kicking again. He must be enjoying himself.

"When we first came to Georgia, I was living in this house and your mom was living in the guesthouse and she started working for Marian at the magazine. She was already friends with Victor and she got to be friends with Marian, but she wasn't exactly friends with me, at least not the kind of friend I wanted her to be. I don't think she really trusted me yet. You see, your mom's a girl and I'm a boy and that's really good because girls and boys like to do certain things. One particular thing. You're a boy so you'll understand one of these days although you really shouldn't think about doing it until you're older. A lot older, and how the hell am I going to explain this to you when you are older. I can't explain it now and you haven't even asked yet. Just promise me when the time comes you won't ask Victor, or you'll end up believing in storks and cabbage patches and I've already traumatized you enough with the smoke alarm and the powder bomb and the fucking pee-cones. Sorry. I'm really trying to watch my language. I'm still trying to adjust to you, so the bad word thing is going to take a little while."

He could swear the kid was giving him a dirty look. Great. Just great.

"Now it gets a little complicated because even though I'm still good at understanding other people, I wasn't ever good at understanding Laci and I really thought when we left Kalake things were going to be a certain way, but nothing turns out the way I think it's going to when I'm dealing with her. See the way it works is since I'm the Dominant, she's supposed to be the submissive, but her way of submitting and my understanding about submitting don't exactly mean the same thing. She was making me crazy. Victor would say crazier than I already am, but you have to understand something. Your mom is really beautiful and really smart and the more I got to know her, the more I wanted to do what boys and girls like to do. And she was the one I wanted to do it with, but she didn't seem to understand that. Maybe she did. I don't know, but I tried to convince her. I really tried. I didn't think she'd ever say yes. I tried everything I could think of. Nothing and I mean nothing, worked. I was just about ready to give up."

He was almost positive Matthew was looking at him with sympathy.

"Then one afternoon, we were sitting right in this room. It was kind of cold and really rainy outside and I said I was going to make a fire in the fireplace. This house is really old and there are three fireplaces. There's the one in this room and the one in the living room and the one upstairs in the master bedroom. They're all kind of unusual and they have this special stonework and we started talking about the fireplaces. She always likes to know about stuff like that and I asked her if she wanted to see the one upstairs, and stop looking at me like that. I swear, I didn't have a single ulterior motive. I was just showing her the fireplace and that was when it happened. She got this look in her eyes and we didn't leave the bedroom for the rest of the weekend. Damn! It was fucking fantastic! Sorry. Bad words again, but it was fucking fantastic. I mean I wanted it to be really good, but it was so fucking fantastic. Who the hell knew the damned fireplaces would make her so horny? See what I mean about not understanding her?"

He was staring again.

"I'm not sure if I should be telling you this stuff. You're not going to have nightmares or anything, are you? I was actually hoping you would start sleeping more. Like at night. Like when I want to spend some time with your mom. Like when I want to show her the fireplace. It would be really good if you slept through the fireplace seminar. We had a lot of fireplace showings before you were born. She really liked the fireplaces. We talked about them constantly. We even talked about them in rooms that didn't have fireplaces. She really liked talking about the fireplaces. I really miss not talking about the damned fireplaces. You have no idea how much I want to talk about them."

Another dirty look. Victor said the kid was a genius. Hopefully all the talk about fireplaces wouldn't come back to haunt him when the kid started asking questions about Santa Claus coming down the chimney. How the hell was he going to explain that?

"So, your mom and I were getting along pretty well, but I wasn't really sure about everything and then this guy named Trent Nichols made friends with your mom. Not fireplace friends, just friend friends. Except I thought she wanted them to be fireplace friends because she went to California with him and that wasn't fair because I wanted to be her only fireplace friend. Then Victor told me he and Marian were getting married and I got all mad and decided I didn't need her or anybody and that I could take care of myself. You know how the dining room looks now? Well, when I was done taking care of myself, the kitchen looked a lot worse. Naturally, that was the day she came back from California and she almost killed me again, only this time it was with manual labor. Damn she's bossy. She made me scrub every inch of the fucking kitchen. I work every day, but never like that. Then she made me eat pizza with pineapple, which is actually pretty good. Then she taught me about tying privileges, which are also pretty good. I'll explain those when you're older. A lot older. Maybe."

Skeptical? The look was skeptical. The kid was two months old. How the hell did he know skeptical?

"After the scrubbing lesson and the pizza lesson and the tying lesson, we were talking. She told me some stuff we had never talked about before and this is kind of hard for me to tell you, but it's important. I don't bother with my family because they're worthless and they don't care if I don't bother with them, but your mom's parents treated her really badly. I'm almost as mad at them as I am at Frank Harding, because they had no right to do that. Not to her. She's very special and she's the kindest most amazing person in the world. It makes me so mad they hurt her and if I thought she wanted them in her life and it mattered to her, I'd hunt them down and drag them here. Believe me Matt, I know how to persuade people to do what I want them to do. Well, not her, but other people. The thing is, she's not one of those people who let things get to them, you know. I admire that about her. She could have been a really angry and bitter person, but she's not. She's happy. She's happy with me, and she's happy with you and our strange little family with Victor and Marian. The important thing I want you to know is that's not happening with us. I'm not good at pee-cones and I may have come close to choking you with that damned onesie thing, but I will never turn my back on you. Ever. We probably won't always agree about things, but that doesn't matter. I will always be here for you and your mom. I promise."

The kid looked like he understood every word. Maybe he really was a genius.

"Anyway, that was the first time I told Laci how I really felt and how much she meant to me. And that I love her. Then she told me she loved me. Wow! I didn't know I could feel that good."

Matthew erupted in a series of loud burbles and sputters. Was he asking a question?

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean, but I'm guessing it's about what I just said. I suppose it's a little hard to understand, but your mom is really special. She made me believe love is a real thing. Before her, I thought it was only in books and movies. It's good I have my work, because my work keeps me sane. Usually when I'm around here with your mom, I'm a mess. She confuses the hell out of me and I feel all kinds of things I never felt and I don't understand any of it but it's a good confusion. She understands me and that's an incredible thing because I don't even understand me, especially after a conversation with Victor. The thing is, before your mom, I just did stuff. Now I experience everything. Like pineapple pizza. I would never have tried that if it wasn't for her. She gets me to try and do all kinds of things. She makes me happy. I wasn't happy before and I didn't even know it. And I want to make her happy. I love it when she's happy. Hey! I have another good story for you. Want to hear it?"

More kicking.

"Well, I knew I loved her and wanted to get married to her and I bought a ring with a blue diamond. That's what you do when you want to get married. You give the person you want to marry a special ring. I bought a blue diamond because she likes blue and it matches her eyes. She has really pretty eyes, only I wasn't sure how I wanted to give the ring to her. I knew she would like it but I wanted her to really like it and I was all nervous and confused like I always am. I thought of about a hundred different ways but none of them seemed right, so finally, I got an idea. She loves pineapple pizza and we had it the first time we said we loved each other so I got her a pineapple pizza. I asked the pizza place for an empty box, and I put the ring in the empty pizza box, so when I gave her the boxes, she thought she was getting two pizzas. You should have seen the look on her face when she opened the box with the ring. Wow! She kissed me about ten thousand times."

Matthew appeared to be gurgling his approval.

"Yeah. I did good with that one. See. I'm not always crazy. The day we got married was really good, too. We didn't have a big wedding, but that was what she wanted. She looked so beautiful. She's always beautiful but she looked like an angel that day. Or maybe a Prom Queen. Laci has this special kind of glow thing. It's like sunbeams are shooting from her and that day she was lit up like you wouldn't believe. For our honeymoon she wanted to go to Kalake. I would have taken her anyplace in the entire world, but that was where she wanted to go. It was really great. We talked about fireplaces all day and all night long. We talked about them all over the place. Inside. Outside. There's a little hidden cave down by the beach and we even talked about fireplaces there. I never talked about fireplaces so much in my entire life. She knows a lot about fireplaces. She knows things about fireplaces even I don't know, and I'm kind of a fireplace expert. You know, Matt, I'm hoping you'll try and have a really good and long night of sleep tonight. It's been quite a while since your mom and I discussed fireplaces and I really want to talk about them with her. For a long time. We need to have a very long and detailed discussion about fireplaces. Where is your mom? Maybe I should try calling her again."

Donovan dialed Laci's number, but again it went straight to voice mail. Next he tried Victor. No answer. He tried Marian's phone. No answer. Finally he tried Laci again. He left another message. "Hey! Where are you? Matt and I are getting really worried. Call me. Love you." He smiled down at his son. "We both love you. Call me."

Chapter 7 Mission: Submission

Laci wasn't far from the house. She knew every time Donovan tried to call and she'd heard every one of his messages. Now that she'd finally heard the one she had been waiting for, it was time to head home.

Her little Dominant needed a few kisses and cuddles. Her bigger Dominant needed a lot of kisses and cuddles. She had known exactly what she was doing and what to expect, and now she couldn't wait to get home to see them.

Matthew was still watching Donovan with wide and curious eyes. Instead of being tired, he was contentedly listening to every word his father was saying.

"I really am starting to get worried. I wonder if there's something wrong with her phone. I know she can take care of herself, but I still want to know she's okay, and I miss her when she's not here. Man, she shocked the hell out of me the night she used the whip on Harding. A few months after that I asked her to show me what else she could do. Trust me on this, Matt. Do not make her mad when there's a whip around. Actually it's wise not to make her mad anytime. Even though she looks really tiny and delicate, she's not. She's a steamroller masquerading as a Prom Queen. One time she even kicked me in the balls. There's this saying about how people who get hurt see stars. Yeah, well, it's true. I saw all kinds of pretty little stars that night. She didn't really do it on purpose. It was my own fault because I sneaked into her room, but I was not prepared for Ninja Laci. That was the only time I was glad to see Virgil. He sort of cushioned the blow. Do you feel that thing under you that keeps getting hard every time I talk about your mom? I'm not sure it would be working as well as it does if it wasn't for Virgil. Still hate him though. Stupid unicorn. Hate the fucking horse, too. Want to know about the horse?"

"Gurgle."

"Well, there's a ranch not too far from here and your mom used to work there. She likes to go visit whenever she can and I used to hate that, but then she told me about the people who own the place and how nice they were to her. They're like her family and anybody who's nice to her is okay with me. She'll bring you up there when you're older. You'll like it, but it's kind of dusty and dirty and ranch-y. You may recall our earlier discussion about me not doing too well with dirt and mess. There's this big horse up there and she made friends with him. She calls him Prince. They call him Ogre. They're right. I used to ride horses, but I rode real horses. Not monster horses. Prince Ogre is huge and grey and mean to everyone except her. His head is bigger than you and he's totally and disgustingly in love with your mom. I've seen it with my own eyes. He'll be stomping and snorting at the people who work there, but when she calls him, he gets all mushy and he tries to hug her and nuzzle her. It's revolting. He'll probably like you, but he hates me. He growls at me. Horses aren't supposed to growl. It's kind of unsettling to be in competition with a stuffed unicorn and a growling horse, but I keep reminding myself I'm the one who talks about fireplaces with her. Speaking of fireplaces, can I remind you again that I really want to have a talk about fireplaces with her? Tonight would be a good night for a talk about fireplaces. It would be a perfect night for a fireplace conference. We have a lot of fireplace talking to get caught up on. Your mom and I haven't talked about fireplaces since you were born and I really need to talk to her about them. A good long talk."

He could swear Matthew was burbling in agreement.

"You know, I was in this room when I realized you were coming. She gave me that picture on my desk for our first anniversary. Kind of appropriate. It was the very first picture of you for our first wedding anniversary although I thought you were a peanut. I couldn't understand why she was giving me a picture of a peanut. That's a good name. I can call you Peanut. Hell of a lot better than Noodle-bug."

There was a lot of leg kicking in agreement.

"Okay. I'll call you Matt or Peanut, although I'm pretty sure Victor is going to stick with Noodle-bug, so you might as well get used to it. I suppose I should get a new picture of you, but I kind of like the peanut. Anyway, I got so nervous when I realized what was happening I knocked over the table by the door. Luckily it only has some books on it, but you should have heard the crash. It was almost as bad as the smoke alarm. See, your mom didn't exactly tell me about you. She was giving me hints and sort of let me figure it out myself. I guess it was her version of the pizza boxes. It was a good surprise but I was really nervous. I'm still nervous, although taking care of you today has turned out pretty well. Victor will probably be shocked considering what he saw earlier. He knows I'm not even good at taking care of myself. That's why he's here. He and your mom take care of both me and you. Don't tell him I said this, but Victor's a good guy even though I'm pretty sure he wakes up every day planning how he's going to annoy me. Annoying me is kind of like his hobby, but he really cares about all of us. I care about him too. He'll never let any of us down. Hey! That sounded like your mom's car. Good thing I didn't break you. I don't think she'd want to discuss fireplaces if you were broken. Let's go meet her. C'mon."

Donovan got to his feet and headed for the door. A couple of seconds later he opened it for Laci. Her sunshine smile could not have been any brighter at the sight of her favorite man in the entire world cradling her second favorite man in his arms.

"Hey!" he greeted her, "we were worried about you. Everything okay? I left a bunch of messages."

"I know," she responded reaching up to give him a kiss. "I heard every one of them. It looks like you've got everything under control here. What time did Victor leave?" She leaned down to kiss Matthew.

"A couple of hours ago. How did you know he wasn't here?"

"Marian told me she had tickets for the symphony."

"Victor is with Marian at the symphony? What the hell does he know about the symphony? He spent all morning singing the Dominant song."

She gave him a quizzical look. "There's a Dominant song? Is there a secret Dominant handshake, too?"




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 04



Donovan sighed. "It's kind of a long story. I can tell you later and please don't go in the dining room and don't ask questions if you do. Victor said he would take care of it in the morning. Of course, that was before the powder bomb exploded."

"The powder bomb?"

"Yeah, but all things considered, Peanut and I did pretty well," he told her proudly.

"Peanut?"

"Matt says he likes the name Peanut better than Noodle-bug."

"Matt told you he likes Peanut?"

"He sure did. I'm starving. What would you like for dinner? I was thinking about ordering pineapple pizza. Peanut and I have been talking about it all afternoon. Somehow I seem to be in the mood for pineapple pizza. Is that okay with you?"

"You and Peanut spent the afternoon talking about pineapple pizza?"

"We talked about a lot of things. We had a pretty good afternoon."

"Donovan? Are those the jeans I bought? You swore you'd never wear them unless you were at the ranch."

"Yeah. We had a little pee-cone problem, but we figured things out. Right, Matt?"

Still in his father's arms, Matthew gurgled in response.

Her sunbeams were shooting everywhere. "You and Peanut seem to have managed quite well on your own. I'm very proud of both of you." She kissed Donovan again. "You're a wonderful dad. I knew you would be as soon as you gave yourself the chance and I would love some pineapple pizza."

"Okay. Why don't you get comfortable and I'll call in an order. When you're done, maybe you could walk me through a diaper change. We're not too good with that yet, right Matt? I'm pretty sure I remember how the bottle warmer works though."

"I'll be back downstairs in a few minutes, and Donovan," she was still smiling, "your ass looks fantastic."

He watched her walk out of the room then looked down at Matthew. "I have a feeling your mom set us up. Did you hear what she said? She heard all my messages, she knew Victor wasn't going to be here and she knew I'd be fine if I gave myself the chance. She's very smart. A little too smart. And sneaky. I think we both got a Laci lesson in submission. I told you she was confusing, but she also thinks my ass looks fantastic. I'm not confused about that. I have a feeling she'd really like to have a nice long talk about fireplaces later. Damn, I love her! C'mon. I'll teach you how to order pineapple pizza."

After pineapple pizza, bottle warmers, diaper changes and more diaper changes, Donovan was standing alone and silent in the tranquil blue and cream room watching his infant son sleeping. It had been a remarkable day, thanks mostly to his even more remarkable wife. Donovan Corbett was a dad and even though he might need a little training, he was going to be great at it. Laci had never doubted him for even one minute.

Chapter 8 Shoe-gasms

Where was Laci?

After helping to settle Matthew, she said she had a few minutes of work to do on the computer and then she'd be back. Donovan had headed for the shower hoping she would join him, but she hadn't appeared. Damn! She'd had a long day. Maybe she was too tired to talk about fireplaces.

He stood under the cascading water, letting the stress of the afternoon wash away. All things considered, the day had ended pretty well, considering it had started with a onesie debacle. And a flaming pacifier. And a powder bomb. And the Dominant song. He was going to have to talk to Victor about that and find out the actual words. It didn't seem like the best idea for Matthew to go around singing the Dominant song. He had to smile. One afternoon with a Peanut and he was already thinking like a dad.

Where the hell had Laci learned so much about control? Was there a day that had gone by when he wasn't somehow surprised by her? She had quietly and stealthily dominated him into submitting to his own fears about interacting with his son and he had mastered it like he did almost everything else. She had more confidence in him than he had in himself. Kind of interesting how much she had taught him, considering he was the trainer. Amazing how much she believed in him.

He couldn't wait to see the expression on Victor's face in the morning when he walked into the house to find Matthew snuggled contentedly in his father's arms. It wasn't too often he had the opportunity to shock Victor. Might as well enjoy it while he could. He might even help with cleaning up the powder bomb explosion after working in a few lessons on how to handle the damned thing in the first place.

What an experience to spend the afternoon telling his infant son so much about the past couple of years. Hopefully Matthew wouldn't actually remember it. He really didn't want the kid growing up with some weird obsession about fireplaces. Or an irrational fear of unicorns. Virgil. Stupid name.

Matthew Donovan Corbett. Occasionally known as Matt, Peanut, or Noodle-bug. He almost couldn't wait for him to wake up so they could play with some of those strange looking toys Victor seemed to be enjoying so much. After a good night of sleep. The kid needed his rest. A long rest.

And where the hell was Matthew's mom? The Peanut had an exceptionally busy day, hopefully busy enough to sleep through at least a brief discussion about fireplaces. He'd just have to tear her away from work and get her upstairs. It was for her own good. She must be exhausted from all that driving.

Donovan stepped from the shower and dried himself off, then knotted the towel around his waist. He flung open the bathroom door and almost screeched to a halt, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Holy fuck!!"

You'd think he would have learned his lesson after all this time. The Prince of Darkness had once again underestimated the Prom Queen.

Candles were flickering in the room and there she was, half sitting, half reclining on the bed, sparkling all over the place and wearing nothing but a black lace thong and the highest, fuck-me-est heels he had ever seen. Damn! She was so ready for a fireplace symposium.

"Good evening, Master Donovan. I was actually planning on some unholy fucking, but we can do it your way, too. You've had such a difficult day. How may I serve you?"

He should probably say something but he couldn't seem to stop staring. First the unicorn, then the Peanut, now him. It wasn't polite to stare, but DAMN! She really never had managed to get the whole Dom/sub thing straight, but maybe her way was better. It was always good to keep an open mind.

Laci had that look in her blue eyes and suddenly Donovan found himself on the bed, his hands tied together and to the headboard. How had that happened? Wasn't he wearing a towel? It seemed to have mysteriously vanished along with his illusions of control. Hypnosis! It had to be hypnosis.

She was never quite sure about her favorite part of submission, but it always started with his confusion. He truly never seemed to have any idea about what was happening to him. Poor guy must be suffering from temporary blackouts. Nothing to worry about. He'd be just fine. Eventually.

She had to start with a kiss. Many kisses. That was tradition. He had the best lips. Nibbling on his lips was wonderful, especially when he started nibbling back. Donovan was always such a gentleman and gentlemen always kissed back when they were kissed. He was so good at being a gentleman.

He always seemed to want to know exactly what she was planning before she did it. That was easily dealt with. Forcing his eyes to close with kisses to his eyelids was a perfect solution. Moving from his eyes to that spot by his earlobe then back to his eyes was sure to confuse him even more. First relaxed, then stimulated, then relaxed, then aroused. Switching back and forth between ears was good. Now it was back to eyes. Another nibble on his lips, then back to the ears. Now the side of his neck. He always appreciated her attention to the side of his neck. Right there. That was the spot. The shuddering had started. Any second now and he'd be too dazed to even think about opening his eyes. So much was going on. He was going to forget all about watching.

It was time for the scalp massage. Lightly dragging her nails through his thick, dark, still damp from the shower hair felt really good. He loved that. He was already making that little growling sound in the back of his throat. Why the hell was he always so bothered by Prince Ogre? The two of them practically spoke the same language.

He was already completely relaxed and completely aroused and she was just getting started. Her kisses had moved to the base of his throat, along his collarbone, sweeping across the tops of his shoulders. He was almost disoriented with contentment and the growling was getting louder. His growl was so much sexier than Prince's growl. She'd have to remember to tell him that one of these days.

She was moving on, dragging her nails in tiny circles at the top of his chest. More shuddering. This was always one of the best parts. The look on his face was unbelievable. He was so calm. He looked like he was floating on a cloud. Donovan was always so strong, so proper, so much in control, until she wandered into the room. It was good to see him unwinding and even better to know she was the only one who could actually get to him like this. He was so good at dominating.

She was brushing her hair over his chest. He liked that, too. His growls were turning into those little moans. Fascinating how something so small could turn him on so much. Those shoes she was wearing hadn't hurt either. That look on his face when he came into the room and saw her waiting. Wow! Seducing her husband was the best, and those shoes weren't going anywhere. She'd probably end up wearing them more than all the rest of her shoes, and they'd never even make it out of their bedroom.

Time to start getting serious. He really had been through a lot today. He deserved a little special attention. She was kissing his chest and going lower and lower and lower. He was already tensing up, knowing exactly where she was headed. He was not going to be disappointed.

She could remember the first time she ever heard of Donovan Corbett. She always thought he was enigmatic, mysterious, and gorgeous, but never did she think she'd be so happily married to him, sharing his life, giving birth to his son. Doing what they were doing right now. Was he mumbling about a fireplace? What the hell was he talking about? Oh well. It didn't matter. If it made him look as happy as he looked, he could talk about whatever he wanted. But a fireplace?

Her tongue was flickering the very tip of his cock. That made him crazy. Almost as much as having his hands tied so he couldn't touch her. Not that she didn't love his touch. The things he could do to her with his fingers and tongue could make her see more fireworks than any Fourth of July celebration, but giving him pleasure was breathtaking. She loved seeing how much he truly trusted her.

The man seriously had the most perfect cock, not that she was a cock expert, but it was perfect for her. The tip was so soft and smooth. She loved touching it with the edge of her nail, gently. So gently. He wasn't just growling. He was damn near roaring.

Now she was using her teeth, grazing him ever so slightly. He had tried to explain how painful it could be if she used her teeth the wrong way, but he'd never quite managed to make that argument stick. Good thing she didn't know the wrong way. He seemed to enjoy her way, just fine.

Secret spot time. That tiny spot under his cock, right below the tip. Sometimes she used her flickering tongue. Sometimes her teeth. Sometimes the edge of her nail. Tonight, she was using all of the above. Oh, he liked that. Was he still talking about the fireplace? Talking was changing to moaning. He was definitely moaning. He hadn't been this happy for the last seven and a half weeks.

Abstaining from sex since Matthew's arrival hadn't been easy for either of them, although he really did need a little break after all those weeks of horniness. Okay, maybe she had twisted the truth just a little by blaming it on her hormones. Even though he was exhausted, he really hadn't seemed to mind that much and she had to give him a standing ovation for all those different and creative positions they had discovered. He was amazingly flexible. They were absolutely going to do that thing on his office chair again. Even if it had taken him about twenty minutes to regain his equilibrium. Small sacrifice.

Now she wasn't playing fair, but kissing and gently nipping his inner thighs was too good to pass up. He seemed almost afraid to ask where she had learned to do some of the things she did to him. He tried several times, but it was almost like he didn't really want to know. The ranch certainly had been an educational place, especially at the end of a long hard week when all the guys would sit around and drink and talk up a storm. They almost seemed to forget she was there, but she had learned quite a bit about what men liked from listening to them. Who knew men gossiped so much when they got drunk? She had eavesdropped on the most amazing things. She'd have to tell him that. One of these days.

He liked the kissing and nipping. He was actually breaking out in a cold sweat. Not playing fair was good. Not playing fair with Master Donovan was fantastic. Damn he was sexy!

Second secret spot time. Donovan had erogenous zones, nerves endings, and pressure points all over the place, but this one was the best. The ticklish spot under his balls. A flickering tongue. The edge of a nail. A little kiss. DAMN! He was shaking enough to mix a martini. Maybe she'd remember that for next time. He'd probably enjoy a cool drink after she was finished.

He was pretty much ready to come, but she wanted to tease him just a little longer. She was touching the backs of his knees, making little circles with her fingertips. The groaning was starting again, but she wasn't finished yet. Of course she understood the whole Dominant/submissive thing. She wasn't an idiot. Always being strong and in control was how he lived his life, how he ran his business, but he knew that she knew he sometimes actually enjoyed letting her have her way with him. Just as long as he was always in control. The very sexy Master Donovan was always in control.

She was almost finished. And so was he. She was rubbing his legs with those amazing shoes and he was loving it. Now it was time for her favorite part. She deserved some fun, too. He was so hard it was easy to straddle him and envelop him with her soft wetness. Just for good measure she ran the tips of her nails across his flat stomach. Every one of his senses was being assaulted. She could feel him clenching. Quivering. Shuddering. He was ready and so was she.

Okay. Fireworks time! Sky Rockets! Roman Candles and Sparklers, too!! HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!

He was struggling to open his eyes. How the hell did she always manage to do this? Why wasn't he used to it by now? Had he been babbling about the fireplace?

He was finally able to focus and there she was, glowing as brightly as one of the candles. Wearing only those shoes. Fuck! He was going to be in major trouble every time he thought about those shoes. It wasn't dignified to have a shoe-gasm in the middle of a business meeting.

"What the hell did you do to me this time? And how did you tie me to the bed without me knowing you were doing it? And where did you get those shoes? And are you planning to untie me?

Laci reached over his head and released his wrists from the headboard, without untying them. She gently massaged his shoulders and leaned down for another kiss. "Thank you for dominating me."

He shook his head in frustration. Might as well just give up and go with it. "You're very welcome. Dominating you is always a pleasure even when I don't know I'm doing it." He held up his hands. "Could I dominate you into untying me?"

Uh oh! She had that look in her eyes again and he hadn't had time to recover from her last bout of submission. Damn. She was slithering, straight up his body, into the circle of his arms. She was so good at slithering. Did Prom Queens take slithering lessons? Did they not get their tiaras until they learned how to slither? She had totally earned her tiara.

She didn't stop until she was completely on top of him, eye to eye, lips to lips. Her hands were free, but his were tied together behind her back. And she was still wearing those spectacular shoes. He was pretty sure another shoe-gasm was coming on. How did she manage to slither wearing those shoes?

Okay. This was not fair. What the fuck was she doing to him now? He was struggling to get his hands free. He really wanted to touch her, but her knot tying skills were comparable to her slithering skills.

Was she . . . rocking? She was rocking. Back and forth. Harder. Harder. Damn! She flipped them over. He was on top but his hands were still tied and trapped under her. During which insane moment had he actually thought she might be tired?

Those nails. The way she ran them up and down his spine was electrifying. And that spot. Oh god, that spot. How did she know every single spot on his body that made him tremble? Had she also taken a class in Donovan's Bodily Geography? She must have been the damned valedictorian. And he was getting rock hard. Again. In record time. The Prom Queen didn't just slither, she was a submissive puppeteer. And she knew exactly which puppet strings to pull. So not fair that his hands were still tied.

Was she actually arching her back and angling her hips so that he could thrust into her? Damn she was limber! Okay, that was new. She'd never done that before. Finally he could take back some control. He could thrust, slowly, rhythmically. She was loving that and she was matching him, move for move and thrust for thrust. Damn that felt good.

He was picking up the pace, or maybe she was picking up the pace. Oh hell. She hadn't had sex for all this time either. Was she planning to make up for the entire seven and a half weeks in one night? Was she going for another trifecta? If she was, she was totally forfeiting tying privileges. He had to take control of something. No tying privileges. At least for the rest of the night.

Her legs were wrapped so tightly around him and he could feel those shoes rubbing against his ass. Those shoes. Those remarkable shoes. Those phenomenal shoes. Just thinking about her wearing nothing but those shoes. HA! He was right! Oh FUCK!! Another SHOE-GASM!!

Chapter 9 Do Unicorns Have Nine Lives?

"You're very quiet."

She had rolled them over again and was nestled in his arms even though his wrists were still tied behind her back. Exploding shoe brain seemed to have subsided and he was finally starting to breathe normally again as he smiled down at her. "I was just thinking about how many times I've been naked and tied to something since I met you. Hasn't always turned out so well, until tonight. I don't mind being naked and tied to you. Especially when you're wearing those shoes."

"I'll keep that in mind. Shall I untie you?"

"No rush. My wrists are already numb. A few minutes more won't hurt." Reaching down she freed his wrists, taking time to massage the feeling back into them. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

"I meant thank you for earlier. For forcing me to spend the day with Matthew. He's pretty amazing. I spent all afternoon talking to him and I swear, he understood every word, although I hope not. Especially not all the stuff about the fireplace."

"What about the fireplace?"

"I told him about how I was showing you the fireplace and we ended up doing what we did tonight and how good it was. You don't think he'll remember that, do you?"

"Donovan, he's only two months old and even if he does remember, what's wrong with him knowing how much his parents love each other?"




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"I guess." He was silent for several minutes. "Laci? What would you think if I stopped training for a while?"

It was her turn to be silent, then she sat up looking at him with concern. "Donovan, you love training. It's part of who you are. Why would you want to stop? Are you okay?"

His smile could not have been any bigger. "I'm fine. I swear, but at some point this afternoon I suddenly realized how much we have to look forward to over the next few months. Matt's going to start laughing, reaching his little arms up when he wants to be held. It won't be long before he starts talking, walking, running all over the place, wanting to play with Virgil. If I'm gone for a month at a time, I'm going to miss all of that and I don't want to miss a minute of it. I can't wait to see how cute he's going to be dragging Virgil all over the place. I'm not sure I'm ready to give it all up forever, but for a while."

She snuggled back down into his arms. "You know, Master Donovan, I think you need a spanking for doubting yourself. You're a great dad."

"No, Laci. No. Not happening. No. Never. No. Absolutely no. Not ever. No."

"Will you consider wearing jeans once in a while?"

He groaned. "Maybe. I'll think about it. Only if they're the ones that make my ass look really good."

"Your ass always looks good."

"Thank you. Hey! Do I still get to spank you? I haven't done that in a while."

"I'll give you my answer after we go jeans shopping."

"You're blackmailing me? You really need to try understanding how the Dom/sub thing works."

"I guess you'll just have to keep training me. As I recall, I'm a work in progress."

"Was I ever in control?"

"Donovan, you're always in control, but now you're in control of other things, different things, things you never controlled before. Maybe your need for control has shifted a bit."

"Victor did say how much I've changed. I can't wait to see the look on his face in the morning. He tried to give me a crash course in taking care of the Peanut, and it didn't go so well. He's going to be shocked at my sudden ability to not set off the smoke alarm."

"You set off the smoke alarm, too? I have to confess I couldn't resist sneaking a peak at the dining room disaster."

"Yeah. It'll look better after we clean up the powder bomb explosion," he assured her.

"Donovan, I should probably prepare you. Victor may be a little unhinged in the morning."

"Unhinged? More unhinged than he usually is? Why?"

"After I finished the interview earlier, I called Marian and she had just gotten off the phone. She got some unexpected news and she was planning to tell Victor in the morning before she leaves for work. She thought it would be better for him if he was distracted with looking after you and Matthew."

"Better for him? What's wrong? Is Marian okay? It's not Victor is it? What the hell is wrong, Laci?"

"Do you remember just before Victor and Marian got married and they were talking about adopting a baby?"

"Of course. They went through the whole process, but Marian was having second thoughts. She spends so much time working and she wasn't really sure about the whole thing. Victor was disappointed. That's probably why he's so attached to Matt."

"Well, she never contacted the adoption agency and after seeing how much fun she was having with Matthew and how good Victor has been with him, she started having second thoughts about her second thoughts. She got a call yesterday and there's a little boy available. His name is Jeremy and he's just a few weeks older than Matthew. They should have him by the end of the month."

There were several seconds of silence. "Victor is going to be a parent? Victor? Shady background Victor?" Donovan sighed. "Damn good thing he attended The Poppins Academy of Dubious Lock-Pickers and Swaddlers. Victor?" He sighed again. "Well, it will be fun for Matthew to have a cousin to grow up with. Jeremy, huh? I can see it now...Matthew and Jeremy learning to talk and walk. Then learning to run. Pretty soon both of them will be dragging Virgil all over the place. Poor, old Virgil. He may have had a chance with one kid, but he'll never survive two. Especially two rambunctious, little boys. Poor Virgil." For some reason Donovan didn't sound that sorry. "Don't worry. When the day comes that Virgil is ready for the trash, I'll buy you a new unicorn. One without beady eyes. Poor Virgil. His days are numbered. Guess I'll be buying two cars in about eighteen years."

"Why will you be buying two cars in eighteen years? And what does that have to do with my unicorn?"

"What? Oh. Uh, I just meant that earlier when Matt and I were talking, I promised to get him a car when he was old enough to drive, so now, I guess I'll be buying one for Jeremy, also. This will be like having two kids without actually having two kids. Nothing personal, but I'm not sure I could survive another bout of pregnancy hormones. Are you okay with just having Matthew?" he questioned.

"I really am. I'm very happy with you and Matthew. Because of your introduction to Marian, I have a job I love and I have a perfect little son and I have you. Thank you, Donovan. There isn't anything else I want. There isn't one single part of my life that I would change. I love you very much."

He leaned down to kiss her. "And because of you...I have you. You and Matt. Nothing else I want either, except, maybe, more shoes. When we go jeans shopping, I think we also have to go shoes shopping. How many colors do those shoes come in? I may have to build you a shoe closet. Really amazing shoes. You, Matt and shoes. I'm happy. I love you too, even without shoes."

"You and Victor are going to have so much fun with Matthew and Jeremy. You'll be taking them to the playground and teaching them how to swim. Showing them how to finger paint."

"Finger painting is messy and playgrounds are dirty. Does this mean I'm going to be hanging out with Victor and Matthew and Jeremy while you and Marian go to work? I work, too, you know."

"True, but you did say you didn't want to miss one minute of watching Matthew grow up. You'll have plenty of time to work and still have time to play with Matthew and Victor and Jeremy and the dog."

"I guess. Finger painting, huh? Wait! Dog? What dog?"

"Two rambunctious little boys are going to want a dog. They can only roll around with a stuffed unicorn for so long and like you said, eventually Virgil will be heading to unicorn heaven."

She sounded very definite. At least she was accepting the demise of Virgil.

"But, Laci, dogs are messy. They shed and they drool. They track muddy paw prints everywhere. They smell funny. They want to sit on the furniture. Dogs smell like dogs. And I think they have beady eyes. Do dogs have beady eyes? I know they growl. A dog will hate me. He'll be in love with you and Matthew and hate my guts. A dog? I don't know about a dog."

"He'll love you. Just wait. He'll run to greet you every time you walk in the house. He'll want to be with you constantly. And since we'll eventually be getting rid of the unicorn, we can name him Virgil."

What was that strange sound?

"Donovan? You really need to try understanding how the Dom thing works. I don't think Dominants are supposed to cry. Are they?"

*****

I am so grateful for all your comments. When I started Prince & Prom Queen, I wasn't expecting this much positive feedback. Let's be honest -- how many stories on Lit. have a stuffed unicorn in them? Virgil is quite thrilled with his fan club!

A very special THANK YOU to Bigg_Mike for being a terrific editor and always coming through, no matter what!

CHWH



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Chapter 1 When Worlds Collide

The calendar was staring again. At least this year it smiling at him.

Donovan's second wedding anniversary was rapidly approaching. When his first anniversary was on the horizon he wasn't certain there would be a second but here it was and he was happier than he'd ever been. Collisions had happened everywhere.

It wasn't that many years ago when Donovan Corbett's life was in control. Each day followed the order and routine of the previous day. The world was quiet and tranquil. Everything had an appropriate place and things were always where they belonged. The hours spent working were productive. The hours spent reading or listening to music were enlightening and relaxing. Victor was an assistant who actually assisted. There were no growling horses. There were no stuffed unicorns with beady, staring eyes. There were no barking, slobbering dogs. He was the very solid, successful and balanced center of his own universe. It was the definition of blissful.

Or so he thought.

Then came the day his world collided with a Prom Queen. He would never forget the first time he saw her. He watched her watching him, surprised that he considered approaching her, even more surprised when the thought of doing it made him nervous.

Donovan Corbett was never nervous. Absurd.

It was about a year later before they came face to face when she came to his home believing she was going to be interviewing him. He also would never forget the events of that evening. He had been furious at her, a person he didn't even know, because he believed she had agreed to be trained as a sex slave. Why should that make him angry? He was a trainer and a Dominant. Training her or anybody who required training was his job. It might have been easier if he had been able to recognize his feelings for her that night but why would he have known? He'd never felt those feelings before.

Somehow the universe suddenly and unexpectedly shifted. There was a new center and her name was Laci. Order, routine and quiet were a thing of the past. Disorder became the new routine. Feelings never before felt were everywhere. Nothing was tranquil and blissful had a whole new definition.

How had it happened? How had the young, very blonde and beautiful Laci taken possession of his heart? Before her, he was a heartless Grinch. With her, he was happier than all the Whos in Whoville.

He did so like Miss Laci Grace. He could so like her any place.

He would so like her here or there. He did so like her everywhere.

Even better, Laci, and her hypnotic, blue eyes, liked him right back.

The first few months were surprising. He wasn't sure he'd ever get to first base especially since she wouldn't even give him a map to the ball park. His internal GPS must have helped because he found his way and had been hitting home runs ever since. Really kind of gave a whole new meaning to the term 'Batter Up!'

Everything was good and then he proposed and everything was better. He knew with certainty she'd say yes, still just hearing her answer was fantastic. Knowing she was going to be with him forever was even more than fantastic. Laci understood him and accepted him for who he was. As time went on he was shocked to discover how much he was changing and while she certainly participated in that change, he could honestly admit, it was never something she forced upon him or expected from him. The evolution of Donovan Corbett was his own doing.

The reality was that their relationship should never have happened. Donovan craved control and Laci was uncontrollable. She knew he was a Dominant even before that first sighting across the room. She knew he was a Dominant when she came to his home to interview him. She knew he was a Dominant when they discovered their feelings and when he proposed. She knew he was a Dominant when she said yes. She also knew she could not possibly be any less submissive.

Donovan knew it too and even though it should have mattered, it didn't. Somehow it worked although he had to give Laci most of the credit for that. He had never once expected to spend his life with a non-submissive woman but he also never expected to fall in love. How she was able to understand and accept his need to be controlling and be a trainer was something he never understood. He couldn't say she was jumping up and down with enthusiasm at some of his choices but she understood his needs almost better than he did. Extraordinary.

Laci was pretty much perfect. Of course she did have that minor problem differentiating between Dominant and submissive although there were times when he had to wonder if he was the one who kept getting it wrong. As much as he wanted to dispute her methods, in truth, they worked pretty damn well. It was really hard to argue with shoe-gasms and tying privileges. Sometimes a little bit of creative out-of-the-box thinking was enlightening. And shoe-gasmic-ly sexy.

Then the universe collided with his world again when he became a father. It wasn't easy at first but, thanks to Laci, Donovan was caring for Matthew, watching him grow, reading to him, playing with him. The patient, tall, dark-haired man with the even darker eyes, and the gurgling, dark haired little man with his mom's bright blue eyes did everything together.

Donovan was astonished at his natural skill at being a father. He was probably more astonished at how much he loved doing it. Laci would be glowing as she watched her two favorite men, her eyes full of love for both of them. Donovan smiled and felt some of that glow when he watched Matthew in Laci's arms for a hug or a bit of tender loving care only a mom could provide.

Victor and Marian lived right next door. Victor had married Donovan's cousin Marian and the two adopted Jeremy, who was nearly the same age as Matthew. Jeremy and Matthew spent every day together, gurgling in their own baby language or taking their afternoon naps together. Sometimes the two sat on Uncle Donovan's lap for a story. Sometimes Uncle Victor sang strange songs. Sometimes all four played with Virgil. Yes, indeed! Another collision yielded another Virgil. As if one wasn't enough.

Donovan knew Laci wanted Matthew to grow up with a dog so he started doing research on dogs that would be good around kids and not shed, bark too much, or smell especially doggy for the obsessive neat freak of the family -- himself. After extensive study, he had narrowed it down to two breeds when the entire family, including Victor, Marian and Jeremy, went to a local park. Donovan might have rethought the outing if he had known it was dog adoption day.

There, right in the middle of the activity, was Virgil. Donovan's purebred plans went out the window when Laci fell in love with the large creature with reddish-brownish fur that Donovan swore was part dog and part moose. He was never quite sure if they adopted Virgil or if Virgil adopted them but an overgrown, lumbering ball of fluff had never been part of his original plan although even he had to admit the dog-moose was great with the two little boys. Virgil stood guard while Matthew and Jeremy talked baby talk on their blanket. He tattled on them, alerting an adult if he thought one was in trouble.

He loved the entire family but he was completely devoted to Donovan. When the boys were in a napping mood and didn't require his care, Virgil was always by Donovan's side. He followed him from kitchen to office to kitchen to yard to office to kitchen to bathroom to office to dining room to kitchen and anywhere else Donovan's daily routine happened to take them. He would sit and quietly wait until Donovan was ready to move to the next location and happily follow. He stared at Donovan with his big, brown, adoring, Virgil dog-moose eyes and he slobbered on all of Donovan's designer shoes.

Great. Just great. The one submissive in the house was a slobbering dog-moose.

Then again, perhaps the dog-moose could be useful. Laci's stuffed unicorn, Virgil the First, remained seated on a chair in the master bedroom staring his hateful, black, beady-eyed stare whenever Donovan walked in the room. Virgil the First would make a really good dog-moose chew bone. He just needed a little time to make it all work, but Donovan was already planning a unicorn funeral.

A staring unicorn upstairs and a staring dog-moose who followed him everywhere.

Black beady eyes or brown, adoring dog-moose eyes. What a choice.

Thank goodness for Laci's big, cornflower-blue eyes that would get that special look whenever she felt sexy and Laci always felt sexy. For a man who had spent most of his adult life involved in the business of sex, he was amazed at how much Laci loved sex. He wasn't complaining. Far from it. He just wondered why she never got tired.

Sometimes Jeremy spent the night with Matthew. Donovan always had a hard time wondering what Marian and Victor did on their date nights. Other times Matthew and Virgil spent the night with Jeremy. Donovan never had to wonder what he'd be doing on those nights. It was actually quite perfect for each of the adult couples to have their own private time and Laci always knew how to make theirs extra special. For a long time he had been curious about her prowess in their bed and out of their bed and in their shower and wherever else they happened to be. She had seemed just a few steps from virginal when they first met so he was rather relieved when she finally confessed about her time working at the ranch and how many nights she would sit and listen to a group of nearly drunk ranch hands talking about what they liked from their lady friends. She must have taken copious notes because she tried things he'd never even thought of. She knew every secret place on his body and could touch him with the tip of her nail or a flicker of her tongue and drive him into a frenzy.

Donovan Corbett was a very happy man. Even if Virgil the unicorn hated his guts, he had a loving and wonderful wife, an adorable young son, an extended family, a successful business, and a slobbering dog-moose who worshiped him.

Now if he could just figure out something special for Laci. This was their second anniversary and her first as a mom, so he wanted it to be something remarkable. But what?

It was hard to buy something for her because she never really asked for anything and he didn't want to give her something just for the sake of giving her something. She had made such a huge impact on his life and he wanted to do something spectacular and memorable.

The calendar was smiling its happy smile and waving. He needed sensational. He needed dazzling. He needed stupendous. And he couldn't think of one damn thing.

Chapter 2 Helpful Advice

Even though Matthew was rapidly approaching the five month mark, Donovan still had a hard time believing he was a father but wrapping his head around the idea of his cousin Marian as a mom was an even harder concept.

Other than Donovan, Marian was the only member of their family to work for anything and achieve a goal. He never really understood her choice to run a small tourist bureau in the Georgia town she called home, but it was a place she loved and she wanted to see it thrive. He wasn't at all surprised when she decided to start her own magazine because that was something she had talked about for years. When Laci started working for her, the two got along as if they had known each other forever.

Marian was as driven to succeed as Donovan and was even more of a workaholic. Her life was about phone calls, proofreaders, deadlines, and more phone calls. She was tough and focused and there were times when it seemed as if she knew every single person in the state of Georgia on a first name basis. Her ability to recall the most insignificant details was second only to Donovan's own abilities.

Then came the day her world collided with Victor. Victor traveled everywhere with Donovan so he and Marian had known each other for years. They always got along well but Donovan never noticed the undercurrent of attraction between them. Marian was like a sister and Victor a slightly insane brother so the two, together, just didn't compute in Donovan's mind. When Donovan and Victor took up permanent residence in Marian's beloved Georgia town, Victor wasted no time. Marian turned from a tough as nails, focused and driven business woman, to a . . . girl. The computer in Donovan's brain crashed. Victor and Marian? Marian and Victor? Hell, he was still trying to figure out himself and Laci.

Actually, he was also still trying to figure out the day his own world collided with Victor. Donovan had been looking, without much success, for a reliable assistant. Victor never actually explained how he knew this but he showed up and started assisting. It felt like the two men had always known each other as Victor anticipated every one of Donovan's needs. Over the years, Victor had dropped a few small comments about his colorful past which seemed to skirt the boundaries of legal and illegal but Donovan trusted him and could not deny his work ethic.

Victor thought Donovan was crazy, which seemed fair because Donovan thought Victor was insane. Looking after Donovan and his needs was easy and helping to train sex slaves was a new experience but one Victor adapted to easily. He was straight forward and took no nonsense from anyone including Donovan.

Victor's greatest fun was holding up a figurative mirror to show Donovan his own idiosyncrasies. The best day had been when Laci and her rainbows appeared to shock Donovan's black and white world. Poor guy never had a chance but he also had never smiled so much.

Donovan Corbett, the man of habit and routine, maintained iron like control of every inch of his life having to do with work and business. Donovan Corbett, dad to Matthew and uncle to Jeremy, was confident, caring and endlessly patient. Donovan Corbett, man who loved Laci, was a romantic, scattered, unsure mess. Victor enjoyed the many moods of Donovan and making him just a little crazier.

Still when Donovan needed advice he turned to Victor even if he usually ended up with a headache but maybe Victor could help with his anniversary gift dilemma. If not, Donovan had a brand new bottle of aspirin. When Victor was involved, advance precautions were always wise.

He was sitting peacefully in his office when Victor entered. "Hey, Daddy-bug! Whatcha doin?

"Victor, I have repeatedly asked you not to call me that ridiculous name. I hate it. When are you going to stop?"

"Stop what?"

"Stop calling me that name and stop calling Matthew, Noodle-bug. We both hate it."

"He never complains. He's Noodle-bug and Jeremy is Doodle-bug. Works out great," Victor responded.

"Okay Mr. Annoying-the-shit-out-of-me-bug, any chance you can sit down and possibly give me a little assistance?"

"Sure, Daddy-bug. What's up?"

Donovan sighed with frustration. "My second wedding anniversary is coming up and I want to do something special for Laci. Is there any remote chance you might have an idea? Has she perhaps mentioned anything she would like or wants to do? Somewhere she'd like to go? Something she might want but won't get for herself? Any chance Marian might have mentioned something?"

Victor appeared to be thinking hard. If only Donovan could be sure it was pertaining to the question he had been asked. "Nope. See you later."

"Victor! Get back here! I'm trying to get some help. Don't you have any ideas?"

"Actually, I do. I had a dream last night and I have a great idea for a new business. Wanna hear it?"

"Not really."

"Great. I think we should open a club."

"What kind of club and what does it have to do with a gift for Laci?" Donovan wanted to know.

"A BDSM club but ours will be different. Wanna know how?"

"Again, not really. My goal is to figure out how to do something great for my wife, not to listen to one of your nightmare inducing schemes."

"Okay, see, ours will have a theme. We'll call it Club Transylvania."

Donovan could feel the headache starting. Maybe he should buy stock in a pharmaceutical company that made aspirin. Could be an excellent investment. Might even help his stress levels. At least when he downed a vat of after-conversation-with-Victor-aspirin, it would help to know he was making a profit.

"You had a dream about opening Club Transylvania? You can't possibly be serious? What the fuck were you eating before you went to sleep? Never mind. Don't answer that. I probably don't want to know."

"See, you're Master Donovan and I can be Master Dracula, but you can call me Drac for short. It'll be great. I can wear a cape and everything. We can have steaming caldrons and cobwebs and creaky noises. And bats! We can have flying robotic bats. There's never been anything like it."

Donovan was almost certain his head was going to explode. He had to admit, it would be a perfect special effect for Club Transylvania. He was trying not to shout, "Are you crazy? The reason it's never been done is because it's a horrific Idea. For one thing, you're not a Dominant. For another, Master Dracula? Robotic bats? Will there be room in the belfry for you to sit with them? BDSM is a lifestyle, not a costume party. I'm trying to figure out what to give Laci for our anniversary. I'm not interested in opening a club, especially not Club Transylvania. I can't believe I allow you to take care of my child. And yours. I swear, the day Marian comes to her senses and files for annulment, I will be the first one testifying on her behalf. She'll have no problem using the grounds of insanity. No cobwebs, Victor. No cobwebs and no bats. You're all the bats we need around here. No club!"

"Doms need to have fun too, you know. And what's wrong with Master Dracula? Remember that guy you knew who was Master Iron Man?"

"Victor, I pay you exceptionally well. Perhaps you should take some of that money and seek psychiatric advice. A lot of it. And while Master Iron Man was a bit over the top, his real name was Morton. Master Morty doesn't quite have the ring of intimidation a Dominant requires. No club! Now can we get back to Laci and stop talking about the Dom Halloween festival?"

"Great idea. The subs can trick or treat. I'm telling you, Donovan. It will be a goldmine."

"Victor, the only good thing about your goldmine is me pushing you down the mine shaft. No club! Now can you please stop annoying me and help figure out what to do for Laci? Before I dig my own mine shaft for pushing purposes. Do you have any ideas?" FOR LACI!"

"No need to shout. What did you have in mind?"

"Victor that was what I was asking you. Any chance you could listen without thinking about haunted houses? Last year, on our first anniversary, Laci told me we were expecting Matthew. It's been a remarkable year for both of us, I want to do something really special for her and I've been going around in circles trying to think of something. Is there any possibility you might have an idea? One that doesn't involve vampires? Or any bats besides you?"

"Donovan, Laci never asks for anything. She always says she's happy with you and Matthew and there's nothing else she wants."

Donovan sighed. "I know that and that's why I'm taking my life in my hands and asking for your help. Do you take some kind of special Drive-Donovan-Crazy vitamins or is it just the strange things you eat before bedtime that makes you psychotic? Never mind. Don't answer that. I still don't want to know."

Victor ignored the question. "Maybe you can take her someplace special. How about Kalake? You went there for your honeymoon. That was special. It was special for me and Marian. We loved it. All alone on a tropical island. Running down the beach naked. Really special."

"Victor, I don't care to hear about you and my cousin running naked on the beach."





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"C'mon. You must've done that with Laci. You two were there for a month. There must've been a little naked running."

"Victor, I remember naked. I don't recall much running. We pretty much stayed stationary. Now can we please stick to the topic? Laci. Gift. Anniversary. Any ideas?"

"What about designing another special piece of jewelry for her? She says everybody compliments her on that bracelet and she's so proud to tell them you designed it. She'd like something like that."

"I'm sure she would, but it's not special enough. It's hard when she never expects anything or seems to need anything."

"Donovan, she's happy. You've given her love and a family. That's why she doesn't need anything. You should be proud of yourself."

Donovan leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. "I can't say I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of her for accomplishing everything she has and not having any sense of entitlement. That's what my family is like and you know how I feel about them. Laci deserves something she'll never forget. I want to do that for her, but I don't know what to do. Nothing I've thought of seems right."

"Ask Noodle-bug."

"Matthew is five months old. Perhaps when he's older he may be of some help, although considering that he's spending his formative years in your care, I have serious doubts that he will be."

"I'm telling you, Donovan, he's a genius. Ask him. I'll bet he'll know the perfect thing."

"And if he's out of ideas, maybe I can ask Virgil. Or Virgil. I'm sure one of them can help and probably more than you're helping."

"You know, Donovan, Virgil isn't real fond of you but he's known Laci longer and he really likes her so he might help. On the other hand, Virgil loves both you and Laci but he's only lived here a couple of months. Can't believe he'd be much help but no harm asking."

Donovan was attempting to rub the growing headache from his temples. "I was being sarcastic. Do you honestly expect me to ask a stuffed unicorn, a dog, and a five month old for advice? I was asking for your help. You're supposed to be my assistant. That means you assist." He looked up as though asking for divine guidance. "What the hell am I saying? I'd probably be better off with the damned unicorn. At least I know where I stand with him."

"I'm telling you, Donovan. Ask Noodle-bug. He knows everything. Kid's a genius."

Donovan sank down into his chair. "And thank goodness he is. It's probably the only thing that will get him safely through his childhood with you. Thanks, Victor."

"Anytime. I'm always here."

"Yes you are."

Chapter 3 More Helpful Advice

Several doses of aspirin later, Donovan was still sitting at his desk when he caught some movement from the corner of his eye. The light of his life was standing in the doorway. "Laci! I wasn't expecting you home so early."

He loved how quickly she made it across the room and into his arms. "Had a slow day, so I thought I'd surprise you. I ran into Victor as I was coming in. He and Virgil are taking the boys for a walk."

"Good thing he's got Virgil with him," Donovan grumbled. "I'm not sure Victor could find his way back. He had a dream about opening a BDSM club with a haunted house theme. He wants to call it Club Transylvania and wear a cape. I'm trying to decide who is more at fault: me for employing him or my cousin for marrying him. Tell me again why we trust him with our child."

Together they sank down on the sofa. "Donovan, you adore Victor and he's great with Matthew."

"I adore you. I tolerate Victor and let's reserve judgment on how great he is for a few years. We may rethink that when Matthew and Jeremy start running around wearing capes."

"All little boys go through the superhero phase. I don't think we can blame that on Victor, although he'll probably enjoy playing the arch-villain."

"But Club Transylvania?"

"Are you going to wear a Wolfman costume? You'd make a very sexy Wolfman. Virgil will fall in love with you all over again. He'll think you're one of his pack."

He was pretty sure his headache was returning. "Damn it, Laci. You have to stop spending so much time with Victor. I'm not sure I could handle it if you went over to the dark side, too."

"Interesting comment coming from the Prince of Darkness."

Donovan groaned. "Please let's change the subject. How are you?"

She leaned over to kiss him. "I'm fine, but it sounds like you had a rough day."

"I was just asking Victor a question. Just one question. Not even a big one and suddenly we're talking about robotic bats." He sighed. "I thought we were changing the subject. Done any shopping lately?" he asked hopefully. "Anything you need to get? Anything you want?"

"No, I don't think so. Virgil needs some food and Matthew could probably use more diapers but Victor handles that. Why? Did you need something?" she asked.

"No. As long as we have plenty of diapers and moose chow, I'm good."

"Donovan, are you trying to hint about our upcoming anniversary?

He did his best to sound surprised. "Do we have an anniversary coming up? Already? Seems like we just had one. Time sure flies doesn't it. Anything I should be thinking about, anniversary-wise?"

"The only thing you need to think about, anniversary-wise, is that I love you."

"I love you, too, but I meant gift wise. There must be something you want."

She smiled at him. "I know I don't make it easy at gift giving times but I truly have everything I've ever wanted. How about some sunflowers? They've been my favorite for as long as I can remember. I'd love some sunflowers."

"Sunflowers? Sure. I can do sunflowers. Sunflowers are good."

"You know, we have some time before Victor gets back. Is it possible I might be able to interest you in a pre-anniversary 'insta-fuck'?"

"'Insta-fuck'? Sure. I can do an 'insta-fuck'. 'Insta-fucks' are good."

"Since you're so agreeable, how about a 'super-colossal-mega-fuck'?"

He looked at her with suspicion. "Are you pregnant again? I thought we agreed on just having Matt? I mean it's fine if you are, it's just that I want to start building my stamina for when your hormones kick in. I'm not sure I can handle the next few months of your hormones without any training."

"As far as I know, I'm not pregnant, however, my usual hormones kick in every time I see you, so maybe we should start a new training regimen for you right now."

Donovan grimaced slightly. "Sure. I can do an 'insta-fuck'. 'Insta-fucks are good."

A few hours and two 'super-colossal-mega-fucks' later, a tired Donovan was sitting quietly with Matthew and no closer to figuring out what to do for his anniversary.

"Well Matt, I don't know which is more exhausting, an afternoon with your mom or a conversation with Victor." He thought for a moment. "I guess I'll vote for Victor. Talking to him gives me a headache. Spending the afternoon...discussing fireplaces with your mom is a lot more fun. Good exercise too. Not to mention increased levels of endorphins. I've heard that a lot of really good sex increases longevity. At the rate we're going, I'm going to live until at least 300! That has its good points and its bad points. It means a lot more...fireplace conferences but also a lot more anniversaries."

Matthew gurgled in response.

"I know what you mean. Well, Victor was no help. No surprise there. Virgil number one stared with his usual malice. Stupid unicorn hates me. Why? Just because I get to snuggle with her now? Maybe I'm a better snuggler. And it's not my fault I have a better name. Virgil. I wasn't the one who named him, you know. That was her idea but does he blame her? No. I'm the one who gets the beady eyed stare."

Matthew seemed to be making appropriately sympathetic sounds.

"Thank you. At least someone understands. Virgil number two wasn't much better. Why the hell did she want to name him Virgil? Should have named him something like Moos-topher. Or Moos-tastic. What's so great about the name Virgil? Damn good thing she liked the name Matthew so she didn't name you Virgil, that's all I can say. Virgil. Stupid name for a unicorn and a dog. Hate that name."

Matthew watched with interest when Donovan shook his head.

"I still don't know what to do for our anniversary. I've been thinking about it for weeks. I keep listening, hoping she'll drop a little hint, but I got nothing. Let me tell you Matt, when you get older and have a wife of your own, you're probably going to have this same problem. A word of advice. Do not ask Victor. He wants to open Club Transylvania. How does his mind work? There are at least a million reasons why that's a terrible idea. Besides, I was asking about something for your mom, not about some club with bats. I have to think of something for our anniversary."

"Gurgle."

"I know, and don't get me wrong. I'm glad she's happy. I'm pretty sure she makes you happy and I know she makes me happy so I want her to be happy. It's kind of interesting when you suddenly realize that someone else's happiness is more important than your own. I think she figured that out a long time ago. It took me awhile longer, probably because I wasn't ever expecting it. When I saw her that very first time, I never would have believed I'd be married to her although I never believed I'd be married at all. I guess I got really lucky. She's pretty damn wonderful but she's also the most uncomplicated complicated person I've ever known. Good thing I'm going to live until I'm 300. At least then I might have a chance of figuring her out."

Matthew appeared to be disagreeing.

"Yeah. You're probably right. Going to take a lot more than 300 years to figure her out. So, what do you think? Sunflowers? Hell, I could have somebody come in and plant sunflowers all over the damn place and she'd love it but it's not special enough. Last year she gave me the picture of the peanut which turned into you and that was pretty special. And remember how I told you about the ring in the pizza box? That was special. I need peanut and pizza box special." He looked down. "Victor said I should ask you. He says you're a genius. Okay genius. Now's your chance. Got any bright ideas?"

He could swear Matthew was actually thinking.

"See what I mean? Not so easy is it? Nothing seems right. There has to be something she wants."

Matthew erupted in a loud cacophony of burbles and spurtles and gurgles and a few ferocious kicks.

Donovan looked at him with a slightly perplexed frown. "Say that again."

Another even louder eruption.

"That could work. I mean she's never actually asked for it but it could work. I wonder how she'd feel about it. Do you think she'd like it? Is she telling you stuff she's not telling me?" he asked suspiciously.

He could swear Matthew was frowning at him.

"Okay. Sorry, but it's a good idea. In fact, it's a great idea. It's going to take a lot of work and there isn't much time, but I know a few people who can help me. I think she'd like it and I'm pretty sure it would make her happy. Okay! I'm going to give it a shot. This is just between us. Virgil hates me. He'd sell me out in a minute. Dog-moose is a little more loyal but he could probably be persuaded with a barrel of moose chow. And not a word to Victor. He can't keep a secret for anything and he'd probably spill everything he knows for a serving of moose chow, too. Hey! You really are a fucking genius. Sorry for the bad words. I'm still working on that, but you really are a fucking genius. Maybe you can talk some sense into Victor. Start by telling him Club Transylvania is a really bad idea. He listens to you."

Chapter 4 Friendship

The idea was taking more time and preparation than he anticipated but Donovan was determined. Luckily he knew all the right people to contact for assistance. He called every one of them but he truly did need the help. This was big and it had to be right. He just hoped it would be ready in time.

He was on the phone constantly, checking, questioning, waiting for information, all the while keeping one eye on the calendar that was cheerfully waving and pointing to the rapidly approaching date. What if it didn't go as he was hoping it would? What if he never found exactly what he was looking for? What if it didn't all come together? In truth, he had a backup gift, just in case, but that was only as a last resort. His plan had to work. It had to be perfect.

The hardest part was keeping it from Laci especially since there were times when he swore she knew him better than he knew himself. He had the feeling she knew he was up to something but he truly wanted to surprise her. He was doing his best to keep the secret just in case things did not go as planned, because he also didn't want to see her disappointment.

He pushed the thought of disappointment from his mind refusing to accept it as a possibility. No, to both failure and disappointment! This was going to be great and she was going to love it. It was probably the last thing she would ever expect him to do and he could hardly wait to see the look on her face.

The look on Victor's face was also giving Donovan supreme enjoyment. Victor knew Donovan was doing something major and had been snooping relentlessly, but for once, Donovan wasn't giving him a single clue.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Victor, but this was something Donovan wanted to do completely on his own, plus he was enjoying being able to gloat about Victor's curiosity. Victor always seemed to be one step ahead of him so it was fun to turn the tables for once. Served him right for all the Daddy-bug comments. And the Club Transylvania idea. And the endless hours of annoyance.

Victor wandered into the office. It was about the fiftieth wandering of the day. Virgil number two had just taken his usual place in the corner and was staring his adoring stare which probably meant Matthew and Jeremy were napping. Donovan looked up from his desk. "Something on your mind, Victor?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Whacha doin'?"

"It's called working. It gives me great satisfaction. You might want to consider trying it yourself one of these days."

"Are you saying I don't work?" Victor sounded insulted.

"Not at all. You take great care of Matthew and Jeremy but I seem to recall seeing you spending most of the morning lying on the floor with the boys, entertaining them by wearing bunny ears. Let's be honest Victor. There's work and then there's work."

"Noodle-bug and Doodle-bug liked it and I'd rather stay over here than over at my place. Marian insisted on bringing her housekeeper with her when we moved in. Nothing for me to do over there and the Wicked Witch of the peach state is kinda like my Virgil."

"Sorry, Victor. I feel your pain."

"Thanks. Damn good thing she only works days or I'd be snuggling up with you and Laci at night. She's scary. Probably the reason behind the Club Transylvania dream. In spite of what you might think, I only eat good things before bedtime."

Donovan grimaced. "Victor, I really don't want to talk about or think about what you might be eating at night. Did you want something or is your sole purpose for coming in here to annoy me?"

"You've been busy with something for the last few days and it doesn't seem work related. Even bunny ear work related. Is it your anniversary gift for Laci? What the hell are you planning?"

"Yes, it's my gift and it's also none of your business." When Victor looked as if he was going to protest, Donovan continued, "Victor, aside from the fact that you can't keep a secret to save your life, this is something I want to do on my own. I do have a few people helping but that's mostly to bring everything together. No one really knows what I have in mind and I'd prefer to keep it that way just in case I can't find everything I need. I want to surprise her but if I can't pull it all together, I also don't want to disappoint her and why the hell are you staring at me like that. It's bad enough I can't walk into the bedroom without that damned unicorn giving me the evil eye, but I've also got the dog-moose sitting there in the corner watching me all the time and now you're staring. Isn't there anything else even slightly entertaining in this house for all of you to watch?"

"You're pretty entertaining Donovan, especially when I think back to how unentertaining you used to be." Victor shook his head almost in disbelief. "The day I started working for you I thought you were the emptiest person I'd ever met. It wasn't like you didn't have feelings, it was more like you didn't know you had them."

Donovan shrugged. "Maybe I didn't."

"Working for you suited me. You were solitary. I was a loner. You needed someone to do all the things I knew how to do. I wasn't so much expecting the sex slave thing, but I got used to it. Used to wonder what would become of us. Thought our future was destined to be two lonely, doddering old men, you holding a riding crop and me reminding you why you were holding it and what you used it for."

"Donovan had to smile. "There's a picture."

Victor was smiling back. "Yeah. Marian's filled in a lot of how it was when both of you were younger. I think we grew up very much the same except my family didn't have more money than they could count. I grew up a whole lot more self-reliant but I still don't give a damn about connecting with any of them. Don't even know if any of them are still alive. Funny how you and Marian pretty much feel the same way about whatever family you've got left. Always surprised me about Laci's parents. Can't believe she deserved to be ignored. Seems like she'd be the kinda kid most parents would love to have around. Can't help but make you wonder about people."

"I would have to agree, especially now because of Matt but one of the things I admire the most about her is that she never let it hold her back. She doesn't talk about it very much but she did tell me she spent a long time blaming herself, wondering what she did wrong, why they did what they did. If I thought for even one minute she wanted them in her life, I swear I'd hunt them down and force them to answer to her but she seems to have accepted it and put it behind her. I don't doubt she is truly happy with her life and if she's content, so am I."

"And you did that for her Donovan. Hell, you did that for all of us. I can't imagine my life without Marian and Jeremy. The only thing more shocking than you being a dad is me being a dad. Remember that day Marian told me she'd changed her mind about the adoption and we were getting him?"

"Yes, Victor. As I recall you were stunned into silence. That doesn't happen too often. It was a nice break from the usual mayhem surrounding you."

"I remember when you started to realize you were falling for Laci. I knew there was something different with you that first night. I really knew when I was taking care of her on Kalake and you thought I was fucking her. Damn, you were so mad you were ready to kill me and I mean really kill me, not just the usual empty threat killing me. Me and Marian talked about it all the time. Used to wonder how long it was going to take you to figure it out."

"And if you were so insightful, why didn't you tell me?"

"Doubt you would've believed what I said. You know, Donovan, sometimes you have to figure things out on your own for them to mean anything."

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but you are very wise, my friend. It's a little hard to understand how the same mind that can make a profound assessment like that also thought up Club Transylvania."

"Yeah. We have a strange little family here but it works for us. Hey, Donovan, you haven't talked much about training lately. You're not giving it up are you?"

"Not completely. I've thought a lot about it and right now I want to be here with Matthew. There are a few clients I like working with but now I feel like I can pick and choose what I do and when I do it. Funny to think about but now I feel like I can train because I want to and not because I need to."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 05



"Damn, Laci really has been good for you, hasn't she?"

"I suppose that's true, and it kills me to say it, but I have to give you some of the credit. I'm doing quite a few things I never thought I would be doing."

Victor chuckled. "You're a good dad, Donovan. A good dad, a good husband, and a good friend. Always knew you had it in you."

"Maybe in the future, you can make things easier and share some of that information."

"Hell no. Way more fun my way. Watching you trying to figure out what the hell is going on around you and how to catch up with it, is great. So whatcha planning for Laci?"

"Victor, I'm not telling you. I really want to do this on my own and I want to be absolutely certain Laci doesn't find out about it."

"Okay, but if you need help with anything all you have to do is ask. And Donovan...it better be good or I'll kick your ass all the way to the ranch."

Donovan had to smile at his friend's loyalty. "Understood. Did we just have a normal conversation?"

"I guess we did, Daddy-bug, but don't get used to it. I like to throw one in sometimes just to keep you off balance. The other way, when I make your eyes bug out, is so much better."

Chapter 5 One Word

Donovan hung up the phone and breathed a huge sigh of relief. What a day! What an unbelievable day! What a fucking, damned to hell and back day!!

It started early that morning with a phone call giving him the worst possible news he could have imagined. He was positive every one of his anniversary plans was going up in smoke and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. He was shocked to discover one of the major components would never be available. Another was not anywhere to be found. What the hell was he going to do?

Tomorrow was the day and nothing was going as he had hoped. He was furious. Furious at every single one of the incompetent people working for him who hadn't done their job. Furious at himself for not thinking of it earlier. Furious at the entire fucking world.

He spent the morning pacing and ranting and cursing and pacing again. Why hadn't it worked? Why the fucking hell hadn't it worked? He was tempted to head upstairs and kick Virgil the First all over Georgia. Stupid unicorn hated him anyway. Might as well give him a damned good reason to be hateful.

Thank goodness he hadn't told Laci. She would have been wonderful and understanding, telling him how much it meant to her that he'd even tried. And she would have been disappointed. At least she wasn't going to be disappointed. He was fucking disappointed enough for both of them anyway.

Now what? There hadn't been a plan 'B'. He had been counting too hard on plan 'A'. Maybe there should be another plan. Did he need another plan? The first plan was perfect. It just hadn't worked. It had all blown apart. Damn! What was he going to do?

It was a complete disaster. And he had been so sure. Now what should he do? Should he keep trying? Even if it hadn't worked out for this anniversary there would be another one next year. He didn't want to wait a year. There was always her birthday. Hell! He didn't need an occasion. He could fucking well give his wife a gift any damned time he wanted to.

Maybe he was being unreasonable. He hadn't really allowed much time and there were multiple considerations, but it should have worked. Why the hell hadn't it worked?

Maybe it was a sign. Maybe the powers of the universe were telling him to stick with the things he knew and not to try doing things for himself. Maybe he shouldn't try to change things and just leave them as they were. Maybe he should hire more people to help. Maybe he should confide in Victor. Maybe he should just bang his head into the wall for about an hour and see if he came to his senses.

Should he call everyone and tell them not to bother? Should he keep trying? Should he fire everyone he had hired and hire new people? Maybe he should stick to simple gifts and not always try to control everything. Maybe the plan had been too ambitious.

What the hell was he saying? He did control better than anyone and he wasn't giving up. Not yet. There was still time. True it was a long shot, but it could still work out. There was still a chance.

If it didn't, there wasn't much he could do about it but he sure as hell wasn't going to give up that easily. There had to be a way. Somehow, someway, he had to figure it out. He dealt with multi-million dollar companies every single day and this was no different. It should actually be easier, so what was he going to do? How the hell was he going to make this work?

And then his phone rang.

When he heard what the caller on the other end had to say, Donovan started shaking. He scribbled down the phone number he received from the caller and was still shaking as he dialed.

The call took a long time but it went better than he expected or dared to hope. He was almost a little stunned by what he was told. It wasn't at all what he expected. True, it wasn't what he had originally planned, but under the circumstances this was almost perfect. Laci was going to get her gift.

He'd done it. Somehow, he'd done it. His anniversary was tomorrow and he'd done it. He glanced at the calendar and had to smile at the standing ovation he was receiving. Fucking Damn! HE DID IT!!

There were still a few things to take care of but they were minor, almost incidental. They were easily handled and wouldn't take long. He grabbed his phone and made the necessary calls. Then he leaned back in his chair and breathed his sigh of relief. It was going to be great.

"Hey!" The soft sound caught his attention and he looked over to see Laci standing in the doorway.

"HEY!" This time he was the first one across the room, grabbing her in his arms and kissing her until she was almost breathless.

When she could finally talk she smiled up at him. "Well, as usual Victor doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. He said you were in here ranting and completely upset about something but you certainly seem to have recovered. Is everything okay?"

"Everything is great!" He was leering at her gleefully. "And where is Victor?"

"He's outside in the garden with Matthew and Jeremy."

"Good." He reached behind her to close and lock the office door.

"Donovan, what...?

"Shh." He held his finger to her lips. "You are not allowed to say one word," he said in his best Dominant voice. "If you say one word I am going to have to start all over again. Do not say one word. Do you understand?"

Her blue eyes wide, Laci nodded.

She looked as beautiful as ever. Standing in front of her, he was already untying the belt around the waist of her dress. It was easy to nuzzle her neck and unzip the dress at the same time. Even easier to slide it off her shoulders and let it pool at her feet on the floor.

He walked behind her and unhooked the hooks of her blue satin bra, letting it fall to join her dress on the floor. He might not know how to operate most of the appliances in their kitchen, but he was an expert on bra hooks. Somehow it seemed like a much more useful skill than using a juicer, anyway.

He reached around her, cupping her breasts, using his thumbs to gently stroke her nipples to hardness. She was leaning back, rubbing against his chest, gasping soft little gasps.

"Shh," he reminded her. "Do not say one word."

He was still holding the belt from her dress as he pulled her arms behind her back and tied them at the wrists. She was peering over her shoulder, her eyes darkening like stars in the midnight sky.

"Shh," he said again. He lifted her to the top of his desk, settling her on the edge in front of his chair. Sitting down he gazed at her. Her tied wrists pulled her arms back, causing her breasts to thrust forward. Wearing only her sunshine smile, silky blue panties and a pair of her amazing shoes she looked incredible. When the hell didn't she look incredible?

He had been hard since the instant he saw her standing in the doorway and somehow he seemed to be getting even harder. How was it that she always had this effect on him? Just thinking about her started the stirrings but hearing her voice or seeing her and he was under her spell, losing every bit of control.

"Do not say one word," he told her. "I had a truly horrible morning. I've been working on something and I thought it had fallen completely apart, but somehow it all came together. I think I deserve a reward for my efforts. Do you agree?"

Her eyes wide and luminous, again she nodded staying silent as he had requested. He smiled at her and she glowed back in response.

He pulled her hips forward so that she was at the very edge of the desk and then pulled her panties over her ass, down her legs and past those damned shoes. Those shoes. She did shoes better than anyone. What was it about her and her shoes? Laci on her own was potent and compelling enough, but with those shoes she was downright lethal. Damn!

He was kissing her, invading her mouth, nibbling her lips, then moved lower to caress the side of her neck. He loved the way she smelled. How could she look and smell like innocence, yet be pure sin wearing nothing but a pair of shoes? He'd have to ask her one of these days. She seemed to possess quite a bit of knowledge he could find both helpful and enlightening. She possessed a lot of things.

He moved lower, licking and suckling her nipples as he listened to her soft moans and deep breaths. She was balanced at the edge of the desk as he pushed her legs apart, kissing and licking lower and lower, finally finding her best part.

Her hair streaming behind her, back arched as she balanced on her still tied hands, she was making all kinds of wonderful little sounds as he moved lower still. She tasted like sunshine, sweet and sexy sunshine. How the hell could anyone taste like the sun? It wasn't a question he could answer, but he wasn't sure he needed to know. One of these days he'd have to remember to ask her that, too. She'd know. She pretty much knew everything. She was a higher power. She sure had power over him.

He clutched her hips pulling her just a little closer. Another fraction of an inch and she'd be in his lap. No problem there. Win-win as far as he was concerned. His tongue brushed along her velvety folds seeking the nub that would drive her over the edge. His tongue was quite agile even if he never had managed to make that flickering thing work like she did. She was a flickering artist.

Just thinking about her flickering tongue was making him crazy. How exactly was that working? Was it even possible for him to be crazy while thinking about what she did to him while he was doing it to her? How was she making him think that? Had she mastered mind control, too? He'd have to ask her. Was she some kind of damned dominantly submissive savant visionary? And she made the best sounds. Was it a moan or a hum or a purr? Fuck! Who cares? She sounded so damned sexy. His head was spinning just listening to her.

He'd been in control this time. Or maybe not. Sometimes it was hard to tell. All he knew was that he had done what he set out to do, and she was coming right in front of his eyes. Fantastic! There was a time when all that mattered was his satisfaction but now making her happy was more important. Maybe he was a damned Dominant savant visionary too. He'd add that to the list of things to ask her.

Unbelievable. Fucking Unbelievable. Even when he had taken both control and tying privileges, she still had him mesmerized. Damn good thing he was going to live until he was 300 years old. 300 years of sex with Laci. Those people who had done the longevity study probably hadn't taken her into consideration. She was going to kill him with sex while making him live longer. How the hell was that going to work? He'd ask her but who really gave a damn how it worked? All he knew was that he liked it! A lot!!!

He did so like Miss Laci Grace. He did so like her everyplace.

While on his desk or in their bed, she made him happy when they wed.

For once she came upon the scene his life had ceased to be serene.

Oh yes! He liked her here and there. He really liked her everywhere!

It felt like his breathing was returning to normal. He wasn't quite sure how it happened but he was still sitting in his chair and she was snuggled on his lap. He reached behind her to untie her wrists and her arms were immediately around his neck pulling him closer for another kiss which he happily returned.

Her usual sunbeams were bouncing all over the room, although a few of them might have been his. What a fucking, damned to hell and back day!!

And he had to admit it. That ride back from hell had been really good. He wasn't exactly sure who had been driving but nothing new there. He'd put it on the list of questions he was going to ask her one of these days. It was going to be a pretty long list.

Her blue eyes gazed up at him as he smiled down at her. "That was a perfect way to celebrate my day. Victor was right. Not too long ago I was in here positive nothing good was going to come of this day. Maybe I have better people working for me than I thought. Maybe all the powers of fate and the universe decided to make things work. Maybe you're my lucky charm. I really don't give a damn. All that matters is it worked and it worked in the best possible way."

She continued smiling at him, without saying anything.

"Interesting how things happen sometimes. I really thought I was going to have to start all the way back at the beginning. Wasn't sure it would ever come together but it sure as hell did. Thank you for being a part of my celebration."

She smiled, staying silent.

He looked puzzled for a moment before he remembered. He told her not to say anything. And like the good little non-submissive that she was, she was suddenly fulfilling his request? That was unexpected. Hmm... What was she up to now? "You may speak if you wish," he told her, commandingly.

She had that look in her eyes when she spoke. "One word," she told him.

He was confused. "Excuse me? What does that mean? One word? What word?"

"Donovan, you said if I said 'one word' you were going to have to start all over again. So I'm saying it. One word."

Ohh! One word. Right. No reason for confusion. Made perfect sense.

Damn! He was going to be the luckiest 300 year old guy with a lot of questions in the entire world!!

What was he supposed to be asking her again? He'd have to start writing things down. A little later.

Chapter 6 When Dominants Come Bearing Gifts

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Laci sounded almost distraught. "I told Marian I was taking today off for our anniversary. I can't imagine what her emergency is. I hope everything is all right. Are you sure you don't mind if I have to work today?"

Donovan pulled her into his arms. "I'm absolutely sure and I'm also sure Marian is fine." He didn't let on that he knew more than he was saying. "My cousin overreacts sometimes and I'm sure it's nothing serious. Maybe she wanted to run off and escape from Victor for the day. I've had many emergency reactions like that. Besides, there are a couple of things I need to take care of so I can do them today and then we can both have the next two days to celebrate. That's what she said right? If you work today, you get the next two off."

Her sunbeams were starting to come back. "That's exactly what she said and I'm holding her to it. You can be my witness."

"I'll do better than that. If she tries to make you work tomorrow, I will personally come get you and carry you back here. Meanwhile, I will let you finish getting ready to go do whatever it is you need to do for my slave-driving cousin and I will get my day started. The sooner I get finished the quicker I can get back here." He kissed her thoroughly. "Happy Anniversary."

She was definitely much happier after her kiss. "Happy Anniversary. See you later. "

Maybe there had been a little stretching of the truth. One of the calls he had made the day before had been to Marian. He hadn't given her all the details but she agreed to make sure Laci was going to be busy most of the day. He had quite a bit to do before that evening. First stop was checking in with Victor.

Once he found him, Donovan almost wished he hadn't. Virgil the dog-moose was standing guard at the gang plank while Victor, wearing a pirate hat, was entertaining Matthew and Jeremy. He could almost swear the babies were watching their babysitter with astonishment and suspicion but at least he wasn't wearing a Dracula cape. Thank goodness for small favors.

"Ahoy, Captain Donovan. Come join us for some grog and we'll tell ye why our Roger is so jolly."

"Damn it Victor. They're both going to grow up needing psychological counseling if you continue like this. Is there any chance you can haul your keel around and take care of a few things for me today?"

"Aye-Aye Captain. The maiden Marian told me ye had a plan for the lovely Laci." He turned back to the babies. "Let me tell ye lads, your moms have some of the finest treasure chests and pirate bootys I've ever seen on this ship. They be responsible for many a shivering timber. Ain't that right , Captain? Arrr!"

"And all those years I was training sex slaves. What was I thinking? That's where I made my mistake," Donovan told him. "I should have been training you. Victor, I don't mean to interrupt your cruise on the seven seas but in about an hour some people will be arriving to plant sunflowers along the front walkway. They'll also be delivering a couple of vases with sunflowers. Can you tear yourself away from the helm long enough to make sure the flower vases are placed in appropriate locations?"

"Aye, Captain Donovan. And where be ye going this fine morning?"

Donovan shook his head in frustration. "I'm going to get the rest of Laci's gift. I'll be gone most of the day but I'll be back in plenty of time for dinner. You and Marian are still joining us, right?"

"Aye, Captain. Me, maiden Marian and the little buccaneers will all be boarding the schooner this evening. Still not sayin' what plans ye might be planning?"

"No Victor. You're going to have to remain curious a while longer. I believe it was Walt Disney who said 'Curiosity always leads us down new paths'. I shudder to think what he would have said if he'd wandered down your path."

"Avast! Ye be taking the lovely Laci to Disneyland?" He looked at the babies. "Hear that, me hearties. They have a real beauty of a pirate ride at that place. Arrr!"

Donovan looked at him with a pained expression. "No, Victor. We're not going to Disneyland, but when we do I'll make sure you come along. I'm sure Goofy will enjoy meeting one of his tribe. I have a lot to do so I'm going to hoist the colors and go do it. Are you sure you can manage everything around here?"

"Aye. And ye may lay to that, Captain."

"Ah. Good. I think. I hope. I'll see you later. Umm...as you were."

"Aye-Aye, Captain."

Donovan continued shaking his head in disbelief. Wasn't it just a couple of days ago when he'd had a mostly normal conversation with Victor? He'd certainly know exactly who to blame if Matthew and Jeremy grew up wanting to pillage and plunder. No question of that. He could almost see the future. A few years from now and they'd all be wanting to walk the plank. Pretty sad state of affairs when the most sensible one in the room was First Mate Virgil, the dog-moose.

First it was Club Transylvania and now this. What the hell did Marian see in Blackbeard? Did they role play, too? Was that where he'd picked up the pirate lingo? Another headache was rapidly coming on.

It was probably only a matter of time until Victor would want to open a BDSM club with a pirate theme. The submissives could be the wenches and he'd want flying robotic parrots. Vampires and pirates. And bunny ears. A staring unicorn and a devoted dog-moose. There weren't enough aspirin in the world.




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Thank goodness he had more important things to deal with. Donovan was headed to the airport. It was only about a two hour flight but he wanted to leave plenty of time to get there and back with Laci's gift. He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. It had to be perfect.

At the office, Marian waited until she saw Laci pull into her parking space before she headed out the back door. She and Victor had been speculating for days about Donovan's plans and about how secretive he was being. She was surprised when he called yesterday afternoon to ask for her help but she'd do just about anything for her cousin. Now rather than answer any questions, she was going to disappear and drive around for a few minutes until Laci took off on her proverbial wild goose chase, designed solely to get her out of the house and office, keeping her distracted and busy.

Marian and Donovan had always been on a different wavelength from the rest of their family members but they understood each other and had over the years become great friends and much more than cousins.

She was grateful to Donovan for so many things, among them introducing her to Laci. Five minutes after meeting Laci, Marian knew she had found someone who was reliable, hardworking, and someone she could trust. She also could see that Donovan was besotted with Laci even if the big dope couldn't see it for himself. Without even trying Laci had gotten the better of him. And made him a better person.

Marian had never understood the Master Donovan part of her cousin. True he had always craved a certain amount of control but training sex slaves? How the hell had he fallen into that profession? It didn't really matter to Marian. No matter what he did, he'd always be Cousin Donny, still it was wonderful to see how much he'd evolved and how happy he was.

Donovan would always be fastidious, persnickety, and a little too proper and uptight but she could count on him for almost anything. It warmed her heart to see how devoted he was to both Laci and Matthew. It was almost unbelievable to imagine: Master Donovan Corbett, changing diapers, sitting on the floor playing with his infant son and beaming with pride. Never in a billion years had she ever expected to see that.

Of course, never in two billion had she expected to be happily married with a son of her own. More than anything, Marian was grateful to Donovan for bringing Victor and Jeremy into her life.

Victor was definitely unusual but he was also the most secure man she had ever known. She had never met anyone quite like him. He was good looking, smart, interesting, dependable, could do anything, and like a chameleon he could fit in almost anywhere. Marian found him intriguing from their first meeting. She was thrilled when he admitted to being equally intrigued by her. He liked that she was forthright, strong and confident. He wasn't even slightly intimidated by her maybe because he was equally forthright, strong and confident.

She was also fascinated by his relationship with Donovan. Somehow the two seemed to understand each other. She had never known Donovan to have any real friends and the two were about as opposite as opposites could be, yet neither she nor Laci could imagine one without the other. One of Victor's greatest joys was annoying the very properly persnickety Mr. Corbett. One of Donovan's greatest joys was trying to annoy Victor right back. It was almost like having two very adult children and two infants.

Her thoughts about Victor and Jeremy made her happy all over. Marian had never really expected to settle down with one man and have a family. Her work meant everything and kept her going in ten different directions all at the same time and she loved it. Meeting Victor had changed everything. She could be strong and tough with Victor, but she could also show her loving and feminine side. He judged nothing and loved everything about her. He didn't care if she ran in ten different directions, as long as one of those directions led to him.

She wasn't surprised when Victor proposed but she was astonished when he suggested they adopt a baby. She agreed reluctantly. She had no time for a baby. She barely had time to do all she did in a day. It was hard not to miss Victor's disappointment when she told him she'd changed her mind but he was completely understanding and supportive about her feelings. Almost immediately she started having second thoughts about her second thoughts.

It was also hard not to miss his excitement when Donovan announced Laci was pregnant. Tough guy Victor who was strong and fearless became like a kid on Christmas morning immediately offering to help care for the baby. How did Victor know about caring for a newborn? How did she? Suddenly it didn't matter. All she knew was with a single look at Victor and Matthew, her second thoughts became much more like mommy thoughts.

She would never forget the morning she told him the news about getting Jeremy. Big, strong, dependable Victor looked like he was going to cry and was actually silent for quite some time. An unusual occurrence. Just ask Donovan. The day they brought Jeremy home, Victor sat by the crib for hours watching his son sleep and Marian watched him watching Jeremy, knowing her second thoughts were the right thoughts. Victor was silent again. A very, very unusual occurrence.

Knowing that Matthew and Jeremy were growing up together made things even better and Marian hoped they would always be as close as she and Donovan were. It would probably help always having Donovan as the father figure and Victor as their over-grown playmate but she knew their two little boys were going to have a wonderful childhood filled with many memories of magic and fun.

She and Victor were going to have many memories of magic and fun, as well. Where the hell had he gotten that pirate hat? She'd have to ask him. Next date night. For sure.

Victor was feeling a little like the command center. He had no idea what he was commanding but he knew that Donovan had returned from his secret mission and was on the way back to the house. No matter how hard Victor had tried, this was one secret Donovan wasn't telling. What was he doing?

Marian was on her way as well. She had just called from next door and she was putting the finishing touches on herself and Jeremy while Victor was putting the finishing touches on dinner. Like Victor she was perplexed and curious about the gift Donovan was giving Laci. What was Donovan planning?

Laci had spent a very long day driving from place to place, with a huge list of things to do, doing all sorts of things that didn't need to be done. It hadn't taken her long to figure out she was intentionally being kept busy and she didn't mind one bit.

She knew Donovan was planning something but he was being unusually secretive about whatever it was and even though she could often figure out what he was up to, this time she was clueless.

She supposed she should make it easy on her husband and start giving him a few gift hints for different occasions, although she wasn't at all sure what she would put on the list. She truly did have everything she ever wanted.

She had learned a long time ago what was really important and Donovan had already given her all that and more. The beginning of their relationship was hardly conventional but what it had become mattered so much more than any material gift ever would.

There wasn't a day that went by when she didn't think of Kalake and that night on the beach. In some ways it seemed like so long ago and in other ways like it had just happened. She doubted he had ever sat on the sand before but he did it that night and he did it for her.

The solemn, sophisticated, erudite and always tidy Donovan Corbett sat on the sand and babbled about a boy unicorn with a magical golden horn. She really did think the events of the previous few days had taken their toll and he was on the verge of a breakdown until she realized he was babbling for her.

Donovan didn't really owe her a single thing in the entire world but he made sure she was settled in a new job and that she had a place to live. Victor had told her how often Donovan moved from place to place, never settling in any one of his many houses long enough to make it a home. His wandering days came to an end when he settled in Georgia where she wanted to be. He had finally found a home and he found it with her.

Not once had she ever demanded or expected him to relinquish one bit of the control that ruled his life. Giving her tying privileges and his trust had been a huge step for him, but that was a choice he had to make on his own and he had made it for her.

They had been together for such a short time and yet there were countless things and countless ways he had shown her how much he cared. There were all the little things like eating pineapple pizza and sometimes reluctantly agreeing to wear jeans. There were the huge things like the love and care he gave to Matthew. And every single one of those things were things he did for her.

What else could she possibly want?

Laci had finished her busy day and arrived back at their home.

Her smile was beaming when she was greeted with a front walkway lined on both sides with sunflowers, at least a hundred of them, like golden beacons lighting her way. Of course there were. She had asked for sunflowers so she had sunflowers.

When she walked through the front door, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

There weren't just sunflowers.

There were SUNFLOWERS!!

EVERYWHERE!!

DOZENS OF THEM!!

Wherever she looked, the sun was shining. Big. Small. Light. Dark. Bright. Soft. Amber and mustard. Saffron and straw. Maize and apricot. Every single space was awash in shades of rich gold, warm orange, lemony yellow, glowing copper, and some were even pink. Pink sunflowers.

SUNFLOWERS!!

Had he purchased every sunflower in the state of Georgia? The more she looked, the more it seemed like he had purchased every sunflower in the entire country.

Marian and Jeremy arrived a few minutes later. Even though she had been warned by Victor what to expect, her eyes popped almost as much as Laci's had. She had to give him credit. When Cousin Donny did something, he really did it.

Victor came out of the kitchen to greet his family and to tell Laci he had run out of places downstairs and had put several vases upstairs in the master bedroom. He also said Donovan had just called and was on his way home. She couldn't wait to see him.

Marian and Victor settled side by side on the sofa. Laci was sitting on the floor playing with Matthew and Jeremy and laughing at their surprised gazes as they took in the sudden and massive amount of color in the room. They certainly seemed to be burbling and gurgling their approval.

It wasn't long before Laci heard Donovan's car drive up. She picked Matthew up from his blanket and went to greet her husband.

When Donovan walked through the front door, Laci's mouth dropped open for the second time.

Donovan greeted her with a kiss and took Matthew from her arms. He stood, silently snuggling his son against his chest, kissing the top of his head and watching as Laci walked straight into the outstretched arms of her own father.

He smiled as John Grace, tears rolling down his cheeks, held his daughter and kissed the top of her head.

Chapter 7 The Man who Came to Dinner

By Donovan's estimation, the evening was going to be a little soggy but starting well. Both Marian and Victor were stunned and silent as they watched the scene in front of them. That didn't often happen.

It took several minutes before John released his hold on Laci. "John," Donovan spoke first, "this is Victor and Marian and that little guy in Victor's arms is their son Jeremy. I told you all about them on the trip back." He turned to Victor and Marian. "This is Laci's father, John Grace." The adults took a moment to acknowledge each other before Donovan turned back to John. "And this is your grandson, Matthew."

John looked a bit overwhelmed and hesitant, looking to Laci as if for permission. She smiled and nodded slightly and John reached out, taking Matthew into his arms. It was Donovan's turn to hold Laci where she stood in silence, her eyes full of tears, watching her son in her father's arms. There were also tears glistening on Marian's cheeks and Donovan was sure even Victor's eyes looked brighter than usual. Even Victor? Damn. It was shaping up to be a soggy evening.

Matthew was studying his grandfather intently and Laci still looked a little stunned.

"Victor, why don't I help you get dinner going?" Donovan asked. "We'll be back in a little while." He almost grabbed Victor and yanked him out of the room, heading toward the kitchen.

Victor stood in the middle of the kitchen watching Donovan with suspicion. "You're going to help with dinner? You? First you have to figure out which one is the oven. I'll give you a hint. It's not the big thing with the ice-maker."

"Victor, shut up. Please."

"Look, Donovan, why don't I get dinner on the table than Marian and I can take off and leave you alone with Laci and her dad."

"NO! I want you to stay."

"Why? Now what's going on? C'mon, Donovan. Was bringing Laci's father here her gift? Was there a problem? Didn't he want to come? Is that why you're hiding in here? Is that why you want us to stay?"

"Is there ever a time when you can just do what I ask without questions," Donovan wanted to know.

Victor thought for a moment. "No. What's going on?"

"Victor, it's a long story and I'll tell you the whole thing tomorrow but the fact is I didn't have to persuade John to come here. He's been looking for Laci and was thrilled when I found him, but on the way back it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't taking Laci's feelings into consideration. Maybe I shouldn't have just sprung it on her. What if she wasn't ready to see him?"

Donovan's concern made Victor smile. "Were you in the same room? Did you see what I saw? Sure, Donovan, she was surprised. Hell, even I was shocked and considering everything I've been through with you shocking me is pretty hard. She didn't hesitate when she saw him. She went straight to him. She was absolutely ready and you gave her a pretty remarkable gift. Look, you can 'help' get dinner on the table then Marian and I will get going so you can join in the reunion."

"No. I really want you to stay. For one thing, you're family and don't look at me like that. I've been wanting to slug you for a long time. Keep looking at me like that and this might just be the night. You know damn well I consider you family. Grudgingly, but I do."

"So, what else is on your mind?"

"Just in case Laci isn't as pleased as we think she is and is still in shock and just in case she decides to take one of her whips to me, I figured if you were here, you could help talk her out of it."

"Good thinking, although if I thought she wasn't pleased, I'd be handing her the whip as we speak. How about if we have dinner then Marian and I can take the kids to our place so you can have time to talk without interruption? I have a feeling there's quite a bit that needs to be said."

"Okay. That sounds good. Thanks."

"And, Donovan, don't think you're going to get away with not telling me every single thing. Every word, all of it, and if you try to weasel out of telling me I'll hound you until you're even crazier than you are."

"You say that like it's an unusual occurrence."

"C'mon. You can start with opening the wine. At least you know how to do that. And Donovan..."

"What?"

Victor smiled at his friend. "A couple of vases of sunflowers??? Happy Anniversary. You did good."

Donovan smiled back. "Thanks Victor. I hope so."

A couple of hours later, Victor followed through on his promise as he and Marian bid everyone a good night and made their way to their own house with Matthew, Jeremy, and the ever vigilant ball of fluff, Virgil the dog-moose, following closely behind.

John stood looking at his daughter. "I still can't believe I'm in the same room with you. And you're all grown up and a wife and mother. I've missed out on so much but it's my own fault. I know I'm not going to forgive myself any time soon but maybe if I explain a few things you can start to forgive me."

Laci looked from her father to Donovan then back to John. "I still don't understand how all of this happened. Please tell me. I want to hear the explanation."

"Donovan called me yesterday. Apparently he had quite a number of people working to track me and your mother down. I was beyond shocked, Laci. I've been looking for you for several years but I never thought you'd be in Georgia. I never thought to tell anyone to look here."

"You've been looking for me?" It was obvious she hadn't been expecting to hear that.

John sank down into a chair. "Frankly, Laci, I don't know where to start. I'd start at the beginning but I'm not sure what the beginning is." He sighed. "I guess I should start by telling you that your mom would have been here with me right now but she passed away about a year and a half ago. It was a long time coming but she and I finally made our peace with each other a few years ago. In a way, you brought us back together. That was when I started looking for you."

"Are you okay?" Donovan was asking her.

Laci nodded. "How do you know she would have been here?" she asked her father.

"Laci, honey, I don't know how much you remember. I think you were about ten when your mom and I finally split up but things had been really bad for a very long time. I was always working, she was always resentful. When I left, I felt like it was the first time I had been able to breathe in years. I think for a while, we truly hated each other but we never hated you even though we both acted like it. If either of us could have done anything to make it difficult for the other, we did it and so often that meant making things difficult for you. We both acted very stupidly. When she and I reconnected, we still had our issues but the one thing we both agreed on was how shamefully we treated you."

"You and mom reconnected."

"We did. At a funeral, a couple of months after you graduated from college. That's when I started looking for you."

"You knew I graduated?"

"Yeah, but neither of us got the invitations in time to be there. She was out of town and got back a few days after. I had just moved and the invitation didn't catch up with me until it was too late. She told me how she left all your belongings at the old house. She said she didn't know what she was thinking except she was angry because she thought you preferred being with me. She went back the next day to look for you but you and all your things were gone. She thought you were with me and her anger and pride wouldn't allow her to call and check on you. At the same time, I thought you resented the time you were forced to spend with me so I thought you were with her. Laci, I am so ashamed to admit that it wasn't until your mom and I spoke to each other that we realized you were gone. By that time probably six or seven years had gone by and neither of us knew where you were or what you were doing. What the hell does that say about either of us as parents? I wish I could put the blame on her but I can't. I was equally neglectful. I wouldn't blame you if you threw me out right this minute. The fact that you even allowed me into your home is so much more than I deserve."

Donovan could see that John Grace was honestly distraught as he confessed his failings as a parent to his daughter. "Laci, when I spoke to your father yesterday, he told me about seeing your mother at the funeral of one of their mutual friends. When they both realized that neither knew where you were, he hired a detective to look for you. I had the people working for me check on that and John is telling the truth."




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John nodded. "All we had to go on was your graduation invitation. Our mistake was believing you were still in the same area."

"Mom really went back to the house for me?" She sounded surprised by that fact.

"She did and she was incredibly guilty when she finally realized you weren't with me all those years. Before she got sick, she used to drive all around the area where the college was hoping to catch a glimpse of you somewhere. She knew I hired a detective and she called almost every day to see if he'd found anything. It wasn't easy for him. We had virtually nothing to go on. I'm ashamed that we didn't even have a current photograph of you. Even when she got sick she insisted on driving around looking for you whenever she was able to. I was with her just a few days before she died and she made me promise not to give up until I found you. I'm glad I was able to fulfill that promise, although it was only because of Donovan that I was."

Donovan was watching Laci very closely, still not sure of her reaction to what was happening. She appeared to be accepting everything that had happened but he wasn't entirely certain. "I didn't have very much to go on either but I hired some people to help. I found out yesterday morning about your mom and then I got a call about John's location. I called him immediately."

John was also watching Laci. "Judging from the tone of his voice, I think Donovan was prepared to do battle with me if I disagreed. He's a little forceful and assertive."

Laci glanced at her husband who sat next to her silently, the complete picture of innocence. "Yes he can be a little domineering sometimes but that's one of the things I love the most about him."

"Well, he didn't get an argument from me," John told her. "I was more than willing to do anything I had to do, anything he asked of me. Donovan told me how you lived, supported yourself, finished school. I can't believe what you accomplished and it says so much about you as a person. And so much about how I failed you as your father. Laci, what do I say to you? Just saying I'm sorry doesn't seem like nearly enough."

She was quiet for several minutes. "No, but it's a start. I'm not going to accept equal responsibility because I was very young and I did feel like a pawn between you and mom. I didn't feel wanted or cared for but I could have contacted you when I got older. I just didn't believe you cared. I thought you forgot about me. Having Matthew changed my perspective about many things. Yes, you should have been there for me but what I want to know now is . . . will you be there for your grandson?"

"If you'll let me, there is nothing I want more than to be here for him and for you. I have to go back tonight because of work but I have some vacation time next month. Donovan has already extended an invitation if you agree. I'd like to come back, get to know Matthew and Donovan and get reacquainted with you. Will you allow me to do that?"

Donovan was slightly concerned when she seemed to be thinking it over. He still didn't have a clear indication of her true feelings.

"I have one condition," Laci told her father, her eyes again filled with tears. "We're a family and if you're going to be a grandpa to Matthew, you have to be one to Jeremy as well."

More tears from John as he held his daughter in his arms. Donovan was right. It had been a soggy evening and Laci had surprised him again. The next time he needed a mediator or negotiator he was going to have to remember call in the Prom Queen. She was a true Master at sealing deals.

Chapter 8 Not Every Shoe-gasm Requires Shoes

Where was Laci?

Donovan had seen John out after arranging for a car to bring him to the airport for his flight back home. He was pleased when Laci's father seemed truly grateful for Donovan's assistance and intervention in reuniting him with his daughter and was looking forward to getting to know him better when John returned the following month.

He returned to the house anxious to see her, to make certain she was all right with everything that had happened and even more anxious because he had another gift for her. Laci didn't seem to be anywhere.

Where the hell was she?

"Laci!" he called out as he walked through the first floor of the house. If Virgil had been there, he would have been of some service helping to track her but he was undoubtedly standing guard where Matthew and Jeremy were sleeping. What was the point of having a fluffy dog-moose if he wasn't around when he was needed. Virgil. Damn that was a stupid name even if he did sort of like having a dog-moose in the house. A little. Maybe he could teach him to slobber on Victor's shoes.

"Laci!" He headed up the stairs calling louder. "Laci!"

"In here."

He finally located her sitting on the floor of her closet with a shoe box on her lap. The box looked old and was tightly tied with several pieces of string. She was just sitting, staring at the box.

He sat next to her, watching silently for several minutes before asking, "What are we doing?"

"Nothing."

"Is sitting on the closet floor a requirement for doing nothing?" She looked up at him but he was still having trouble reading her feelings. Like that was something new. "I mean I don't often do nothing so I don't know the rules. And I'm not much of a floor sitter. Well, that's not true. I've become more of a floor sitter since Matt but it's not really my favorite activity. Whenever I sit on the floor Virgil joins me. He sheds. And slobbers. And stares at me. I have to admit, the name Virgil probably does suit him but it's still a stupid name. Are we done doing nothing? If I want to do nothing in the future, do I have to come in here to do it and sit on the closet floor? Actually, that might not be a bad idea. Could be kind of peaceful. As long as that damned unicorn isn't in here staring at me. He hates me. Why does everyone stare at me? Virgil. Might be fine for a dog-moose but it's still a hell of a stupid name for a unicorn. Now are we done doing nothing? Will we be done soon? No rush. Just asking."

She was tempted to let him keep babbling. Nervous babbling was one of his most special qualities. She could listen to him forever, but it was their anniversary. She'd give him a break. This time.

"I can't believe you did that. I can't believe you found my father and brought him here," she said quietly.

Uh-oh. "Was that a happy 'I can't believe you did that' or a not so happy 'I can't believe you did that'?"

Her eyes were full of tears again. "It was a how could I possibly ever love you more than I already do but for some amazing reason I do love you more than I already do 'I can't believe you did that'."

Deep cleansing breath. This was good. "Laci, when you tell me you're happy and you have everything you've ever wanted, I truly believe it. You show it to me every single day and I think you are some kind of little miracle because I know I couldn't be that way. You have never dwelled in the past, not about your parents or Frank Harding or the way I treated you that first night or anything negative that's happened to you. I, on the other hand, tend to be a dweller and it's been bothering me ever since last year when you said you spent time blaming yourself for what happened. You needed some resolution and you needed to know you were never to blame for anything."

"I can't believe you remembered that."

"Laci, in spite of the many hours I have spent with Victor, which I have no doubt have eroded many of my brain cells, yes, I remembered. Of course I remembered. I just wish I had thought of it earlier although Matt kind of helped. Looking at him, I can't imagine ever turning my back on him for any reason even though I've had no problems doing just that with the rest of my family. You and Matt are my family now. You, Matt, Marian, Jeremy, even Victor and the dog-moose. And now we have a new family member. Wait until John finds out he has to be grandpa to a dog-moose, too. Somehow I don't think he'll mind."

"What did he say when you called him?"

"I don't think he believed me at first and I was prepared to show up at his office and tell him exactly what I thought of him but within a couple of minutes he was sobbing. I actually felt a little sorry for him. I'm still pissed at him. At both of them. I'm sorry about your mom, but I'm not giving her a pass either. Each may have thought you were with the other but to not try and make contact with you for so many years? To not call you or want to see you for birthday, or just want to see you period, because they were mad at each other? That's not acceptable. I don't care how much they hated each other. It wasn't fair to you." He smiled down at her. "Every so often, probably after a day with Victor, my mind wanders and I think about how lucky I am to have you. I've also wondered if one day I'd do something really dumb and you'd wise up and leave me. I know I'd be beyond devastated but I also know I'd still be Matt's father and I would never turn my back on him. There was no excuse for their behavior."

She smiled back at him. "The worst thing you ever did was shoving me into that ice chest and if one ever shows up here, I'm gone. Other than that, I plan to stay for a very long time."

"Understood. And relieved, although I think I've done a pretty good job of warming you up."

"Yes you have. On many occasions. And you have many warming years ahead of you."

That made him smile. "What's in the box?" He gestured to the shoe box still on her lap.

"My past." She pulled the strings off the box and opened it. "I haven't wanted to look at it for a long time, but now I want to." After a few minutes of flipping through things she handed him a photograph. "That was my mom." She handed him another. "That was me when I was about seven."

"Damn! Look at you! No wonder you're gorgeous now. You were stunning when you were seven. How many little boys did you have to run from in your lifetime? They must have been trying to steal kisses in the sandbox. Little perverts. Always wondered what it would have been like to have a little Prom Queen, but now I'm glad Matt's a boy. Although I have a feeling there will be quite a few Prom Queens chasing him. And Jeremy. One of these days there are going to be Prom Queens all over this house." He huffed slightly. "Damn good thing I have the best one. Hey! Speaking of Prom Queens, I have another gift for you. Virgil the Hateful Stare-er is holding it for me."

"Donovan! Another gift? After all you've already given me? Are there any sunflowers left in North America for anyone else?"

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "I can assure you that I have not wiped out the sunflower population, however, I did discover that sunflowers are the traditional flower for the third wedding anniversary, so I've decided to make sunflowers our traditional flower for our third and every other anniversary from now on. Plan on a lot of sunflowers in your future. I'm not relinquishing control on that issue, so don't even try."

"Agreed."

"Finally! Finally I have control of something. C'mon." Virgil was sitting in his usual place on the chair, holding what looked like a shoe box. "See. He's snarling at me. Even now when I'm being nice and giving you a gift. I'm telling you. He hates me." He leaned down and whispered to Virgil. "Just wait. There's a dog-moose in your future. Hey! He tried to bite me!"

"Donovan, he's a stuffed toy."

"Yeah. A stuffed toy with teeth." He glared at Virgil before handing Laci the shoe box. "Happy Anniversary."

She handed him a package she had been holding behind her back. "Open mine first. Happy Anniversary."

"This looks a lot like what you gave me last year, although it's not wrapped in a calendar page. It's not another peanut picture, is it?" He unwrapped it. "Hey! It is a picture of the peanut. And me. Together. Did you take this?"

"I did. I thought it was time you replaced the photo on your desk."

"I like the peanut picture, but there's plenty of room for this one too. Thank you. I love it."

"I thought I'd start my own tradition of taking a picture of my two favorite men every year and giving it to you as a gift. It will be an entire chronology of Matthew growing up with you right by his side."

"Except that now I'm holding him and as the years progress, eventually, he'll be holding me."

"I'm not concerned about that. I can think of several activities that will keep you in top shape for years to come. Actually more than several. Many more."

"I don't doubt that. Your turn. Open mine."

She unwrapped the box and gasped, her mouth dropping open for the third time that night. "Donovan! I can't believe you did this. They're so beautiful!"

Of course he had given her shoes, but not just any shoes. These were special. No question they were of the highest heel-iest, fuck-me-est variety of shoe, but these were cornflower-blue satin that matched her eyes perfectly. Embellished on the toe of each was a perfect, tiny, sparkling tiara.

He looked at her a little sheepishly. "They're Prom Queen shoes. I never got to dance with you when you were a Prom Queen and now I can dance with you any time I want. You might have to figure out the right way to use them though. You tend to be a bit creative with your dance moves and those diamonds are kind of scratchy."

"Diamonds? These are real diamonds?"

Of course. By the way, if I'm the Prince of Darkness and you're the Prom Queen, does that mean you outrank me?"

"Not in my realm. In my realm all royal ranks are equal. You do know that the Prom Queen usually wears more than just shoes, right? And her Prince usually wears a tuxedo."

He shrugged. "We'll improvise. You can wear your shoes and I can wear a bow tie. I have a feeling you'll be able to think of several innovative uses for it once you untie it."

"Agreed."

"Twice in one night? Are you lulling me into a false sense of security?

"Absolutely."

"Good. Come here, Your Majesty."

"What about my shoes?

"Not tonight. No shoes. No silk scarves. No tying privileges. Tonight, it's just you and me. Just the Prince of Darkness and his Prom Queen."

She didn't really understand why he questioned having control. He was in complete control as he caressed her clothing away, every touch a gentle and perfect stroke. Then he was as naked as she was, looking as strong and powerful as ever, his muscles rippling under her fingertips, the proof of how much he craved her hard and very obvious.

There were kisses. Deep kisses that always made her breathless. His touch was gentle and skilled and seductive, wandering across the softness of her skin, searching for his favorite part of her. She loved listening to the satisfied sounds he made when he discovered she was wet and hot. For him. Only for him. Why would she ever want anyone else?

It was hard to keep track of who was touching whom and where they touched each other, but that didn't matter. His touch was always magic, although she was pretty magical as well judging from the soft, lusty growls that were rumbling from him. He was using every part of his body to show how much he wanted her, loved her, and she was showing him right back.

He loved listening to her, to those soft, gasping little sighs. And he loved touching her in just the right way to hear her make those sighs. She was quivering with heat and flame, burning and pulling both of them to the edge. Why would he ever want anyone but her? She was pure perfection.

She stroked lower, her fingers closing around him, listening to his moan of total and complete satisfaction. She loved him like no one else and this was all she ever wanted from him. All of him. Nothing else. And she wanted him now.

She pulled him closer, onto her, into her. Eagerly. Ravenously. His dark eyes stared into her blue eyes, adoring her and indulging her however he possibly could to make her happy. Her eyes were darker than ever making him feel as though he was lost in them and he never wanted to find his way back. Her fingers raked through his hair and he claimed another kiss from her. And another.

He was hard, pressing slowly into her, filling her. They were two people; two coming together as one. One. Soaring over and over. Hot. Wet. Soaring higher. Surging. So high he could swear he felt like he was ascending straight through the clouds and into the heavens. And that was appropriate, because as far as he could tell, they were both seeing stars.

Correction. They were both seeing galaxies.

She was snuggled against him, right where she needed to be. Right where he always wanted her to be. How special to be able to hold happiness and love in his arms.

"You sure you're okay with everything that happened tonight?" he wanted to know.

"I'm very okay but I don't know how you'll ever top this anniversary. Now there really isn't anything I want. Thank you, Donovan. For everything."

"I'll figure it out and thank you, Laci. For everything else."

"Is it true there's a trip to Disneyland in our future?"

He groaned at her question. "I can see you've been talking to Victor again. I guess we should probably wait until the kids are a little older. In a year or two they'll be so used to Victor, the sight of a giant dog or mouse won't bother either of them. Maybe we can leave Victor somewhere between the pirate ride and the Haunted Mansion. He'll enjoy that. He'll be among his people." Donovan was silent for a minute. "Does Mickey Mouse stare? I don't think I'd like a staring mouse. I have enough staring in my life."

"I don't think you have to worry about Mickey. Minnie might not be able to take her eyes off you. And there are all those princesses. They'll be mesmerized when they see the Prince of Darkness."

"Hell, I'm not interested in princesses. I have a Prom Queen with shoes. That's all I need."

"I love you, Donovan."

"I love you, Laci. With or without shoes." He was quiet for a moment. "Umm...have you decided yet what you're going to do with my bow tie?"

"Not yet. I think I'll surprise you."

He caught sight of his nemesis. Virgil. Was the stupid unicorn smiling at him? Nah. Must be his imagination. Hmm... Was that a friendly smile or an evil plot smile? "Hey, Laci? Promise me you won't tie me to Virgil. I draw the line at that. No Virgil tying. Not to either of them. Ever."

*****

I started this story believing it would be a one-time submission. Instead, I have had an incredible experience with Bigg_Mike, Laci, Donovan, Virgil, all the other characters and all of you who have read the story of the Prince and the Prom Queen.

I don't write with an outline or any clear idea of where I am going. I had no idea Victor was going to be such a major part of the story. I wasn't expecting Virgil to stay from start to finish. I had no idea Laci was going to be reunited with her father. That's what makes writing my joy. I get to be surprised along with everyone else when it all comes together.

When I started this story, I was working on a book using the same style of writing. I'm going back to finish it and then...who knows? Perhaps Laci and Donovan will have a few more adventures. If anyone wants to keep in touch, I will certainly let you know when Virgil is again ready to stir up a bit of trouble and if you have any suggestions for the Prince & his Prom Queen, I would love to hear them.

A huge THANK YOU to Bigg_Mike for editing and everything else. I hope if Laci and Donovan return, you will be right there with us.

Another THANK YOU to everyone who has read, commented, and sent emails. If any of my books are ever published -- and I am working on that -- I hope you will read and enjoy those, as well.

CHWH



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Chapter 1 The Heart of a Dominant

What the hell was happening in Georgia?

And why did it always seem to happen the minute his back was turned? It wasn't as if he turned his back that often. 

One month. Not even one brief month. Not even thirty days. That was all he'd been away.

It was only the third time in nearly three years that Donovan had left Georgia for a training session and, each time, it had gone remarkably well. He might have stopped training for a short period of time but he had never lost his touch or skills as a Dominant. 

Master Donovan Corbett was tall, cold, grim, forbidding, could make a submissive shiver with fear using just a single glance or almost imperceptible gesture. He was straight forward, never played games. When he gave a command, there was no doubt, it was to be obeyed. The penalty for disobedience was far too great. That was a lesson quickly learned. It only had to be taught once.

He could use any type of apparatus required for discipline and it seemed only right that he should since many of the items he used were of his own design. He tied knots more skillfully, wrapped chains tighter, cuffed wrists or ankles faster and more efficiently than anyone.

His favorite implement had always been a riding crop although in more recent years, thanks to some private lessons, he enjoyed the feel of a whip in his strong hands. 

Whips had their use as a means of punishment but Master Donovan liked the powerful control the weapon gave him even more. With hardly a flick of his wrist he could wrap the thong and fall of any whip around a slave's leg, waist or throat and bring them to their knees without leaving a single mark on their skin. Even those who hired him to train their submissives sometimes trembled watching the things Donovan Corbett did with a whip. His secret was a remarkable private coach who taught very efficient and impressive whip skills.

Master Donovan demanded absolute respect. Everything about him was intimidating: the way he walked, the way he stood, his countenance and bearing, his dark clothing, the deadly, quiet tone of voice he used, the glare of his dark eyes. 

The slaves and submissives under his tutelage knew instantly what and who they were dealing with. They strove to do his bidding, working for and craving the infrequent praise he gave, yet all knew one slight, single word of acknowledgement from Master Donovan meant something.

There were only orders, never suggestions. He gave no sympathy. He showed no mercy. There were no excuses. There were no misunderstandings or do-overs. His directives were exacting and very specific. No one ever dared to disobey a rule or questioned his expertise or authority.

The fear of complete and absolute retribution was far too great.

And every slave and submissive he trained, every Dominant or Master for whom he did the training would have been thunderstruck at the sight of Master Donovan Corbett sitting on the floor, happily smiling, laughing and playing a game or building a tower of blocks with his nearly three year old son.

Matthew Donovan Corbett was thirty-three inches of pure energy and joy and loved dominating every minute of his father's time. Matthew never walked if he could run, talked constantly and always had questions. Dozens of them. He was curious about everything. He got that from his mother.

Donovan was filled with wonder and pride as he watched his son grow. He was endlessly patient playing with Matthew, both teaching him and learning from him. Almost anything Donovan may have had planned for the day could be postponed and he was always there for Matthew. Swinging Matthew high in the air, listening to his son's shouts and giggles, gave Donovan a sense of accomplishment he had never known. He did many things well and while there were some things he couldn't even begin to understand, being a father wasn't one of them. He was great at it and loved every minute of it.

He recalled a time when he was uncertain about his parenting skills and marveled at his newfound abilities. It all came so naturally and easily. The two spent hours together and had an unbreakable bond. Donovan idolized his son and, in turn, was his son's hero. He could hardly remember the time before he was around and had the distinct feeling that when his son eventually started school, it was going to be him, not Matthew, who suffered separation anxiety.

Matthew had his mother's eyes but the rest of him was the mirror image of his dad. They had the same walk, the same stance, identical mannerisms. Master Matthew even had the same intimidating glare as his father; a glare often focused on the submissive tattletale in the house: Virgil the fluffy dog-moose.

Virgil may have been submissive to Donovan but he was pure Dominant when it came to looking after Matthew and his cousin Jeremy. Nothing got past Virgil's watchful eyes no matter how hard Matthew or Jeremy might try. Bad choices never had the chance to happen due to Virgil's vigilance. 

Donovan wasn't quite sure how Virgil always knew when trouble was on the horizon but he did and dutifully alerted the closest adult. Climbing on the garden wall? Not on Virgil's watch. Stealing cookies before lunch? Not while Virgil was around. Daring to approach the pool without adult supervision? Not as long as Virgil could bark. To Donovan's complete delight, Warden Virgil also tattled on Victor. 

Slightly insane Victor, Donovan's assistant, the world's greatest baby-sitter and care giver had been watching over Matthew and Jeremy since they were infants and, as far as Donovan could tell, hadn't caused any lasting damage to either of the boys even if he was usually the first one to fall asleep at nap time. 

Donovan still wondered how Victor knew the things he knew but when Victor was involved it was sometimes better not to ask too many questions. Victor let Matthew and Jeremy bury him in their sandbox. He cut their lunchtime sandwiches into rocket or dinosaur shapes. He made up silly games, told outrageous stories and chased the boys making them scream with delight usually while Donovan and the dog-moose rolled their eyes and watched from a safe distance. 

Finally, Donovan had an ally. True, he may have been a slobbering ally but he was devoted, watched over the boys and always took Donovan's side. Everyone needed a dog-moose like Virgil.

When Donovan's cousin Marian accepted Victor's proposal of marriage, it started the creation of an entirely new and untraditional family. The people in Donovan's home and Marian's home merged almost into a single unit and they cared for each other, watched over and trusted each other.

Donovan had come a long way in accepting Marian and Victor as a couple. He still didn't understand it but he accepted it. What the hell did they talk about? Marian was so normal and Victor was so...not. Still it worked for them and the adoption of little Jeremy was a very welcome addition to their family. 

Jeremy and Matthew were together constantly. They played together, napped together and got into mischief together. It wasn't unusual to see both of them snuggled on Donovan's lap as he read a story. Often the two used Virgil as a pillow and watched a favorite movie, sharing the popcorn provided by Victor. Usually Donovan hated noise but the sound of Matthew and Jeremy's voices raised in happy, excited shouts of laughter and giggles was the best noise in the world. 

Donovan was surprised at how quickly Cousin Marian, always a business-oriented, hard-edged career woman adapted to being a devoted wife and mom and while he didn't think he'd ever completely stop questioning Victor's sanity, Donovan had to admit, Victor was an incredible parent to Jeremy. 

Other than loving his wife and son, the best part of Victor's world was irritating Donovan. Marian sometimes got annoyed at Donovan when she listened to her husband and cousin and their almost daily disagreements and good-natured battles. She had to admit Victor was often the instigator but Donovan was entirely too proper and persnickety and probably deserved everything Victor did to annoy him. Marian was a busy, no-nonsense type of person who hadn't antagonized her cousin since they were children but she vowed -- one day -- in some way -- just to get even - she was going to do something to make Donovan as crazy as he claimed Victor was. She wasn't sure how and she wasn't sure when but one of these days her opportunity would come and Marian was going to teach Cousin Donny a lesson he wouldn't forget. Her husband would be prouder of her than he already was.

The family grew again with the addition of Grandpa John. 

With two failed marriages behind him, John Grace was a sad and often lonely man. His life was centered on work and his attempts to search for his long lost daughter. Everything in John's world changed with a single telephone call from Donovan. In one evening, full of tears and sunflowers, Donovan acquired a father and reunited John with his daughter. John was rather overwhelmed and no longer sad or lonely when he, in turn, was welcomed into a family, found his daughter and acquired not only a son-in-law but also a grandson, cousin-in-law, cousin-in-law's husband, grandson-in-law, a dog-moose and a malevolent stuffed unicorn also named Virgil who was, perhaps, not really malevolent to everyone.

Virgil the First was the bane of Donovan's life. Before the days of Donovan, Matthew, and the dog-moose, Virgil the unicorn held a special place in his owner's heart. He was a friend, confidant, a source of comfort and warmth when his owner felt alone. Donovan's presence changed Virgil's life forever and he was not about to let Donovan Corbett forget that fact. Usurped snuggler Virgil sat in a place of honor on a large blue chair in the bedroom and stared at Donovan with black, beady, unforgiving eyes that followed Donovan's every move and gave him the creeps. Donovan was absolutely certain the pernicious and sinister Virgil was plotting his demise. Who the hell would name a unicorn Virgil?

Who, indeed?

Only one person Donovan could think of. 

One day, when he least expected it, the clouds that surrounded Donovan's universe parted to let in the golden rays of the sun and there she was. It was obvious the astronomist who cautioned about staring into that sun had not considered Laci.

With her big blue eyes, silky, blonde hair and angelic looks, Laci was different from anyone Donovan had ever known. She was beautiful, smart, self-reliant, about as unsubmissive as was humanly possible and contradicted every idea and belief he had, surprising him every day.

It was Laci who understood him which was kind of amazing because Donovan could hardly understand himself. He certainly couldn't understand her and was almost certain he never would, although to his credit he did keep trying.

It was Laci who made him babble like a lunatic whenever he got confused and around her he was ALWAYS confused and usually babbling.

It was Laci who taught him how to use a whip and make toast and while the toasting was quite understandable, her skill at whip techniques was not something Donovan would have anticipated but he had wisely learned not to anticipate anything where she was concerned.

It was Laci who knew when he had a bad day and needed some tender loving care because she had some kind of Donovan Radar and seemed to know almost everything before he did which often led to more confusion and babbling. 

It was Laci who was an incredible wife and mother, taking care of him and Matthew, the rest of the family and the dog-moose which was kind of nice because she was the only one who could keep Victor under control. 

It was Laci who turned him into a romantic who wanted to buy sunflowers and ride rainbows and eat pizza with pineapple which weren't a regular part of Master Donovan's dark world but finding one's way into the light was better than he ever expected.

It was Laci who baked the best cookies he'd ever eaten and understood how shoe-gasms worked. The cookies were delicious but the shoe-gasms were better.

It was Laci who made him happy and content mostly because of all she did and how she did it and, damn, she was really good at those shoe-gasms. 

It was Laci he loved and who loved him back and who dominated the heart of a Dominant.

Whenever Donovan went out of town, he missed her and couldn't wait to get back to Georgia. This trip was no exception. He missed her like crazy and he only had one question. 

What the hell was going on this time?

Chapter 2 GRRRRRRR!!!

The jet ascended through the bright blue sky and cottony clouds to cruising altitude. Flight time between Texas and Georgia was about two hours which gave Donovan about two hours to ponder why his beautiful and perfect wife, the love of his life, the other half of his heart, the center of his universe was angry at him. 

Make that two more hours. He'd actually been pondering the question for the last couple of days. Not that he had much to ponder. She was angry because he was being insensitive. 

Donovan Corbett? Insensitive?

It had all started during a simple conversation. He couldn't possibly have said anything wrong. He was merely being a devoted and slightly neurotic, jealous husband. What was so insensitive about that? It had nothing to do with his reaction to learning his wife was again spending time with Hollywood heart throb, Trent Nichols. Nothing at all. GRRR!

Problem one: he was a man trying to figure out a woman. Chance of resolution: slim

Problem two: she was mad at him and he wasn't really sure why. Chance of resolution: less than none.

Problem three: he was Donovan trying to figure out Laci. Chance of resolution? 

What was less than impossible?

Laci met Trent several years earlier when Trent came to town to film a movie. A number of local writers and reporters tried to interview him but the only one he agreed to talk with was Laci. He said people always asked him the same questions but Laci asked him the best questions he had ever been asked. He really liked her questions. Right. It was all about her questions. Sure it was. GRRRR!!

That first interview and Laci's remarkable questions led to a friendship between the two and every time Trent had a problem, needed an opinion, wanted a sympathetic ear, he called Laci. Every damn time.

Why did Trent have to call her so much? Why wasn't he calling other actors? Wasn't there a place where all the actors met and socialized and talked about whatever it was actors talked about while they patted each other on their respective backs and gave each other awards? 

Why couldn't Trent go play with his actor friends and leave Donovan's wife alone? GRRRR!!

The answer was simple: Trent trusted Laci. He knew he could tell her anything and it would go no further. He never had to worry about Laci contacting a tabloid or giving an interview to spill his secrets. She'd never sell him out for money or anything else. Laci wouldn't do that. She was open and honest, a good friend and listener so Trent called her constantly and talked to her about everything.

Usually there were more than 2000 miles between Laci and the weasel, also known as Trent. As far as Donovan was concerned, 2000 wasn't nearly enough. Two million probably wouldn't be enough. 

Trent called constantly, venting about unreasonable demands from even more unreasonable directors. He shared stories about the unusual happenings on his film shoots. He asked her opinion about his wardrobe -- both personal and professional. He asked her to listen while he practiced his lines. He asked for advice about the parts he was being offered. He told her about his love life and how he wished he could meet someone special, all the while lamenting the lack of loving women in Hollywood.

Maybe the idiot couldn't find a girlfriend because he was always on the damned phone. GRRRR!!

And why did he have to call Laci? Trent Nichols had a personal assistant and a personal trainer and a personal shopper. He probably had a personal weasel groomer. Did he also need a personal listener? He had a driver who drove him and a stylist who styled him. Why the hell couldn't he hire a listener to listen to him. Surely somewhere in the 2000 mile span of acreage between Georgia and California there had to be at least one trustworthy person who Trent could talk to, right? Apparently there wasn't because Trent kept calling Laci. GRRRR!!

Laci was probably very flattered that one of the biggest stars in Hollywood trusted and confided in her. Well, Donovan trusted Laci, too. He confided in her all the time and often sought her advice about business. She was a great listener, had a way of seeing what he missed, was smart, looked at things with an entirely different perspective. He relied on her, had trusted her judgment many times and never regretted it so he supposed it was understandable Trent would feel the same way.

The calls were bad enough but there were also the visits. Trent had made two films at one of the old plantations on the outskirts of town and liked the area. Donovan could understand that as well. It was a city with the quaint, charming feeling of a small town so it was easy to see why Trent enjoyed coming back whenever his schedule permitted. He said it was a peaceful and quiet place to get away from the busy and hectic life he had in Hollywood. 

What was wrong with skiing in the Swiss Alps? Why couldn't he go to Madagascar for his actor getaways? Wasn't a place like Bora Bora good enough for him? Other Hollywood celebrities seemed to like those places. Why couldn't he go there instead? Why did he have to visit Georgia where Laci and her questions just happened to live? And why did she always invite him to stay in the guesthouse where he would have his privacy? And full access to Laci's questions. GRRRR!!!

Cousin Marian always welcomed Trent's visits because he had given Laci several exclusive personal interviews. Obviously he didn't want to talk to anyone else, face to face, any more than he wanted to talk to them on the phone. 

Trent Nichols was a huge star and didn't give many interviews but now it seemed as if Laci had become his personal interviewer as well as his personal listener which thrilled Marian because every issue of her magazine with one of mega-weasel Trent's interviews sold more copies than all the other issues. And all because of Laci's wonderful questions. GRRR!!

Cousin Marian might feel differently if Trent was calling her husband all the time instead of Donovan's wife. Maybe Donovan should suggest that Trent start getting Victor's point of view about a few things. Trent and Victor got along great. They were spicy junk food buddies. Every time Trent came to town, he and Victor made a pilgrimage to their favorite spicy wing place. Maybe Victor could ask him a few unusual questions. Asking unusual questions should be easy for Victor. Victor excelled at unusual.

Or maybe Trent Nichols needed a stuffed unicorn to confide in. Donovan could help with that as well. He could buy a one-way, first class ticket and pack Virgil the First off to Hollywood. He'd even buy him some sunglasses so he'd fit right in with the Hollywood crowd. Laci said Virgil was a good listener. It would make Virgil feel needed and he could wear his new sunglasses and stare his mean, beady eyed stare at Trent for a while and give Trent the creeps. 

But Trent kept right on calling Laci. Trent Nichols was good looking, famous, wealthy and probably everything a woman would want judging by the thousands of female fans and followers he seemed to have. Didn't even one of them have a trustworthy and sympathetic ear? Didn't any of them have a really good question or two? Surely one of them must have unlimited minutes on their phone?

And then came the miracle of miracles. Trent Nichols found a girlfriend. 




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Laci was happy for him but Donovan was almost jumping up and down with excitement, certain every angel in heaven was singing for joy. He was prepared to lead the choir himself. Hallelujah!! 

Trent couldn't wait to introduce Laci to Sara. It was as if he needed her stamp of approval which Laci gave whole heartedly. So did Donovan. 

Sara was perfect for Trent. She was a cute, vivacious redhead who calmed Trent's perpetually frazzled nerves and catered to his ego. Even better, she was a wardrobe stylist so she understood Hollywood and it's workings plus she could take over the task of answering Trent's wardrobe questions. And hopefully all his other telephone related needs. The sooner the better.

It was all going so well. Trent was blissfully in love and chatting on his phone with Sara. He still called Laci with updates on his life and relationship but the number of calls had been drastically reduced. Donovan was going to Texas for one of his training sessions so now he could finally make some long and uninterrupted calls to his own wife and talk about things he liked talking about. Shoe-gasms perhaps?

And then it wasn't going so well. Sara dumped Trent, and Trent and his dramatically broken heart were in mourning, calling Laci even more than in the pre-Sara days. GRRR!!!

It was time for a deep breath. 

Yes, Donovan was jealous. Really jealous. He had to admit that to himself. 

Donovan also had to admit Laci loved him with every bit of her heart and had no interest in Trent going further than friendship. He knew that and he trusted Laci. He had learned his lesson about jumping to conclusions where Laci and Trent were concerned and he wasn't going to do that again. She knew what was important and she never put Trent and his needy telephone calls ahead of Donovan or Matthew. 

Of course, Donovan also recalled an interesting conversation with Trent that included Trent's desire to sweep Laci off her feet. GRRRRRRR!!!!

Every time Donovan traveled for business, whether it was business business or Dominant business, he called Laci as frequently as possible. He missed her when they were apart and he knew she missed him. The worst thing about traveling and being away from home was not being with Laci and Matthew. 

This trip was no exception. He had called Laci shortly after arriving in Texas only to discover good old Trent, actor and weasel, had wandered into town just about the same time Donovan had wandered out. Even worse, he was staying in the guesthouse sticking band-aids on his broken heart and, undoubtedly, singing sad songs about love and loss. 

So what had brought Trent to town this time? Was it just for mending purposes? And why had he timed his arrival to coincide with Donovan's departure? Was it mere coincidence or some dastardly plot to get to Laci when she was vulnerable and alone, perhaps missing her husband, willing to be extra sympathetic to a helpless weasel, perhaps willing to ask a couple of questions? GRRRR!!

Maybe Donovan was overreaching a little. For one thing, Trent Nichols didn't seem like the brightest bulb on a Hollywood marquee. Donovan wasn't sure Trent would actually be capable of coinciding coincidences or plotting dastardly plots without following a script and having a director to direct his every move. 

And Laci wasn't exactly vulnerable. Between her talents with a whip and her self-defense capabilities, Trent really wouldn't stand a chance if he tried to make an unwanted move. If there was one thing Donovan was certain of, it was that Laci could take care of herself. 

He wasn't quite sure why he overreacted except, when Laci was involved, Donovan tended to set world records in overreaction. Throwing Trent 'the weasel' Nichols into the mix just made things worse.

Donovan and his wife had been having a late night, fun and flirty chat over the computer in Donovan's home office when broken-hearted Trent suddenly burst in, distraught because he had been trying to reach Sara and she wasn't returning his calls. Boo-Hoo.

Patience was never one of Donovan's strongest traits and his weeks of begrudging tolerance gave way as he exploded in a tirade about a very selfish Trent interrupting his own time with Laci, Trent's shallow, self-absorbed concern about himself and inferring that Sara was the smart one for avoiding his calls. Donovan realized a moment too late that his inference was also an implication that perhaps Laci wasn't so smart for taking the weasel's overly dramatic and panicked calls and listening to his many sad tales and woebegone sob stories.

Even over the computer screen, Donovan could see Laci's eyes narrowing, her usual rays of beaming sunshine growing dim. She took a moment to calm Trent, telling him she'd talk to him shortly then sent him in search of a weasel snack to calm his shattered nerves. Turning back to Donovan, she scolded him for his insensitivity and lack of empathy for poor Trent who was just lonely. Donovan wasn't at all sorry for his outburst but he should have guessed what her reaction would be. Laci understood loss and loneliness better than almost anyone. 

He also was surprised to see her so angry. Laci never got angry. Annoyed, but not angry. Well, except maybe for that time she left him tied to the bed when she went off to California with TRENT. And that time she moved out of their bedroom after Donovan had overreacted after misunderstanding a conversation between Laci and TRENT. There seemed to be a pattern forming. TRENT. GRRRRR!!!!

The last few calls between Laci and Donovan were tense, definitely not fun or flirty. The slaves and submissives under Master Donovan's command could do nothing to please him. 

Now he was on his way home and again he had to ask himself: What the hell was going on this time? And what was he going to do about it? Was weasel extermination legal in Georgia? GRRRRRR!!!!!

Chapter 3 In the Beginning

Victor was waiting when Donovan stepped off the plane in Georgia. He anticipated Victor's presence but he had kind of been hoping Laci would be there to meet him. 

Actually he had really been hoping she would be there to meet him, drive him to a secluded location, have her way with him in the car, tell him how much she missed him and that he was 100% right to yell at Trent, that she would only talk to Trent once a year from now on and then have her way with him again. Hell. It was his dream and if he was going to dream, it might as be worth dreaming about.

Laci, however, was nowhere to be seen. He had to wonder what she was doing, why she was doing it and who she was doing it with. Laci had a unicorn, a dog-moose and a husband. Why did she need a weasel? What was so damned fascinating about weasels? 

In truth, Donovan just couldn't make himself feel especially sorry for yelling at Trent. Perhaps he could have been a little more understanding but Trent Nichols had been a huge pain in Donovan's ass for quite some time and that pain was only exacerbated with his recent breakup from Sara and his demands on Laci's time and good hearted desire to help. Surely Laci saw that and would agree.

Yeah. Right. Agree.

Because of her own past, Laci understood what being alone felt like. Of course she would feel sorry for Trent but shouldn't she also feel a little sorry for Donovan, as well. He had been pretty damned tolerant of Trent and Laci's on-going, years long telephone affair. Didn't he deserve a little sympathy?

Maybe he could talk to Trent, man to man or, lunatic-head-over-heels-in-love-moderately-jealous-husband to obsessively-annoying-slightly-insane-broken-hearted-actor-weasel.

He could explain that Trent was taking up a huge amount of Laci's time and while Laci was a good friend, she was also a devoted wife and mom who worked and needed her rest. Certainly Trent would understand if Donovan explained it like that. He could use small words and easy to comprehend terms, just leaving out the part about Laci needing to rest up for a shoe-gasm marathon with her husband.

Donovan also had to wonder why Sara dumped Trent. She wasn't as beautiful as Laci but she was very attractive, had a winning and bubbly personality and she really seemed to care about weasels. 

Maybe Sara hadn't been happy with Trent's on-going relationship with Laci. Donovan might even be able to help the situation by suggesting that fewer phone calls and less contact with Laci might help win back Sara's affections. Donovan had become pretty good at being romantic, so maybe he could give Trent a few pointers on the subject. If he was really lucky he might even be able to reunite Trent and Sara and then Laci would have no reason to consider him insensitive ever again. 

At least until the next time he was. One bridge at a time.

The drive from the airport wasn't long but Victor was being uncharacteristically quiet. Donovan wasn't sure if that was reason to be concerned since pretty much everything about Victor was uncharacteristic. Only one way to find out. "How's everything going at the house?" Donovan asked. "Did you tell Laci I was coming back earlier than I originally planned when I called you this morning?"

"So, how was the weather in Texas?" Victor asked.

Donovan grimaced, not sure if Victor's question in response to his own question was a bad sign. There was always the unlikely possibility Victor was just playing meteorologist. Wouldn't be the first time. "The weather was fine. Did you tell Laci I was coming back early?"

"Bring anything back for the kids? They love it when you travel and bring back gifts."

"Yes, Victor, as a matter of fact, I did. I found some ranch play sets for them. They have little horses and cowboys, little corrals. They love going to the ranch with Laci, so I'm sure you, Matthew and Jeremy will all enjoy playing with them. Do I have to caution the boys about making sure you don't swallow the small pieces? I wouldn't want to have to explain to Marian why I had to rush you to the emergency room for swallowing a horse. Does Laci know I'm coming back early?"

"How'd the training go? Tough session?"

"No tougher than usual." Patience still wasn't one of Donovan's stronger personality traits, unless he was dealing with his son. Then he had all the patience in the world. The small amount he had at the moment was rapidly wearing thin. "Why aren't you answering my question about my wife? I've asked three times. Is there a magic number, only you know, for the number of times I have to ask before I get a response? Did you tell Laci I was coming back early?"

"You up for the number game? We can play that. Not a long ride back to the house but number game is always good. Makes the time just fly by. Start the game and before you know it you're where you need to be and never notice how long you were in the car. Number game is great. "I'll start. Twenty-five."

"DAMN IT, VICTOR!! Why can't you just answer a simple question? What the hell is twenty-five? Is it the number of times I get to slug you for not answering? Did you tell Laci I was coming home?"

"Didn't talk to Laci. Seventy-seven."

"What the hell do you mean, you didn't talk to Laci? Why not? Don't tell me she's doing something with Trent Nichols. Why didn't you tell her?"

"Three hundred and nine."

"VICTOR!!"

"Guess I might as well tell you. You'll find out anyway. Marian left. She packed up Jeremy and she left early this morning."

"What the hell does that mean? What do you mean she left? She went to the store? She went on a business trip? Where did she go?"

"Things have been a little tense around here for the past couple of days. Trent has been driving Laci crazy so she's been mad at him. Things haven't been so great with you and Laci since you yelled at Trent so she's been mad at you. Then Trent annoyed Marian so she got mad at him. Then I told Laci she was wrong to be mad at you so Laci got mad at me. Then Marian said I should stay out of any disagreements between you and Laci so Marian got mad at me. Then Marian just took off and left."

Donovan was stunned. "Are you saying she left you? Victor, I don't know what to say. I know I always make comments about Marian leaving you but I never thought she would. That's not like Marian. She wouldn't just leave. It doesn't make any sense. She loves you. She'll be back." He sat running his finger through his hair. "Wait! You took my side? You actually stood up for me?"

"Look, Donovan, you're not always right, in fact, you're almost always not right, but this time, you were. Even Trent says you were right to yell at him. He agreed that he was taking advantage of Laci but the poor guy is a mess. He's crazy about Sara. He really thought she was crazy about him, too. He kinda flipped out a little when she dumped him. He's not so bad. You should try getting to know him. He's fun to talk to, especially with a bucket of wings and a few beers. He's got some great stories."

"At the moment, the last person I'm interested in is Trent Nichols. Marian has a business to run and you know how important her work is to her. She wouldn't just leave. Did you ask Laci where she went? 

"Thirteen thousand."

"VICTOR!"

"Didn't talk to Laci. Fifty-five."

Donovan could feel his head starting to ache. "Victor, over the years I have become accustomed to knowing when you are trying to tell me something without telling me anything. What aren't you telling me? And why aren't you telling it? I want to hear all of it Victor. Every bit. Just tell me everything, right now. What the hell is going on?"

"Laci left, too."

"WHAT??"

"Maybe this is why you never hear what I'm telling you when I'm not saying it. You should have your hearing checked. I think you're starting to go deaf. Should make an appointment to see a hearing specialist. And all this time I thought you were just ignoring me. Hey, if you go to a hearing specialist do you say you're seeing the specialist or hearing the specialist? Always wondered about that."

"Victor, you have no idea how much self-restraint I am calling on at the moment to prevent me from putting my hands around your throat and squeezing. Did you ever wonder what would happen if I did that because I have. Many times. What do you mean Laci left, too? Could you please just start at the very beginning and tell me everything?"

"I guess. Well, in the beginning heaven and earth were created. At least that's what Genesis says, so now we're back to number one because that's the beginning. Never took you for the religious type. You want the story or the number game?"

"VICTOR!"

"No sense of humor, Donovan. You have no sense of humor."

"I hired you, didn't I? And I keep you employed. That's pretty amusing all things considered. What the hell is going on? How many times do I have to ask and don't you dare utter a number or that's how many times I will run you over with this car when I throw you out of it!"

Victor sighed. "Okay. Here's the story. Laci was getting really sick of listening to Trent whining so she yelled at him. 

"She did?"

"Yeah. She said he should start acting like a grown-up and go talk to Sara instead of talking about Sara to Laci."

"She did?"

"Yeah. So Trent pouted for a while but then he decided Laci was right and he tried to call Sara. But Sara wasn't answering his calls, and that's when he came running into the office and interrupted your call."

"Victor, as fascinating as Trent's love life might be, I want to know where my wife is. Can you give me the brief version?"

"Laci left with Marian. That's the brief version."

The headache was just getting worse. He took a very tense and deep breath. "Okay. Let's go back to the expanded version."

"That night, after she got off the phone with you, Laci really yelled at Trent. Don't think I've ever seen her so mad. Good thing she likes you considering how mad you make her. Anyway, she told Trent to grow up fast because she didn't need or want another child. Poor guy was a wreck. He thought he'd lost his girlfriend and his best friend."

"When does the part come about her leaving? Can you tell me that?"

"After Laci yelled at him, Trent came over to my place looking for sympathy but when Marian heard what happened she yelled at him. She told him to start acting like an adult and Jeremy and Matthew act more mature than he does. I took him out for some wings and even that didn't make him feel better. His girlfriend dumped him, then his best friend in the whole world got mad at him. And Trent really looks up to you because of all the nice things Laci says about you and even you were mad at him."

"Laci says nice things about me?"

Victor gave him a strange look. "Uh...yeah. She kinda likes you, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Is there a resolution to this never ending story?" Donovan asked, sounding weary.

"Well, I'm not really sure. Laci finally decided to call Sara. She said she didn't want to interfere but Trent was getting to be unmanageable. She and Sara had a long talk. And Trent's pretty much been hiding from Laci and Marian because he's convinced they hate him. Then I told Laci you were right to be mad at Trent because he's taking advantage of her and he's stupid for not at least trying to work things out with Sara."

"What did Laci say?"

"She said she totally understood your feelings but you know how she is about people feeling lonely. She said Trent is a big dope and you're a hundred times the man he'll ever be and you should be setting a better example for him by being more sympathetic."

"Victor, as usual when I'm talking to you, my head is aching and I am completely confused. I am now the parent of Matthew, uncle of Jeremy, good example setter for my adopted son, Trent, and my wife left me even though she thinks I'm wonderful and a great guy. Is that about right?"

"I thought you didn't want the brief version. Wish you'd make up your mind."

Donovan sighed with defeat. "Could you please just get to the part about leaving me? Why did she leave?"

"This morning Marian was kinda annoyed at me for getting involved and said I shouldn't be interfering. Like I'd ever not interfere. I always interfere. I know everything that goes on between you and Laci. Well, not everything. That shoe thing has me a little confused, but I try not to ask too many questions. Gonna have to explain that to me one of these days."

"The point, Victor. Can you get to the point?" 

"Sure. Marian put a few things for Jeremy in a bag. Then she put the bag in her car. A little while later, Laci also put a bag in Marian's car. Then Marian buckled Jeremy and Matthew in their car seats and said she wasn't sure when they'd be back and to enjoy the quiet while I could. Meanwhile Laci put Virgil in the back with the kids and she and Marian got in the car and left."

"Go on."

"That's it. They put the bags and the kids and Virgil in the car and they left."

Donovan was sure his head was going to explode. "Do you think they went to the ranch?"

"Nope."

"Why do you not think that?"

"Laci always takes carrots for her horse and I didn't see her put any in the car."

"What time did they leave?"

"About an hour before you called. After I heard from you I called Laci but she didn't answer so I left a message. Told her you were coming back a couple of days earlier than expected."

"So now, our wives, children and a stuffed unicorn have left and we don't know where they are, where they might be going, when they will be back, or even if they will be back. Is that right?"

"Nope. I mean, yep. Well, not exactly."

"What exactly?"

"They took the other Virgil. Virgil is still at the house. And it gets worse."

"My wife took my son and left me. Your wife took your son and left you. I'm stuck with a beady-eyed, hateful, stuffed unicorn. What's worse?"

"We're also stuck with Trent."

"Great. Just great."

In another car, Laci reached for the drink Marian was handing her. "Kids are still sound asleep. Victor just left a message on my phone. Donovan is coming home today. I wasn't expecting him until the end of the week."




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Marian got back in the car. "Sara wanted to surprise Trent so I didn't tell Victor where we were going. We both know he can't keep a secret to save his life. Donny is sure to overreact when he finds out you're not there but I hope he doesn't start yelling at Trent again. I'm not sure Trent could handle it. He's a sweet guy but he's certifiable."

"Sara is really good for him so, hopefully, when we get back with her Trent will finally relax. Matthew is going to be so excited his dad is coming home early. I am too and I feel bad for scolding Donovan. I'll have to think of some way to make it up to him."

Marian smiled. "You will. I don't know how you manage everything so well. Trent's been impossible. It's been like having another child around. How can he function without someone telling him what to do? How does he find his way to the movie studio? How can he give compelling performances as an actor and be a lunatic at the same time?"

Laci sighed. "I have no idea but maybe when Donovan gets home he can dominate Trent until we get back with Sara. It will do both of them some good. It will make Donovan feel needed, Trent feel loved and I could use the break."

Chapter 4 Bonding and Bromance

Donovan and Victor entered the house. Trent was sitting on the floor in the entry, his arms wrapped around Virgil the First. From across the space, Donovan was positive he could see the unicorn's usual malicious glare.

"What the hell are you doing, Trent?" Donovan demanded to know.

"Nothing," Trent answered glumly. "Just sitting here. Everybody's mad at me and Laci always says Virgil used to make her feel better. I thought he could help me."

"I wouldn't count on it. Is there any remote possibility you might know where Laci and Marian went?"

Trent looked surprised. "Did they go out? They didn't tell me. They hate me. You hate me. Sara hates me. Virgil likes me. Victor, do you still like me?"

"Sure, Trent. Want me to order some wings? You like spicy wings. How 'bout a beer?"

"Sara liked teriyaki wings. Every time I eat a wing, I'm gonna think of Sara," Trent mourned.

The little patience Donovan had was gone. "Trent you sound pathetic, maybe worse than pathetic. Get your ass up off the floor and come in the office." 

Donovan didn't wait, instead stomping into the office and seating himself behind his desk. Trent dragged himself into the room, flopping into a chair, still clutching Virgil.

"Trent, what the hell happened with you and Sara? She seemed to really like you. What did you do?"

"I told her I loved her and wanted to marry her."

"And what did she say?" Donovan demanded.

"That she wanted to think it over." Trent sounded pitiful.

"And?"

"That's all. She wanted to think it over. If she loved me she would have said yes but she wanted to think it over. That was just her way of being nice. She hates me and instead of telling me she hates me she said she wanted to think it over." Trent was becoming more grief-stricken by the minute.

"Trent, you're an idiot," Donovan thundered at him. "You're carrying on like this because she wants to think it over? What the hell is wrong with that? Did it ever occur to you that maybe she just really wanted to think it over? What happens when you get offered a movie role? Do you say yes to everything or do you take a few minutes to think it over?

"Depends." Trent still sounded discouraged. "Sometimes I think it over but that's about work. Millions of people pay to see me make the right choice. This is just about me and her. She shouldn't have to think it over. She should just know."

Victor entered the office carrying a large bucket full of beer bottles surrounded with ice. "Wings are on their way. Ordered some pizza, too." He handed Trent a bottle. "Pepperoni for us. Pineapple for him. He likes the fancy stuff."

Trent looked at Donovan with wide eyes. "You like pizza with pineapple? Never woulda figured you for a pineapple kinda guy."

Victor handed Donovan a bottle. Donovan looked at him. "No glass? I always drink my beer from a chilled glass. You know that."

"Get a little crazy, Donovan," Victor urged. "Be one of the boys tonight. Drink from the bottle. It's fun."

Donovan shook his head in annoyance. "I wasn't planning on hosting a soiree. I'd like to figure out where my wife and child could have gone and get them back here." He looked at Victor. "Aren't you in the least bit worried about Marian and Jeremy?"

Trent looked confused. "Laci left?"

"Yes, Trent," Donovan was almost snarling, "Laci took Matthew and Marian took Jeremy and they all took the dog and left. We have no idea where they are. I'm not in a pizza party kind of mood."

"Laci hates me," Trent was back to being woeful. "She was the best friend I ever had, the only one I could really trust. I could talk to her about anything and always count on her and now she hates me. All I have is you guys," he hugged the stuffed unicorn in his arms, "and good old Virgil. You won't desert me, will you boy?" 

For a minute Donovan could almost swear Virgil was agreeing with Trent, probably just to be spiteful. Of course the hater would take Trent's side. Maybe Trent would consider adopting Virgil. Maybe he could work out a two for one deal and get rid of Virgil and Victor. Worth thinking about.

"Trent, why don't you go back to California and talk to Sara?" Victor asked. "Whenever Donovan has an argument with Laci I always tell him to talk to her. Usually works...if he doesn't mess it up."

Trent had downed his first beer and reached for a second. "Can't. She finally called me back and she's not there. She's working wardrobe on a set in Hilton Head. She said she'd call me when she's finished."

"That's even better," Victor told him. "That's almost right across the state line. Won't take long to get there. Go talk to her. You can persuade her. Hell, if Donovan was able to persuade Laci, you should be able to persuade Sara. Laci didn't make anything easy on Donovan but look how happy they are now."

"Laci didn't want to marry you?" Trent sounded surprised. The sound of the doorbell interrupted and Donovan huffed as Victor headed to welcome his wings and pizza delivery. "Laci really loves you. She talks about you all the time. She says you're the best husband and father in the entire world. If she didn't want to marry you then maybe I really do still have a chance with Sara. Did Laci want to think it over, too?"

Donovan tried to be patient. It would have been easier without Virgil's black, beady eyes staring at him. "It was a little different with me and Laci, Trent. We come from two different worlds, have very different ways of looking at things. I still wonder if one of these days she might change her mind. Considering that no one seems to know where she went, this could be that day."

"That's what Sara said. Two different worlds. She's used to being behind the scenes and she sees how it is for me and how photographers follow me everywhere. She wasn't sure she could get used to that. She said that was why she wanted to think it over."

"That makes sense and it's a very valid reason. I never really thought about how it would be to have people watching wherever you go," Donovan acknowledged, "but if she loves you, the two of you can work it out together." Victor reentered the room, his arms full of pizza boxes and wing buckets. "How the hell much food did you order? How can you eat when you don't even know where your wife is? Aren't you in the least bit concerned? You don't seem very concerned."

"Course I am," Victor responded, "but I haven't eaten since breakfast and Trent hasn't been eating for the last few days, so it's a good time to get lots of nourishment then we can help figure out what to tell Sara."

"Thanks, Victor." Trent took another beer. "You, Virgil and Donovan are my only friends except for Laci but she still hates me. Who do you think hates me more? Sara or Laci?"

"Pretty sure I know who'd win the Trent hating contest," Donovan muttered under his breath while rubbing his temples. "If only I could order a new assistant as easily as you order wings and pizza. TRENT! Stop drinking so much beer and put the damned unicorn away before he ends up with beer and pizza breath. Bad enough he stares at me. Last thing I need is to have him breathing on me and spreading unicorn germs."

"Donovan hates Virgil," Victor informed Trent while handing him a plate full of wings and pizza.

"I don't hate him. He hates me. I just said he has a stupid name. Virgil. Hell of a name for a unicorn. He stares at me with hate because Laci used to snuggle with him and now she snuggles with me. At least she used to before she left me." He grabbed another beer from the ice filled bucket. 

"Why don't you snuggle with Virgil sometimes?" Trent asked. "Maybe he's lonely."

"Then let him go get his own wife and snuggle with her," Donovan growled. "I'm not much of a unicorn snuggler and I don't trust him. Why don't you take him when you go see Sara? He might enjoy taking a little trip. He doesn't get out much these days. Little trip would be good. Big trip would be better."

"Maybe if Sara agrees to marry me, we can move here. People are nice here. They sometimes ask for autographs and pictures but they leave me alone. I'll bet Sara would like it here."

"Maybe you can buy a house near here and we can all hang out together," Victor offered ignoring Donovan's glower."

"Really? That would be fun. I'd like hanging out with you guys."

"It's lots of fun. When I told him Marian was going to marry me, Donovan bought the house next door for us. Now we're all one big happy family. Laci and Marian work together. Donovan helps me take care of Matthew and Jeremy. I take care of Marian. Laci and Marian take care of me, Matthew, Jeremy, Virgil and Virgil. We all take care of Donovan. Works great. Well, except for the part about Virgil taking care of Donovan. Virgil helps take care of him but Virgil doesn't."

"Sara really likes Laci and Marian. She doesn't even mind that I like to call Laci. She said Laci is a really good friend, or she was until she started to hate me. Sara thinks Donovan is a little scary."

"He's supposed to be scary," Victor snorted. "That's his job." He took more wings and another beer.

"Victor, could we talk about something else, like where Laci and Marian might have gone? Didn't they say anything else?" Donovan questioned.

"Why is it your job to be scary? Is it because you're the boss?" Trent asked. "Do you jump out at them and say 'BOO!'? You sound like a fun boss. Is that why you're scary?"

"Hell no," Victor responded. "He's scary because he's a Dominant." He turned to Donovan. "I already told you. Marian said she wasn't sure how long they be gone. That's it. They put the stuff and the kids and Virgil in the car, then they all drove away."

"You're a Dominant?" Trent sounded shocked as he grabbed more pizza. "S & M, BDSM, all that stuff?"

"He's been doing it for years," Victor responded. "He's really good at it. Used to help him when he had his own training facility. Helped with all his training. Good times."

Trent was staring at Donovan. "You mean like whips and chains and all that stuff? You do that to Laci?"

"No, Trent," Donovan snarled. He reached for another beer bottle.

"Laci is the whip handler in this family," Victor said as he took a long drink from the bottle in his hand.

"So Laci does it to you?" Now Trent looked really confused as he took another bottle. "Who's makin' that growling noise?"

"No, Trent," Donovan snarled louder. "Damn it Victor. Why are we talking about this? We agreed not to discuss it while Matthew and Jeremy were still too young to understand."

"Matthew and Jeremy aren't here, remember. See what a great dad he is. Donovan's a great dad," Victor informed Trent. "He didn't think he'd get the hang of it but he's a really great dad."

"That's what Laci always says. She says he's the best dad in the whole world," Trent agreed, "but I still don't understand about the whips and chains. I mean I understand. There's a famous actor who's into all that stuff. He's been playing a really loveable character for a long time but he has a black leather room in his house. It's one of those secrets that everyone in Hollywood knows but everyone acts like they don't know. Do you have a black leather room?" he asked Donovan as he took another bottle.

"No, Trent, I don't have a black leather room. I don't have a leather room of any color and the whole thing is a little complicated. Laci is not a submissive. When my clients need a trainer for their slaves and submissives, they call me and I go to them. Could we change the subject? I'd like to try and figure out where my wife went." He reached for another beer.

"Just called her and Marian again," Victor said. "Went straight to voice mail." He filled his plate with wings and pizza then reached for another bottle of beer.

"I don't understand. How can you be a Dominant and not have a submarine? Don't you need a submarine? Who's your submarine?"

"The word is submissive, Trent," Donovan stated with frustration, "and stop drinking so much. You can barely speak without alcohol much less when you're half drunk."

"Right," Trent agreed. "So, who's your submarine?"

"Virgil," Donovan sighed and reached for more pizza. "He's a great submarine."

"You hit Virgil?" Trent sounded shocked. He grabbed Virgil and held him protectively. "No wonder he hates you."

"Not that Virgil," Donovan was back to snarling, "the other Virgil."

"You shouldn't be hitting the dog, Donovan. That's not nice."

Donovan grabbed another beer, downing half the bottle in one gulp. "I don't hit the damned dog. What the hell is wrong with you Trent? How do you manage to memorize your lines when you don't seem to know how to use your own fucking brain?" He turned to Victor. "Now do you see why I didn't want to talk about this? Could we change the subject?"

Victor ignored him. "It's not about hitting, Trent. It has nothing to do with hitting. It's about discipline and control. It's a way of life. Some people need to be in control and some people like to be controlled. Donovan needs to be in control."

"So when does Laci hit you with the whip?" Trent wanted to know.

"Damn it, Trent. She doesn't. Laci used to work at the ranch and learned how to use a whip. She's an artist at it. She doesn't use it on me. I don't use it on her. Neither of us uses it on Virgil. Or Virgil. There have been a couple of times when I've thought about using it on Victor. Actually there have been more than a couple of times. And I don't know why I'm so concerned about how I'm going to explain all of this to Matthew one day. When the time comes, I can just let Trent tell him. He'll be an expert by then," Donovan was snarling again.

"Laci worked at the ranch?" Trent took another bottle of beer "I didn't know that."

"What the hell do you two talk about, Trent?" Donovan demanded. "You call her almost every day, you talk to her for hours and you never knew that she worked on a ranch? What do you talk about?

"Well, usually about what I'm doing or what movie they want me to do next. She helps me decide what to buy. Sometimes I send her pictures from the store and ask if I should get the green shirt or the blue shirt and she helps me decide. Laci's great. I love Laci, but I really love Sara. Sara is good at picking out shirts and she goes to the store with me when she's not hating me. Sara's great. Laci really worked at a ranch? Like with horses and cows? And ranch people?"

"Yes, she worked at a ranch with ranch people and stop drinking so damned much. You need to figure out how to get Sara back and you have to be coherent to do that." Donovan thought for a moment. "At least as coherent as it's possible for you to be."

"Yeah, Laci worked at that ranch for years," Victor said. "Her parents pretty much abandoned her and that was how she supported herself." Victor grabbed another bottle from the bucket.

Trent looked uncertain again. "Her parents abandoned her? But I met John. Isn't he her dad? He abandoned her? That's terrible. Why don't you hit him with the whip? He's the one who deserves it, not poor, helpless Virgil." He grabbed his new friend for another hug before finishing his drink. "Don't worry buddy. I'll protect you from the Dominator. Hey! I hear growling, again. Where's that coming from?"

"Damn it, Trent," Donovan's lack of patience was obvious, "no one gets hit with a whip. Laci's parents were divorced and each of them thought she was living with the other."

"Laci learned how to use a whip from an old cowboy who worked at the ranch," Victor told Trent. "You should ask her to show you what she can do although you should probably wait until she isn't mad at you. She even gives Donovan lessons sometimes." It was Victor's turn to take another beer from the rapidly depleting bucket. "Donovan was the one who reunited Laci with her dad. He's even better at being a husband than he is at being a dad. He'd do anything for Laci."

"Donovan's a good husband and a good dad and a good Dominator. That's nice that he'd do anything for Laci. I'd do anything for Sara if she'd stop hating me." Trent was back to sounding mournful. "It would be so nice. Sara and I could get married. We could move here and I could spend time with you guys. Maybe we'd have a baby. I'd like a little girl. She'd wear cute little pink dresses and cute little shoes. She could grow up and marry Matthew. We'd be one big, happy family forever. Hey! I hear growling again."

"Trent," Donovan was still growling, "is there even the slightest chance you might remember something if you think about it for a minute? Could you have maybe overheard Laci talking to Marian or Marian talking to Laci, or anybody talking to anybody about going anywhere at any time? Think, Trent."

Trent looked like he was thinking although, Donovan was almost certain, Trent probably wasn't sure what he was supposed to be thinking about. "No. They didn't tell me anything, but Laci was really mad so I was kinda staying away from her. She's little but she's mean. Marian's mean, too, but Laci's meaner. She yelled at me for not trying to work things out with Sara, then she really yelled at me when I interrupted her call with you but I didn't know she was talking to you. Honest. I didn't mean to make you mad, too. You're a good friend, Donovan. You even helped me with my shackles a few years ago, remember?" Trent took another bottle.

"Vividly," Donovan was still growling. He finished the last of the bottle in his hand. 

"Hey! Is that how you know so much about shackles? Because you're a Dominator?" Trent questioned.

Donovan was sitting with his head in his hands, so Victor answered. "You got it Trent. Donovan knows all kinds of Dominator stuff. He's an expert. He's the best Dominator around. Ask anybody. He knows all about shackles and handcuffs, riding crops, canes. He knows how to tie all kinds of knots and, he won't admit it but, he even knows about tying privileges."

"Victor! Enough! I'm not talking about this anymore. No shackles. No tying. I'm going to call someone who can help find my wife and yours. Where the hell is the phone?"

Victor's gaze was slightly blurry. "Isn't it that thing in your hand or is that a piece of pizza? What'd you ask again?"

"Why do you need tying privileges?" Trent was sounding as blurry as Victor's vision. "What's so privilegious about tying? Is privilegious a word? I like that word. It's a good word. Privilegious. What do you tie when you are privilegiously tying whatever it is that's being tied? I privilegiously need another drink."

Donovan was staring at the bottle in his right hand and the phone in his left. "What was I asking about? Did someone want to use the phone? Who needed the phone? It's right here if you want it, whoever you are. Virgil? You making a call? Here's the phone if you need it. Go call one of your unicorn friends. Maybe one of them would like to go to California with you and Trent." The unicorn glowered. Donovan glowered back. "See! He hates me. I was being nice and he hates me. Stupid unicorn probably knows where Laci is and won't tell me. I was hoping Matthew and Jeremy would do away with you, but no, they want the other Virgil. They drag him all over the place, inside, outside, and leave you to stare and hate. Just wait, my friend. One of these days, you are going to be moose chow."




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"Are you privilegiously tying Virgil?" Trent asked. "Is this bottle empty already?" He took another.

"It's privileges, Trent," Victor answered, "tying privileges. You know, for sex."

"I'm not sure why sex is privilegiously. Maybe Sara knows. I can ask her when she stops hating me. I like being privilegiously sexy with Sara. She's hot. Laci's hot. Marian's hot. I'm hot too, but not privilegiously sexy hot. More like, why is it 5000 degrees in here hot? Anybody else hot? Virgil? You hot? I'm really hot. Just not privilegiously hot."

"Doesn't Sara tie you to the bed?" Victor asked as he downed the last of the beer in his hand.

"How'd you know that? Laci said she wouldn't tell. She said she'd keep it our little secret and she broke her promise."

"Nah, she didn't," Victor said, "I just guessed. Marian ties me all the time."

"You tell my wife about your sex life?" Donovan thundered incredulously. "What the hell is wrong with you? She doesn't need any more ideas. She has enough of her own."

"But I just told her about Sara because I love Sara and Sara hates me," Trent was back to sounding distraught. "Laci thought it was fine for Sara to do privilegiously sexy things. Laci is my best friend. She used to love me but she mostly loves you and I think she loves Victor. Laci is nice. I love Laci, but I mostly love Sara. Sara is fun to be privilegiously sexy with. She's good at privilegiously sexy."

"Yeah," Victor responded, "Marian's good at it too. Marian's really good at whatever-you-said-sexy."

"Victor, I don't want to hear this. Don't talk about what you do with my cousin."

"Donovan, she's my wife and we do the same kinds of things you do with your wife."

"But my wife and your wife aren't here to do anything because they left and we don't know where they are and who they're doing anything with. And it's Trent's fault. I got mad at him and Laci got mad at me and Sara got mad at Trent and Laci got mad at him and I'm always mad at you and now everybody's mad. And I don't want any more beer. I just want my wife."

"I'm sorry I made Laci mad and you mad," Trent apologized. "All I want to do is get Sara back. I don't know if I do privilegiously sexy the right way. Donovan? Can you teach me how to be a Dominator then I can show Sara that I know all about privilegiously sexy and she'll marry me and we can all be happy. Unless she still wants to hate me. Damn, it's hot in here."

"You should do that Donovan. If you teach Trent how to be sexy with Sara..."

"Privilegiously sexy," Trent interrupted.

"Yeah, what he said," Victor agreed. "If you teach him then he'll get Sara back and they'll be spending lots of time doing what they want to do and Trent won't have time to call Laci because he'll be busy doing other things. You have to teach him all about it."

"Why don't you teach him if you're such an expert? You and my cousin seem to do it all the time."

"So do you and Laci," Victor retorted.

"You can both teach me, then I'll be double privilegiously sexy and I'll know all the privilegiously sexy things and Sara will love me again and stop thinking it over."

"Sure. I can show you. We both can show you. It's easy. I'll go get some rope," Victor volunteered. He grabbed another bottle. "Be right back. Uh...What am I getting again?"

"ROPE!" Donovan and Trent yelled in unison.

"Right. Rope. Be back in three shakes of a unicorn's tail. Sorry, Virgil. No offense."

"Damned unicorn likes you. Damned unicorn likes everybody except me. Virgil. Stupid name. Hey, Virgil! Make yourself useful. Quit snarling and hand me another beer."

Chapter 5 What Happens with Virgil, Stays with Virgil

It was already dark when the car pulled into the driveway.

"I wonder why every light in the house is on?" Laci questioned as she lifted a very sleepy Matthew from his car seat.

Marian looked around. "No lights on at our place so I guess Victor must be keeping Donovan company." Jeremy was also sound asleep as she took him out of the car. "Sara, I can't wait to see the look on Trent's face when you walk through the door. He's been so miserable for the last few weeks."

"Both of you are amazing for driving all that way to pick me up just so I could surprise him," Sara responded. "I'm sorry it took so long but the boys had a great time playing on the set. I really had no idea Trent would react the way he did when I said I needed a little time to think things over. I guess drama is in his blood and I'd better get used to it if I'm going to be Mrs. Nichols. Let me help with the bags." She reached into the car and took the small bags from the trunk. "C'mon, Virgil. You have to be the sweetest dog in the entire world. Let's go, boy."

Wagging his huge, fluffy tail in appreciation, an excited Virgil lumbered ahead of the group and waited at the front door.

"Matthew is going to be so disappointed he's not seeing his dad tonight. He misses Donovan when he goes on a trip but I know he'll make up for it tomorrow." Still carrying her son, Laci unlocked the front door and led the way into the house. Marian had Jeremy snuggled in her arms while Sara and Virgil followed closely behind. "It'll probably be a good idea for Donovan to get some sleep tonight. If Matthew has anything to say about it, he won't slow down for one minute once he sees his dad in the morning and..." She stopped, shocked into silence at the sight in front of her.

Standing at Laci's side, even Virgil seemed bewildered at what he was seeing. Coming up from behind, Marian stood in the doorway to Donovan's office shaking her head in disbelief. "It looks like they were celebrating something. They all look like they're passed out. Are they drunk?"

"I'd say completely wasted judging from the number of empty beer bottles I see scattered around. That's the imported beer Donovan likes," Laci told her. "It has a much higher alcohol content than domestic beer. Could the three of them actually have consumed that much?"

"Trent almost never drinks. At least they were smart enough to have food with the beer," Sara observed, "considering the number of pizza boxes and wing buckets I see. Did they have a party?"

"Donovan never drinks this much either," Laci stated. "Do you suppose they were all feeling sorry for themselves and had their own private pity party?"

"Do you think they're okay?" Marian asked.

Sara took a step into the room for a closer look. "They're all breathing normally, so they seem to be fine at the moment. I'm not sure they'll be very fine in the morning."

Donovan's usually serene office was his work space and private sanctuary away from the noisy chaos that came with everyday life. 

The primary color in the oblong shaped room was a rich shade of deep, forest green, the walls paneled with dark wood and lined with built-in bookshelves and file cabinets, their contents always orderly, properly arranged alphabetically by topic or type of book.

At one end of the room his antique desk sat in front of a large bay window overlooking the garden. At the other end a round conference table could comfortably accommodate six people. The center of the space contained a small seating area, complete with an overstuffed sofa and several comfortable chairs. 

At the moment, the usually neat and organized room would certainly qualify as a small catastrophe. 

Every table and flat surface, including Donovan's prized desk, was littered with pizza boxes, some empty, some containing slices of cold and half eaten pepperoni or pineapple pizza. The boxes were joined with several large, colorful cardboard buckets holding the remains of what appeared to be spicy wings.

A number of paper plates held leftovers, pizza crusts and the remnants of the wings. Dozens of crumpled and greasy paper napkins were on the tables, chairs, and scattered across the floor.

On the floor, between the sofa and one of the chairs, stood a large silver-colored bucket half filled with water. Two still capped bottles of beer stood upright in the water where a few small pieces of ice were floating. Condensation was dripping down the sides of the bucket, saturating the rug under it.

Enough brown beer bottles to stock a small pub were on the tables, on the floor, on the shelves, nestled between sofa cushions. Some were still partially full, most completely empty, some standing upright, some lying on their sides. A small puddle of spilled beer was making little plopping sounds as drops dripped off the side of one of the tables and onto the floor.

Victor and Trent were slumped, side by side on the sofa. Trent's right wrist was tied to Victor's left wrist with bright yellow, braided nylon rope. His right ankle was tied to Victor left ankle and Trent's left wrist was tied to the arm of the sofa with the same type of rope. Trent's plaid shirt was wide open, his hair in disarray. Victor, his head thrown back, was snoring quietly.

Seated in one of the chairs, Donovan's dark hair was ruffled, his usually neatly coordinated attire disheveled, shirt half unbuttoned and pulled out from the waist of his tailored slacks, his tie half untied and pulled to one side. His arms were wrapped tightly around Virgil who was scowling sullenly, perhaps from being forced to act as a pillow or perhaps from the piece of yellow rope tied from his foot to Donovan's wrist.

"I've known Donny my entire life and I've never seen him look that messy," Marian observed. "Even when he was a kid he was a neat-freak."

"Why do you think Trent and Victor are tied together?" Sara questioned.

"Can't imagine," Marian responded. "Party game, maybe?"

Laci smiled. "It's nice to see Donovan bonding with Virgil. They don't usually get along this well."

"Donovan doesn't get along with your unicorn?" Sara asked, curiously.

"Donovan is convinced Virgil hates him," Laci sighed. "It's a long story."

"Maybe we should get the boys upstairs and to bed," Marian suggested, "then we can take care of our grown-up, man-children."

"Good idea," Laci responded. "We'll be down in a minute, Sara. C'mon Virgil."

"Take your time," Sara told her. "I'll start untying them so they don't hurt themselves."

Laci and Marian, holding Matthew and Jeremy still soundly sleeping, headed for the stairs, Virgil dutifully following at their heels. 

Sara went into the office and started untying Trent and Victor's wrists. It only took a minute before she was able to move on to releasing the rope from around their ankles. 

She started to untie Trent's wrist from the arm of the sofa. Trent's eyes fluttered open. "Sara? Is that you? Are you finished thinking it over?" he mumbled.

"Yes, Trent."

"Good. I learned how to be privilegiously for you because I love you."

"That's wonderful, Trent. Why don't you go back to sleep and we can talk about it tomorrow?"

"Okay," Trent agreed, closing his eyes and relaxing back into the sofa cushions.

Marian and Laci came into the room carrying blankets. "Since they're sound asleep, we thought we might as well leave them alone," Laci said. "We'll just cover them with blankets and let them rest until they sleep it off." She handed Sara a blanket before crossing over to Donovan. After untying the yellow rope around his wrist, she covered him and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Marian had already covered Victor. "I'm going to bring this bucket into the kitchen before it makes more of a mess on the rug." 

"Trent woke up for a minute when I was untying him but I have a feeling he's not going to remember. He seems a little out of it. What am I saying? Trent is out of it when he's completely sober." She turned to Laci. "Does he really call you as much as he says he does?"

"He does and I honestly don't mind although it drives Donovan crazy," Laci responded. "I know he doesn't mean to be a pest. He's actually very sweet and I kind of look forward to his calls. I have to be honest. I love my job but Marian is a perfectionist and she'd be the first one to agree. It gets a little stressful sometimes. I want to be a good mother to Matthew. That's so important to me. And now that I have my father back in my life, I want to spend as much time as I can reconnecting with him. Victor does a tremendous amount around here but I still have certain responsibilities. Donovan definitely keeps me busy. Sometimes it feels like I'm thinking for everyone except myself."

Marian overheard Laci as she re-entered the room. "She also tries to give Jeremy as much attention as she can, which I appreciate more than I can say. Even though Victor is amazing, I spend so many hours working and Laci fills in some of the gaps. We have a wonderful little family here. It doesn't fit the typical pattern but it works for us. What matters is the kids are growing up happy and we all get along. Well, most of us get along. Victor and Donovan are great friends who annoy the hell out of each other and always need a referee. Laci helps with that, too. And let's not forget Donovan's ongoing battle with Virgil the First. My cousin is not easy to deal with sometimes."

Laci laughed at Marian's statement. "I truly love Donovan. He's a wonderful father and an incredible husband but, sometimes, he can be a little high maintenance. Believe me, Sara, talking to Trent is kind of like a vacation for me. I know his problems are important to him but most of what he frets about is ridiculous. He has a manager and a driver and a personal assistant and everything is done for him, so I think he forgets how to do things for himself. Has he seriously forgotten how to pick out his own clothes? Marian was right when she called them our man-children, but we love them just as they are. There really isn't one thing I would change about Donovan, including his unicorn phobia."

"That's how I feel about Victor. He's always there for me and Jeremy, he's 100% supportive of everything I do, nothing bothers him and nobody can irritate Donovan the way he can."

"Trent thinks of Victor as a friend but he looks up to Donovan. He likes that they both treat him as if he's just a regular person. He even likes it when Donovan growls at him."

"Donovan's a good growler," Laci acknowledged. 

"Always makes me wonder why he's got something against your horse, "Marian stated sardonically. "They seem so much alike."

"He doesn't get along with your unicorn and he's got something against your horse?" Sara sounded perplexed. "Does Donovan have some kind of equine issues?"

"Only when the equines in questions are Laci's admirers," Marian responded. "Like she said earlier, it's a long story.

Donovan's head was aching more than usual and his eyes seemed to be glued shut. He struggled for a moment to open them, only to find himself face to face with his nemesis, Virgil the hateful, staring unicorn. He wasn't sure if the groaning sound he was making was because of his pounding headache, the disastrous condition of the room around him, or the sneering and scornful look he was getting from Virgil. He decided it was most likely all three.

A few feet away, Victor was groaning just a little louder as he attempted to focus his own eyes. "What time is it," he asked Donovan, "and why are you trying to kiss Virgil? Don't you hate each other?"

"At the moment, I'd rather kiss him than you," Donovan pushed Virgil away, grumbling in reply. "What the hell happened?"

"Uhh..." Victor appeared to be trying to think. "Damned if I know. Last thing I remember Trent was the one kissing Virgil. Oh, and I remember spicy wings. A lot of them."

Donovan groaned again. "Do not, under any circumstances, mention spicy anything. I don't want to hear that word for the rest of my life. There isn't one inch of me that feels right. My head hurts. My gut hurts. My back hurts. My eyelashes hurt." He looked at Trent who was curled up on the sofa next to Victor, sleeping peacefully. "Why is he still here? Does he live here now? Surely somebody must be missing him. Maybe there's a reward for his return."

"Did you ever tell me what time it is? Or what day it is?"

Donovan glared as much as his headache would allow. "I don't know what day it is. What am I forgetting? Why did we start drinking?"

"That's a good question. We were wondering the same thing. It looks like almost everyone is finally awake." Donovan and Victor painfully turned their heads toward the sound. Marian was standing in the doorway. Laci, Sara and the dog-moose were by her side.

Victor was rubbing his own head as he struggled to sit upright. "Hi Honey," he greeted his wife.

"Hi yourself," Marian responded affectionately. "How are you feeling after your party last night?"

"I'm not sure," he responded. Victor looked at Donovan. "I don't remember a party. Did we have a party?"

"I don't recall very much of anything after I walked through the front door." Donovan was wincing at the sound of his own voice echoing in his head. "Yes, I do. You said our wives left us," he yelled at Victor accusingly. "Why the hell would you say something like that? I was frantic."

Victor squinted at Donovan and held his hands up as though trying to shield himself from the sound of his friend's voice. "It's all a little hazy."

"A little hazy? Let me assure you things will be perfectly clear after I wring your neck."

Laci shook her head with a frustrated smile. "Jeremy and Matthew are going to be three years old in a couple of weeks and they act more grown-up than the two of you. Matthew! Look who's here!"

The sound of little feet pounding across the floor made Donovan's headache worse. "DADDY! YOU'RE HOME!" Matthew ran into the room at top speed and propelled himself directly at Donovan who grimaced at the moment of impact.

"UNCLE DONOVAN!" Jeremy followed right behind Matthew and Donovan braced for a second crash.

"Hey, Matt," Donovan painfully greeted his exuberant son. "Jeremy."

Not one to be left out, Virgil number two lumbered across the room giving all three affectionate and slobbering moose kisses. Donovan wasn't feeling particularly well as he responded to the triple collision. He wasn't sure if the unwell feeling was due to Matthew and Jeremy who were bouncing on him or because Laci was giving him her special look and, at the moment, he wasn't in any shape to do a damn thing about it. Where was the aspirin? 

"Well," Marian stated, "to clear up any confusion, Laci and I went to pick up Sara so she could surprise Trent. We had no idea you'd be coming back earlier than expected, Donny, and since Virgil seems to have been the designated unicorn and may be the most reliable source of information, perhaps he can explain why Victor and Trent were tied together with yellow rope."

"Stupid unicorn must have tied them together," Donovan grumbled.

"And who tied you to Virgil?" Laci asked.

"I wasn't tied to Virgil," Donovan disputed. "He was probably trying to strangle me."

Trent opened his eyes and stretched. "I had a good dream. I had a dream Sara was here."

"I am here, Trent," Sara answered.

Startled, Trent looked around. "Sara? You really came back?"

"Of course I did, Trent and we'll talk about everything a little later but we have a question. Do you know why you and Victor were tied together? When we got in last night, the two of you were tied to each other with yellow rope and Donovan was tied to the unicorn. Can you tell us why?"

"Sure. Donovan and Victor taught me something. They're my friends. Virgil's my friend, too."

"What were they teaching you?" Marian asked with curiosity.

Trent was frowning as he looked first at Donovan then at Victor. "I can't remember."

Laci didn't sound especially convinced when she turned to Trent. "Well, you can tell us later. Maybe it will all come back to you and your friends while you're cleaning up this room."

"We have to clean up? Aren't you going to help?" Donovan asked.

"Marian is going to work. Sara and I are taking the kids to their favorite playground as a special reward for being so good yesterday during that long drive. There's coffee in the kitchen if any of you feel up to having some and Victor knows where the trash bags are. C'mon boys. Time for the playground."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 06



"We're going to the playground with the rockets," an excited Matthew told Donovan. "Bye, Daddy." Donovan flinched slightly as Matthew and Jeremy scrambled off his lap. "Bye, Uncle Victor. Bye, Uncle Trent. C'mon, Virgil." He took off running, followed by Virgil and Jeremy.

"Bye, Daddy," Jeremy called to Victor. "Bye, Uncle Donovan. Bye, Uncle Trent."

"Bye," Donovan, Victor, and Trent called in unison and with little enthusiasm.

"I guess we'll see you later." Marian walked over and kissed Victor on the cheek.

"And we'll have a long talk after I get back," Sara told Trent, kissing him before she headed out after the two boys.

"We'll have a long talk, too," Laci promised as she kissed Donovan. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget to bring the rope to our discussion. I have a lot to tell you about the fireplaces."

Fireplaces? Damn! Where the hell was the aspirin? "You're all leaving again? Do we honestly have to clean this up all by ourselves," Donovan groused, "especially the way we feel?"

"Donovan, it's your office. If you choose not to clean it up, that's your decision, however I would appreciate it if you would take Virgil back upstairs and return him to his throne of honor." Laci gave Virgil a kiss on the top of his head. "Virgil, thank you for taking care of everyone. I'm glad you were here to be in charge and keep an eye on things." Donovan was positive Virgil was flirting with Laci and smiling his sly unicorn smile as he watched her exiting the room.

"Bye, Honey. See you later," Marian called to Victor.

The three men sat in silence for a moment, surveying the wreckage of the room. Finally Victor spoke. "Well, at least Marian didn't seem mad at me, so I'm good."

"And Sara came back, so I'm great," Trent spoke with enthusiasm. "She doesn't hate me anymore."

"I'm sure we can find someone else to hate you, Trent. I'm pretty sure I can think of at least one person who wouldn't mind hating you."

"Wow! You always try to help. You're a really good friend. Thanks, Donovan."

Donovan shook his head and buried his face in his hands. 

Donovan's To Do List

1.Find aspirin and swallow as many as possible

2.Nurse hangover and swear to never drink again

3.Have a really long talk about the fireplace (don't forget rope)

4.Clean up office

5.Convince Virgil number two to snack on Virgil number one

6.Explain sarcasm to new best friend, Trent

7.Continue the fireplace seminar

Chapter 6 The Vanishing

For Donovan, the day felt as if it was progressing at a snail's pace. He'd been away from Laci for almost a month and an extended fireplace discourse was essential. Really, really essential. 

He had generously shared his aspirin with Victor and Trent, all of them swearing never to partake in any type of alcoholic beverage ever again. 

The office was back to its regular appearance very quickly, thanks mostly to Victor who seemed to have rapidly recovered from his spicy wing and beer encounter. Trent was unaware that he was teetering on Donovan's last nerve as he chattered joyfully and endlessly about his wonderful Sara. Donovan attempted, unsuccessfully, to get caught up on some work while wondering how long it was going to be until he could finally get his wife alone. He had a lot to say about the fireplace. All the fireplaces.

Upon their return from the playground, Matthew and Jeremy showed very loud enthusiasm for the ranch plays sets they received as gifts. Within minutes, the two boys, joined by Victor and Trent, sat on the floor noisily setting up their ranches and corralling their horses. And ranch people. GRRR!

When Sara returned from her play date with the boys she greeted Trent with affectionate eagerness making him chatter even more. When Marian returned from work she headed straight into Victor's arms for a loving hug before grabbing another hug from the always moving Jeremy. When Laci returned she laughingly joined the ranchers on the floor for a few minutes before heading into the kitchen to start dinner for the entire group but barely said a word to her husband, only giving him her special look. 

Dinner was delicious, accompanied by laughter and everyone talking at once. A no longer forlorn Trent dominated most of the conversation, repeatedly talking about his newfound best friends and how great they had been for listening and offering their help. He still wasn't clear about what he had learned from them and why he needed rope to learn it but he was sure it was something only good friends did for each other. Laci almost never took her eyes off her husband. It was driving Donovan crazy. 

After dinner, Marian and Victor took Jeremy home while Trent and Sara headed to the guest house. Donovan helped Matthew with his bath and got a detailed description of the morning spent climbing the rockets at his and Jeremy's favorite playground. 

After story time and goodnight kisses, a sleepy Matthew declared nothing was better than a good night kiss from his mom. When his dad wholeheartedly agreed, Laci looked at her husband and left the room.

Fireplace. Matches. Sparks. Flames. Blaze. Inferno. Donovan followed as quickly as possible.

In the house next door, Jeremy was sound asleep while his mom and dad shared some quiet time.

"Did you really make Donovan believe I left you and Laci left him?"

Victor nodded sheepishly. "Well I wasn't really sure where you went so it wasn't that hard. It's fun making him crazy and I can't help it if he overreacts to everything. All things considered, I actually think we had a good time, even Donovan, although none of us can remember what the hell we did last night. Must've been all those spicy wings."

"I'm sure it was the wings. Those seventy-five beers had absolutely nothing to do with it and I'm still waiting for an explanation about the rope. Seeing you tied to Trent and Donovan tied to Virgil was quite a sight." Marian leaned over for a kiss. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Between the two of us, we'll think of something interesting." Victor grinned at her. "Maybe something that involves tying since I seemed to have practiced last night. Just a suggestion."

In the guest house, Sara and Trent were also snuggled together.

"Trent, you can't get hysterical every time something doesn't go your way. You seem to forget that I see how it is on movie sets. You're spoiled and pampered, people cater to you constantly but that doesn't give you the right or reason to act that way all the time. I want to know I can depend on you. That's very important to me."

"I promise to be dependable whenever I can. I might need a little help sometimes. Laci always helps me with stuff. Can I still call her?"

"As long as it's okay with her, of course you can, but I'm hoping you'll call me, Trent. Laci has been an amazing friend to you, to both of us. It was very nice of her to call and tell me how overwrought you were because I said I wanted to think about getting married. Marriage is a huge step for anyone."

"I know but I see how happy Victor and Marian are and how happy Laci and Donovan are and I want that, too. I really thought you were going to say no. You're the only person, besides Laci, I've ever trusted. Can I really call you and are you really sure about getting married? You don't want to think about it anymore? Can we get married right away?"

"I'm absolutely sure," Sara assured him, "and we can get married whenever you want. I know it will be an adjustment for both of us but you make me very happy. That's what matters."

Wearing only his robe, Donovan was pacing in the master bedroom he shared with his wife. Usually when they were apart for even a couple of hours, she couldn't wait to get him alone any more than he could wait to get her all to himself. He'd been away for nearly an entire month and now he'd been waiting all day. What was taking so long? 

For a man whose life had always revolved around himself and the need to command his world, he remained at a disadvantage when dealing with Laci. Without saying a single word, she had mesmerized him. He had seen that look in her eyes when he woke up in his office and he was positive she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She had watched him all during dinner making him almost choke on his food just by knowing what was on her mind. How could she have such power over him with a simple look? Power, be damned. He just wanted her.

What was she doing? Why was she making him wait? Laci was so unpredictable. He never knew what to expect, not that it mattered. Whatever she was planning would be fantastic. At the moment, he just wanted her to hurry up. He'd waited long enough. 

Damn! She was making him feel like a horny teenager which wasn't unusual. She always made him feel that way. Donovan knew he had the silliest grin on his face and he didn't care one bit. The slightest thought of her excited him. Hearing her voice aroused him. One look at her was electrifying. When she touched him, he almost combusted. He supposed it was a good thing she used her powers for good rather than evil, although with Laci, evil wasn't such a bad thing.

He was always astonished that she still had this effect on him even after all this time. In his role as Master Donovan, he had maintained absolute control over the slaves he had trained. One look at his Prom Queen and the word control meant just about as much to him, as the word submissive meant to her.

"I would suppose fireplaces, in some form, have been used for centuries. It's always been very essential and practical for people to stay warm by their fireplaces. We should probably continue the tradition and generate a little heat of our own." 

He turned at the sound of her voice. His blood pressure rose about fifty degrees and his knees felt like marshmallow. 

Laci was standing in the doorway, casually leaning against the frame. How the hell could she look so innocent? No one with innocence on their mind had ever looked like she looked at that moment.

The nightgown she was wearing seemed to be silk. The soft, deep, dusty rose color made her blue eyes seem even bluer and her radiant sunbeams were shooting in every direction. Did he say innocent? That might have been the wrong word considering how the nightgown clung to her as if it had been painted on to every curve of her body. 

What was he supposed to be doing again? Oh, yeah. Right. Breathing. Deeply. Several times.

"Laci, do you have a black dress?"

She looked slightly puzzled at his question. "Yes. I have several. Why?"

"Just figured I'd check. You're very good at surprises and you keep doing these things to me so I have to presume that you're obvious intention is killing me and you're probably not going to have time to go shopping since I'm going to be dead in about two minutes. And just so you know, I'm fine if you want sunflowers for my funeral. I know how much you like them so feel free to order as many as you want."

He excelled at nervous babbling. She was across the room and in his arms so fast he hardly saw her move. Wasn't he wearing a robe? He was almost positive he had one on just a few minutes ago. He had never quite been able to understand the temporary blackouts he seemed to experience when his wife was doing the things she did. Oh well. He was becoming more accustomed to them.

Ahhh...slithering. He loved slithering. When the hell had she learned to slither vertically? He had only been away for a few weeks? How had she upgraded her slithering skills? Damn! The silk of her nightgown felt great against his bare skin. 

Her arms were clutching his neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist as she rained her little kisses across his jaw and down his neck. He had grabbed her ass and was holding on, not certain if he was supporting her or just from the need to hold on as tightly as he could to keep himself from getting lightheaded. All part of the temporary blackouts. No worries. They usually only lasted for an hour or two. Three at the most.

He ran his hands up and down the soft silk. Was it still her nightgown or was that her skin pressed against him? He loved how every one of her soft curves seemed to fit into his hard body just as if they were their own personal jigsaw puzzle. And if it always felt like this, she could continue to puzzle him just as much as she wanted. Laci was exceptionally good at puzzling her husband. She was blissfully puzzling. Puzzling was good. This might be the night for one of those super-colossal 10,000 piece puzzles. Might even take all night to assemble it. 

"Donovan?"

What was happening? Was it another blackout? She seemed to have stopped slithering and puzzling.

"Donovan, where's Virgil?"

"What?" Was he hearing correctly? Was this a new kind of puzzle? 

"Virgil," she said again. "Where's Virgil?"

"Umm...what?" Was she playing one of Victor's damned word games?

Laci pulled out of his arms. "Donovan, where is Virgil?"

He had just been about to fit the puzzle pieces together and she was asking about the dog-moose? "Umm...isn't he in Matt's room. He always sleeps in there. Can we talk about this later?"

"Not Virgil. Virgil. Where is my unicorn? He's not on his chair. Did you shove him in the closet again?"

Was this part of the temporary blackouts? "Umm...what?"

With an accusatory look, she headed to her closet as he stood alone in the center of the room feeling vaguely disoriented. This wasn't the kind of puzzle he had been anticipating. A moment later, he watched her going into his closet. What was she doing? Any why was she doing it? Wrong kind of puzzle. He was positive. How could he be puzzled by the puzzle? 

"Donovan, where is Virgil? He isn't in either closet. This morning he was in your office and I asked you to bring him back up here. Where did you put him?"

Was she serious? They had been in the middle of assembling a really good puzzle and she was asking about the damned unicorn? The damned unicorn with the stupid name? The damned unicorn that stared at him and hated him? Virgil? She was asking about Virgil?

"I brought him up and put him on his chair. He tried to bite me." Donovan turned to look accusingly at his hater. The chair was empty. "I have no idea where he is. Can we look for him later? Or tomorrow? Or never?"

"Where did you put him?" she questioned again.

"Laci, I brought him up here and put him on the chair."

"Then where is he?" she wanted to know.

"How should I know? Maybe Matt took him."

"Donovan, we were just in Matthew's room when we put him to bed. Virgil was curled up in his bed almost asleep. Virgil wasn't there. And I can't believe you'd try to blame Matthew."

"Damn it! Why did you have to call both of them Virgil. It's a stupid enough name without being a confusing stupid name. One is bad enough. No one needs two Virgils in their life."

"So you decided to eliminate one of them? And why are you changing the subject, Donovan? No one else gets confused and no one else thinks the name Virgil is stupid. Where did you put my unicorn?"

"Maybe Trent took him. Last night they were madly in love with each other. Maybe Trent wanted to have a threesome with Sara," he answered sarcastically.

Laci glared at him. "We both saw Trent and Sara leave and Virgil wasn't with them. Are you also going to blame Victor and Marian? The only one they left with was Jeremy. Is he next? Are you going to accuse Jeremy?"

"You're accusing me," Donovan stated sullenly. "You asked me to put him on the chair and I put him on the chair. Maybe he decided to go out with one of his unicorn girlfriends and do what we do. Hell of a lot better than sitting in the chair and watching everything we do. Creepy little pervert. Always staring at me with those beady little black eyes. He hates me."

"Where did you put him when you cleaned up the office? Did you shove him into one of the trash bags and throw him away? You've been threatening him for as long as you've known him. Is that what happened?"

"I can't believe we're arguing about your unicorn. He has to be around somewhere. We'll look for him tomorrow. Maybe Virgil the second finally made moose chow out of him."

"Who else are you going to blame? So far it's been Trent, your son and the dog. Who's next Donovan? Is there a unicorn-napper in the neighborhood? Are you going to tell me someone is holding him for ransom? There's only one person whoever had a problem with Virgil and that's you."

"Why are you blaming me? Maybe he unicorn-napped himself. Little bastard hates me. Would be just like the shifty-eyed little creep to try and set me up to take the blame for something he did. Wouldn't put it past him to fake his own unicorn-napping. He's always been sneaky. Never trusted him. Who knows what else he's capable of? He's probably been plotting this for years. He's probably the head of some nefarious unicorn syndicate. I'll bet anything he has a bunch of degenerate unicorn friends and he's the ring-leader. Sure he sits there looking all innocent with that pink satin horn of his but he's trouble. Who knows what unscrupulous and underhanded things he's got planned? I'm lucky I've survived this long living with that diabolical little monster. He's always been out to get me."

"So you decided to get him first?" Laci wanted to know. "Do you hear yourself? You're babbling and accusing a stuffed toy of plotting against you. The only time you babble is when you get nervous. Why are you nervous if you aren't responsible for his disappearance?"

"I'm not nervous," Donovan defended himself, "I didn't make him disappear and I'm...pleading the fifth."

The look in her cornflower blue eyes was not exactly the special look he was hoping for. "Donovan, what did you do with my unicorn? Where is Virgil??"

To be continued...

I could not end the story of the Prince of Darkness and the Prom Queen without a salute to everyone's favorite unicorn. Parts six and seven came to be wondering what he could possibly do to cause more trouble and further exasperate Donovan. Virgil has one more special surprise in store. 

Bigg_Mike -- Thank you for everything!! And I mean EVERYTHING!!

CHWH



Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 07



Chapter 1 Ei Incumbit Probatio Qui Dicit, Non Qui Negat.

English translation: The burden of proof is on he who declares, not on he who denies.

True maybe in a court of law but not in Donovan Corbett's world. No one in his world appeared at all familiar with the fundamental right of innocent until proven guilty.

Two weeks had passed. Two very long weeks.

14 days.

336 hours.

20,160 minutes.

107,209 accusatory glares aimed directly at Donovan.

Where was Virgil?

The hunt had started almost immediately with Laci and Victor leading and organizing the search. Trent and Sara were happy to join as were Matthew and Jeremy who proved especially useful for looking under things and in low places. Because of work, only Marian could not join the Virgil pursuit but she stayed updated and offered regular encouragement and suggestions from her office.

Every inch of the house was searched. No room or area was left untouched. Under beds. Every closet. The basement and attic. Behind curtains. On top of every high place and under every low place. In drawers and boxes. On shelves and under tables. Behind the furniture. In all the cupboards. The chimneys. All the nooks and crannies.

Where was Virgil?

The search party moved to the guest house. Like the main house, every area was scrutinized. Next Marian and Victor's home was inspected. The dog-moose even offered his assistance by helpfully sniffing all sections of the grounds and gardens.

Where was Virgil?

For a while, Donovan attempted to show his support by joining the Virgil safari but the disparaging remarks and reproachful looks soon had him feeling like an unjustly accused and already condemned perpetrator. He hid in the safety of his office which was rapidly becoming known as 'the scene of the crime'.

What crime? Was someone going to shine a bright light at him during an interrogation? Were they going to dust for fingerprints? Was a DNA test possible to prove innocence? Did stuffed and hateful unicorns have DNA? Hopefully so, because in this case it meant Donovan Needs Assistance. A lot of assistance.

No one was actually and outwardly blaming Donovan for Virgil's disappearance but no one seemed to believe he was above suspicion. There was not one single trace of the unicorn anywhere and it was common knowledge that Virgil was beloved by everyone except only one person.

Trent was mourning the loss of the fuzzy friend who had been there for him when he needed a shoulder to lean on. Recalling the many disparaging remarks Donovan had made about Virgil, Trent could not imagine anyone else would have a reason to dispose of the unicorn. While not exactly accusing Donovan, he certainly was not jumping to his defense.

Having only recently met Virgil, Sara was trying to keep an open mind but after hearing the stories about Donovan's many unicorn disputes, she had to agree with Trent.

Marian felt obligated to give her cousin the benefit of the doubt, after all, what would he gain by getting rid of Virgil? A few less beady eyed stares? A little less snarling? Was that grounds for indictment? She had to admit, however, that no one else had any animosity for the unicorn.

Victor did his best to defend his friend but had to be honest when stating that his last known sighting of Virgil had been when he saw the unicorn being carried out of the office by Donovan. From that time on, Virgil had not been seen again.

Matthew and Jeremy didn't exactly make any accusations but Donovan shook his head with frustrated feelings of guilt when the boys made their suspicions obvious by protectively grabbing and holding on to their toys whenever he entered the room.

Even Virgil, usually loyal dog-moose and ally, was looking at Donovan with uncertainty.

And then, of course, there was Laci. Judging from the looks he'd been receiving from her, she'd been taking glare lessons from Virgil. Damned unicorn had probably been only too happy to share his secrets of mastering the perfect Donovan hating stare. Like the others she did not outwardly accuse Donovan however her icy gaze made him almost certain a firing squad would be waiting if he stepped outside the front door.

Even worse, she was almost completely ignoring him. The love of his life who loved having sex with her husband was acting as if he wasn't even in the same house. Was there typically a moratorium on sex while in mourning for a unicorn? How the hell long was that mourning period supposed to last? Surely the 20,160 minutes that had already passed were enough. Unicorns weren't the only creatures that were horny. Husbands were horny, too. Some husbands were really horny.

He had recently returned from a training session during which time they had been apart for nearly a month. Two more weeks had passed since the unicorn's departure. Why wasn't she as horny as he was? Laci was always horny. She loved sex. He could hardly keep up with her. On the night of the vanishing she had been on the verge of seducing him as only she could. He had been ready then. He was even more ready now but seduction and fireplace lectures were suddenly not on her mind. The only thing on her mind was the puzzling disappearance of Virgil.

Donovan had never seen her so bothered and bewildered. It wasn't at all like her. Laci was always cool and calm. If there was anything cool about her it was the attitude directed at her husband. The really horny one. At this particular moment, Donovan was almost certain if he suggested taking another trip, she would willingly and happily pack for him and send him on his way. Probably tell him not to rush back, either.

He watched her flutter around the room, aware that she had changed into a black nightgown. Long and silky, it clung to her curves in every place that he, himself, wanted to be clinging.

Option one: she had forgiven him and was going to seduce him. Probably not.

Option two: she had worn black to coincide with her dark mood. Possible.

Option three: she was thinking death to Donovan and wanted to be attired in the appropriate color.

Ding-ding-ding!! We have a winner!!

Finally she seemed to finish whatever she was doing, silently climbing into bed. At least she hadn't moved out of their bedroom. Hesitantly he joined her, almost fearing she was going to kick him out but she didn't. She was lying next to him, looking straight up at the ceiling. He had to do something. The room was cloaked in darkness until he finally reached up and flicked on the light.

"Laci, I didn't take your unicorn, he stated emphatically.

"Why do you feel the need to keep saying that?" she questioned skeptically. "I have not heard one person accuse you yet you keep denying any involvement."

"That's because you're all making me feel like some kind of damned unicorn assassin," Donovan was close to shouting. "Trent is afraid to turn his back on me. The kids hide their toys when they see me coming and the dog-moose stands guard over Matt and Jeremy every time I enter the room. Does he think I'm going to do away with them, too?"

He loved when she got that special look in her big, cornflower blue eyes but the look he was seeing was not the one he wanted to see. This look was cool, almost bordering on cold and more than a little suspicious. "Interesting choice of words. Do away with them, too? Have you done away with someone else?"

"What? NO! Do you see how upset I am? I don't even know what I'm saying. I didn't take the damned unicorn. Stop implying that I did!"

"Donovan, I have never implied anything but you disliked Virgil right from the first time you heard his name. What's wrong with the name Virgil?"

"Nothing if you happen to be a dead Roman poet. It's a stupid name for a unicorn. Virgil. Who the hell would name a unicorn Virgil? Stupid name," he grumbled.

"I would and it suits him." Cold was turning to frosty. "I'm sorry you disagree. I had no idea you were such an expert in unicorn names."

"That's not what I meant," he argued. "You're accusing me without evidence."

"Donovan, I have not accused you but there seems to be quite a bit of circumstantial evidence which points in your direction." Frosty had become wintery.

"Like what? What circumstantial evidence," he challenged. "Directions can be wrong. Maybe your GPS needs to be calibrated."

"Who is the one person who always complains that Virgil stares?"

"I do and he does stare. He has creepy, beady little black eyes that stare at me with hate and jealousy. He used to sleep with you. Now I sleep with you or at least I used to sleep with you. I'm beginning to understand his point on that issue."

"Who has repeatedly tried to get Matthew and Jeremy to take Virgil for a walk?" Wintery was turning to frigid. "How many times have you tried to encourage those two little boys to do your dirty work and drag Virgil downstairs and into the yard? I've heard you telling them to bury him in their sandbox. I've heard you telling them unicorns like sand, like to pretend they're camels. And who said 'Let's throw Virgil into a tree and see how long it takes him to climb down?' Can you answer that?"

"I wasn't serious. They can't throw that high anyway. He would've climbed down with no problem," Donovan reasoned.

Frigid was spinning straight to polar. "And how many times have you tried to get Virgil to use Virgil as a chew bone? How often have you threatened to turn Virgil into moose chow? Did you know threatening an endangered species is a felony? If convicted, you could be looking at jail time."

"CONVICTED OF WHAT?" Donovan was shouting again. "Since when is a stuffed unicorn an endangered species? Have you been talking to Victor again?"

Polar had turned to Arctic. "Facts are facts, Donovan. Only one person has ever had a problem with Virgil who, by the way, has never hurt or threatened you or anyone else. Furthermore, you were the last person to be seen with him. Victor said you carried him out of the office and Virgil has not been seen since. What did you do with him?"

"I already told you. I brought him upstairs and put him on the chair. It's not my fault he ran away to make me look bad. He's fiendish. Probably hiding out somewhere, watching everything that's going on, laughing at my suffering. He's been trying to get rid of me for years but I'm on to him. He's always hated me. He sits there pretending to be all sweet and devoted but he's been plotting this whole time and now he's finally getting his revenge."

"You're accusing a stuffed toy of running away? You're accusing a stuffed toy of plotting against you and trying to get revenge?" Laci asked.

"How much do you know about him? Who knows what he does when we're not around? He could be involved with any number of unicorn hoodlums. Ever do a background check on him? Ever check his hoof prints?"

"Are you serious? Unicorn hoodlums? Hoof prints? He's a stuffed toy," Laci was getting more and more impatient. "What's next? How much more are you going to blame on him? Are you going to try and make me believe that he vanished because he's in the Witness Protection Program? Did he witness his own unicorn-napping?"

"I have the right to remain silent," Donovan pouted.

"Yes, you do and that's probably a wise decision," Laci agreed. She stood up and walked out of the room.

He sighed in frustration. Apparently, he also had the right to remain supremely horny.

He had just spent nearly a month in his persona of Master Donovan training and reading the slaves under his control as if they were signs along a road. They had followed every one of his commands without hesitation. He had observed and hadn't missed a single nuance or cue from any one of them. He had been in absolute control.

Now he was in his own home, with his own wife and, as usual, he was floundering with no idea what to do. He couldn't fault her for being suspicious but why was it so difficult to convince the one person he loved more than anyone, of his innocence?

Donovan was almost positive he could hear the sound of diabolical unicorn giggling.

Chapter 2 The Story of Virgil

Laci was sitting in the garden happily watching Jeremy and Matthew playing alongside Virgil the dog-moose and their over-grown big brothers, Victor and Trent. Startled when she felt an arm going around her shoulder and a kiss on her cheek, she looked up then smiled. "Hi Dad. Are you all settled in?"

"Hi, sweetheart. I am settled and looking forward to a nice long visit. I love coming down here and spending time with you." He gazed across the yard. "Matthew and Jeremy get bigger every time I see them. My third grandson, Trent, also seems to be doing well. Didn't you say he has a home in California? Did he forget where it is?"

Laci had to laugh. "You're starting to sound like Donovan. Trent does indeed have a home in California and it's quite nice. I've actually seen it but I think he likes being here because he can be himself and isn't always looking over his shoulder for photographers chasing him. When he first started visiting here, people were curious but now the residents just accept him and leave him alone. He and Sara have been looking at houses. They're hoping to make Georgia their permanent residence after they get married. I really don't mind having him here but I'm hoping when they have their own place he won't be such a frequent visitor."

"Trent is a bit unusual. I don't think I've ever known a bona fide celebrity before. I've seen him in films and on TV and he's a good actor but he's a little crazy."

"Actually, he's a lot crazy. And he thinks Victor is a little crazy and Victor is sure Donovan is a little crazy and Donovan is positive Victor and Trent are completely crazy so that gives you some idea about the world I live in and I wouldn't change any of it."

"Any news on the missing unicorn? Is Donovan still the prime suspect in the strange and mysterious disappearance of Virgil?"

"Unfortunately, the answer is yes and I don't know what to believe anymore. Donovan doesn't lie unless he loses control, panics and overreacts to something but he is acting very guilty. The thing is, he knows how much Virgil means to me so I can't believe he would get rid of him but I can't imagine anyone else would have taken him, either."

"Why does Virgil mean so much, Laci?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" she asked John.

"Uh oh. Is this one of the stories from the missing years that's going to make me feel guilty?" John wanted to know.

Laci smiled at her father. "Dad, we've put those years behind us. What matters is we've reconnected and we're a family again. Neither of us should feel guilty for what happened. They weren't the best years but they made me a strong, self-reliant person."

"Agreed. No guilt. So tell me the story of Virgil."

Laci sighed. "Well, when everything first happened, I was pretty young. I wasn't sure what to tell people or who to trust. I didn't really want to tell anyone that my parents walked away from me. I had no idea what reactions I'd get and I didn't want people feeling sorry for me or making things harder so I became somewhat of a loner. I kept to myself at school. Pulled away from friends. Focused only on school and work. The people at the ranch were always very nice but most of them had worked there and known each other for years and until I proved myself, I was the outsider."

"I'm so sorry, honey. That must have been very hard for you."

"It was lonely, more lonely than hard. Anyway, when I started living at the ranch, the room was nice but I wanted to get a few things to make it feel like my home. When I went shopping, I saw a unicorn sitting on a shelf looking as lonely as I felt so I bought him and brought him home with me. I named my new unicorn Virgil. We were reading Dante's Inferno in school and, being a typical overly dramatic teenager, Virgil was Dante's guide through hell and I thought my life was hell so it seemed appropriate."

John Grace chuckled at his daughter's comment. "So much for making me not feel guilty. It's no surprise you turned into such an amazing writer. Go on, honey."

"From that day on, Virgil was always there for me. Every day when I came home from school, it was Virgil I was coming home to. When I finished working, no matter how late it was, Virgil was always there waiting for me. When something good happened or something not so good happened, I shared it with Virgil. When I was voted Prom Queen, Virgil was the first one I told. When I started having feelings for Donovan, Virgil knew before I even told Donovan. I guess it seems a little silly now. I'm certainly not lonely anymore. I have a wonderful and loving husband, a beautiful son. I have you and this whole weird and remarkable little family but Virgil will always be special. He got me through some tough times. He was my family when I was alone. I miss him."

"Have you told Donovan how much Virgil means to you?"

"Most of it." Laci smiled. "I never told him why I named my unicorn Virgil and I left out the part about telling Virgil I was falling in love with Donovan before I told Donovan. I wasn't sure how he'd take that bit of news. Donovan seems to think of Virgil as his competition so it seemed better not to tell him that."

John thought for a moment. "Honey, for what it's worth, Donovan loves you. I knew that the first time I spoke to him and he's only proven it more every time I've seen him since. I can't believe he would deliberately get rid of Virgil knowing how important he is to you. I don't think Donovan would ever intentionally cause you hurt of any kind."

"Mostly I would agree with that, Dad, although my husband does seem to have a slightly unusual obsession with my unicorn. Donovan is acting very guilty but I'm not convinced he's responsible for what happened. The trouble is that none of this explains what happened. Victor saw Donovan take Virgil out of the office. Donovan swears he put Virgil on the chair, so where is he? Stuffed unicorns don't walk away by themselves."

"And you don't think anyone else could be responsible? Could something have happened accidentally and whoever is involved is afraid to admit it?"

"I've thought of that. Matthew and Jeremy are not exactly hardened criminals. If something had happened, even accidentally, I think they would have confessed. The last time I saw Virgil, he was sitting just a few feet from Donovan. Sara and I took the kids to the playground and Marian went to work so the men were the only ones here."

"What about Virgil number two?"

"He went to the playground with us and he's not at all interested in Virgil the First even with all of Donovan's urging and suggestions. Even if he had decided to chew up my unicorn, I think we would have found some evidence. Big as he is, there's no way Virgil could swallow Virgil in a single gulp. There would have been remnants somewhere."

"That makes sense. Could someone have broken in?" John asked.

"I suppose it's possible but nothing is missing except Virgil and we have a security system so it doesn't seem likely. Why would a stranger steal a stuffed unicorn?"

"Good point. I guess that brings you back full circle to the men."

"Yes, but I still have no answers. Trent is a good actor so he could have done something and be covering it up. He's also slightly naïve and childlike and I can see him feeling very guilty if he had been responsible. I think he would have cracked by now. The first one I thought of was Victor. He lives to drive Donovan crazy. It's exactly the kind of thing he'd do but if he had Virgil, he would have told me. He'd want me to keep up the charade but he would have been honest and told me the truth."

"And that leaves Donovan as the only suspect."

"And my husband has proclaimed his innocence at least a dozen times. I don't know what to think or believe. Virgil didn't just walk away. He has to be somewhere."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 07



"Laci, I don't know how you do everything you do. You work, look after your family, look after your extended family, look after me, you're helping Sara and Trent plan their wedding and now you're conducting a unicorn hunt. Are you at all familiar with the word r-e-l-a-x? I think I got off easy. All I have to do is walk Sara down the aisle."

"Thank you for being concerned, Dad, but it's not as hard as it sounds. Victor does quite a bit. Donovan helps him look after Matthew and Jeremy. When Trent is here, he loves playing with the boys. Marian tells us all what to do. I'm not sure how and I'm not sure why but it all seems to work." Laci smiled again. "It was lovely that you agreed to walk Sara down the aisle. We've talked quite a lot and she enjoys being here with all of us. She doesn't have any family so it means the world to her and Trent."

"Well, I missed having my chance with you, so I'm happy to do it for Sara although I think I'll actually be pretending I'm holding your arm. Trent has no family either?"

"Just his Mom. She loves Sara and thinks her son is the luckiest man in the world. She lives in Florida and she'll be here in a few days.

"Has it been a lot of extra work?"

"Not really. It's going to be very small, pretty much a carbon copy of when Donovan and I got married. Trent and Sara both wanted to keep it personal so there wasn't very much to do. Their main concern was keeping the press and photographers away so no one except our family even knows what's happening. They are both deliriously happy. And Marian is happy because her magazine has exclusive rights to Trent's wedding photos. The boys are happy because they get to be ring bearers, even though they think they're the 'ring bears' and get to growl. Victor is happy but he's always happy. Donovan is happy but I'm pretty sure it's because Trent is starting work on a new film and will be heading up to Canada."

"So everyone is happy except you and you won't be happy until you find Virgil."

"I suppose that's true. I hate to suspect Donovan but I can't figure out who else could be responsible for Virgil's disappearance."

Chapter 3 The Disoriented Express

Donovan was sitting at his desk, looking out the window at the garden and feeling both horny and very sorry for himself, when Victor wandered into the room.

"Hey, Daddy-bug."

"Damn it, Victor. You've been calling me that for almost three years and for that entire time I've been telling you I hate it and asking you to stop. When are you going to respect my request?"

"All in favor of me not calling you Daddy-bug, please raise your hand." With a snort of annoyance Donovan raised his hand in the air. "All in favor of upholding the Daddy-bug tradition, please vote now." Victor raised both hands in the air. "Sorry, Donovan. By a vote of two to one, the Daddy-bug name is upheld."

Donovan gave Victor a dirty look. "That's election fraud. Unless you want something I'd appreciate it if you'd take yourself and your crooked voting methods out of here and leave me alone."

"It's nap time for Jeremy, Matthew and Trent so I thought I'd come visit for a while."

Donovan shook his head. "Nap time for Trent? Does he have his security blanket and pacifier? What the hell is wrong with Sara? She seems so normal. What does she see in that moron? Yesterday I saw Matt teaching him how to stick the straw in a juice bag."

"This coming from the man who didn't even know what a juice bag or box was until a couple of years ago. And I have not forgotten how you made the baby powder explode. Still trying to figure out how you managed that. Remember when you taped your tie to Noodle-bug's diaper? And let's not forget the smoke alarm incident. Considering all the mistakes you made, you shouldn't be the first to throw stones at Trent."

"Can I throw them at you?"

"Maybe you should consider being a little nicer since I'm the only friend you have at the moment. People who commit unicorn crimes don't usually have many friends."

"What unicorn crimes? I didn't commit any unicorn crimes. How many times do I have to say it? And I'm not sure I'd consider you a friend since you were the one to tell Laci that I was the last to see Virgil. That was a huge help. Thanks, friend. I don't know where that obnoxious creature is but I know I didn't do anything to him. Go away."

"Was it an accident? Laci would understand. Confess. You'll feel better."

"I didn't do anything. I'm not confessing to something I didn't do. Go away."

"Maybe you blacked out. You're not used to drinking that much," Victor speculated.

"I didn't do anything to the unicorn. Leave me alone."

"Amnesia! Hysterical, traumatic amnesia! You couldn't control yourself because you saw something horrible and it caused hysterical, traumatic amnesia!"

"If seeing something horrible was causing me to forget, I should have forgotten you a long time ago. I don't know what happened to the damned unicorn. I don't care what happened to him. Stupid thing hated me. I'm glad he's gone."

"That's good, Donovan. Focus. It's all coming back to you. Was it a crime of passion? Did you lose control and snap? You can tell me. Confess."

"VICTOR! GO AWAY! I've told the truth. I don't know what happened. I wish I could figure it out. I hate seeing Laci upset. She never gets upset."

"That's a great idea!" Victor exclaimed. "We can analyze the crime. You like playing games. Let's play detective and figure this out. I'll help you remember."

"I hate playing games and there's nothing to remember. Besides, if you plan to help, I'll probably end up facing the gallows. Just go away and leave me alone."

"But if you figure out the mystery and find Virgil, you'll be a hero. I'll bet Laci would give you a reward. Probably a really good reward. Maybe one that involves some tying."

Donovan considered for a long and horny moment. "Fine. What do I have to do?"

"You're the suspect so, I'll be the detective. Okay, Mr. Corbett, since you were the last person to see the unicorn alive, tell me what you did that morning."

"What do you mean 'the last person to see the unicorn alive'? It's a damned stuffed animal. It's not dead. At least I don't think it is. Stop trying to make me feel guilty."

"You haven't answered the question," Detective Victor pointed out.

"This is ridiculous," Donovan growled. "You know exactly what I did that morning. You were there. We were here in the office. We woke up and none of us was feeling especially great. Marian, Laci and Sara were standing in the doorway wanting to know why we were hung over. I recall telling them you made me believe Marian left you and Laci left me." He glared at Victor. "I'd still like to know what your motive was for that, Mr. Detective. Maybe you had more to do with this than you're saying. How do I know you didn't have something to do with this whole unicorn caper? Is it a set up? How do I know you and Virgil aren't working together? He hates me and you live to drive me insane. How much is he paying you? It's all a plot, isn't it? A plot to get rid of me."

"Uh...Donovan? Don't you think you're getting just a little bit paranoid? I mean I know you and Virgil have your issues, but I'd never accept payment for driving you insane. I'd do that just for the fun of it."

"Thank you, Victor," Donovan said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"So what'd you do with Virgil?"

Donovan started rubbing his temples to ward off the impending headache he had come to associate with Victor related encounters. "I already told you. I've told all of you. Before Laci left, she asked me to bring Virgil upstairs. You and Trent had started to clean up the office. I grabbed Virgil and took him upstairs. I threw him on his chair. I came back downstairs. That was the last time I saw him. He was alive and sneering when I left the room. Why doesn't anyone believe me?"

"Well, maybe because you've had problems with Virgil right from the very beginning of your relationship with Laci. You always accuse him of watching you."

"He does watch me. He sits on the chair in the bedroom and the little pervert watches everything that happens in there. Don't you think that's strange?"

"Not as strange as you thinking a stuffed unicorn is a pervert."

"Damn it Victor. I thought you were trying to help."

"Playing detective hasn't worked real well, so let's try logic."

"Oh sure. Like that's going to be successful with you leading the logic parade," Donovan stated balefully. "At what time during any of our conversations have you been logical?"

"When I tell you to talk to Laci," Victor retorted smugly.

Donovan glared. "All right. Logic. I logically put the fucking unicorn on the fucking chair in the fucking bedroom which has seen surprisingly little fucking in recent weeks because the fucking unicorn fucking vanished. Is that fucking logical enough?"

"Poor attitude won't help, Donovan."

"Well how do you think I feel knowing that Laci is believing the worst of me and is sure I did something to Virgil? Stupid name. Hate that name. Virgil."

"Let's try the logic approach again."

"Let's try the going away and leaving me alone approach again."

Victor ignored Donovan and continued. "You claim to have brought Virgil upstairs and put him on his chair."

"I'm not claiming. It's a fact. I put him on the chair. I left him there."

"When did Laci realize he was gone?"

"Victor, we've all talked about this. After dinner Laci and I put Matt to bed. We went into our bedroom. I'd been away for almost a month so I was looking forward to...you know."

"Sex, Donovan. You wanted to have sex. You're a Dominant, remember? You're allowed to say the word. You used to say it all the time. Laci knows what it means. I know what it means. Marian taught me."

"I don't want to hear about your encounters with my cousin. Since meeting you, she always talks about sex. I grew up with her. She never talked about sex."

"Course not. Probably afraid you'd accuse her of being a pervert."

"Go away."

"Donovan, I'm trying to help you figure this out. Who do you think took Virgil?"

"Well, as long as you asked...gee...uh...I don't know...someone who likes to stir up just a little trouble...someone like...oh...uh...maybe...YOU! Aggravating me is your hobby. It's on the top of your daily to-do list. Annoy the shit out of Donovan. You probably took the damned thing and have him stashed somewhere. You're waiting for me to look even guiltier then you'll confess and have a huge laugh at my expense."

Victor gave him a strange look. "All those in favor of changing the name Daddy-bug to Paranoid-bug, please raise your hands." Victor put both hands in the air. "Majority rules, Donovan. You've officially gone from being a little crazy to having a one way ticket on the Disoriented Express. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Donovan turned and looked straight at Victor. "Tell me the truth. Did you take the damned unicorn?"

"No. Look, Donovan, it's no secret I like driving you crazy but I know how much Virgil means to Laci. There are about a million ways I can make you nuts without getting her upset. Besides, I know better than to make Miss Wonder Whip unhappy. She'd wrap one of her whips around my neck and give a whole new definition to tying privileges."

Donovan turned away, looking and sounding discouraged. "Damn. I wish I didn't believe you. This is getting us nowhere. Virgil was in the office with us. Laci and Sara took Matt, Jeremy and the dog-moose to the playground. Marian went to her office. It was just you, Trent, me and Virgil. Considering how Trent was acting when he thought Laci was mad at him, there's no way he would risk getting her even madder by taking Virgil. If you didn't do it, that leaves Virgil and me so unless the stupid unicorn really did steal himself, even I'm beginning to think I did it." He turned back to Victor. "Now what?"

"Damned if I know."

"I didn't do anything to Virgil. I don't know where he is but when he gets back, I'm going to wring his neck. You'd think he'd have more consideration for Laci."

"Uh...Donovan. He's a stuffed toy."

"Yeah. A very inconsiderate, perverted stuffed toy with beady eyes," Donovan grumbled. "He's probably been hiding over at your place watching what you and my cousin do in your bedroom."

"All aboard! Now boarding the Disoriented Express!"

"Victor, shut up and go away."

"Donovan, I'm starting to get concerned about you. You're always a little high strung and persnickety but this whole Virgil thing is really getting to you."

"What do you expect? The Amazing Vanishing Virgil has disappeared. My own son grabs his toys and hides them behind his back whenever I walk into the room. The dog-moose has turned into a guard-moose and watches every move I make. My wife doesn't know what to think, the rest of you keep looking at me like I'm a criminal and all because of some stupid stuffed unicorn that has held a grudge for as long as I've known him. Even if he suddenly shows up, everyone is still going to believe I'm responsible."

"Maybe you need a little break from all this. Laci wants to take Noodle-bug and Doodle-bug to the ranch. Why don't you go with them?"

"I hate the ranch. It's dusty and that damned horse of hers hates me too. It's bad enough everybody here is growling at me. I don't need to hear horse growling."

"Bet you wouldn't mind hearing some Laci snuggling or some heavy breathing or a few dirty words. Bet you'd like hearing that a whole lot and Laci's always real happy at the ranch. You know what they say: 'Happy Leads to Horny'. A happy Laci is a horny Laci and a horny Laci is a happy Donovan who's already horny but not so happy."

"What 'they' say? Who is 'they' and how do you know they're saying it? Are 'they' running a 'buy-one-get-one-free' offer on the Disoriented Express because I'm pretty sure you're going to be riding with me?"

"You could always hang out with me and John. We're taking Trent shopping. He wants to find a wedding present for Sara. Then we're going to pick his mom up at the airport. That'll be fun. John promised Trent he'd get him one of those big pretzels. With extra salt. If you behave yourself, I bet he'll get one for you, too."

Donovan glowered and muttered to himself for a few seconds while considering his options. "What time are they leaving for the ranch?"

Chapter 4 A Stormy Surprise

"Mama, does Prince really have a surprise? What kind of surprise?" Matthew cajoled. "Is it a good surprise? Did he tell you the surprise?"

"Prince wouldn't tell us he had a surprise if it was a bad surprise," Jeremy reasoned.

Donovan had to hand it to Jeremy. Not quite three years old and he was already more logical than Victor. Good thing the kid was taking after his mother and not his father.

The two boys were securely fastened into car seats and seated in the back of the rental car Donovan was driving along the almost deserted back roads leading to the ranch. He had managed to win the excited approval of Matthew and Jeremy by offering to rent a helicopter to fly everyone to the location.

Laci had only seemed a bit curious knowing how infrequently and unwillingly Donovan made the journey. He hated wearing the jeans she always insisted he wear. He grumbled about the t-shirts that went with the jeans. He complained about the ranch dust and the ranch smell and the ranch noises. He gave Laci's horse, Prince, one dirty look after another as they growled their mutual dislike and displeasure at each other.

About the only thing at the ranch that met with his approval was her room off the barn and its comfortable bed. He had willingly enjoyed that bed on more than one occasion.

If Victor was even slightly right and happy really did lead to horny, then perhaps a happy at the ranch Laci would become a happy and horny Laci which would make a horny and not so happy Donovan very happy. Damn! Victor was giving him a headache and he wasn't even in the same car.

"Mama, do we have to wait for the surprise?"

Laci smiled at her son. "Well, it is Prince's surprise so I think it's only fair if he shows you, don't you think?"

"I wish we didn't have to wait." Matthew was the mirror image of his father's pout. "Will we like the surprise?"

"I think you and Jeremy will be very surprised with the surprise and like it very much."

Even though she hadn't said anything to him about his sudden decision, Laci had liked her own surprise that morning when Donovan offered to accompany them to the ranch. She glanced to her left and watched him concentrating on the road.

Not only had he offered to go to the ranch but he had worn his jeans without even being asked. She noticed he'd managed to sidestep one of the t-shirts in favor of his usual button-down shirt but he still looked fantastic. Why, she wondered, did he always object to the jeans? They fit to perfection and made him look even sexier than he usually did. A lot sexier if that was even possible.

He really was trying hard to make amends even though he claimed not to have had anything to do with Virgil's disappearance. Laci was certain he was telling the truth and while that didn't account for the whereabouts of the unicorn, she felt a little guilty for allowing him to feel guilty. Then again, maybe he deserved to feel a little guilty.

It had taken several days to realize it wasn't only the missing unicorn that was weighing on her mind. There was something else and if Master Donovan was going through one of his spells and required a little extra submission, it was just fine with Laci. It might not help locate Virgil but she was sure Donovan would be feeling much better by the end of their ranch visit. Prince wasn't the only one who was good at surprises. Sometimes non-submissive wives could manage a surprise or two. With a little creativity non-submissive wives could be very surprising.

Donovan turned into the ranch and drove slowly towards the barn. He pulled the car just a few feet from the door leading to Laci's room. He helped Jeremy from the back seat while Laci helped Matthew.

Taking both boys by the hand, she led them behind the barn toward the paddock where Donovan knew Ogre, also known as Prince, would be corralled. Without a word, and noting the amount of dust already accumulating on his shoes, Donovan followed behind them. This trip might not have been the best plan he'd ever come up with. Laci seemed to be happy but she wasn't looking even the slightest bit horny.

Rounding the corner of the barn, Donovan saw horse-zilla standing in his yard but he wasn't alone. The huge, grey, stomping and snorting stallion was almost always alone unless he was with Laci or terrorizing some poor ranch hand who was trying to refill his food or perform some other chore.

Standing just a few feet from Prince, a black velvet mare was gently nuzzling a small, grey foal.

"Mama, Prince has some friends with him. Prince never plays with the other horses."

"Those aren't his friends, Matthew," Laci told her son. "That's Prince's family. That little horse is Prince's new son. His name is Stormy. He got his name because he was born during a big thunderstorm. That's Prince's surprise. He wants to introduce you to Stormy."

"Who's that other horse?" Jeremy asked.

"That's Butterfly. She came to live on the ranch about a year ago. You met her when she first came here but you might not remember. She's Stormy's mom."

"Is Butterfly Prince's wife?" Matthew asked. "Like you're my dad's wife and he's my dad so I'm his son?"

Donovan was shaking his head, vaguely wondering who it was that took care of who in their family. At the rate they were learning things, Matthew and Jeremy were going to be taking care of Victor before too much longer. That could actually be a good thing.




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"That's right," Laci responded. "Let's go meet Stormy." She opened the gate and ushered the boys inside then turned to Donovan. "Are you coming with us?" She did her best to hide a smile at her husband's reluctant response to accompany them.

At the sound of the gate opening, the monster horse snapped to attention and glared at the intruders. Naturally his demeanor changed the instant he saw it was Laci. The big show-off almost turned into Pegasus as he flew to her side to greet her.

As always, Prince Ogre gently nuzzled his human girlfriend, completely ignoring her husband standing nearby. The horse obviously had a lot on his mind as he nickered quietly in response to Laci's petting and hugs. Damned horse was getting more attention in two minutes than Donovan had seen in the last two weeks.

When he finished flirting with Laci, Prince leaned his big head down to nuzzle at both Matthew and Jeremy, ruffling their hair with his nose and seemingly enjoying the sound of their giggles. Prince nudged the two little boys along, clearly pushing them towards his own new son. As Laci followed the boys, Prince glanced over his shoulder and tossed a dirty look at Donovan. Great. Just great.

Butterfly was instantly alert and protective of her foal but Prince had the situation in complete control. Donovan watched as the slick two-timing horse brought his human mistress over to visit with his equine wife. Standing alone Donovan felt like the outsider as he watched Butterfly carefully nudging the two boys toward Stormy.

"He's so soft," Matthew said as he gently patted the tiny horse. "Hi, Stormy. You're a good surprise."

"Can we ride him?" Jeremy asked.

"Eventually," Laci told him as she gently stroked Stormy, "but it's going to be quite a while. He might look big but he's only about two weeks old so he's just a baby. You have to wait until his little legs get strong enough or you could hurt him."

Donovan was suddenly aware of Butterfly standing behind him. Coming closer she shoved him in the direction of Stormy. Prince was glaring ominously.

"Butterfly wants you to meet Stormy," Laci told him.

"She might but that fire-breathing Ogre doesn't want me anywhere near him."

Laci just shook her head. "Prince!" she scolded the horse. "It's time you two got along." Walking to Donovan's side, she took his hand and pulled him towards the group.

Donovan reached out, carefully stroking the foal's coat while Butterfly nodded her approval. After a couple of minutes she showed her appreciation by nuzzling against Donovan's back. Judging from the growling sounds coming from the huge grey horse, he was neither appreciative nor approving of Donovan's actions.

"Prince!" Laci spoke sternly. "Donovan didn't growl when you met Matthew, now apologize."

The monster ambled over to Donovan and grudgingly gave him a slight nudge. How the hell did she do it? Stupid horse listened to everything she said, not that it was such a surprise. Laci had powers to do almost anything. She could have tigers purring and kangaroos dancing in the outback. She could probably tame dragons. Too bad she seemed to have forgotten how to unhorny a horny husband. That would be one magical power Donovan would happily and willingly have unleashed.

"C'mon boys. Are you ready to ride on the hay wagon? The foreman is going to take you all around the whole ranch so you can see everything. Say goodbye to Stormy."

Within minutes Matthew and Jeremy called their excited goodbyes to Stormy, Butterfly and Prince and had made their way out of the paddock and over to the waiting wagon. Promising to be on their best behavior, the two waved to Laci and Donovan as the horse-drawn wagon slowly started on its journey.

"Are they going to be okay on their own?" Donovan asked.

Laci turned to him. "I've known the foreman for years and he's going to put them to work helping him with the hay. They're going to have a great time and be totally exhausted tonight. They'll be gone for a while. Was there anything you wanted to do?"

Was that a trick question? "Uhh...it's a little hot and dusty out here. Maybe we could wait in your room."

"Okay." She led the way looking calm and relaxed. Unconcerned and serene. Casual and tranquil. Anything and everything except horny. Good word -- HORNY! Remember horny? Whatever happened to horny? Why the hell wasn't she as horny as he was?

The room was cool and comfortable. Donovan was anything but cool or comfortable. It was ridiculous for him to feel the way he was feeling. Laci was his wife. She loved him. He adored her. They'd been together for years so why was he nervous? Again?

"Laci, I didn't take Virgil. I know I threatened him but that's because he hates me. Threatening isn't taking. I wouldn't do that. Take him. I'd threaten but not take. Never take. I wouldn't take. And he always watches me. It's creepy but I still wouldn't. Take, I mean. Okay, so I threatened. A lot. But I didn't take. I put him on the chair. I didn't do anything else. Just the chair. That's all."

She didn't respond, instead stood silently watching him. What was on her mind? He had no clue. She still didn't look horny although he was probably horny enough for two.

"Laci, you can't keep being mad at me for something I didn't do. It's not fair. It would be different if I did it but I didn't. Do it. I never did it. You think I did and everyone else thinks I did. I'm even starting to wonder if I really did but I didn't. I never did it."

No one babbled better. "I know what you didn't do but you don't seem to be aware of what you did do. And Donovan...your ass looks fantastic in those jeans."

"What? Uh...thank you? Was that a mixed message? It seemed kind of mixed. What exactly do you know that I didn't do? And what don't I know that I did do and how do you know I did it? I have to tell you that at the moment, I'm not sure I know anything."

She took several small steps in his direction causing him to take a few steps backward. "I know you didn't take Virgil,' she told him, "and I also know that even though your ass looks fantastic in those jeans, it would look even better not in those jeans."

Donovan frowned in confusion. "Laci? Could we sit down and talk for a minute?"

She walked over to the bed and settled on it. "Of course. Is this a random discussion or is there a particular topic?" In a swift and graceful movement she pulled her dark blue t-shirt over her head and tossed it away. Effortlessly, she slipped out of her jeans. Wearing only her pink satin bra and panties, she stretched out on the bed.

His mouth dropped open and he was instantly aroused. "Pink, huh? Pink is nice. You look good in pink. Should wear it more often. I like pink. Uh...what was the question?"

Laci patted the bed next to where she was seated. "Come sit down, Donovan."

"Why?"

"You said you wanted to sit down and talk so come sit down and we'll talk. I'm ready."

"For what?"

"To talk. Donovan, are you okay? You seem a little disoriented."

"Disoriented? Like the Disoriented Express?"

"Are you feeling all right?" Maybe you should lie down. Did you get too much sun?" She didn't sound overly concerned. "Would you like a cool cloth for your forehead?"

Cautiously, he made his way to the bed and sat as far from her as he could. "Laci, what are you doing? You've been pretty mad at me for the last two weeks and now you seem kind of like the spider inviting the fly into her parlor. Am I suddenly the fly? I'm not sure I want to be the fly. I mean, I do but you're a little too spider-ish at the moment. This might not be the best time to be a fly. Could be a little dangerous to be a fly."

He could win a gold medal for babbling. "I apologize for being angry and I think it's the perfect time for you to be a fly," Laci leered at him. "Come into my parlor, Mr. Fly."

"NO! And I don't mind telling you you're scaring the crap out of me. You never act like this. You seduce me all the time. Usually you don't even have to try very hard. I'm pretty seducible. You've probably been aware of that for a while. I tend to be highly and easily subject to seduction but you're not acting like a seductress. You're acting like a predator. You don't have your whip, do you? Is this some kind of revenge? You do think I did away with your unicorn, don't you? Admit it." He pulled back as Laci moved closer. "NO! No slithering. At least I think it's slithering? I never said anything about slithering. I'm drawing the line at slithering. This is no time for slithering."

It was a babbling marathon. She reached his side and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Is it time for talking? Didn't you want to talk? What are we talking about? I'm listening." She wasn't just listening. She was also sprinkling tiny kisses along his jaw and up and down his neck. "Did you have something to tell me about a fireplace or two?" When his shirt was unbuttoned, she pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. The buttoned cuffs prevented her from removing it completely. Nothing prevented her kisses as they moved from his neck, along his collarbone, then scattered across his shoulders.

He had to admit it felt really good. He was lying back, relaxing against the bed. She was wonderful at making him feel relaxed. Maybe she was acting a little crazy but that was most likely just her suppressed horniness coming to the surface. He was starting to make those little growling sounds at the back of his throat. She was great at making him feel very relaxed. He usually had no idea what was happening around him. Relaxed. It was like floating on a cloud. Like being in a trance. Hypnotically relaxed. Felt so good.

Chapter 5 Dom-space

"HEY! Damn it, Laci! Untie me!" She'd done it to him again, this time using his own shirt to bind his hands to the headboard. "I mean it! Untie me right now!"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'? Untie me," he demanded.

"No. You wanted to talk, so talk. I'm listening."

"I can't talk when I'm tied, so untie me. Now!"

Her eyes narrowed just enough. "As far as I can see, only your wrists are tied, not your tongue and you should consider yourself damned lucky that's all I tied. Don't tempt me to tie further. I'm good at tying."

"What does that mean? Are you threatening me? What the hell is going on? You never act like this. Why are you so mad?"

"Because you're a big dope."

"No I'm not," he said, sounding insulted. "I just get confused. Actually I get confused a lot. You make me confused all the time. Victor would confuse anybody. And I got stuck with Trent who's confused enough for all of us. Confusion is contagious. Then Virgil vanished and the whole world thinks I had something to do with it even though I didn't. That would confuse anybody. It's a whole mass of confusion. You can untie me now."

"No. I'm too confused to untie you. I guess that mass of confusion really is contagious."

"Damn it, Laci! Untie me!" He sighed when all he got was an icy stare. "At least tell me why you're so mad at me. I think we both know I'm probably not going to figure it out."

"Donovan Corbett, you are quite possibly the best husband and father in the entire world and I am madly in love with you. Are you aware of those facts?"

Bewilderment was clearly written across his face. "Is this another trick question? I have to tell you: you're not helping the confusion." His head was starting to hurt. "Did I fall asleep and miss something? Maybe I had another blackout. I've noticed that tends to happen quite a bit when I'm with you."

"Yes, Donovan. I know. You go into Dom-space."

"What are you talking about? What the hell is Dom-space?"

"It's like sub-space. Submissives go into sub-space but you're a Dominant so you go into Dom-space. You do it all the time. Did you think I hadn't figured it out?"

"There's no such thing as Don-space. How much time have you been spending with Victor? Why do you listen to him?" He pulled against his restraint. "Laci! Untie me!"

"No. Big dopes don't deserve to be untied. For someone who had nothing to do with the vanishing of Virgil, you're certainly acting extremely guilty. Can't help but wonder why. And I was more than a little perturbed when I started thinking about what you said the morning after your impromptu party with your friends. Victor told you Marian took Jeremy and left him. Then he managed to convince you that I took Matthew and left you. Victor has an excuse. He's always nuts. You're supposed to be the rational one, remember? What would ever make you believe I left you? Thanks so much, Donovan. That says a tremendous amount about your trust level in me."

"It wasn't like that," he attempted to defend himself. "He caught me off guard. You were mad at me for yelling at Trent and I wasn't sure what happened. Then he said you left and you never called even when he called and told you I was coming back. Why didn't you call? What was I supposed to think? I was frantic."

"Frantic? Really?" Her sympathy seemed to be in short supply. "For one thing, did it ever occur to you to call ME and tell ME you were coming back early? No. You called Victor because that's what you always do and we don't want to upset your routine. And as for what you were supposed to think, well...I'm not sure I can answer that. Perhaps if your frantic self had called me to ask what was happening, I might have an answer. Victor called several times, left more than one message but my frantic husband never bothered. Not once. You did say frantic, right? How frantic were you exactly?"

He wasn't sure what to say. He knew she was right but Laci never really got angry and now she suddenly seemed to be making up for it. As if that wasn't enough, her dominantly submissive anger was making him even hornier than he had been before. And his damned hands were still tied to the damned bed and she looked like she was damned well totally prepared to leave him that way. "On a scale of one to ten, with one being not at all and ten being a lot, how angry are you?" he asked.

He flinched slightly at her glare. "Thirty-seven thousand nine hundred fifty three."

That didn't sound good. "Does that include Virgil?"

She shook her head in frustration. "Now I have a question," she told him. "On a scale of one to ten, with one being not at all and ten being a lot, how much do I love you?"

He thought for a moment. "Another trick question, right? You're going into the negative numbers aren't you? Uh...negative five? NO! Negative nine! Am I close?"

"Nowhere near close enough. With ten being a lot, I'd have to go with thirty-seven MILLION nine hundred fifty three. Not negative and including Virgil."

That sounded better. "I can live with that. And I'm sorry. I should know not to listen to Victor. And I wanted to call you but I was afraid he was right. As long as he said you were gone, I could pretend it wasn't true but if you said it then it would be true."

"I'm sorry, too. Considering how much you've tried to change, how many sacrifices you've made, how much you need to be in control, I should be more understanding about your bouts of unreasonable insanity."

"Will you untie me now?"

"No."

"Why the hell not?" He started pulling at his restraints. "My shirt is going to be all wrinkled. I hate wrinkled. We talked. Why won't you untie me?"

Suddenly she had that special look in her eyes. "Because we haven't touched each other for a number of weeks and you're so far beyond horny you're almost at the point of losing control. And since you almost never lose control, I intend to take full advantage of that situation and of you."

"You're looking a little spider-ish again. Are you going to slither? Do spiders slither? And how do you know I'm horny?"

"You're always horny."

She had a good point, but he wasn't sure she was listening. She was back to kissing. He had to be honest. Laci was good at kissing. She had very kissable lips. Nimble. That was a good word. She had nimble lips. Did she do lip exercises? Probably didn't have to. She exercised them enough when she was kissing him. She had great lip skills and she was using every one of them. Now she was exercising her lips on the side of his neck and she was moving very slowly to that place on his ear. That place was especially good. It was like pushing a button marked 'relax'. She always started like this. She always ran her fingers through his hair. That transported him straight to a state of blissful euphoria. Floating on a soft, fluffy cloud. Ecstasy. Pure trance-like ecstasy.

"NO! STOP!"

"Stop? Why? Did I hurt you?" she questioned.

"Where are my jeans? You always force me to wear them and now they're gone. I just had them on so what happened to them?"

"I took them off while you were in Dom-space."

"Stop saying that," he told her. "There is no such thing as Dom-space. When did you get naked? A minute ago you weren't naked and now you are. When did that happen?"

She gave him a questioning look. "Donovan? Are you all right?"

"Untie me," he demanded again, struggling against the shirt still firmly tied to the headboard. "I'm a Dominant. I know how to tie knots. How come I can't ever get out of your knots?"

She sat back, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Because you tie Dominant knots on people who want to be tied. I use ranch knots to tie horses who don't want to be tied. And these are the exact same knots I always tie. Are we having a knot competition?"

"So you consider me a horse? Planning to ride me? No wonder that monster out there hates me. You probably tie better knots on me and he knows it. Untie me."

"Seriously, Donovan, you're acting crazy even for you. Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?"

"I'd just like to know what's happening. I keep feeling like I'm missing something. We get started and everything seems like it's going fine then suddenly I'm tied to the bed and I never know how it happens."

"I told you. Dom-space."

"Stop saying that. What about naked? You start kissing me and the next thing I know, I'm naked. And you're naked. Why does that happen?"

She was looking at him with disbelief. "Because sex works better that way. Considering your Dominant and trainer skills, shouldn't you know that?"

He glared. "That's not what I mean. You start kissing me and suddenly I look at you and you're naked. I'm not complaining but I'd like to see it sometimes. I like watching you get naked and I always miss it. Then you start kissing me again and the next thing I know, my whole entire body has a hard-on. Sure, it's where it's supposed to be but you do something that goes way beyond that one place and I always miss that, too. And what about your shoes? You have great shoes. One minute you're sitting there all sexy, wearing those shoes and the next minute I'm coming so hard I can't see straight. How does that happen? What comes between shoes and orgasms? And why do I keep missing it?"

"It's because you're in Dom-space."

"STOP SAYING THAT! What the hell is Dom-space? It doesn't even exist. You're making it up. And my arms are getting numb. Untie me."

Laci watched him with curiosity. "You're much more panicked than usual. I guess the last couple of weeks have been hard for you. How about if I take over and you relax and go into your Dom-space? That always makes you feel better." She moved closer.

"NO! Just stop right there. I don't go into Dom-space. Dom-space. There is no such thing as Dom-space. If there was, I would have heard about it by now."

"Donovan, you're really upset, aren't you?" She watched his pout. "This hasn't ever bothered you before, unless..."

"Unless what?" he asked suspiciously.

"Two weeks ago you were training which means you were in complete control. Then you came back and you thought I left you, Trent was on the verge of a breakdown because of Sara, then they made up and we've all been busy planning their wedding, plus Virgil vanished and you went straight from absolute control to absolutely no control and you can't handle the chaos. The transition is usually much more gradual. And I guess I've been out of sorts and a little disorganized because of my job and everything else I do, and the wedding preparations and missing Virgil. I've totally neglected you."




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"Well, that's true," the pout was still present, "I guess."

"Well, I'm going to change that right now and give you my full and complete attention. Just relax and put everything out of your mind. You'll be in Dom-space in no time at all."

"Damn it! Stop saying that! There's no such thing and untie me. Now!"

"Wow!" She leaned over and kissed him. "You really don't know, do you? We've been together all these years and you really don't know. You've never realized. Do you have any idea how much that means to me?"

"Uh...no. Remember our discussion about confusion? It's still here and I have no idea what you're talking about. What don't I know? What means something to you?"

"Dom-space."

"Laci, stop saying that. You're not making sense. Just untie me. You're sitting there with no clothes and I'm going crazy and I've been horny ever since I left for Texas and I'm so confused I don't even know how long ago that was and I always know how long it's been since we had sex and now you're talking about something that still makes no sense and you're still not wearing clothes and it's making me hornier and crazier and I'd really like to do something about that sometime soon. Is that possible? Anytime soon?"

"You're not wearing clothes either. And even though you always look gorgeous, no matter what you wear, I always think you look better naked."

"Thank you and that's not helping. Untying me would help. Plain old sex would be good. I wouldn't mind a blow job. That would be really good. I could live with a hand job but we have to do something and I was serious about that really soon part."

"But all of that puts you in control and when you're in Dom-space, I'm in control. Don't you see? You take tying privileges all the time and I don't mind when you tie me to the bed. Sure, sometimes it gets a little frustrating because I love touching you but you're so amazing at giving and it's incredible. Then when I take tying privileges, you panic because you're not in control. At the same time, you enjoy it because I try to do everything I can to give you as much pleasure as you give me. So the controlling side of you is battling with the side that's enjoying it and you feel uncomfortable for enjoying it so you go into Dom-space. Even though you need to have control, you trust me enough to let me control the situation and the only way you can do that is by letting go and floating into Dom-space. That's why you think you keep missing things. You're not really missing anything. You know everything that's happening but it's all in your safe, little, trance-like Dom-space world. You totally trust me."

"What the hell kind of books are you reading? That's the craziest thing I ever heard. I don't believe it for one minute," he told her stubbornly. "Untie me."

"No. I'm going to prove it to you. Lie back and try to relax."

"What are you going to do?" He still sounded suspicious.

"What I always do," she told him.

"No. You never talk. I want to know everything you're doing. I want a complete narrative of the entire process. All of it. There is no such thing as Dom-space."

"You're making this a lot harder. Can I just touch on the major points or do you require a complete blow by blow job explanation?" she asked with a touch of sarcasm.

"Not funny. You said you'd prove it, so go ahead but you have to tell me what you're doing to prove it. If you're not up to the challenge just admit you're wrong and there's no such thing as Dom-space, then you can untie me and we can take it from there."

"You're challenging me? You're on, Master Donovan."

Uh-oh. She agreed a little too willingly. Why was he suddenly having second thoughts? "What exactly are you going to do?" he asked again.

"Donovan, I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do because it's always a little different but you challenged me to prove it so I'm going to prove it. Since I'm supposed to tell you what I'm doing, I guess I should recap a bit." She stopped to think. "Let's see..... I guess this really began when you got back and I started seducing you but I happened to glance at the chair and Virgil wasn't there."

"And that ended the seduction and started the great Virgil hunt because Virgil is so much more important. Virgil. Stupid name. Hate that name."

"May I continue?" She waited until he nodded sullenly. "Although no one has actually accused you of taking Virgil, it is fair to say you are the only one who hates him and it's natural for everyone to suspect you which may account for your guilt and for why you decided to come to the ranch today since this is almost the last place you want to be."

"The choice was this or buying a big pretzel. I chose this," he grumbled.

"The boys went on their hay ride and we came in here. You wanted to talk."

"And you wanted me to be a fly. Flies are annoying."

"Yes, they are."

"Hey!"

"May I continue?" Another sullen nod. "That brings us up to when I started kissing you. You were enjoying it and starting to relax. Your shirt cuffs were still buttoned so it was easy to maneuver your arms and when you started to slip into Dom-space I tied the shirt and your wrists to the headboard. You had no idea because you were floating away."

"That's not proof. I don't believe in Dom-space. I was relaxed. That's all."

"Then why didn't you know I was tying your wrists together and to the headboard?"

"I fell asleep. Or maybe I blacked out. You hypnotized me." He sounded very definite. "I know! UNICORN DUST! You use magical unicorn dust to put me in a trance. That's why you need Virgil around. He's your dust pusher, isn't he?"

"Let me get this straight. You don't believe in Dom-space but you believe in magical unicorn dust? Seriously? And you think I spend too much time with Victor?"

"Makes more sense than Dom-space. Whoever heard of Dom-space? Doesn't exist."

Laci didn't appear to be concerned by his protest. Instead she had moved closer and was kissing him. "We'll see. To begin, I always start by kissing you. You happen to be a very good kisser. You never over kiss. You kiss just the right amount."

"And how do you know this?" he questioned. "When did you do a kissing analysis? Were you part of some worldwide kissing study?"

She chose to ignore his questions. "What I especially like is how you always kiss back, even when you're tied and confused. You happen to be a very sexy kisser." She continued to kiss him while she spoke. "I really enjoy kissing you."

"Exactly how many kissing comparisons have you done and when were you planning to tell me about them? Did any of them involve Trent?"

"Donovan, if I kissed Trent, it would be like you kissing Marian." Laci sounded annoyed.

"As I recall he wanted to sweep you off your feet. I haven't forgotten about that."

"Your selective recall is phenomenal." Her annoyance was growing. "That was years ago when I first met him, before he knew about you, before we were married, before he met Sara, and I've never kissed him nor do I intend to. May I continue? After I start by kissing you, I usually move to your neck." She demonstrated by nuzzling the side of his neck and immediately pointed out his reaction. "Attention to your neck always results in those little shivers. This is usually when I start moving up to your ears and one of those special little spots which always make you crazy."

"You know, Laci, you're making this a little clinical. It all feels quite nice but not particularly satisfying. It's almost like you're reading from a manual. And what does any of it have to do with Dom-space. This is only proving my point. It doesn't exist."

Her stare was so icy he was almost certain his shivering wasn't from her attention to his neck. He was also completely certain he didn't want to know what else she was thinking about doing to his neck. He was pretty sure wringing wasn't especially satisfying.

Doing her best to maintain patience, Laci continued. "Next I like to massage your chest. You have a great chest. Not hairy, very hard, lots of muscles. It's wonderful not only for massaging but also for snuggling."

"Does that mean you don't like hairy chests? Can't believe you never told me that. Guess that means you're not a huge fan of Trent's chest. Looks like he's got a weasel glued to his chest. Funny how whenever I think about weasels, Trent comes to mind."

Also funny how the look in her eyes made him think of the phrase 'shooting daggers' although in Laci's case it was more like shooting machetes or rapiers or scimitars. Big scimitars. Really big scimitars. A lot of them.

She took a deep breath and let her fingers wander. "Even though I prefer smooth chests, a man's happy trail is very sexy. Yours is very dark and soft and points straight to what lies at the end of the path. I always take time to play just a little bit before I move lower to explore further." She was gently caressing the soft line of hair.

"Explore? So for you it's like a treasure hunt and I'm the treasure? OUCH!" The unexpected and rather hard jab must have been an accident. She wouldn't have done it on purpose. Or would she?

"At this point," she was trying not to sound vexed, "I like to skip the obvious and move lower than you would expect. Now is when I turn my attention to your inner thighs. That area is especially sensitive so you seem to enjoy a few kisses and tiny nips." She started to demonstrate enjoying the effect of her gentle touches as he started to quiver.

"I'm going to have to interrupt," he announced. "This is one of the parts that's very confusing. First, I don't understand why you skip the obvious, as you put it, because I'm usually really ready for every bit of the obvious. Second, you never stick to one thing. Sometimes you kiss, sometimes you lick, sometimes you nip and I never know which one you're going to do. Why is it so hard to make up your mind? OUCH! That nip was a little hard, don't you think? OUCH! That hurts."

The man was setting and breaking his own nervous babbling records. Laci's frustration was growing but Donovan had issued a challenge and it was time to win that challenge and send him to happy, peaceful and quiet Dom-space. Story time was over.

Laci wasn't saying very much but he supposed that was to be expected since she was a little busy. "Laci? You're doing that thing with your teeth. I know we've discussed this before and I keep pointing out that teeth and cocks are not compatible. Or they're not supposed to be. Somehow you seem to make them work together, however, your teeth seemed a little sharp earlier and I think some caution would be appropriate. Hey! DAMN! Oh, wow! What are you doing? That's good. Really good. Ahhhhh."

"Laci, you're flickering. I know flickering when I feel it but I've never been sure how you do it. Your tongue flickers faster than hummingbird wings and I'm not sure that's even possible but somehow you do it. You're hitting that spot, Laci. That spot. Ahh. Mmm. Could you slow it down a little? The flickering? I'm starting to get light headed. Laci? Are you listening? Oh, damn. The flickering is making me dizzy. Hmmmm."

"Laci, I'm starting to get confused again. Actually the confusion is ongoing. Can you explain why exactly I'm getting dizzy and lightheaded? What you're doing down there shouldn't affect my equilibrium up here. And how exactly did you get so damned good at flickering? When you enrolled in the kissing study were there also flickering lessons? Did you participate in a flickering apprentice program? Ohhh. Wow!"

There seemed to be clouds rolling in from every direction. Soft and fluffy they were enveloping him, relaxing him. He was drifting gently in the clouds. What a feeling!

"Laci, I can't see what you're doing. Is that still teeth? Maybe it's nails. I can't always tell the difference. See this is what I mean about how you can't seem to make up your mind. Is it teeth or nails and why can't you just stick to one or the other. FUCK! That feels really good and you can just tell me later if it was teeth or nails. Ahhhh. Is that blowing? Are you blowing on my cock? When you said blow by blow job, is this what you meant? You're back to teeth, right? Or nails? Ohhh. That feels really good."

More clouds. Wafting along, cuddled in clouds. Clouds were so peaceful, except for that moaning sound. Why was that sound invading his cloud tranquility? Was Virgil back? He was usually responsible for those moaning sounds. Little pervert.

"Laci, you're supposed to be telling me what you're doing and all I hear is moaning. DAMN! What the hell are you doing now? That's not teeth or nails. What is that? This is one of the parts you have to explain. I'm numb. My whole body is numb, Laci, and it feels great which I don't understand. How can it feel great if I'm numb? You're not supposed to feel anything when you're numb. See why I'm so confused. That's not nails. That's definitely not nails. Mmmmm. I don't know what it is but it feels really good. How are you doing that? I'm fine, so just keep doing whatever you're doing."

Every bit of his control was gone. It was drifting away with the clouds. There had never been this many clouds. They were everywhere and he was floating, flying. Soft, fluffy clouds. So many clouds surrounding him. Was this what people meant when they talked about cloud nine? There were a lot more than just nine clouds in his heavenly state. His clouds were special. His clouds were calming and blissful. He had the best clouds. If his hands weren't tied he'd be able to touch them. Maybe next time. For now he was just sailing along. The clouds were carrying him. Relaxing waves of clouds.

He was ready. His favorite clouds were rapidly rolling in. Thunder clouds. So many thunder clouds. They were gathering rapidly. Big and grey. Tempestuous thunder clouds, swirling and surrounding him. Waves of fierce grey thunder clouds washing over him. Dark grey thunder clouds crashing. The sound was getting louder and echoing. Now there were more clouds. They were surging roughly all around him. Stormy had been born during a thunder storm. Lucky horse. Damn. Laci was right again. She was always right. So this was Dom-space. Dom-space and thunder clouds. Hurtling through clouds and Dom-space. Finally. It was finally time. Thunder clouds needed a lightning strike. It was coming. He was coming. He was definitely coming. And there it was...the final flash. Damn that final flash was making him yell. Struck by a bolt of lightning while floating in Dom-space. Wow! He had invented Dom-space. Or maybe she had.

It took a while before he could get his eyes to focus. There she sat. Calm and unruffled, hardly a hair out of place. Judging from the way she was glowing it would seem she had also been struck by lightning. Maybe more than once.

Donovan's wrists weren't tied anymore although he had no idea when the Prom Queen and Goddess of Lightning had released him. His brain still felt a little like the cottony clouds. Must be all that magical unicorn dust. It was the only logical explanation.

Chapter 6 Pillow Talk

"Are you feeling better?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. It usually takes a while before I'm coherent enough to know. How do you always manage to do that to me? By the way, have you ever worked an oxygen tank?"

She looked at him with puzzlement. "I don't think so. Why do you ask?"

"Presuming you continue to do what you do, as I age I'm sure I'm going to need oxygen on a regular basis. Maybe you can take another class. Could come in handy. Not to mention something else to add to your very well rounded resume. Journalism. Kissing. Flickering. The Care of High Maintenance Dominants. Oxygen Management. CPR."

Laci smiled and her sunbeams shot everywhere. "I think you're in luck. Just the other day I heard Jeremy telling Victor he wants to be a doctor when he grows up. I guess it could be very helpful to have a doctor in the family."

Donovan glared. "Thanks. Your sympathy is very much appreciated. I'm still waiting for an answer on the flickering apprenticeship question and I didn't take Virgil."

"I know you didn't." She snuggled into his arms. "I believe you without any hesitation or reservation even though every bit of evidence points to you."

"So then, where is he?"

"I'm not totally certain but I have my suspicions and I'm sure he'll be back soon. Until then I'm going to focus on you," Laci assured him, "and Matthew and the rest of our crazy family and my job and our home and Trent's wedding and you again."

"How the hell did you ever manage to fall in love with a neurotic Dominant who can't control his own controlling tendencies, has tying privilege issues, doesn't even know about Dom-space when he's flying into it and has a horse and unicorn phobia?"

"You forgot gets insanely jealous for no reason."

"I stand corrected," his glare was back, "and don't pretend Trent isn't in love with you. And what about Victor? He's always had a crush on you. And how about that damned horse? Even Frank Harding. He was worse than scum but the bastard had good taste."

"You seem to forget that I didn't fall in love with a neurotic Dominant. I fell in love with you. And in all fairness, you may have always been finicky, fastidious and a bit persnickety, but I think a good many of the neurosis came along after we met."

"That's true," his pout was back. "And I'd still like to watch you take your clothes off instead of always missing it."

"Most of the time you don't miss it because you're the one removing my clothes, but your request is duly noted. Next time I'll take my clothes off before I sprinkle you with magical unicorn dust."

"Thank you. And how do you know about that spot on my body? I can't even blame Victor for that. He knows almost everything about me, more than he should, and even he doesn't know about that spot. Or, at least, I don't think he does. Which one of your Prom Queen, Lightning Goddess incantations did you use to find that spot?"

"Lightning Goddess??"

"Don't ask. And you haven't answered my question. Is there some on line guide to 'Driving Donovan Insane'? I should know if there is. Did you download it for reference? I can probably blame Victor for that. He probably put it up and figured out a way to get paid for every view it gets."

"Maybe I spoke too soon about your neurosis."

"Not funny, Laci."

"Don't you worry and overthink things just a little too much?"

"Look at it from my perspective. I'm a Dominant. I thrive on control. When I'm training I am in total and complete control. When I'm working I am in total and complete control. I even manage to maintain a certain amount of control when Victor is around and that's no easy feat. But I have no chance against you. Why is that? If I see you, if I hear you, if I touch you, if I even think about you, I go from being a reasonable, responsible and in control adult to a babbling, nervous wreck. Why does that keep happening? It's very disconcerting. I'm your husband. I should be someone you can depend on, not an overwrought maniac."

"Don't you think you're feeling just a little sorry for yourself? When have I not been able to depend on you? Was it when you've been there to support every decision and choice I've made? Was it when you went out of your way to reunite me with my father? Maybe it's the way you put almost every bit of your time, energy and heart into caring for our son. Do you consider that undependable?"

"No. I guess not." His pout wasn't leaving yet. "How come you never fall apart?"

"Because I have the easy part. Donovan, you transition between two completely different worlds. In your Dominant world, you have total and absolute control. You have order and routine. You have everything in its proper place. That's what feels comfortable. Then you step back into our world which is always unpredictable and about as far from order and routine as possible. Raising a child is never predictable. Dealing with Victor won't ever be orderly or routine. Usually you manage very well but sometimes your worlds collide and it takes a little while for you to regain your balance. I doubt any man could handle it any better and I know you handle it better than most."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 07



"Don't you ever get tired of my many imbalances?"

More sunbeams. "Certainly not. I think it's rather wonderful. Every time you lose your balance it's proof of how amazingly hard you're trying to make everything work."

"So, I get to be a lunatic and you get to be in control. What's wrong with that picture? Maybe the next time one of my clients call, you should be the one training the slaves. I can see it now. You could have the plane refueled while you train and be back in time for dinner. Everyone thinks I get amazing results in three or four weeks but they haven't met Mistress Laci. You'd scare the shit out of the slaves and have them trained in a few hours," he grumbled. "Probably terrorize the Masters, too. I can see it all. Mistress Laci: Prom Queen and Lightning Goddess with her wonder whip and unicorn dust. Put me right out of business. That's for sure. What about Trent?"

"What about him? Am I supposed to be training him too?"

"Damn it, Laci. That's not funny. Stay away from Victor. Please. He's warping your mind. No, you're not supposed to be training Trent unless maybe you can train him to go back to his place and leave you alone. He's not staying, is he?"

"He and Sara are getting married in two days, remember? They bought that lovely old house not far from ours and they'll be spending some of their time in Georgia but they'll also be living in California. Sara is going to travel with Trent when he's working and I think it's likely she'll be keeping him busy so I don't think we'll see that much of them."

"Good. It'll be nice when our oldest child finally leaves the nest. At least he never asked for an allowance. Are you still mad at me for believing Victor when he said you left?"

"No and I think you know me well enough to be aware that should the day ever come when you do something so horrible that I feel the need to leave you, I won't be sneaking away while you're out of town. If I should ever decide to leave, you will damn well know it. There will be no misunderstanding and you won't have to hear it from Victor. I'll be telling you myself."

"Fair enough," he grumbled. "Can you define 'something so horrible' just so I know my parameters."

Laci rolled her eyes. "No. You'll have to use the same scale your son uses: If you think for even one instant that it could be bad idea, it most likely is, so don't do it." She smiled at the sound of his frustrated huff. "I'm really not very worried. Any husband who buys as many sunflowers as you do isn't inclined to do horrible things."

"Are you going to make me relinquish my Prince of Darkness title and crown me Prince of Sunflowers? I don't really think that's the best choice for a Dominant."

She shook her head and sighed. "Note to self: when I contact the doctor to make arrangements for your oxygen tank, remember to ask if they can also add some tranquilizers."

"Not funny, Laci."

Chapter 7 Triple Triad Trial and Tribulation

On the day of Trent and Sara's wedding, the sun was shining almost as brightly as Laci.

After their visit to the ranch, Donovan was relieved to see his wife glowing again. Although the still missing Virgil was never far from her mind, she had managed to let go of the bother and bewilderment and regain her usual calm composure.

She had, in fact, been glowing so much Donovan was hardly able to walk straight. He certainly wasn't complaining and as long as he stuck near Matthew, Victor, Jeremy, Trent or the dog-moose no one would notice since none of them hardly ever walked in a straight line. He fit right in with the rest of the crowd.

Maybe balance was overrated. Laci did have a good point about his life balancing between two entirely different worlds. He enjoyed training and it gave him a sense of accomplishment and control. He loved Laci and she gave him everything else he needed to be happy and content. When transitioning between Dominant and Laci, he was unbalanced. When transitioning between Laci and Laci, he was even more unbalanced. He might as well accept that life was going to be a daily balancing act with his sanity hanging in the balance because she seemed to understand the balance of power better than he did. Prom Queens and Lightning Goddesses were very good balancers.

Sara looked lovely, beaming with happiness, both excited and relaxed at the same time, as John Grace walked her down the aisle. Trent was a blithering basket case who couldn't remember his lines. Could have predicted that. To Donovan's trained eye, it seemed obvious Sara would be the 'dominator' in their household which was probably just as well since Trent, who was used to taking direction, would undoubtedly be an excellent 'submarine'. Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead!

Victor was on his best behavior after dutifully coaching Matthew and Jeremy in their role as growling 'ring bears'. Matthew, especially, took his responsibility quite seriously resulting in Laci's observation that he had clearly inherited his father's growling ability.

Marian spent most of the day directing her photographers as they photographed the wedding. Virtually no one outside of the small gathering knew Hollywood mega-star and heart-throb Trent Nichols was getting married and only her magazine had the rights to the complete story and all the photos, thanks to Laci and her on-going friendship with the actor-weasel and his new wife.

To Donovan's annoyance, Trent repeatedly and profusely thanked Laci for her help in getting him and Sara back together. The gratitude was so abundant, Donovan was surprised the weasel hadn't included it in his damned wedding vows and promise to have and hold and call his good friend Laci three times a day instead of the usual five times a day. He was, after all, married now so three seemed about right. GRRRR!

For Donovan, the biggest surprise was meeting Trent's mother. Mary Nichols was attractive, charming and intelligent with a lively sense of humor. Her only fault seemed to be her belief that her son was a genius. Right. Sure he was. Trent, the genius and professional actor who couldn't recall the few lines he had to say at his own wedding.

Mary and Sara had liked each other the first time they met and Mary was positive Sara was the best person in the world for her son. There was no doubt in her mind that Sara would be a perfect wife, mother to her grandchildren and weasel trainer.

Donovan had mixed feelings when it appeared that Laci's father also thought Mary Nichols was attractive, charming and intelligent. Trent's mother was just as taken with John Grace and while Donovan certainly could not fault Laci's father for his attraction to Mary, why did the man have to fall for Mother Weasel?

The two had already been overheard discussing future plans. John was going to be retiring in about a year and had stated his hope of relocating to Georgia to be closer to his daughter and her family. It would be nice to make some new friends, he told Donovan, all the while looking across the room at Mary Nichols.

For years, Mary had wanted to live closer to her only son but his work and travel schedule meant that she probably wouldn't see very much of him so she decided to stay in her Florida home. Now that Trent and Sara were married and planned to make Georgia their main and permanent residence, it was the perfect time for Mary to consider relocating. Not only would she be closer to her son but she'd be nearby to help with future grandchildren. It would also be nice to make some new friends, she told Donovan, all the while looking across the room at John Grace.

Donovan resolved to start buying aspirin in the mega-giant economy size if it seemed likely that a permanent relationship was on the horizon for John and Mary. Trent would be Laci's step-weasel and Donovan's step-weasel. Soon they would all be getting together for the weasel family holiday season. Great. Just great.

GRRRR!!! Maybe Matthew actually had inherited his father's ability to growl.

He remembered how beautiful Laci had looked on their wedding day and today she looked just as radiant and angelic with her long blonde hair and her ever-present sunbeams lighting up his world. There had been a time when sunbeams had no place in his life. Now they would be with him forever.

For Donovan, the best part of Sara and Trent's wedding was standing beside Laci, looking down into her blue eyes, holding her hand tightly, as Sara and Trent spoke their vows. Well, at least, Sara spoke. Trent, the professional actor and genius, stammered, stuttered and stumbled. Idiot probably should have had cue cards.

Nevertheless, Donovan couldn't help but recall his own wedding to Laci and how much that day meant to him. It also gave him considerable satisfaction to remember that, even though nervous, he had spoken his own vows clearly and meaningfully, without a single stammer or stumble. Hah! Take that, actor-weasel!!

He also recalled his own wedding night. He and Laci had been in agreement about spending their first night as husband and wife in their own bed. It was perfect for them, although Donovan would have gone anywhere as long as he was with Laci. He had a feeling she probably wouldn't mind re-creating their own wedding night this very night.

Maybe in a couple of weeks, after things settled down, he could also talk her into re-creating their honeymoon on Kalake. They could both use a break and he could prove why it was a lot better to be married to an out-of-control but quasi-controlling, slightly insane and semi-paranoid but very romantic Dominant than an actor-weasel.

He could even show her how romantic he could be by having a fire pit built on the beach. They could talk about that for hours. They had never talked about a fire pit before. With so much new information to discuss, it might even take days. A few days on Kalake debating the merits of a fire pit could be exactly what she needed to get her mind off Virgil and keep it on her wonderful, non-weasel and very romantic husband.

"Nice wedding." Donovan was suddenly aware of Victor standing next to him. "Hate big fancy weddings. This was good. Marian had some business contacts she had to invite to ours but it was still small. Yours was small. Laci invited some of her ranch family but it was still nice and small. Seems like it means more that way. Too bad Trent and Sara can't take much time for a long honeymoon"

"True," Donovan acknowledged, "but Laci said they're incorporating a honeymoon into Trent's shooting schedule in Canada. When he finishes they'll take a real honeymoon."

"Bet they'd like to go to Kalake," Victor stated. "A remote, tropical island. Perfect place for a honeymoon. Thinking maybe I'd surprise Marian and take her there for a few days after she's done with the wedding issue of the magazine."

"I was actually thinking I might take Laci for a few days. You can watch Matt while we go and we can look after Jeremy when you go."

"Sounds like a plan. Don't forget to pack lots of sunscreen for all that naked beach running. Not the time to be nursing a sunburn."

"Victor, I don't care to know what you might be planning to do with my cousin, on a beach, off a beach, naked or fully clothed, with or without sunburn."

"Should remind Sara and Trent about the sunscreen if they go to Kalake," Victor noted.

"Weasels don't get sunburn. They like to hide in the sand and pretend they're camels."

"Heard unicorns like that too. So did Laci forgive you for taking Virgil?"

"Victor, I didn't take Virgil. I have no idea where he is and I don't care. Laci knows I didn't have anything to do with it and that's all I care about. My wife happens to trust me, unlike some ungrateful and overpaid employees I choose not to name."

"Can't imagine who those would be." Victor somehow managed to sound perplexed. He nodded across the room. "Looks like Laci's father and Trent's mother are getting along very well. Who knows? In the not too distant future they might want to borrow Kalake for a little naked beach running of their own."

"Damn it! That is not an image I need in my head. Don't you have anything better to do than annoy me? The tradition for weddings has never been 'something old, something new, something borrowed, and a pain in the ass named Victor'. Go stand over there. Maybe Sara will throw her bouquet at you. If she doesn't, I'd be happy to beat you with it, myself."

"That's what I like to hear. Everything's back to normal. Guess Laci unhornied you at the ranch. Told you. Happy always leads to horny. Bet it was a lot better than the big pretzel. Actually, it's kinda like having a big pretzel. Might wanna pass on the extra salt though. Could get a little scratchy."

"Burying you in deep sand could get a little scratchy too. Want to try it? Maybe now?"

Finally the long day was over. Trent and Sara went off to start their honeymoon and new life together. Donovan sighed as he watched John and Mary leave by themselves for a quiet dinner and wondered how soon it would be necessary to add a mega-giant economy size barrel of sunscreen to his aspirin order.

Laci's father and Mother Weasel. Great. Just great.

Marian took Jeremy home and Matthew continued to practice his newly acquired growling skills on the dog-moose while Laci and Victor worked together re-organizing the house.

It really had been a very nice day. With her usual organization and efficiency, Laci handled all the details and the wedding had been quite pleasant. Perhaps not as perfect as his own wedding had been, Donovan thought as he climbed the stairs and headed toward the master bedroom, but quite pleasant. He opened the bedroom door thinking how amazing a re-creation of their wedding night was going to be. He might even have time to get a bouquet of sunflowers for his bride of several years. She'd like that.

"NO!!!!!"

Vaguely, Donovan was aware of the sound of footsteps and paws running from all directions.

Full of concern, Laci approached Donovan where he stood in the open doorway. "Donovan? Are you all right? What's wrong?"

Donovan was standing still and staring into the room as he snarlingly uttered two words, "He's back."

Her expression was puzzled as she looked in the same direction. "Who's...? Oh my!"

Standing behind her, Victor was also surprised. "Hey! Look at that! He is back."

The bane and scourge of Donovan's world. His rival and nemesis. His opponent and adversary. Carrier of torment, curses and plagues. His archenemy.

VIRGIL.

Was back. And he wasn't alone.

There he sat, on his chair of honor, with his pink satin horn and his usual menacing, black, beady-eyed sneer of disdain directed straight at Donovan.

Seated to his right was a slightly smaller unicorn. This one also had a pink satin horn, beady black eyes and a wreath of tiny sunflowers around its neck. Nestled in front of the pair were three tiny unicorns. Like their parents they had pink satin horns, black eyes and had inherited their father's beady-eyed ability to sneer.

He was back, all right. And with his whole family. Including triplets. No longer were there two eyes staring at Donovan. Now there were ten. Black. Beady. Staring. Eyes.

"Mama? What happened?" Matthew wanted to know as he pushed his way between the adults and into the room. "Virgil! Virgil's back!" Matthew ran over and swooped the unicorn up in a hug. Donovan was almost sure he could hear the beast purring with delight. "Mama? Who are these other unicorns? Are they Virgil's family? Is that his wife? Did Virgil have three babies? What are their names?"

"I don't know their names," Laci answered. "We've all just met. Would you like to name them?"

Matthew took a moment to consider. "Virgil's wife has a necklace of sunflowers and you like sunflowers, Mama, so her name should be Sunflower," he decided.

"That's a perfect name for her," Laci told him. "Hi, Sunflower. Matthew, what would you like to name the babies?"

This proved to be a harder task and Matthew pondered for a minute before he decided. Finally he pointed to the first tiny unicorn and said, "This one should be named Trent. And this one," Matthew pointed to the next unicorn, "should be Victor. And the one at the end is named Donovan. Little Trent, little Victor and little Donovan. Those are good names, right Mama?" Judging from the kid's smile, in addition to his father's growling skills, he had inherited his mother's sunbeams.

Laci smiled her own sunshine smile at her son. "Those are perfect names. Little Trent, little Victor and little Donovan. We're glad you all decided to come live here with us."

That wasn't big Donovan muttering something about her speaking for herself, was it? Must have been her imagination.

"Can we play with the babies, Mama? Me and Jeremy? We'll be very careful so they don't get hurt."

"I think it would be fine if you and Jeremy played with them tomorrow but right now it's time for you to get to bed. Will you please say good-night to everyone?"

Carefully replacing Virgil next to his family, Matthew hugged him again. "I'm happy you came back, Virgil and thank you for bringing your family. I'll see you tomorrow." He also hugged Sunflower then gave Little Trent, Little Victor and Little Donovan a kiss on the top of each of their tiny heads. Matthew turned to Victor and reached up for a hug. " 'Night, Uncle Victor. Don't tell Jeremy about Virgil's babies. Then tomorrow he'll get a good surprise too. Promise?"

"I promise, Noodle-bug," Victor assured him as he returned the hug. "You can show him when I bring him over in the morning."

"Daddy? Are you going to come in my room to say good-night?" Matthew wanted to know. After Donovan's promise that he would do exactly that, Matthew turned back to Virgil. " 'Night unicorn family. See you tomorrow." Never one to walk if he could run, Matthew took off at top speed with Laci following.

"That was real sweet," Victor observed, "how Noodle-bug wants Jeremy to be surprised. So Virgil's back. That's nice."

"Define nice," Donovan grumbled. "If nice means two-timing hypocrite, then sure, it's nice. All this time while he's been watching and condemning me with that hateful stare, he's been seeing someone behind Laci's back. Then Mr. Big-Shot has to come back with three kids. You have one. I have one. Even the fucking horse only has one but, no, the braggart has to show up with triplets. Real nice."

"Well, you know what they always say: lose a weasel, gain a whole unicorn family. It's the circle of life, Donovan."

Donovan glared menacingly. "Who the hell is 'they'? 'They' should mind their own damned businesses and that offer to bury you in deep sand is still open. Perhaps 'they' would like to help."

Chapter 8 Taking the Unicorn by the Horn

In the house next door, Victor was telling Marian about the unexpected return of Virgil.

"It was the cutest thing when Matthew told me not to tell Jeremy so he could be surprised, too. They really are great kids, but I'm telling you, Marian, you should have seen the look on Donovan's face when Matthew decided to name one of the babies little Donovan. He's probably going to be sleeping with one eye open in case Virgil decides to attack him."

"My cousin has really changed since Laci came into his life. Even as a kid, he was always so proper, so uptight, did everything by the book. Knowing Donny, he probably wrote the book. Now, with the possible exception of his strange and unreasonable fear of stuffed unicorns, he's almost human." Marian smiled happily at her husband. "So we've added little Trent, little Victor, little Donovan and Sunflower to the family. Donny might be neurotic but the two of you have really taught Jeremy and Matthew so much. Imagine a little boy Matthew's age actually looking at a wreath of flowers around the unicorn's neck and being able to recognize them as sunflowers. Even though Donovan makes sure there are always sunflowers around, it's astonishing that Matthew pays such close attention to detail."




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Chapter 1 A Peek into the Past

"You seem lost in thought, at least a million miles away."

Laci smiled at Marian's statement. "Yes to lost in thought and no to the million miles. Only a few yards actually. I'm thinking about Donovan."

"Where is my cousin? Working as usual? Victor took the boys to the park and asked Donny to go but he said he had work to do. I suppose I'm not the one to talk but there is more to life than working. Victor has taught me that. I think you and Matthew have also taught Donny that although he seems to forget sometimes."

They were sitting in Marian and Victor's comfortable living room. One of Laci's feet was propped on an ottoman in front of the chair, her ankle wrapped with an ace bandage.

"He's getting caught up on everything he didn't do while you and Victor were on Kalake. Neither of us expected that I was going to trip over Virgil and sprain my ankle. Donovan had his hands full between taking care of Matthew and Jeremy plus looking after me and not asking for help for any of it. I am incredibly proud of him. Not long ago he wouldn't have known where or how to start and he would have been on the phone demanding help. Instead he just did what had to be done without thinking twice. He was quite remarkable."

"How is your ankle?" Marian asked.

"Much better, almost 100%, although Donovan still isn't letting me do anything. I'm hoping he'll take some time to rest now that you and Victor are back. I don't think I've ever seen him so tired."

Marian settled in the chair across from Laci. "I'm not sure my cousin knows how to rest. He teases you about never learning the meaning of the word submissive but he's just as bad when it comes to taking time off, resting, relaxing. Those words don't have a very large place in his vocabulary. I think our family background is largely responsible for both of us turning into extreme workaholics."

"Donovan doesn't talk about the past. He's told me quite a lot about his time in college, when he started his business, wanting to become a Dominant, but the times before that he almost never talks about. I keep thinking there are things he doesn't want to recall."

Marian considered Laci's statement. "I can't say that either of us don't want to remember. It's more that there isn't much worth remembering. Neither of us had siblings but it wasn't as if we were neglected or unloved and it certainly wasn't anything like you experienced with your parents. It was all very commonplace, very mundane. If you can call having enough money to fund a small nation mundane."

"He also doesn't talk very much about money, not the family money or his own."

"Probably because he saw what happened over time. The Corbetts started making money during the mid-1800's. The ancestors were in the right place, at the right time, and were able to start several industries that were more than lucrative. For the next hundred or so years the Corbetts worked hard and earned a huge amount of money. Somewhere during the mid-1900's they decided to work less and start spending their hard earned money. The problem was, as time went on, it all became very excessive."

"Donovan has said he never wanted for anything when he was younger. He's torn between giving anything and everything to Matthew and making sure he's not spoiled."

"He saw what having anything and everything did to his parents and mine and the rest of the family. Excessive might not have been a strong enough way to describe it. The family businesses will always make money but at some point the spending became exorbitant. Eventually it all became almost unconscionable. It wasn't just living the good life. It was destructive. Drinking. Drugs. Promiscuity. Gambling. Taking risks, almost suicidal chances. From what I know, there were times when the lifestyle of the Corbetts skirted hedonism. Donny and I lived it too, mostly because it was all we knew, although we never took it quite to the extreme as other members of the family."

"Donovan never described it quite so strongly."

"Donny's father and my father were brothers. They both worked for a time in the family businesses but they both spent money the way other people drink water. Our city homes were big enough but the country estates were massive. No joke, I had a closet about as big as the average home. My parents gave me everything. Donny's were just as bad. He had three cars before he was old enough to drive."

"Three cars? No wonder Donovan doesn't want to spoil Matthew."

"Exactly, but we thought everyone lived the same way. We didn't know any differently until we got older and wiser and started looking beyond the money. I'm making it sound terrible but it really wasn't. Our parents were there for every Christmas but the trees were decorated by professional decorators and it took about three days to open all the gifts that were purchased by personal shoppers and wrapped by some minion in some store. By the time we finished opening the last few gifts, we couldn't remember what the first few gifts were. It was the same with birthdays. They were never, ever forgotten and there was always a huge cake and far too many gifts to really mean anything. Donny had a good relationship with his parents but he was almost closer to my father than to his own. I had a good relationship with my parents but I spent hours with Donny's mom. It's a shame none of them lived long enough to see their children grow up or meet their grandchildren. As for the other relatives, the aunts, uncles and cousins, they just keep repeating the same mistakes, never earning anything, spending as much money as they can, drinking more than is necessary, everything excessively."

"So, I guess there aren't any relatives Donovan would want to be reunited with, the way he reunited me with my father."

"Not one. It sounds a little cold, but he probably mourned my father more than his own. My dad loved gambling and horseracing and his stables. He owned some incredible horses and he and Donny would ride on the estate. The place was so massive they'd be gone all day. Donny used to ride a huge white stallion named Wycliff. Usually white horses aren't completely white, but Wycliff was pure, snow white. He seemed to lose interest after dad died which is probably why he doesn't like the ranch, although the estate was all wide open meadows, miles of emerald green grass and groomed riding paths. None of it was dirty or dusty. Dad and Donny would race across one of the meadows, their hair blowing in every direction. Donny was always a serious kid but that was about the only time he looked carefree. He looked carefree when he was riding or driving his little roadster. I have some pictures." Marian got up and went over to a cupboard and pulled out a photo album, flipping through the pages. "Here." She handed it to Laci. "His pride and joy. An antique Jaguar. He loved that car until just before he graduated college and decided he needed to be serious and responsible. Also about the same time he became a Dominant. In his own way, Donny emulated what he grew up with. He wanted and needed control but he took it to the extreme."

Laci flipped through the photographs. "I've never seen pictures. If Donovan has any, he's got them locked away somewhere. I'm surprised he liked riding. He never wants to ride when I invite him."

"He did like riding Wycliff. Dad died a few months after Donny went off to school and my mother had no interest so she sold all the horses and closed up the stables. He was sorry to lose Wycliff but Donny never seemed interested in riding after that. He sold the car to a collector just before he graduated and got a small fortune for it. Then he devoted all of his time to building his business. We both wanted companies that weren't part of the family heritage. If the parasite relatives were going to live off the company money, it wasn't going to be money we made for them. We made our own. I used some of my trust fund when I started the magazine but I don't think Donny's ever broken into his. One day Matthew is going to inherit a substantial sum."

"I can't believe Donovan never told me any of this. It's as if that part of his life didn't happen. He never mentioned riding with your father or the horse. Not that I'm surprised. Horses aren't the safest topic of discussion. Especially growling horses."

"Wycliff didn't growl. At least, I don't remember him growling. And as long as there's dirt or dust, he'll find every excuse not to ride. Donny always hated getting dirty. Even when he was Matthew's age. He's always been tidy and almost compulsive about his clothes and appearance. I nearly fainted the first time I saw him wearing jeans. Whenever I saw him riding, he was wearing very proper equestrian apparel and attire. Never jeans." Marian smiled at Laci. "You've made such a huge difference in his life."

Laci smiled back. "He's made an even bigger difference in mine. I often think back to the hours I used to spend mucking out stables and never believing I'd have my own son, a beautiful home and a very loving husband who has been responsible for all of it. I'm glad you told me all of this. Makes it easier to understand why Donovan implodes when he feels like he's losing control."

"Don't you ever resent it?" Marian asked. "Don't you resent the Dominant thing?"

Laci considered for a moment. "At first I was very intimidated by it and by Master Donovan. I wasn't sure what he was going to expect from me and I knew submission wasn't something I needed or wanted. Eventually I started to understand what he got from training and he's managed to keep his two worlds very separate which I find amazing. Now the only thing I resent is when he goes out of town and is gone for so long but that's because I miss him. He's very special."

"Cousin Donny, Dominant with a heart of gold. I guess he always had the tendency. He used to control Wycliff and that was more than one thousand pounds of horse and now he controls his business and the sex slaves. Can't control you though, or Victor."

"I think Donovan and I take turns controlling each other pretty well," Laci could feel herself blushing, "although from what Victor says, the two of you have worked out a few control issues."

It was Marian's turn to blush. "I would have to agree. Victor is quite good with both giving and receiving tying privileges but there is a definite Dominant gene in the Corbett lineage. My husband would agree and I think Matthew has it as well. I'm not sure Master Donovan realizes how often he submits to his three year old son."

"Donovan still reminds me about the afternoon I tricked him into getting acquainted with Matthew but he just needed to take control for himself. Now Donovan is Matthew's hero but Matthew does demand submission every time he wants to hear a story or get down on the floor and play with his little cars or his blocks or wants to crash his cars into a tower of blocks. Donovan drops whatever he's doing. It's wonderful."

"It is wonderful. Victor always describes Donny's former life as a black and white existence that exploded into color the day you wandered into it. There was order and routine and each day was a replica of the day before until you came along and my cousin started catching rainbows. It's no wonder he's in a perpetual state of befuddlement, which for all his complaining, I think he actually enjoys."

"I think so, too," Laci responded. "He's been especially happy since Virgil and his brood started keeping watch over Matthew," she stated with a slight accusatory frown."

"I did confess and apologize to Donny for that but I couldn't resist and I never expected everyone to react that much. I can understand the growling horse but a stuffed unicorn? He has to have seen quite a bit during his Dominant discovery sessions but he's bothered by a stuffed unicorn that stares? My cousin is one of a kind."

"If it makes Donovan happy to have Virgil watching over Matthew, then so be it. He might not believe it, but Donovan's happiness and tranquility is more important to me."

"It's also easier to deal with but that tranquility might be erupting soon. Victor said that your birthday is approaching rapidly and Donny is starting to panic about a gift. Maybe you can keep the peace and give him some idea about what you want."

"Actually our conversation has given me an excellent idea. It's going to take a little planning on my end but I think I know exactly what to ask for."

Chapter 2 Isn't That Special?

Donovan was sitting at his desk, making some final notes on a report, when Victor toddled into the room.

"Hey, Daddy-bug. It's nap-time. Want some company?" A stapler flew through the air and slammed into Victor's shoulder. "Ouch! Hey! What was that for?"

Donovan shrugged. "You started calling me that when Matt was born. It wasn't long ago he celebrated his third birthday and for all this time I've been telling you I hate the name yet you continue to use it. If you can do what you want to do than I should be able to do the same and when you use that name, I want to throw something, so I did. I'm thinking about ordering some small granite pieces. Something tasteful that will coordinate with the room. I can stack them right next to the desk and when you annoy me, I can throw one. I'll make sure the corners aren't sharp. At least not too sharp."

"Now what's wrong? Why are you in such a bad mood?"

"Actually, I'm in an extraordinarily good mood," Donovan told him with satisfaction. "I've gotten caught up on almost everything I wasn't able to do while you and Marian were on your Kalake holiday."

"You know, you coulda called. We would've come back," Victor responded.

"I suppose I could have called but it didn't seem necessary. Matt and Jeremy are fine. The dog-moose was very helpful with them. Laci's ankle is doing better, so, with the exception of the first day of her injury, when the boys had ice cream and cereal for breakfast, everything was just fine." He noticed Victor's expression. "What? It's dairy."

"Maybe you and Laci can head to Kalake for a few days. You deserve some time off. Take a few days and do nothing but relax and run naked on the beach."

"What the hell is it with you and running naked on the beach? What possible satisfaction do you get from kicking sand all over yourself and risking sunburn? I can assure you, Laci and I do not run naked on the beach. She loved the new fire pit I had built and we spent quite a bit of time discussing it. It was very informative."

"What's so hot about a fire pit? No pun intended. Can't beat naked running."

"Victor, let me ask you something. When you are running naked on the beach, what are you doing?"

"Uh...running. Running with no clothes. Kinda sexy."

"Are you doing anything else?"

"No. That's pretty much it. Running. Running on the sand. Running into the water to get cool from running on the sand. Damn sand is almost hot as a fire pit. Just running."

"So while you are hotly running on the sand, kicking sand into every crevice of your body, risking sunburn and heat stroke, you are doing nothing but running. I, however, am sitting under the awning and having a discussion about the fire pit. I have no concerns about stray sand or sunburn and I'm not actually discussing the merits of the fire pit. And while you are expending your energy running and getting sand kicked up your ass, I am very happily not really discussing anything to do with the fire pit."

"Huh?"

"Think about it."

"While I'm running, you're discussing but you're not really discussing. But you're discussing." Victor thought for a moment before the light bulb above his head flashed. "Ohhh...discussing. You might have a point, Donovan."

"Yes I might and, unlike yours, my point isn't at the top of my head and it's quite beneficial for very long, fire-related discussions. And speaking about discussions, as I recall we had a discussion about my wife's upcoming birthday. You were going to attempt to help me with an idea to do something for her. Is there any chance you interrupted your naked running fantasies to actually think about it?"

"Why do you always ask me?" Victor whined. "You never like my ideas and you always come up with your own ideas that are better than my ideas."

"Considering that your past ideas have included Club Transylvania and spicy wing odysseys, yes, I do usually have better ideas but I'm taking a shot anyway. I figure that the odds have to fall in my favor eventually and you'll come up with a brilliant notion that will astonish me. Is this your day or should I check with the dog-moose again? His ideas are usually not too bad."

"Laci never wants anything."

"I know. That's why I'm asking for help."

"Laci never asks for anything."

"I know. And I repeat: that's why I'm asking for help."

"Laci likes everything."

"I don't believe you seem to be getting the concept of 'help'. I'm aware that Laci never asks for anything and appreciates everything but I enjoy doing special things for her and several years ago you pointed out that Laci probably didn't have many good memories associated with her birthday and I should help her make new ones. That's what I have tried to do ever since. That's what I'm attempting to do now."

"You could have a party for her. How about a real old fashioned party with a big cake and balloons, party hats, streamers, pin the tail on the donkey?"

"Outstanding idea," Donovan stated with mock enthusiasm, "and when we're finished pinning the tail on you, we can go back to throwing things at you. Best idea you've ever had."

"She likes sunflowers."

Donovan shook his head. "Thank you for stating the obvious. I know she likes sunflowers. Is that the best you can come up with? The dog-moose would be more help. Sunflowers," he said with exasperation. "Perhaps you can take your sunny sunflower idea and stick it where the sun does not shine."

"I thought you were in a good mood."

"I was," Donovan muttered, "until I started talking to you. I want something special."

"Real sunflowers dry up eventually. Maybe you can have a gold sunflower necklace made for her then she can have sunflowers even when she doesn't have sunflowers."

Donovan looked at Victor with a quizzical expression. "That's actually not a bad idea, I just don't know if it's special enough."

"Laci thinks everything you do is special. You've had some real special moments. Like you always fighting with her horse. That's special. And you always flipping out when you think Trent is flirting with her. That's really special. And how about the time you blew up the kitchen. Can't get more special than that."

Donovan pretended to laugh. "Yeah, and remember when I fired you? That was very special, one of my fondest memories. That's about as special as it gets."

"You never fired me."

"No time like the present. Let's all have a special day."

"Are you sure you're in a good mood?" Victor questioned suspiciously.

"At the moment, I think I'm in a special mood." Donovan sighed. "Look, I know in the past, Laci and I have had some bumps in the road."

"She's had bumps. You've had those red spikes that cause severe tire damage."

"It's not too late to make this an exceptionally special day and fire you, Victor," Donovan snarled. "As I was saying, we've had some bumps but the last couple of months have been perfect. She's not always the easiest person to deal with and I know I'm not always the easiest person to deal with but when she evicted Virgil the Hateful and his unicorn gang from our bedroom, it really meant a lot to me."

"That wasn't a gang. That was his family."

"They still got relocated to Matt's room and he's happy to have them. And when he outgrows them, I'll have no problem building them a unicorn hutch or coop or corral or bunker or wherever it is that unicorns reside. He can sit proudly in the entry way and welcome every visitor with one of his beady eyed snarls. At the moment, however, I still need an idea for Laci's birthday."




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"Why don't you build her a fire pit in the garden? That way you don't have to go all the way to Kalake to talk about them."

"I don't think it would be as effective. I'd constantly have to wonder if you were going to walk in and join the discussion. I can lock you out of our bedroom but I'm not sure I can lock you out of the garden."

"Are you calling me a voyeur?"

"No, Victor. I'm calling you an annoying and nosy pain in my ass. Next idea."

"What about taking her somewhere? She loves it when the two of you go to New York."

"True but we've done that a number of times. It's not special."

"Didn't like the party idea, huh?"

"Not really, Victor. Besides it wouldn't be much of a party. Marian is always working or getting called from or about work. Trent and Sara are on location in Morocco and won't be around. Not that I'm complaining. Hopefully a camel will bury the weasel in the desert. Her father is in the midst of some work project and won't be here until the week after her birthday and he's bringing Mary Nichols with him."

"That's nice. I told you it was only a matter of time until John and Mary borrowed Kalake for some naked beach running."

Donovan's eyes narrowed. "Wouldn't it be special if I could rent a camel to bury you somewhere? That's what I'd like for my next birthday. Any other ideas?"

"Well, maybe you should just ask Laci."

"That's not especially helpful. I ask her all the time and she always says she doesn't want or need anything. In a way, that's very nice. I love her. I love that she loves me. I love how much she loves and cares for Matthew. I love that she's happy with her life. I love that she's happy with our lives together. I love that she's so happy there isn't anything that she believes will make her happier. I love that she isn't greedy and materialistic like my lazy, money-sucking relatives. I love that she puts up with my moments of lunacy. I love that in spite of our many differences and disagreements, we always work things out. It's all one big giant love fest but it's not helping to clear my mind and figure out what to do for her birthday."

"Need to clear your mind? I hear naked beach running is good for that."

Chapter 3 Mystery Gift

Donovan stood under the shower, enjoying the warm water as it eased the tension from his neck and back. He had to admit he was exhausted. The last two weeks had been tough and non-stop from day break until after midnight.

Marian had finally allowed Victor to persuade her to take some time off and visit Kalake for some rest and naked beach running. The very first morning was probably the worst. All would have been well if Matthew and Jeremy, who were supposed to be playing quietly in the house while Laci got their breakfast, hadn't plotted to climb a small step ladder the gardener left leaning against the stone garden wall. The usually responsible man had just gone to his truck for something and had no way of knowing the Twosome of Terror were watching and going to try and make a break for it.

They didn't get very far. Virgil the Vigilant sounded the alarm and Laci went running from one direction while Donovan came running from the other. Unfortunately the frenzied Virgil darted between the two of them and Laci fell right over the giant fur ball.

The next few minutes were sheer havoc. Donovan rescued and scolded the boys while praising Virgil for his dedication. It was only then he realized Laci was grimacing in pain and having trouble walking. In his haste to settle the boys, pet Virgil and get some ice for his wife's swollen ankle, Donovan also knocked over the milk carton.

Things got a bit better after that. Virgil was only too happy to help clean up the milk mess while Matthew and Jeremy raved about their untraditional breakfast of corn flakes and vanilla ice cream.

Donovan insisted on calling the doctor who assured him Laci's ankle had only a minor sprain and if she stayed off it for a few days, she'd be good as new.

He supposed he could have called for help but it seemed to be controllable. If there was one thing he knew he could do, it was control. True, he had to watch the boys constantly, never knowing what they were going to try next. True, he insisted Laci stay in one place and off her injured ankle so she wasn't much help. True, he was running between the kids and Laci and the kitchen constantly. True, by the time he got Matt and Jeremy settled for their afternoon naps, he wanted his own nap. True, he wasn't able to get any work done during the day and ended up almost falling asleep while he tried to work after the boys finally went to bed. Also true, he had done a damn good job of handling everything. Not only had Laci repeatedly praised his efforts but he was also kind of proud of himself. Still, it had been an exhausting two weeks.

Victor and Marian finally returned that morning. As soon as they heard what had occurred, Victor took charge of the boys. Laci and Marian headed to the house next door where not only was Marian able to attend to Laci for a while but she was also able to get caught up on her work and what was happening at her office.

For several blissfully quiet hours, Donovan sat alone in his silent house and got caught up on his own work while patting himself on the back for a job well done and being a little shocked that he actually missed the chaos. There was no doubt that life before Laci was easier but life with Laci was so much better.

Thoughts of Laci brought thoughts of Laci's birthday. He still didn't have any ideas. Why did he always think Victor was going to be able to help? The only thing Victor usually helped with was Donovan's increased consumption of aspirin.

Laci's birthday. He had no idea what to do and he was too tired to even think about it. Maybe he should just ask and see if she gave him any hints. Couldn't be any worse than trying to get help from Victor.

Drying off and wrapping up in his robe, Donovan entered the empty bedroom. Where the hell was Laci? She never listened. She was supposed to be staying off her foot. Why wasn't she in bed? As if she was reading his thoughts, Laci walked into the room.

"Why aren't you resting?" he demanded.

She smiled and continued walking straight into his arms. "I was checking on Matthew."

"I could have done that. You're supposed to be staying off your ankle."

Her sunbeams were flooding the room with a warm glow. "Donovan, I swear, my ankle feels fine and you've done so much already. You need to get some rest, too."

"Is Matt okay?"

"He's sleeping soundly and quite happily surrounded with unicorns."

Donovan rolled his eyes. "Bed," he ordered. "Right now. I want you off that ankle."

"Yes, Master Donovan." Without protesting further, she slipped into bed.

Instead of joining her, Donovan started pacing. Pacing was almost as regular an occurrence for him as naked beach running was for Victor.

"Donovan, I can see how tired you are. Please come to bed. Let me take care of you for a change."

"Okay. Never thought I'd be saying this but I'm too tired to tie. And I can't think of anything I need to say about the fireplace. Can we tie and talk another time?" Pulling off his robe, he slid into bed beside Laci. "I did want to discuss something else though."

She noticed he was rubbing the back of his neck as he settled under the covers. "How about I give you a neck rub while we talk. I've never seen you look so tired or tense. Sit up and lean back against me."

"Laci, it doesn't take much to make me horny and I'm too tired. Just the neck, okay?"

She smiled her sunbeam smile. "I promise." Gently she started to massage his neck, instantly feeling the knots of tension. "I had an interesting talk with Marian. She was telling me about when you grew up, the homes you lived in. You never really talk about your past. I can't imagine growing up with that much money, having everything handed to you. I can understand why you have the concerns you do about spoiling Matthew."

"I'm not going to lie about it. Having a ton of money makes life a lot easier but earning the money I've made myself means more. Marian and I are probably the only ones in the family who have truly worked during the last sixty years. Some of them pretended to work in the family businesses until they got bored but most of them just spent what our ancestors earned."

"She also told me about your roadster and how much you loved driving it. She even showed me some old photographs. Do you have any pictures? I'd bet Matthew would love to see his daddy as a little boy."

"The Jaguar. I liked that car. I'm sure I have some pictures around. Never really thought much about it but I can look. You really think Matt would want to see them?"

"Donovan, you know he would. You know how curious he is about everything. Sometimes a little too curious. My sprained ankle is proof of that. He'll probably have about a million questions for you. He'd also love to see those pictures of you riding that giant white horse. He looks even bigger than Prince."

"Oh yeah. Wycliff. He was a good horse. He was great to ride. A total thoroughbred who obeyed commands and never learned to growl. If I had known Marian's mother was going to sell all the horses, I probably would have taken him although I guess it turned out for the best. Used to really enjoy riding but doubt I would have much time."

"You can ride with me at the ranch."

"I guess but it's not the same. The ranch is dirty. Every time I go there I end up covered with dust. Riding at Marian's country estate was like being in a different world. A very clean, different world. If I close my eyes I can almost visualize the lawns. They were like green velvet. The whole place was surrounded by wide open meadows and it was always silent. The grass was so thick, we wouldn't even hear the horses trotting. We'd ride for hours and never hear anything except our own voices and maybe a few birds."

Laci could feel his tense knots almost melting away as he spoke about the past. "It sounds like a wonderful place to grow up. What happened to the country estates?"

"After my parents passed, I inherited what they had but ended up selling most of it. It was all too big, too meaningless. After Marian's dad died, her mom couldn't wait to get rid of the place and get back to the city. She always hated the country life but my uncle loved it. I got along pretty well with my uncle. Didn't agree with his philosophies about money although at least he and my father sometimes worked for the family business."

"What about your mom?"

"She and dad were basically good people but shallow. The whole family was in constant competition. If one bought a new car, they all had to get a new car, always more expensive and flashy. If one took a trip, they all packed their bags although I doubt if any of them ever walked into a museum or went to the top of the Eiffel Tower. When they traveled, they over-ate, over-drank, over-gambled, over-shopped. My mother and Marian's mother made a career out of shopping, drinking and shopping again. I'm sure their excessive habits played a part in them dying at such a young age."

"Sounds like a boring way to live. What happens when you've bought everything?"

He snorted slightly. "If you were my relatives, you gave everything to the staff and started buying again. My parents were very generous. I will give them that. Hey! My neck feels great. Don't know why I'm surprised. I'm pretty well acquainted with your magic fingers and their many tricks." Donovan leaned over for a kiss before settling back under the covers.

Laci snapped off the light and snuggled next to him. "I know the feelings and memories you have about your family aren't always the best but it's nice to hear about your life before I met you. You said there was something you wanted to talk about," she reminded him.

"Right. Your birthday is coming up and I want to get you something or do something. I made the mistake of asking Victor for some input which probably accounts for the knots of tension in my neck and I know you're going to say you don't want or need anything but I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask. A little help? Any ideas? Hints? Suggestions?"

She was silent for a minute. "Actually there is something. Would you consider allowing me to be the Dominant for the day? Actually, more like two or three days."

He took a turn at being silent before he asked with suspicion, "What, exactly, does that mean? Does it involve any of your whips? What are you intending to tie me to? Swear it won't be Victor. I'd rather take my chances with the whip."

"Not that kind of Dominant. I meant there's something I'd very much like to do with you but I have to take control and plan it. You can't plan it because you don't know where it is or how to get there and I want your promise not to do or buy anything else."

"Doesn't seem like much of a gift if you have to do everything. How can I possibly not know where it is?" He still sounded suspicious. "If I'm giving it to you, shouldn't I know something about it? Can you at least tell me what it is or something it is or anything it is? Why is it going to take two or three days? When will you tell me?"

"I can tell you some of it but not right now. I want to see if I can work it all out. We can leave the day before my birthday and come back the day after my birthday and I'll plan the entire thing. All you have to do is share it with me. Is that okay?"

"I guess. If it's what you really want." He sounded reluctant.

"Thank you, Donovan. I'll get started first thing in the morning. Why don't you try and get some sleep. You said you were exhausted." She kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Get some sleep? Right. Maybe after he figured out what she could possibly be planning. Where did she want to go? What did she want to do when they got there? Maybe he shouldn't have agreed so easily. When Laci was involved, almost anything was likely and that was a slightly frightening thought...even for a Dominant.

Chapter 4 Curiouser and Curiouser

Damn! Why the hell had he agreed?

He should have known better than to agree but it was her birthday and she never asked for anything. How could he not agree?

True to her word, Laci got busy first thing the following morning. He just wished he knew what she was busy doing.

Most of the time, she was on her computer and seemed to be researching something. If she already knew what it was and where it was, what was she researching and why was she researching it?

And why wasn't she letting him see it? Every time he attempted to peek over her shoulder, she had closed the computer. And every time he reminded her that she promised to tell him when she had worked everything out, she repeated her promise to tell him...just as soon as she had worked everything out.

He was endlessly frustrated but he sighed every time she beamed her sunbeams at him. Whatever she was planning, he had to admit, she looked unbelievably happy.

How bad could it be? Whatever it was, he was positive it wasn't going to cost very much.

During all the years he'd known her, all the years of their marriage, he had marveled at how totally content she was. Like any other married couple they had ups and downs and disagreements but she had never been demanding or greedy. It was not likely she was suddenly about to start now. It would be out of character for Laci.

She knew he had a substantial amount of money but she never asked about it and it was gratifying to know she hadn't been attracted to him for his money or what he could give to her. He had no problem paying all the household expenses and for everything relating to Matthew. When they went out to dinner or traveled somewhere, he pulled out one of his credit cards without a second thought.

But as far as personal expenditures, she had never once asked him for even a dollar. They had a joint checking account but she almost never touched it. He had given her a credit card and she probably hadn't used it more than a dozen times. Even when he offered, she always said she didn't need cash.

He presumed she probably used whatever money she earned working for Marian. His cousin must be paying a damn good salary which was only fair. He was more than generous with the salary he paid Victor.

Still, it was perplexing but what about his beautiful wife wasn't perplexing? He had never been able to completely understand her and she remained mostly unreadable although it wasn't bad to be astonished. Laci was exceptionally good at astonishing him.

He supposed he should consider himself a lot luckier than the average man. Most of the things married couples disagreed about just didn't seem to be an issue for them. They had no financial concerns. They were in complete agreement about how Matthew should be raised. The only was Laci's father and he never interfered. They both had jobs they loved and were supportive of each other's careers and choices.

There were the few times he had gone temporarily insane because of Virgil the hateful stuffed unicorn or Prince Ogre the growling horse or Trent Nichols the idiot actor-weasel but they had worked those things out. In the long run, what mattered was she loved him and he loved her. She accepted him and his moments of lunacy and his need to be tidy and controlling. He accepted her and never quite knowing what was on her mind or what to expect from her. It made life fun and interesting and sexy.

Oh yeah. Sexy.

He had actually looked up the statistics and was a little surprised to discover that the more orgasms a man had, the longer he was likely to live. At the rate he and Laci were going, he was going to live until he forgot how good sex could be. Not that he was worried. He was fairly certain she'd be there to remind him.

He wouldn't categorize her as insatiable. More just an avid fan of sex. A VERY avid fan.

He was always a little shocked when he overheard men discussing the lack of sex in their lives. Wives and girlfriends seemed to have a variety of reasons not to have sex, ranging from being tired to the cliché of a headache. Undoubtedly many of those reasons were valid but apparently Laci had never received the 'Reasons to Avoid Sex' memo.

They had gotten to know each other. They had lived together. They had been married for several years and she still got that look in her cornflower blue eyes on a very regular basis. Damn! He loved that look, maybe because it was the only time he could tell what she was thinking. Laci Grace Corbett, Prom Queen, ranch hand, writer, mother and wife was one hell of a good thinker.

Now if only he could be a good thinker and figure out what she was planning for her birthday.

He tried asking Marian and learned that Laci had said she was taking a few days off: the day before her birthday, the day of her birthday and the day after her birthday.

That was no help. Laci had already told him that much but Marian swore that was all she knew. Maybe. Maybe not. He wasn't sure he totally trusted Marian after her unicorn-napping caper, still, in this case, she seemed to be telling the truth.

He knew better than to ask Victor but gave it a shot anyway. Victor had a way of finding things out probably because he was nosy and didn't hesitate to ask questions.

Victor had also seen Laci doing some type of research. He had also tried to sneak a peek at what she was doing. He had also been frustratingly thwarted and was dying of curiosity.

That was no help either, although it did give Donovan a bit of satisfaction to see Victor being stonewalled by Laci. Satisfaction maybe, but no answers.

As a desperate last resort, he tried grilling Matthew and Jeremy. Even at the age of three years old, they were both quite smart and they had actually been in the same room, sharing a snack, when Laci was on her computer. They had actually seen what was on the screen. They had actually asked her what she was looking at and she had told them. They actually knew something!




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Laci was looking at a chart. More specifically, a chart with numbers. And they actually did not have the slightest idea what was being charted or numbered. Great. Just great.

It was two days before her birthday and he still knew nothing.

Chapter 5 Yippee

And now he was wishing he still didn't know.

They were in the car, driving along the quiet back roads leading to the ranch.

The ranch. She had been planning a visit to the ranch. She wanted to take him to the ranch. It was her birthday and he would have willingly taken her almost anywhere in the entire universe and she wanted to go to the ranch. Yippee. As in yippee.

There was a little more to the story. It seemed his very lovely wife was also a land baron. She actually owned a small piece of the ranch. Yippee. As in yippee.

He had been ready to burst with curiosity about her intended plans when there had been a knock on his office door. "I'm ready to tell you what we're going to do," Laci announced.

"It's about time. Where is our mystery destination?"

Secretly, Donovan had been hoping she was planning to visit Kalake. There was something about the tropical island paradise that appealed to him the moment he first saw it. It was a world away from the stress of daily life.

It hadn't really been his greatest desire to own an island but at the time he needed an investment and Kalake was a good one. He figured he'd sell it in a few years for a huge profit or, perhaps, turn it into a training facility. What could be more interesting than training sex slaves and submissives on a remote island?

Those plans had vanished the first time he set foot on the idyllic location. It was the perfect depiction of an island paradise with white, powdery sand beaches, palm trees swaying in the breezes, the scent of lush wild flowers, views of the ocean from almost everywhere.

Kalake was his own small, private piece of heaven and he hadn't shared it with anyone, except Victor, until Laci came along. He had sent her there to protect her from Frank Harding and those first days were when he realized his interest in her went in directions he wasn't anticipating. He was thrilled when she wanted to spend their honeymoon on the island and even though he wasn't about to admit it, there actually had been a little naked beach running. Not to mention many other things. Kalake was total perfection and so was Laci.

"What are we doing?" he questioned. "You've been so secretive. Is it someplace by the ocean? Someplace with palm trees?"

"Not exactly," Laci responded. "We're going to the ranch," she saw the expression on his face, "but before you object, there's more to the plan."

"Laci, I know you love the ranch but you can go there anytime. It's your birthday. Surely there's something you want to do that's more exciting than going to the ranch."

"Donovan, I know you don't like going to the ranch but it's a huge place. You've only seen a very tiny part of it. There's also something I never told you. I own a small part of it and I'd like to take you there."

"You own part of the ranch?" he asked incredulously. "And you never told me? What other secrets have you been keeping? We've been married for a while. Shouldn't I have known about this? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

She snuggled into his arms. "Donovan, I'm not keeping secrets but you don't really like the ranch. Every time I bring it up, you change the subject. I truly didn't think you'd care and it's only a very small piece, about an acre, maybe less."

He couldn't fault her reasoning. He really didn't care in the slightest about the growling horse habitat. "How long have you owned it and where did you get the money to buy it? I know you haven't taken it out of any of our joint accounts."

"It's been mine since long before I met you and I didn't buy it. I won it in a contest. You've only been to the ranch with me a handful of times and we usually don't make it much further than my old room. I'd like you to see what I own."

"Your room is all I like about the place. The rest of it is dirty. My shoes are covered with dust the minute I step out of the car. And you make me wear jeans. I hate jeans." He looked at her with suspicion. "What kind of contest?"

"Rounding up cattle. The owner of the ranch challenged all his workers to see who could round up the most cattle in the shortest amount of time and I won. The prize was a small piece of land in the hills on the western end of the spread. I was riding Prince and the cattle were terrified of him so they ran into the pen quite willingly."

"Terrified of a growling monster masquerading as a horse? Shocking. Wait! The hills on the western end? You mean all those rocky cliffs? You own a hunk of dusty, dirty rock and that's what you want to do for your birthday? Visit your rock? Talk about a fun time. It's not going to be like a camp-out is it? I hope I don't have to sit on the ground. Do we have to roast hot dogs, too? I hate hot dogs. And I'm not singing 'Kum-bay-a'."

Laci was beaming at him. "Donovan, I've never brought anyone there before and I'd like to share it with you but if you really don't want to go, I won't force you."

He held up his hands in concession. "No. It's your birthday. If you want to visit your rock, then we can visit your rock. I would like to know what all the secrecy was about. Why did you need to research the plan? Are there special rock visitation hours?"

"Not exactly."

His suspicion was back. "What exactly?"

"We have to get there on horseback. It's the easiest way."

"You can't be serious. I haven't ridden in years. Can't we drive there?"

"Not really and that's what I was spending so much time on. I was making sure there would be a suitable horse available for you. I want to make sure you'll be completely comfortable. He's very well trained and you'll be able to handle him quite easily. His name's Albion and I promise you won't have any problem with him."

He stared at her with a dismal lack of enthusiasm. "For your birthday, I have to ride a horse named Albion to visit a rock. Victor's idea to play pin the tail on the donkey was better. Is rock visiting going to become a birthday tradition? What do I have to look forward to next year? Plymouth Rock? Maybe Stonehenge?"

"It isn't a rock. It's more like a little valley."

"Like Death Valley?"

"Donovan, if you're really against it, we can change the plans and do something else. You always give in about things and I love that you do but I'm not going to force you to do something you believe you'll hate. You have to enjoy it as well. I won't have a good time if you're having a terrible time."

And for once, he was able to read her perfectly. She would have completely and willingly given up the idea of visiting her acre of rock if he had asked her to but she would have been disappointed. He couldn't bring himself to disappoint her.

Instead of spending a few days on an island paradise, he was on his way to visit a rock. He was going to visit a rock that he needed to ride a horse to get to. He was going to ride a horse to visit a rock that his very special and beautiful wife owned because she won it herding cattle. Yippee. As in yippee.

What the hell had he been thinking? Whatever it was, it obviously wasn't about a rock in the middle of nowhere but she looked so damned happy when he agreed. Her golden sunbeams were shooting all over the room. This better be one fucking impressive rock.

There was nothing remarkable about their arrival at the ranch except maybe that there seemed to be more dust than usual. He obviously wasn't as smart as he believed himself to be. If he was, he would have invented a fictitious dust allergy years ago.

It hadn't taken very long to get settled in her old room and, as always, first thing on the agenda was a visit to the corral of the growling horse. Prince Ogre was doing his usual snorting and stomping, huffing and puffing, until he spotted Laci.

Donovan wasn't sure he'd ever get used to seeing the huge, grey horse flirting with his human love. Prince's son, Stormy, was also in the corral area. He had grown quite a bit since Donovan had last seen him and was more playful and surer on his feet. After saying hello to Laci, Stormy greeted Donovan with several gentle head butts while his father glared with contempt.

Later they had dinner and called Matthew to say good-night. He was happily spending the night with Jeremy and sang 'Happy Birthday' to his mom before blowing her a kiss. Why wouldn't he be happy? He wasn't spending tomorrow visiting a rock.

Something about Laci's old room always touched Donovan's heart. He supposed it was the thought of her as a frightened, brave and alone young girl being forced into the position of taking care of herself. He doubted he would have done as well as she had.

He made love to her with great tenderness and as she lay sleeping in his arms, he knew he would do anything he could to make sure she never felt alone or frightened again.

Including visiting a rock. A dusty rock in the middle of nowhere. A dusty rock in the middle of nowhere that he could only get to by riding a horse. Yippee. As in yippee.

Chapter 6 Horse Trek

What the hell was the big hurry? It was only a damned rock but for some reason she was wide awake and already getting dressed as the first rays of the sun were turning the horizon gold.

Slowly, reluctantly and yawning constantly, Donovan dressed in his jeans and donned a thick and bulky sweater as protection against the morning chill. Also wrapped in a heavy sweater, Laci was doing her usual energetic flittering and fluttering as she got ready. Where the hell did she get her energy?

After breakfast and several cups of coffee, Donovan was still only marginally awake as he stood by the corral. Laci had already saddled Prince and had gone to the barn to get Albion. The ogre of a horse was glowering at Donovan as though holding him fully responsible for the early morning outing.

"Look, buddy," Donovan glowered back, "I know you hate my guts but I think you know me well enough to be sure this wasn't my idea. You try telling her 'no' and see how far you get." He could swear the damned horse was rolling his eyes in agreement. "I'm guessing you've been to see the rock or the valley or whatever the hell god-forsaken place we're going to. Is it worth the trip?" Monster horse seemed to be nodding 'yes'. "Sure you're saying 'yes'," Donovan grumbled. Naturally the beast would think it was worth it. "You probably have plans to lure me to the edge of a cliff and push me off."

A sound coming from behind caused Donovan to turn and his eyes to widen. It was Laci and she was riding a horse that had to be Albion but he was no ordinary stallion. Donovan could see immediately that Albion was a proud and dignified thoroughbred.

White as snow glistening in the early morning sun, Albion immediately reminded him of Wycliff. He was obviously very well trained and responded to the slightest nudge of her heel or tug on his reins. For the first time, Donovan started looking forward to the ride.

Prince Ogre was snorting his annoyance at the sight of Laci cheating with another horse. He had every reason to be jealous. Albion was tall enough to look him straight in the eye and had the complete confidence of a purebred. When the Ogre snorted and glared, Albion snorted louder and glared meaner. Yippee! Go Albion!

Laci dismounted and handed the reins to Donovan. "He's a perfect gentleman. I don't think you're going to have any problems. We should get going." When she opened the gate of the corral and attempted to grab Prince's reins, the monster showed his annoyance and backed away from her. She wasn't taking his nonsense.

She stood with her hands on her hips and glared right back at him. "We're going riding with you or without you, Prince. You can behave and come with us or I can go get another horse who would probably love a nice long ride. Your choice." The Ogre stared her down then stomped in defeat and tip-toed closer, his head hanging. "That's a good boy," she praised him. In another instant, she was securely seated on his back.

If Donovan had not seen it, he would never have believed it. He shook his head as Prince Ogre proceeded to prance around and show off in front of Albion. It was almost as if he was telling the large white horse 'I got the good one and you're stuck with the pathetic loser'. Without a word, the pathetic loser swung himself onto Albion's back. Albion immediately stood a little taller, a lot prouder, unimpressed and unintimidated by Prince. Donovan was really starting to like his horse.

With Laci and Prince Ogre leading the way, they trotted past the barn and a wide assortment of paddocks and fences. Donovan had only visited the place a handful of times and had never bothered to look around. He had simply driven through the main gate, past a residential area and several homes before heading straight to the large barn where Laci's room was located.

As they ambled along, everyone seemed to know her and called their greetings. This had been her home and they all cared about her. It was reassuring to know that even when she was alone, she had people looking out for her.

He had never realized what a busy and active place it was. Now he saw the full scope of everything being done and was again in awe of Laci and how hard she must have worked during her years of employment.

They reached a small ridge-like area and his breath caught in his throat as he looked down the hill and across the full expanse of the massive ranch.

There were wide open grassy fields and meadows covered with colorful and wild flora reaching in every direction. In one section there were at least two hundred cattle peacefully grazing. He realized Laci was speaking and turned his attention toward her and the direction in which she was pointing.

"We're cutting across the west pasture. Right now it's empty but in another week or two, they'll have the cattle grazing. From here to the hills is about a ninety minute ride. If we drove, we'd have to follow the road all around this place and three neighboring spreads. It would take about the same amount of time but then we'd have to hike over the hills the rest of the way. I've never done it but I was told it would take at least two more hours. This way is easier and much more efficient. Are you okay with Albion?"

"I'm surprisingly comfortable, more than I expected to be. He's very easy to handle. Reminds me of when I used to ride."

"I'm glad," she beamed. "We can go down this little incline. It's not steep." It was hard to miss how happy she was. He was sure her glow rivaled the early rays of the sun.

The incline was a gentle slope and easy to navigate. Within a few minutes they were cantering across the wide open pasture, away from the sounds, smells and dust of the ranch.

Barely able to hear the sound of the horse's hooves as they made their way through the thick grasses and wild flowers, Donovan felt like he was riding back in time to a life he hardly remembered. When had he last felt so carefree and unencumbered by the daily stress of life? By his responsibilities and the need to defeat staring unicorns, growling horses and actor weasels?

When he closed his eyes, he could swear he was riding Wycliff across the vast meadows of Marian's former country home. If he hadn't closed his eyes, he would have seen Laci carefully and closely watching him with a knowing smile.

The morning was perfect, the air cool and the sun warm. If they continued at their current pace, they'd arrive at their destination well before noon, Laci informed him. He did his best to sound enthusiastic, all the while wondering how long they were going to have to look at the rock. He was almost positive he would be able to talk her into cutting her rock surveillance short so they could ride longer. Donovan had forgotten how much he used to enjoy the sport and Albion was a wonderful horse.

The pasture seemed to end where the rocks began. Donovan could see they were headed for what appeared to be the tail end of a much grander mountain range. The dark stone wall they were approaching was jagged and rough but not much taller than a six or seven story building. He saw nothing of value, so it wasn't much of a surprise that the owner of the ranch was willing to give it away. And Laci had been the one who was lucky enough to win it. Yippee. As in yippee.

When they were just yards from the end of the grassy plain, he was surprised to see Laci dismounting and even more surprised when she indicated he should do the same.

Grabbing Prince's reins, she started walking toward the rock formation and into what seemed to be a dark, stony maze. Ahead was what looked like the opening of a cave. Without hesitation she lead Prince straight in with Donovan, leading Albion, following.

"A cave? You own a cave? Does it have bats? Or bears?" Damned thing looked gloomy and smelled musty. "I'm not really interested in visiting a cave."

"It's more of a tunnel," she told him. "Be careful. It's a little dark in some places."

A little dark? Okay, that was mostly true. The openings in the jagged rocks let in enough light but making his way through the eerie and chilly space wasn't his idea of a good time. And exactly how long was this so-called tunnel? It seemed like they had been walking this way and that, around twists and bends, for at least twenty minutes.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" he asked.

"We can't get lost. There's only one way in and out."

That was comforting. Only one way in and out for him, Laci, two horses and a sleuth of bears. What a lucky break. Note to self: next birthday go with Victor's party hat and donkey idea and do not ask Laci for suggestions.

"We're almost there," she assured him. "It's just up ahead."

Well, that also seemed true. He could actually see some light at the end of this cave. What the hell was he doing in a cave? He hated dirty and clammy and visiting caves had never been on his 'to-do' list but here he was all because Laci invited him to see her rock. Too bad she hadn't mentioned that he was going to be seeing it from the inside. Hopefully she didn't also own an acre of the Sahara that she won herding camels. Then again, Victor could have a field day running naked on the sand.

The light was getting bigger and brighter and he could clearly see a sizeable opening ahead. He stepped out of the dark tunnel, his eyes squinting to adjust in the bright light.

"Holy fuck! This is your rock? Where the hell are we? Wonderland?"

Chapter 7 Wonderland

Astonished? Okay. He'd go with astonished. Perhaps that cave-like tunnel had actually been a rabbit hole in disguise? Or maybe he was suffering from oxygen deprivation from spending so much time in the rabbit hole-tunnel-cave. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't this. She had called it a valley. The first thing that popped into his mind was grotto. Whatever it was called, the place was no ordinary rock. It was magnificent.

Oval in shape, probably just under an acre in size, the area was completely surrounded by high stone walls and cliffs which opened above to a clear blue sky. The interior had four distinct sections. The first was the highest rock formation, the stone dark and cold with several small waterfalls trickling into naturally formed basins.

The far end was also dark stone but this part was larger, a natural pond filled with crystal clear water and looked like a small swimming pool. Cutting through the middle and separating the two segments was an uneven low and rocky wall completely covered with flowering vines. The vines had grown up and around, covering full sections of the surrounding walls and cliffs mixing the darkness of the stone with a riot of color. Those same flowers were probably the source of the lightly exotic and perfume-like aroma.




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Straight ahead from where he stood was a lush carpet of some kind of very dark green grass. It looked so thick and cushiony, he didn't want to just sit on it. He wanted to roll around on it. Donovan Corbett, the man who hated dirt and dust, wanted to roll around on the grass? Oxygen deprivation. No question about it.

He was so busy looking around he hadn't noticed that Laci had tethered the horses at the end where the waterfalls were cascading down the rocks. Each horse had been carrying a saddle pack which she removed and was bringing to the other end.

"The horses will like it over there," she told him. "They have plenty of cool water to drink and there's honeysuckle and green briar for them to nibble on. We're going over here." She was headed toward the natural swimming pool and she pointed with a nod of her head. "Go feel the water over there." He did and was surprised when it was as warm as bath water.

"Why is it so warm?" he wanted to know.

She busied herself spreading a couple of thick quilts out on the grassy area. She had also packed some snacks and a bottle of his favorite wine. "The waterfalls on the north side are trickling down from the mountains. That water is pure and icy cold from the rains and mountain snow. You'll have to try some later. It's delicious. The water in the pool on the south side is from a natural underground hot spring. It's always that warm."

"Your rock has hot and cold running water?"

"I guess you could say that." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Do you like it? Not so bad for a dusty old rock, is it?"

"Laci, it's like someone dropped a little piece of Shangri-la right in the middle of the ranch. I never would have guessed it was here. Why didn't you ever tell me about it?"

"I really didn't think you'd care. No offense, but you're not exactly the outdoorsy type and you've never liked the ranch but when you asked what I wanted for my birthday, I realized more than anything, I wanted to share this with you. The only one that's been here with me, other than Prince, is the owner of the ranch. He brought me out here to show me what I won with all my hard work."

"Your birthday," he said, sounding slightly embarrassed. "I've been so caught up in everything that I forgot to wish you a Happy Birthday." He leaned down for a kiss. "This is a perfect place for a birthday picnic. I wish I knew what you had in mind. I could have brought something."

"You brought yourself and we can have our picnic after we do some other things."

"What other things?" he asked suspiciously. "You're not expecting me to go rock climbing, are you?"

"I was thinking more about swimming in the hot spring."

"I don't have a bathing suit."

She smiled mischievously. "Neither do I."

His eyebrows shot up. "Skinny dipping? You want to go skinny dipping?"

"Why do you sound so shocked? Haven't you ever been skinny dipping before?"

"Certainly not. Are you going to tell me you have? Who exactly have you been skinny dipping with, Laci? What else have you kept from me?"

She was unbuttoning his shirt. "I like to swim in the little pond whenever I come out here, so I guess you could say I've been skinny dipping with Prince." She unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"No wonder he's so damned possessive of you," Donovan grumbled. He reached down and started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. "You shouldn't be running around naked in front of him. Flashing that ogre is not a good thing, Laci. He's devious. He'll try to talk you into imitating Lady Godiva. I know his type." Mirroring her movements, he unfastened the waist of her jeans, unzipped them and slipped them down over her hips.

"His type?" she questioned. "How do you know what his type is?" She pushed the shirt over his broad, muscular shoulders, letting it fall to the ground then slid his jeans down to join the shirt.

"I see the way he looks at you," Donovan stated. "You see it, too, and don't pretend you don't." He reached behind her to unclasp her bra, then pulled it off and tossed it aside. "He's disgustingly in love with you and I already know he hates me. He hated me the first time he met me." He slid her panties down and dropped them next to her bra. "And you saw how he acted this morning when you rode Albion out of the barn. The monster will probably try to hold Albion's head under one of those waterfalls and drown him. He takes jealousy to a whole new level."

"HE takes jealousy to a whole new level? You're never jealous at all, are you? Prince has always been very protective," his briefs joined her panties on the ground," but he wouldn't hurt you or anyone else. Did you like riding Albion?"

"Yeah. He's a good horse. Well trained. Doesn't growl. No dirty looks. Follows commands. He reminds me of Wycliff." He looked at her then down at himself. "Damn it! How did I get naked? And how did you get naked? And don't you dare say one word about Dom-space. You still haven't completely convinced me about that."

She stepped forward, her hand closing gently around his hard cock. "Have I convinced you that I love you? If I haven't, I might be able to persuade you."

"How?" he questioned dubiously. "What exactly do you have in mind? How many more surprises do you have? Are you tying me to something?" He pulled her even closer. "Shouldn't it be my turn to tie?"

"Not necessarily. As I recall, you did promise that I could be Dominant for the day."

Donovan huffed at her. "As I recall, that was about getting me to this location since I didn't even know it existed until a few minutes ago. I happen to manage quite well at the job of Dominant without any assistance."

"Then what are you waiting for," she teased him. "Dominate me." Her sunbeams were shooting everywhere.

He knew he was smiling and probably had a few sunbeams of his own. "Shut up and get over here." He pulled her with him and they tumbled down on top of the quilts she had laid out on the thick grass.

Instantly he was kissing her, touching her, caressing her everywhere, cupping her breasts as he suckled gently on her nipples. The kisses continued down across her flat stomach, then lower until his tongue found her nub nestled in wet velvet. Her fingers tangled tightly in his hair as she gasped softly. He loved hearing her, knowing he thrilled her every bit as much as she thrilled him.

She tasted wonderful and he continued his exploration, alternately kissing her inner thighs and licking the wetness away, feeling her back arching with pleasure. Wanting to tease her a little more, he moved upward, again kissing her breasts, watching her buds pucker tightly, hearing her almost purring as she gently raked her nails up and down his back. As he always did, he felt every stroke and quivered at her touch.

She turned the tables with another surprise when she pushed against him, forcing him to lie on his back. Now she was on top, kissing him deeply, finding every sensitive spot on the side of his neck. Her kisses were moving lower just as his had earlier and he was almost certain the growling he heard wasn't coming from a love-struck horse.

She caressed his cock while her tongue flickered the soft, smooth tip, loving his salty taste. Damn she was good at flickering. Her hands twisted around him lightly making his already hard length even harder. She was good at that, too.

He could be good at surprises as well and turned quickly, then gently wrestled her down. She was on her back looking up at him with her glorious blue eyes, now darker than ever with lust and passion.

Here in her magical little grotto, with the sound of cascading water in the background, and her long blonde hair feathered around her, she looked like a wild forest sprite. His wild forest sprite.

He took back control, plunging into her, thrusting slowly, savoring how it felt to be inside her. He could feel her legs wrapping tightly around him, trying to push him in deeper, knowing her climax was mounting. Slowing again, he took his time, wanting the moment to last as long as possible for both of them.

He wasn't sure he'd ever understand how they managed to find the special thing they had and made it work so well. It might not be conventional and it might not always be easy but his life was so much better with her in it, even if she did have a growling horse and a cranky stuffed unicorn tagging along.

She was rocking rhythmically with him, her arms holding him, his hands clutching her hips, pulling her onto him as he pushed into her. It was their perfect crescendo and they came simultaneously, their cries echoing in their own private Wonderland.

Laci nestled in his arms just long enough for them to catch their breath. "Ready for our swim?" she questioned.

Where the hell did she get so much energy? It seemed fairly obvious the word R-E-L-A-X had been omitted from her dictionary along with the word S-U-B-M-I-S-S-I-O-N. Still, it was her birthday and if she wanted to swim, he guessed he'd be swimming.

He stood on one of the rocks watching her stroking through the warm water. Nothing wrong with swimming naked. With his beautiful Laci. In the middle of nowhere. Damn she had a great ass. Without another thought he joined her in the small pond.

With absolute joy, they played in the warm spring water, darting and splashing like dolphins as they raced from one side to the other of the natural pool. She convinced him to try the water cascading from the rocky falls. It was pure, icy cold, crisp and the best tasting water he'd ever tried. He plucked enough wild flowers from the rocky wall to weave into a wreath and placing it on her head declared it to be her new Prom Queen tiara. When had he ever had this much fun? He truly couldn't remember but he felt as lighthearted as a child playing in the sunshine.

It was already late afternoon when Laci said, "We're going to have to get dressed and get going soon if we want to make it back before dark."

"I can't believe I'm actually saying this but I want to stay right where we are," Donovan responded with contentment. "This has been an incredible day. I don't think I can ever remember having such a good time. I don't recall just playing like we did today."

After their swim, they hadn't bothered to get dressed, instead remaining totally nude and sharing the picnic Laci had packed. Now they were snuggled together on the thick quilts. Laci was wrapped tightly in her husband's arms, their legs intertwined as they did nothing but simply enjoy being with each other.

She had to smile. "Thank you for agreeing to come all the way out here with me. It's been a perfect day and a good birthday."

He was smiling as well. "I feel like it's been my birthday and I can't wait until we can come back. That's probably another thing you never thought I'd say. You've really never brought anyone else here before? Not even Matt?"

"No. Maybe someday but I was always a little selfish about owning it. At first it was because it was the only thing in the entire world that was completely mine and I didn't want to share it. After that, I wasn't sure anyone would appreciate it."

"I can't believe they just gave it to you although I'm sure you earned it. Why didn't the ranch owners keep it? I wouldn't want to give it away. How long ago did you win it?"

"It was the summer before I started college. They needed to move the cattle to another pasture and it always took a long time because the herd was used to the horses so they almost ignored them but when Prince showed up and started his stomping, the cattle went running and I won the contest. When the owner brought me out here, he told me the ranch had been in his family for almost a hundred years and no one knew this place existed until they flew over it one day. He was just a child at the time. It took a while to find the way in and they couldn't really use it as it was but it would have been too costly to blow up all the rock around it, so they just left it. Giving it away was very generous but I'm guessing it was a substantial tax write-off for them. I'm just glad it's mine."

"It doesn't seem real, Laci. Out there, beyond these rocks is a whole busy, crazy world and it feels like it doesn't exist. It was pretty chilly out there this morning. Why is the temperature so warm in here? Because of the hot spring?"

"The spring keeps the ground and the stone at a higher temperature and the way the rocks are formed, they act as a natural shelter. I spent the entire night out here once and it was just as warm and comfortable as it is now."

"You spent the night all the way out here? Alone?" Donovan thundered at her. "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You know, it's been awhile since I've spanked you. I might have to do something about that."

She giggled as she snuggled closer. "Donovan, you know I've never objected to being spanked, well...except for that very first time."

"Don't remind me," he groaned. "I was lucky you didn't kill me that night. And the only reason you've never objected is because your damned ass is so hard you hardly even feel it. A fact you failed to mention for quite some time after we met. You do have a gorgeous ass, though. I've seen my share of asses and yours is just about perfect."

"Thank you for the compliment. I should probably explain that I came out here by myself right after my graduation when neither parent showed up and I was feeling especially alone. It may not have been the best idea but Prince was with me and he's always taken good care of me. I guess I was feeling a little sorry for myself but I promise I won't do it again unless you come out here with me. It was kind of nice. The only sound was the water cascading down the rocks. I was lying right about where we are now and when I looked up, it was like I could see every star in the night sky."

"I guess I can't justify spanking you for something you did before we even met," he grumbled, "but I'm not sure about spending the night out here. As you pointed out, I'm not really the outdoorsy type. There could be dangerous wild animals lurking."

I suppose that's true," she agreed with a smile. "One can never be certain if a band of killer bunnies is going to show up unannounced." Laci pretended to shudder.

"It's not too late for that spanking," he growled at her. One second later he was smiling as she reached up to kiss him. "Damn it. I really love you."

"Damn it," she responded. "I really love you right back."

It didn't take long to get dressed and pack up the supplies. Soon they were on their horses heading across the pasture. It had been a good day.

Riding Albion was amazing. Donovan was shocked at the realization of how much he had missed riding for so many years. It had been one of the few things in his life that made him feel completely free. Galloping across the open field, his hair blowing in all directions, felt like flying. It was exhilarating, almost intoxicating. He couldn't wait to come back and go riding again.

Much to the ogre's annoyance, the large white stallion wasn't at all intimidated by him and much to Donovan's pleasure, it appeared Prince was actually intimidated by Albion. Did he say good day? It had been a great day. And he had a small and secret surprise of his own that was going to make it even better.

They returned the horses to the barn and tended to them, brushing their coats, offering water and carrots, eventually returning them to their stalls. Only then did they walk back to Laci's room, hand in hand, still talking and laughing about their day.

Teasingly, he raced her to the shower then claiming to have forgotten his robe he told her to wait for him under the stream of hot and steamy water while he went to get it. She never saw him signaling to someone waiting outside the room.

Returning to the bathroom, he headed straight for Laci and the cascade of water she was standing under, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He might have loved riding Albion but his out of practice muscles ached just a bit and the warmth of the water felt fantastic. Her warmth felt even better.

She was shivering as he kissed the back of her neck, making him smile knowing he was the cause of her chills. He never got tired of holding her. Keeping his arms around her, he turned Laci to face him, knowing from the way she shimmied against him she was feeling everything he felt. It made him crazy, or as Victor would say, crazier than usual. He was getting used to crazy. It wasn't so bad.

Unable to resist, he grabbed her ass, lifting her until his cock throbbed between her inner thighs. He backed her against the wall of the shower and she used the extra support to wrap her legs tightly around him. He thrust into her, slowly at first then faster, knowing he was losing control and not caring. He pumped harder. Faster. Deeper. He gripped her tighter just before they exploded together. Insta-fuck! The wet version! His muscles didn't seem to be as sore as he thought.

Chapter 8 Laci's Gift

Wrapped in their robes, he held the bathroom door for her and let her precede him into the room.

"Donovan!" She turned to look at him, her wide eyes catching his look of attempted innocence. "How did you do this?"

The room was illuminated only with candles and there were sunflowers, in all the different shades of yellow and gold, on every surface including a small bouquet in the center of the bed.

On the wooden table in front of the love seat was a bottle of wine chilling and a flat, square box. He flipped open the top of the box and tried to look shocked. "Pineapple pizza? All the way out here at the ranch? Where do you suppose this came from?"

"I can't imagine," she teased him, "but I wish I knew so I could thank whoever is responsible." She sighed deeply with a pretense of distress before she turned and propelled herself directly into his arms. Knocked off balance, the two tumbled onto the love seat where she proceeded to rain kisses all over him. "Thank you, Donovan. It's absolutely perfect."

Laughing, his arms were wrapped tightly around her. "Happy Birthday, Laci."

They sat side by side, enjoying their pizza and wine, chatting about their day. He waited for the perfect opportunity and surprised her again, this time with a birthday cake. Just big enough for two, it was luscious and decadent dark chocolate, decorated with tiny edible sunflowers and a single candle burning brightly which she blew out after making her wish.

Finally they sat together, Laci snuggled in Donovan's arms. "You really enjoyed riding Albion, didn't you?" she asked. "I couldn't help but notice how calm and relaxed you looked almost the entire time. I'm glad I was able to arrange for him to be here."

"I really did," he responded, "and I honestly forgot the feeling of freedom I used to get from riding. Albion is an amazing horse. I felt like I was riding Wycliff. Do you think the owner of the ranch would consider selling him to me?"

"Albion doesn't belong to the owner of the ranch or anyone who works here and his owner is pretty fond of him. I don't think he's for sale."

"Too bad. It would have been great to have him here to ride but, I have to admit, this entire day has been wonderful. You wanted me to enjoy it and I truly did. That little piece of paradise you own, what we did while we were there, riding Albion, spending the day alone with you." He kissed her. "You took over as Dominant of the day and did very well. I feel like it was my birthday instead of yours and I can't wait until we can come back and do it again. I'm astounded to hear myself saying that but I absolutely mean it." He looked at her with a mock frown. "I always knew there was the will of a Dominant somewhere inside you. Do I have to start worrying about competition?"

"Not from me but our son is also rapidly developing the will of a Dominant. I'm pretty sure the escapade that ended with my sprained ankle was his doing and Jeremy followed right behind. I think one and a half Dominants are enough for any family."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen 08



"So Matt's the Dominant and Jeremy's the submissive?"

Laci snuggled closer. "Don't be so sure. Marian has some of the Dominant Corbett genes and Jeremy is learning quite a lot from her. He can hold his own. It's a good thing Virgil is always patrolling with the diminutive Dominant duo on the loose."

"Yeah," Donovan agreed. "He'll probably always be a slobbering dog-moose, but he's a good dog-moose. I just wish he'd slobber on Victor's shoes instead of mine." He was thoughtful for a moment. "They really are good kids. Sometimes I sit and watch Matt when he's focused on something and I see how hard he's concentrating, the expressions on his face. The feeling is indescribable. I almost can't believe I have a son, we have a son. If I think back to my life before you, I never expected to be where I am now. I still don't know how we always manage to make it work but we do."

She smiled lovingly. "We manage to make it work because of you. You control everything in your life quite efficiently and it's obvious your training techniques are very effective considering how your time away seems to be getting shorter."

"That's true. Not having sex with my wife for several weeks is a damned good incentive to move things along. Just thinking about you makes me so fucking horny." He sighed. "I've given up trying to have control around you. It's never going to happen."

She had to giggle at his defeated tone of voice. "You really have been through a lot since we've been together. I'm still not any good at being submissive and I understand your need to have control but that part of your life is just a small percentage of who you are as a man. You balance control and lack of control very well. I don't think you realize how much we all depend on you. Your strength supports all of us. Even Victor."

"Yeah. Right," Donovan sounded very doubtful. "I do think I'm finally getting the hang of things although I'm hardly likely to become 'Father of the Year' anytime soon considering I gave my son ice cream for breakfast."

She reached over and gently took his face in her hands. "Donovan, it's because you gave him ice cream that you'll be 'Father of the Year'." The look she gave him took his breath away. "There was a time in the not too distant past that I had to teach you how to make toast. Fast forward to a few weeks ago when I sprained my ankle. You took over and did exactly what needed to be done without even thinking about it. You were incredible. And while ice cream and cereal isn't the best breakfast choice on a daily basis, an occasional deviation from routine isn't going to cause them any physical, emotional, or psychological damage. In fact, it was just the opposite. Matthew and Jeremy are three years old. Ice cream for breakfast was the biggest thing that ever happened to them. They loved it. You helped create a childhood memory that's going to be with them forever and years from now, they probably won't remember all the details about why it happened but they're going to remember you gave them ice cream and cereal for breakfast and they're going to do it with their own kids."

"I never thought about it that way."

"You don't give yourself the credit you deserve for things like that but it's only natural. When you're Master Donovan, you understand what you have to do and have complete confidence in what you're doing. You're still learning to cope with a world you never expected but you're doing so well and I'm incredibly proud of you."

"You're proud of me? I'll never get tired of hearing that. You're very good for my ego and you understand me pretty well. Now if I could just figure you out but I don't think that's ever going to happen either. You, my love, are a total mystery."

"Men aren't supposed to understand women. That's what makes life fun."

"Speaking of fun, there's a bouquet on the bed. Are you planning to throw it any time soon? I like the new tradition you started: 'If a married man catches the bouquet, he gets to have sex with his beautiful wife all night long. We've thrown quite a few bouquets during the last couple of months but we should probably keep the tradition between us or there could be chaos at weddings all over the world." He couldn't stop his big, silly grin when she moved quickly to grab the bouquet of sunflowers and toss it in his direction. "Starting new traditions is pretty damn good," he told her lasciviously.

Just as quickly they slipped out of their robes and into bed. Donovan nestled under the covers trying to get comfortable. He suddenly sat up and reached under his pillow. Turning to Laci with a perplexed expression he pulled out a grey envelope and said, "What's this? Why is it under my pillow?"

"It's not midnight yet so it's still my birthday and that's part of what I wanted to do for my birthday. Open it."

"It looks very formal," he observed with uncertainty. "You're not serving me with divorce papers, are you?"

"Donovan Corbett, you have got to be the most adorably insecure Dominant on the face of the earth. No divorce papers. I promise. Please open it."

"Dominants aren't supposed to be adorable," he informed her. Quizzically, he looked at the envelope, turning it over several times before finally opening it. He pulled out a very official looking document and with a slight frown furrowing his brow started to read. He barely made it through the first few paragraphs before his mouth dropped open and he looked up at Laci. "I... It's... You... Am I reading this right? How could you...? How did you...? Why did you do this?"

"Because I wanted to."

He looked at her with confusion. "I'm not sure I understand what I'm reading. I own Albion? You said his owner wouldn't sell him. You bought me a horse?"

She was glowing so brightly he thought he'd need sunglasses. "Donovan, you are his owner and you wanted to buy him so I'm guessing you don't want to sell him and, yes, I bought you a horse."

"You bought me a horse?" He was still astonished. "Why?"

"I was guessing you would want me to explain and I have a very good explanation. Our relationship hasn't always been easy for you but ever since we've been together, you've done everything you could to adjust your life and your way of thinking to make me happy. I want you to know how much that means to me. You've put up with Trent and a growling horse. You reunited me with my father. You've done battle with my stuffed unicorn. You're completely devoted to our son. You are a very special man, Donovan and I love you so much, more than I ever believed I would love anyone."

"That's the explanation? That's why you bought me a horse?"

"There's more."

"I'm listening. You bought me a horse, Laci." He still sounded shocked and confused.

"Yes, Donovan," she was giggling at his disbelief, "I bought you a horse. Albion belongs to you. I watched you today and I saw the way you looked, how much you loved riding him. I knew you would and I bought him for you."

"Laci, I truly appreciate the gesture but a horse like Albion costs thousands of dollars. Believe me when I say I don't mind you spending that kind of money even if it is out of character for you but I kind of wish you had let me know before you took that much out of our accounts."

"I didn't take the money out of our accounts."

"Then where......? You didn't borrow it from Trent, did you," he glowered.

She leaned over to kiss him. "Of course I didn't. I took the money out of my account. Albion is a gift from me. I would never even consider borrowing from Trent and I couldn't have you paying for your own present. I bought Albion."

"Your account? What account? Where did you get that much money?"

"Donovan, I do earn a salary working for Marian, remember?"

"How the hell much does my cousin pay you?" he was nearly shouting.

Laci reached over and rested a hand on his bare chest. "Please calm down and let me explain."

As always when Laci was involved, he was confused as hell and he wasn't sure he was ready to hear her explanation but she looked so happy and sunshiny. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay. Explain."

"Donovan, I don't think a day has gone by when you haven't shown how much you love me. You've done so many remarkable, romantic and memorable things, just like what you did tonight with the pineapple pizza and the sunflowers. I really wanted to do something meaningful and special for you."

"So you bought me a horse?"

"When you were growing up, I know it wasn't terrible but it wasn't perfect either. It made you feel like you needed control and that led to you becoming a Dominant but it also made you totally reliable and responsible. You work so hard all the time between your businesses, spending time with Matthew, giving so much of yourself to me. You're always so proper and orderly, always follow a routine. A day like today when you just allow yourself to enjoy things doesn't happen very often. Marian remembered two things that used to make you feel carefree. One was your Jaguar roadster and the other was when you were riding Wycliff. The night I was giving you a neck rub, you were tired and stressed and I could feel the knots in your neck. Nothing happened when you talked about the car but the minute you started thinking about how it felt to ride Wycliff, I could feel the tension and stress vanishing right under my fingers. I could see how relaxed you got. I could hear it in your voice. You loved riding and you missed having the opportunity to do it. I wanted to give that back to you."

He was shaking his head. "Laci, I'm stunned and I have to be honest. This is one of those times when you scare the hell out of me. How can you know me so well? I'm the Dominant. I'm the one who's supposed to be able to read people. I can never keep a secret if you know what I'm thinking before I know what I'm thinking."

"You kept a secret tonight and surprised me with sunflowers."

"I always surprise you with sunflowers," he huffed, "that's hardly a secret. What about the secrets you seem to be keeping like owning that piece of the ranch? Are you keeping any other secrets from me?"

"A few but all women keep secrets and, I swear, mine are harmless."

"If they're so harmless," he sounded doubtful, "tell me one. Tell me where you got the money to buy Albion."

"I had a feeling you were going to ask about that so I came prepared." She pulled a folder out from under her pillow. "When I started working for Marian, I was living in the guest house, then I moved into the main house with you and then we got married. You always refused to let me pay rent or utilities so my living expenses were minimal and I was able to save money."

"Are you going to tell me you saved enough money to buy a thoroughbred like Albion?"

"Not exactly. We talk about business all the time and I listen to everything you tell me, so when you make an investment, I make an investment. Yours are a lot bigger than mine but I followed your advice and I've always made a profit. Look at my file."

She handed him the folder. He scanned the columns of numbers. "You made this much money following my advice? Damn it, Laci, why the hell aren't you working for me? You have a better business mind than most of the people I pay." He handed her the folder. "I still don't understand why you felt like you had to do it. I have plenty of money. We have money. You can have whatever you want, whenever you want it. Why do you need a secret savings account?"

"At first it was my security. After what happened with my parents, I felt like I needed that and I really wasn't sure things were going to work out between us. Then when everything turned out so wonderfully for us, I started to think of it as my 'Donovan Fund'. I like to do special things for you sometimes and I don't want you to pay for them so I use my 'Donovan Fund'. It wasn't really a secret. I just never told you. Are you mad?"

"Of course I'm not mad. At least I know why you never ask me for money." He sighed. "So you own a piece of ranch property that's a miniature version of Wonderland, you bought ME a thoroughbred horse named Albion for YOUR birthday and you have a 'Donovan Fund'. It's been a day of secret overload. Anything else I need to know? Any other envelopes hidden in the room? Any other surprises?"

She looked slightly sheepish. "Well, there might be one more but it's just a little one."

"A little one?" He looked at her suspiciously. "Are you pregnant?"

Her lips twitched in amusement. "No, Donovan. I'm not pregnant."

He took a deep breath. "I have to be honest. I'm a little relieved. I'm not sure I could handle another secret keeping Prom Queen who likes shoes. One is plenty. Okay. Out with it, Laci. What else do I need to know?"

"After you reunited me with my father, I kept wishing I could do something like that for you but both you and Marian made it clear that there wasn't even one relative you'd want back in your life so I tried to track down someone else that mattered to you. I tried to find Wycliff."

How many more times was she going to astonish him? "You found Wycliff?"

"No. I'm afraid he passed away about two years ago but he had a long and happy life on a breeding farm. It seems Wycliff was a little horny and a very prolific stud and horse breeders keep impeccable records so when I found out I couldn't reunite you with Wycliff, I did the next best thing. Albion is one of Wycliff's grandsons. It's all in the ownership papers when you have time to finish reading them."

He tried to swallow but the lump in his throat stopped him. "That's what you were researching on the computer? You went through all that trouble for me? Why, Laci?"

Her big, blue eyes filled with tears and she shrugged. "Sometimes I get so busy with work, with Matthew, helping with Jeremy, babysitting Victor and Trent, everything else in our lives and I feel like I don't always take the time to tell you how important you are to me, how much I love you. You're the other half of my heart, Donovan. I just wanted you to know how much I need you." Laci sighed. "Birthdays are still a little hard. I know my dad is trying to make up for the past but I can't completely forget all the years he and my mom didn't bother. I decided I'd rather celebrate you and our lives together."

He pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself even closer. They sat silently, his face resting on the top of her head, while he tried to keep his own eyes from filling with tears.

He had lost count of the number of times she had done something unexpected but his favorites were always when the little tower of strength in his arms showed how vulnerable she could be.

And as usual, she was right. He was insecure although that insecurity pretty much began and ended with her. It was eye-opening to see himself as she saw him and to understand her capacity for loving him. Lucky couldn't even begin to describe it.

"Laci, I think we need to work on something." She lifted her head and looked at him and he had to smile at her. "How about if I try to be more secure and you try to be a little more positive about your birthday?" She was smiling back and nodding. "I guess we're going to have to make arrangements for Albion to be boarded."

"Actually the owner of the ranch is willing to let him stay here at no cost. Even though he's only been here a few days, it seems Albion already has several new girlfriends. He seems to take after his grandfather. There might be a baby horse boom very soon."

"Are you saying that you bought me a horny horse?"

"It looks that way although it wasn't intentional. He seems to be enjoying himself and I didn't think you'd mind if he had a little fun in between our visits."

"Exactly how much fun has he been having? How many new foals are going to be making an appearance next year?" he questioned.

"They're not absolutely certain yet but possibly three, so far," she told him.

"In just a few days? Damn! Good for him. Go Albion." With a look of mischievous glee, Donovan grabbed her and pulled her face down over his lap. He gave her bare ass a few sharp whacks knowing he wasn't hurting her but enjoying it as the color of her skin took on a rose-tinted hue.

"OUCH!" she exclaimed as she sat up. "What was that for?"

"Because you keep secrets," he told her with a good natured pout. "And because you bought me a horny horse. And because even after all this time I never know what you're thinking or what you're going to do next. And because your horse growls at me. And because you're friends with an actor-weasel. And because your unicorn hates me. And because it's one minute after midnight and your day of being Dominant is over and I get to reclaim my title. And because you have the most gorgeous ass in the world and I felt like spanking it. And because even though you said 'OUCH' we both know it didn't hurt one bit. And because even though you call me Master Donovan all the time, you never mean it. And because you're freezing. Get under the covers. Now!"

She had to stifle her smile when she said, "Yes, Master Donovan."

He tried to give her a menacing glare and ended up laughing as she snuggled into his arms and pulled the blankets up. "I have to thank you for Albion. I'm overwhelmed that you would do such a thing and you are absolutely right. We need more days like today. I want Matt to learn how to ride and I want to visit your rock on a regular basis. We can come up here with the kids and Victor and Marian. They can spend the night in here while we sneak away to the rock."

"I thought you didn't want to spend the entire night out at my rock."

"Somebody has to protect you from the killer bunnies and it will drive Victor crazy to see us riding off and not having any idea where we're going. It's about time I started getting him back after all these years. And Marian, too, especially after the Virgil incident."

"I am in full agreement with you on that one."

"You don't think the monster is going to teach Albion how to growl, do you?"

"Certainly not." She straddled him, kissing him over and over, listening to his shouts of laughter until he finally begged her to stop so he could take a breath. "Albion might be a little randy and horny but he's very well behaved. He doesn't growl or stare and he doesn't have beady, black eyes. He has big, beautiful brown eyes that all the girl horses seem to really like. He might actually teach Prince some manners."

"Like that will ever happen." Donovan sounded doubtful. "Uh, Laci? Now that you've finished re-writing the Dominant/submissive rules, you seem to be starting on the celebration rules. I caught the sunflower bouquet so I get to have sex with you all night. That's a change I can live with. And we did a hell of a lot more than just kiss under your mistletoe. I didn't mind that either. Now we seem to be working on birthdays and I need an update. You gave me a gift for your birthday so does that mean I give you a gift for my birthday? What about Halloween? I don't have to dress up in a costume, do I? If I do, it has to be a good one. How about Easter? It's tradition to hide eggs for Easter. What are you planning to hide? And Arbor Day? Usually people plant trees for Arbor Day but in your case, I'm thinking bush."

"Donovan, what's happened to you? You seem transformed."

"I'm not sure. I had such a great time today and I want more of that, more fun and play, less work and routine. More time with you and Matt." He paused thoughtfully. "Either that or I've spent way too much time with Victor." He leered at her. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking to celebrate Arbor Day? We could get a head start and beat around the bush."

"Donovan!"

He looked contrite only for a minute. "The hell with it. I'm blaming Victor and I fully intend to have a long and serious discussion with him, right after I do some Arbor Day bushwacking with my Prom Queen. Make that a lot of bushwacking. Dominant style. Laci? Any chance you could dim your sunbeams just a little?"




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen



The padded table had wheels, and Victor was rolling it across the room. He stopped in front of a door with a small window and Laci could see the thick glass coated with frost. Victor unlatched the door, pulling it wide and she felt a blast of frigid air hitting her. Realizing what was about to happen to her, she again started struggling, but Victor pushed the table into the cold room, turning it so she was facing the window. Donovan had followed them, but from the way he was standing, she couldn't tell what he was doing, until he turned and she saw the coiled hose in his hand. With the push of a button, she was sprayed with freezing water, from head to toe. Crying, sputtering, she again attempted to free herself, but could only watch as Donovan and Victor exited, slamming the door behind them.

Now she knew why he called it the ice chest. The small room was so cold she was almost instantly frozen to the padded table, her wet skin burning as she tried to move. Through the window, the bastard was watching as her tears froze solid on her cheeks. Naked, wet, and fastened to the table, it took less than two minutes for every inch of her to be shivering and in pain.

Why was he doing this to her? She tried to make her brain work to help her deal with the cold. What had he said about Frank Harding? Frank told him she loved to play the role of victim? He wasn't interested in her liaisons with Harding? All of this had to be a mistake. She never had a liaison or anything else with Frank Harding. Until she met Donovan Corbett, she thought Frank Harding was the most repulsive creature on the planet. Obviously Donovan Corbett thought she was someone else. She looked at him watching her through the frosted window, clearly enjoying her suffering. He hadn't listened to one thing she'd said since she entered his house. How would she make him understand she wasn't who he seemed to think she was? That she was there to interview him.

Donovan was watching her and very focused on what he was seeing. The red welts on the front of her thighs were quite a contrast to the soft, creamy whiteness of the rest of her skin. She was still attempting to struggle with the straps holding her, clearly in pain with every movement. In a moment or two the shuddering would start.

The drug in the water she had gulped hadn't been very strong. It wasn't enough to knock her out, just subdue her for a while. He watched with interest as Victor undressed her and strapped her to the table, admiring her perfect little body. It wasn't going to remain perfect if Frank Harding had anything to do with it. For years Donovan heard stories about Harding and the horrors he inflicted on the women foolish enough to get involved with him. Donovan had seen more than his share of pain inflicted on others, and even he was chilled by the stories describing Harding's treatment of his slaves.

Not surprisingly, none of them seemed to last very long. Returning them after training, Donovan never asked what happened to any of them, although he had his theories, and there was that one.......he remembered her. She hadn't been that much older than Laci Grace, but she was more than a little impressed with Frank Harding and his money, impressed enough to be a willing sex slave for him. It was Victor who talked to her, told Donovan she wasn't the usual type Harding sent for training. Five months after Donovan turned her over to Harding, her body had been discovered about two hundred miles away, brutally beaten, strangled with a leather strap. Frank Harding had conveniently been out of town when she was discovered. Even if Laci Grace was stupid enough to get involved with Frank Harding, that wasn't a fate she, or anyone else deserved.

He turned and realized Victor wasn't paying any attention to Laci. Victor was watching him. "What's on your mind, Victor? I can tell by the look on your face, you have something to say."

Victor had worked for Donovan Corbett for years. He wasn't just a houseman and assistant, as he had been introduced. He was actually the closest thing Donovan came to having as a friend. Victor knew almost all there was to know about his employer, yet in many ways, Donovan Corbett was a complete mystery. He had a strong personality and claimed to enjoy the life of a dominant. He had what he referred to as a training facility in one of his homes and he trained slaves and submissives for other people, but not for himself. Victor didn't exactly agree with the choices his boss made, but he was paid well, the two trusted each other, and he usually maintained his silence.

Today wasn't usual. "What's your problem with this one? You're being a little hard on her, aren't you?" Victor always took the role of Donovan's conscience. "What about her annoys you so much?"

Donovan scoffed at the questions, but motioned to Victor, indicating he was to remove Laci from the ice chest and prepare her for what was to come next. "She's earned her punishments with her attitude and insolence, and what she's going to suffer at the hands of Frank Harding will be far worse than anything I'll do to her. Someone who looks like her can do a lot better than Harding. Let her think she's got the inside track on his money. She'll learn the truth soon enough. She can start learning now."

As she was wheeled back to the center of the room, Laci was so cold, shuddering so hard, she could barely speak, still he heard her struggling, a whisper all she could manage, pleading for Victor's help. "There's been a mistake. Please don't let him do this. Help me."

Victor had seen it all before, had heard it all before. He appeared unmoved as he returned the table to a horizontal position, placing a blanket over Laci to warm her. When the ice on her skin had thawed enough to be moved from the padding on the table, Victor unhooked her ankles and flipped her over. Reattaching her feet to the table, he made another adjustment, allowing the apparatus to move, bending Laci at the waist. Her arms still attached uncomfortably above her head, her ass now made a perfect target for whatever means of torture the Prince of Darkness intended to inflict on her.

"Well, Miss Grace, I hope you've finally learned who is in charge and now we can proceed. Considering how opinionated and vocal you've been, feel free to scream. Only Victor and I will hear you."

The first stroke of the paddle felt like a knife cutting across her skin.

Again the pain knocked her breath from her body. Struggling, writhing against her restraints, she sobbed, gulping, almost feeling as if she was being asphyxiated, but Laci did not scream. She didn't care if he beat her within an inch of her life, she wasn't about to give the Prince of Darkness the satisfaction of hearing her scream.

Ten strokes. At the end of ten she'd be begging for mercy. He was positive.

Twenty strokes. By the end of twenty strokes, she'd be screaming for sure.

Thirty strokes. He wielded the wooden paddle with every bit of strength he had. Still no sound other than sobbing. Maybe she was accustomed to harsh treatment if she was involved with Harding.

Forty strokes. Why wasn't she begging? She sounded like she was having trouble breathing, and her ass was so battered, it was almost purple, but she still hadn't screamed.

He was about to strike again, when he caught Victor looking at him. When Victor shook his head, Donovan flung the implement across the room, his anger more than obvious.

Victor moved silently to the table, releasing Laci from her bonds. Trembling, still gasping and sobbing, in more pain than she'd ever felt in her life, she would have fallen if Victor had not been by her side to hold her up. It took more than a few minutes for her to regain anything even approaching composure.

Almost instantly she was across the room, faster than Donovan or Victor would have ever anticipated, and she was full of fierce, almost violent rage. If he hadn't seen her coming to attack, if she hadn't been exhausted from what he just put her through, if he hadn't been at least a foot taller and fifty pounds heavier, Laci Grace would have ripped him to shreds.

"You filthy barbarian! You inhuman deviant!" Now she was screaming as loud as her lungs would allow. "I'm two minutes late to interview you and this is what you do to me? Why? I've never hurt you." Donovan had grabbed her arms and even having the advantage of height and weight, he was barely able to control her. Over her head, he and Victor were staring at each other in astonishment. "Let me go!" She struggled, screamed, kicked, trying to go for his eyes and any other part of his anatomy she could wound. "I'd call you an animal, but that would be an insult to animals. They only attack the defenseless for survival. Animals don't hurt other animals because it gives them pleasure. Let go of me you son of a bitch! You really are the Prince of Darkness and I hope you rot in hell!"

"That's no way for a Prom Queen to talk," Donovan informed her. He tried to sound cold and intimidating, which would have been easier if he wasn't out of breath from trying to control her.

The statement stopped her for a moment. "How did you know I was Prom Queen?" The moment didn't last long, and she was more furious than before. "You checked me out, you freak?" She seemed to have forgotten she was naked, but he didn't. Still astonished by her outburst and strength, he was even more astonished to realize he was becoming aroused by the spitfire struggling in his grip. "Let go of me! You're as perverted as Frank Harding!"

Still trying to protect himself from bodily injury, Donovan used his head to gesture to Victor, who darted across the room and pulled open the door of the ice chest. With every bit of strength he could muster, Donovan literally flung the still struggling Laci into the room. Hitting one of the icy walls stunned her just long enough for him to grab the hose and spray her with freezing water. He was barely able to make his escape, slamming the door closed, then standing back to watch as she pounded on the glass. He couldn't hear her through the insulated walls and door, but he was sure she was screaming obscenities, every single one he had ever heard, and a few new ones she had just invented.

Nothing about this training session was going the way it was supposed to go. Nothing was going the way any previous session had ever gone. Between the adrenaline surging and the way she continued to pound on the window, it was going to be a little while before she cooled down enough to talk to her.

Donovan turned to Victor, asking, "How long has she been here?"

Not taking his eyes off Laci, Victor responded, "About two hours."

Running his hands through his dark hair, Donovan shook his head in frustration. "Is it just me, or does it seem more like two months? Why wouldn't she scream?"

"Who knows?" Victor turned to him. "How'd you know she was Prom Queen?"

"Lucky guess. What did she call me?"

"Which time?"

Donovan tried to remember. "I think it was between filthy barbarian and freak."

Victor thought for a moment. "Then it had to have been either inhuman deviant or the Prince of Darkness. You have to admit...she has a way with words." He thought again. "You know, Donovan, she also said you were as perverted as Frank Harding. It didn't sound like a compliment."

"Thank you for reminding me." It appeared the chilled room was finally getting to Laci. She had stopped pounding, but was watching him through the glass, obviously shivering, her hair crusted with ice crystals, tears frozen mid-way down her cheeks.

"Hear me out," Victor continued, attempting to sort his thoughts. "If she knows Harding is perverted, and she's involved with him, then the presumption is she likes perversion."

"So? Why else would someone who looks like her be involved with someone like him? Obviously she's selling herself for money, not that she'll get much, if any, from that warped son of a bitch."

"Donovan, you've been doing this for as long as I've known you, and I've never interfered, even when I didn't agree, but, something doesn't add up. Something about the Prom Queen doesn't make sense."

Chapter 3 -- Truth or Dare

Donovan Corbett was on his way to an unplanned, unscheduled and surprise meeting with Frank Harding. The surprise was going to be on Frank, especially when Donovan put his hands around the deceitful fucker's throat and squeezed as hard as he wanted to squeeze. Donovan shook the murderous thoughts off. He was going to have to stay cool and calm if he wanted to get answers from the debauched son of a bitch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, replaying the entire scenario from the beginning, everything he could remember.

Harding had called a few days earlier telling him he wanted someone trained. He claimed he had been seeing her for a while and she had agreed to be part of his wicked life. That was exactly how Harding always phrased it....his wicked life. He said there was nothing out of the ordinary, it was the typical arrangement he usually had with Donovan.

The woman would arrive at Donovan's training facility, by taxi, just as all the previous women had arrived, and she was to remain until she was completely willing to submit to all of the wicked things Frank was planning. Again that word....wicked. The word had its place, but not in Frank Harding's world. The word he should have been using was heinous. Debased would have been a good fit. Vicious and depraved were even better.

There was nothing unusual in Frank Harding's request. Donovan Corbett provided a service and Frank Harding was just one of many, willing to pay for that service. It was a business transaction and after the individual sent to him had been trained, Donovan would be paid very well for his expertise.

No. There was nothing at all unusual about the situation, until the Prom Queen started walking up his driveway. She wasn't like any of the others. She was polite and well-spoken. There were plenty of men who went for the Prom Queen or cheerleader type, but Frank Harding wasn't one of them. He preferred the ones who were more experienced, a little harder in attitude and demeanor, the ones who thought they had seen it all. If they hadn't, they would have by the time he was done with them.

Frank always gave Donovan a little background on the trainees he sent. He never referred to them by name, and Donovan never asked. It didn't matter who he was training, or who their intended future master was, he preferred to keep things as impersonal, nameless, faceless as possible. To him one male slave was no different, had no distinction, from another male slave. One female slave was the same as the next. He never asked their names, where they were from, or what they did in their spare time. It wasn't his concern. His sole concern was doing his job and getting paid.

There was that one who talked to Victor, the one who ended up dumped into a ditch. After her body had been discovered, it was Victor who gave Donovan the news. It was Victor who told him she had talked to him many times and she honestly believed she was going to be Mrs. Harding and have access to his money and the prestige of his name and power. Donovan wasn't certain how it happened. Maybe she pushed too hard for the money and power. Maybe Frank pushed too hard and things got out of control. In the end, the reason didn't matter. The woman was very dead and both Victor and Donovan were sure Frank Harding was responsible.

When Frank called about the new trainee, he said she liked to play the victim and be overpowered. He said it was a game they played all the time and she was really good at it. He told Donovan she was a slut from head to toe, and brute force was her biggest turn on. Donovan could do anything he wanted to her, and she was going to love it, even when she said she didn't. He said the rougher it was, the better she liked it. Donovan wasn't sure what to believe. It was true, Laci played the part of a victim quite well, but he hadn't seen anything submissive about her. He might have to agree she liked things rough, but that was mostly because she had tried to beat the shit out of him. More than once.

Last night, after her second visit to the ice chest, Victor had opened the door, wrapped her in a blanket, and drawn her into the warm room. Without thinking, Donovan demanded she sit down so they could talk. It was the wrong thing to say.

Instantly, she had again gone for his throat, screaming on the top of her lungs that she didn't appreciate his humor and how, thanks to him, she wouldn't be able to sit anywhere for a week. How was it that when he was spanking her with the paddle, all she uttered were sobs, and now she was so violently loud, he was positive he heard glass shattering?

Luckily, Victor hadn't yet had the chance to close the door of the ice chest. Donovan had been able to shove her back inside, slamming the door in her face. Then he had done the most sensible thing he could think of. He went to his office, locking the door behind him, leaving Victor to deal with her.

Donovan Corbett, Dominant, Master, Trainer of Sex Slaves, Mephistopheles in an Armani suit, was hiding from the Prom Queen.

Donovan never kept track of the number of men and women he trained over the years, but Laci Grace was the first one who had ever tried to attack him, screamed obscenities at him, or called him names. Clearly the woman was unclear about her role and required a dictionary with the words submissive and slave boldly highlighted.

It was nearly an hour later before there was a quiet knock on the door. Donovan had facetiously inquired if a whip and chair had been required to subdue her. Victor had facetiously responded Donovan should keep his warped attempt at humor to himself while Laci was around, especially since whips and chairs were topics that would likely cause problems.

Victor said when he returned to the ice chest, he found her on the floor, curled on her side, quietly crying. She seemed exhausted from her punishments, being repeatedly subjected to the frigid temperature, and attempting to single-handedly slay the Prince of Darkness.

It took a while, but he had again wrapped her in a blanket, and had managed to get her into one of the cells used by former trainees. About seven feet long and seven feet wide, with an uncomfortable cot-like bed built into the wall, a toilet and a small sink, the area was truly like a prison cell, and Laci had struggled and begged Victor not to lock her inside, to return her clothes and help her escape.

At that point Victor had actually gotten annoyed enough to ask what she expected by agreeing to become involved with Frank Harding and agreeing to be trained by Donovan Corbett. He warned her she had gotten off easily so far and her behavior was unacceptable. He was certain she would be severely punished in the upcoming days. He told Donovan, she seemed confused, kept saying there had been a mistake, kept asking 'why?' and he had never seen anyone look so frightened, but he had locked the door, and left her alone, sobbing in the dark cell.

Victor again stated something wasn't making sense, and asked why she kept mentioning an interview. Donovan wondered if her real name was Laci Grace or if that was a name she made up to accompany her reluctant victim persona. The resourceful Victor thought he might know of a way to find out.

Leaving the office briefly, he returned with her purse, dumping it on Donovan's desk. The two men looked at each other, unexpectedly feeling almost guilty about rifling through her belongings. The momentary guilt didn't stop them.

Her name was indeed Laci Grace. It was on her license, her credit cards, and an employee ID card.

Donovan was more than a little surprised when he realized she worked for Frank Harding. He had never mentioned that, and Donovan knew Harding never mingled his public, professional life, and his wicked life. There were too many potential complications, too many things that could go wrong, too many ways for people to discover just how immoral Frank Harding actually was.




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen



Victor had picked up a couple of pieces of folded paper. After reading through them, he handed them to Donovan. It was a neatly typed list of questions, the kind of questions one would ask if one were conducting an interview, the kind of questions one would ask if one were interviewing Donovan Corbett.

Donovan was used to people trying to ask him salacious questions about his life and lifestyle, but he never answered those questions and refused every request for an interview. There were plenty of people in the world involved in the BDSM lifestyle and many liked talking about it. Donovan wasn't one of those people. Why did Laci Grace come to his home with a list of questions? Was she planning to ask these questions during her training sessions? Was her presence some kind of scam? Donovan had never attempted to conceal his activities, so she couldn't possibly be writing some type of exposé about him, furthermore, the questions didn't support that presumption. He actually wouldn't have minded answering these questions. There was nothing salacious about them. They were thoughtful, probing, and courteous. While it was apparent that Laci didn't completely understand or approve of his lifestyle, her questions showed she was more than respectful of him, his choice, and anyone else who chose it.

Victor was right. Something about the Prom Queen didn't make sense. Absentmindedly Donovan picked up what appeared to be a tube of pink lip gloss. He glanced at the name on the end. 'Popsicle Princess'. Of course it was. Of course Laci Grace used pink lip gloss with the name 'Popsicle Princess'.

Not long after, Donovan was standing outside the cell, listening to Laci's quietly, shuddering sobs. He had never been moved by anyone's tears, but for reasons he couldn't explain, he wanted to gather her into his arms, carry her to his bed, spend the night holding her and comforting her. Not a good plan. For one thing, he still didn't know the true nature of her relationship with Frank Harding. For another, he was almost certain the Prom Queen would try to strangle him with his own bed sheets.

The door to Frank Harding's office was open, and Donovan arrogantly strode in, unannounced. The look Frank gave him made it obvious, Donovan was the last person he wanted to see. Donovan Corbett's presence in his office was crossing the line that kept private and public lives separate.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "I would've thought you had enough to keep you busy? How's the new project going? She giving you trouble?"

Donovan wasn't about to let this vile son of a bitch know what he suspected. He was careful not to refer to her by name. "She's a handful, but you said she would be. She's the first one I've ever had to throw into the ice chest three times." He could see Frank was enjoying the thought of what was happening to Laci. "Look, Frank, let's not waste time. You want her trained and I want to be paid. Cut to the bottom line. She's not a willing participant in this endeavor, is she?"

Donovan knew enough about human behavior to know Frank was weighing his options, deciding if he should lie and how much truth to tell. Finally the bastard decided to laugh it off. "Okay, Corbett, you got me. No, she isn't. She was stupid enough to think she was coming to your place for an interview. I tried to work it myself, let the bitch know I was interested, but she walks around here thinking she's better than everyone, wouldn't lower herself to my level, so I figured you could do it. If anyone can break her, it's you, and when she's been broken, whipped and beaten into submission, I'll take over and you can damn well be sure, I'll pick up right where you left off. She's a fucking cunt, but she'll learn."

Frank Harding misread the look of pleasure on Donovan's face. He was certain Donovan Corbett was thinking about every bit of torture he was going to heap on Laci. In reality, the smile on Donovan's face was coming from his thoughts about what he'd like to do to Frank Harding.

"You're right, Frank. She'll learn. I gave her the option of doing things the hard way or the easy way. So far it's been hard, but now that I know the truth............well..........let's just say this new one hasn't yet learned the meaning of the word hard, but finding out the truth makes my job easier. Too bad I can't say the same for what she's going to be experiencing for the next few weeks."

It was exactly what Donovan and Victor suspected. There was no helpless victim act. Laci was a victim of Frank Harding's perverted 'wicked' habits, but the degenerate was too cowardly and cautious to torture her himself, too cowardly and cautious to take any chance of people finding out what he was really like behind the closed doors of his house of horrors. Once she had been tamed, he would take control and do whatever he wanted to her, and his 'wickedly' filthy hands would remain 'wickedly' clean.

"I'll let you get back to work," Donovan was already heading out the door, "while I get back to my own activities, and next time...be up front with me. It makes my job easier and gets you more for your money." He could almost see the slime doing calculations in his head. "Hey, Frank, I keep meaning to ask. You know how rumors are.....is it true you tie women to an actual bed of nails?"

For a brief instant, Frank seemed surprised by the question, but he shrugged, "Rumors always get twisted. It's actually a chair of nails. When someone needs to learn a lesson, a time-out works wonders, especially when their ass has been whipped raw, and there are some extra weights hanging from their tits. You'd be surprised at how quickly one remembers the meaning of obedience."

"Good point, Frank. A time out, huh? I like it. I'll have to remember that." Donovan was pleased he was able to smirk knowingly and actually chuckle at Frank Harding's words, when in his mind, all he was able to see was Laci tied to a chair of nails. He really wanted to see Frank Harding tied to his own chair of nails. The monster was far more twisted than any rumor.

Victor was waiting when Donovan walked through his front door. "We were right," Donovan said. "The fucking bastard lied to me and tricked her. She had no idea what she was getting into. Something about the Prom Queen turned him on, but she turned him down. This is his revenge. I have to talk to her."

Donovan started heading towards the training facility and the cell where Laci was being held. Victor stopped him. "She's not there. She's in one of the guest rooms."

"What the hell is she doing in a guest room?"

Victor shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "She's not well, Donovan. She must have been in and out of the ice chest too many times. That combined with stress, anxiety, fear, and the energy she expended trying to kill you, must have been too much. She's sick. She has chills, she's feverish, she's almost incoherent. She's also very dehydrated, but she fights every time I try to get her to drink anything. She's afraid of being drugged again."

There was no mistaking his anger as Donovan strode toward the guest room. He stopped in the doorway, gazing at Laci. He couldn't stay angry. It looked as if Victor had put one of his own t-shirts on her. She did look feverish, and she was whimpering slightly, restlessly lying in an uncomfortable position half on her side, probably to help the pain she was feeling from the paddling she had received.

She looked like a very vulnerable child, and for some reason he didn't want to understand, the Prince of Darkness suddenly felt very protective of the Prom Queen.

"You like her, don't you?" he was almost accusing Victor.

"You're one to talk. I saw what happened last night when she was trying to beat the crap out of you. If she realized you had a boner, she would have kicked you so hard, your balls would have been stuck in your throat for a week."

"She's a beautiful, young woman. Last night she was a beautiful, young, naked woman, and I simply admired her stamina." Victor just looked at him. "The point is what are we going to do about her?"

"How did she become our responsibility? Give her a couple of hours to start feeling better, then send her back to the prom. Buy her a corsage if it makes you feel better."

Donovan motioned Victor out of the room. "Victor, I've been doing this a long time and I'm not sure how many people I've trained, but as far as I know, they've all been willing participants. They had their reasons why they were willing, and I never questioned any of them about those reasons. They were nothing more than business transactions."

"Are you saying the Prom Queen isn't a business transaction?"

"She wasn't a willing participant. We held her against her will. We assaulted her."

"You assaulted her."

Donovan glared at him. "You drugged her. The point is, she doesn't even know Harding got her into this situation. As far as she knows, he sent her on an interview. To her, we're the bad guys. So, what do we do? Drop her at her apartment and wish her all the best? She could call the authorities. She could tell Harding what we did to her. The immoral bastard may even offer to 'protect' her. What if she figures out what he did? He'd never let information like that get out. Her life would be over. She'd end up like that one in the ditch. Are you willing to live with that?"

"Okay, Donovan. What do we do with her?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"You better figure it out. It's almost time for the last dance."

"Victor, stop with the fucking prom jokes. Go look after your patient. Let me think."

Donovan spent the next hour pacing. Considering how she reacted last night, he wasn't sure he could get her to listen to reason. Even if she understood they had both been duped by Frank Harding, what was she going to do? She couldn't just show up at her job. He didn't want to think about what could happen if Harding got his filthy, perverted hands on her. Even if Donovan helped her find another job, in another state, he couldn't be sure she'd be safe from Harding. She needed protection.

He looked up to see Victor standing in the doorway. "I need to talk to her," Donovan said.

"I'm not sure that's going to be possible. She seems to be getting worse."

"You're going to have to take her to Kalake to recuperate. It's the only choice we have."

Chapter 4 -- The Island

Laci could swear she was smelling salty sea air. She was positive she could feel ocean breezes. She couldn't seem to think clearly. Every inch of her body, from her brain to her toes felt limp and muddled.

Her eyes blinked as she tried to open them. They rebelled against the glare in the bright room. Where the hell was she? The room was open, airy, with wispy white curtains on the windows and around the bed. They blew gently in the breezes from the open window, and there was no question she could smell the ocean. She was wearing one of her favorite nightgowns and on the pillow next to her was a stuffed unicorn that was usually on her bed, but this wasn't her bed. This bed was huge, dark wood, canopied, comfortable, covered with cool, snowy white linens and would have been wonderful if she had any idea where she was or how she had gotten there.

"Are you actually awake?"

Laci turned her head slowly, attempting to focus on the deep voice and on the man standing in the doorway who had just asked the question. He seemed vaguely familiar. VICTOR!

As recognition set in, the look in her eyes changed from confusion to fear, and she tried to untangle herself from the bed linens, falling back when the weakness and dizziness overtook her. "Please," she begged, tears forming in her big blue eyes, "help me. Why did he do that to me?"

He was at her side, placing a cool cloth on her forehead, soothing her. "It's okay, Laci. You're safe. Try to relax."

She wasn't sure she was ready to relax. Full of apprehension she asked, "Where am I?"

Victor smiled at her. He spoke softly, "Ironically, Laci Grace, you are on Kalake. It's Donovan Corbett's private island. Kalake is a Hawaiian word. It means grace." At the mention of Donovan Corbett, her eyes again turned fearful. "It's okay, Laci. The Prince of Darkness isn't here." She still wasn't taking his advice to relax. "Look, honey, I know you're confused. How about if I help you get up and sit in one of the chairs out on the lanai? You've been pretty out of it, and the fresh air will be good for you."

Still mistrustful, she allowed Victor to help her stand up and walk. There was no question she would have fallen if she had tried it on her own and she didn't understand why she felt so weak or why the small, simple act of walking a few steps exhausted her.

Victor got her settled in a wicker chair overlooking the ocean. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool breeze and when she opened them, he was at her side offering her a glass. "Have some juice."

The frosty glass looked cool and enticing, but she instantly flashed back to the last time this man offered her something to drink. She could remember feeling dizzy, almost falling, hearing the taunting laugh in the background. She could remember waking up naked, strapped to that table. "NO!" Her voice was fearful, but emphatic.

Victor sighed. "Laci, I know you don't trust me and I know why you don't trust me, but you have to start eating and drinking. How about if I take a sip? Will you drink if I drink first?"

She watched him drink, then nodded in agreement. She was so thirsty.

"Don't gulp. I know you're thirsty, but you've hardly had anything for the last two and a half weeks. Drink it slowly. There's plenty more and maybe later, you can have some soup."

She tried to get her brain up and running. She was on an island, Donovan Corbett's private island and she hadn't had anything to eat or drink for two weeks. Why? What had he done to her? Victor said he wasn't there. When was he coming back? "Why did you call him the Prince of Darkness?"

Victor chuckled. "You've been ranting in your sleep and that's how you always refer to him. It just stuck. I have to say, for a sweet, angelic looking girl, you have one hell of a vocabulary, Laci."

She glared at him. "Does he know where I am?"

"Yes, in fact coming here was his idea." Victor saw her eyes cloud. "It's not what you think, and you may not believe this, but he was trying to help you by sending you here. He's not going to hurt you. Donovan isn't the bad guy. The only bad guy in the scenario is Frank Harding. He's the one you should be afraid of. The Prince of Darkness is like Prince Charming compared to Harding."

Laci looked at him with a mixture of suspicion, confusion, and mistrust. "I don't understand anything you've said. Frank Harding is a creep, but he never did anything like what your boss did to me."

"Donovan did what he did, because Frank Harding told him to. Harding set you up." He could see she still didn't understand. "Look, I'm not going to sugar coat this for you. You may look innocent, but you're smart and you're a strong lady, so I'm just going to tell you as much of the truth as I know. You knew what Donovan Corbett did when you came to his house that night. He's always been open about his...shall we call it...hobby....of training submissives and sex slaves. It's a business, a lot of people have used his services, he's good at it, and he makes a lot of money doing it. I'm not going into the psychology of what makes certain people dominant and others submissive, but as far as Donovan knows, he's never trained anyone who wasn't willing to be trained."

Laci was watching him with mistrust and curiosity. Victor could tell she still didn't understand, so he continued. "Harding sent you to interview Donovan Corbett, am I right?" She nodded her agreement. "Well, that's not what he told the Prince of Darkness. Harding told Donovan to train you as a slave. He told Donovan to be as rough as he wanted, because that was what you liked. Harding said he had been involved with you for a while, and you liked playing the victim, so Donovan could use any and every method of brute force on you. Donovan's job was to break you, whip and beat you into submission, then return you to Harding. Frank Harding has had slaves for a long time, but he's not a dominant, or a disciplinarian. He's vicious and sadistic. He tortures women for his own perverse pleasure."

From the expression on Laci's face, she was clearly horrified, shaking, more than a little angry. Victor took her hand to comfort her, surprised when she didn't pull away. "Why would he do that? All I did was go to work and try my best to get ahead." He thought she was going to cry, but she didn't. Finally she turned to Victor, asking, "Now what happens? Do I bring some kind of charges against him?"

"Laci, Harding is a vile and dangerous man. He's also powerful, but Donovan and I can make sure he gets what he deserves. It's just going to take a little time, and you're going to have to trust us, and not ask questions."

"If he knew Frank lied, why did he do what he did to me? That freezer was inhumane."

"Donovan didn't know, at first. He caught on when you tried to kill him with your bare hands. You may not know much about the world of discipline, but submissives don't customarily attack dominants. Be honest, if he had been as naked as you were, you would have tried to strangle him with his own cock."

Laci turned red at his words. "For some reason, I don't really feel like apologizing for my actions."

Victor laughed at her statement. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, the Prince of Darkness didn't check you out ahead of time. He just guessed you had been Prom Queen." She glared again. "How about if I make you a little soup? You need to start getting your strength back. I'm pretty sure Donovan is expecting you to try and beat the shit out of him the next time he sees you. You're going to need energy to chase him around the island. If you're good and start eating for me, I'll clue you in to where all the hiding places are."

"Why haven't I been eating? What did you do to me?"

Victor sighed. "You got sick. I'm guessing your numerous visits to the ice chest, plus your anxiety about what was happening, wore you down. Do you remember when I locked you in the cell?" Her narrowed eyes answered his question. "Okay, well, when I checked on you in the morning, you were feverish and having chills. Donovan and I knew something wasn't right, so he went to see Harding. The son of a bitch said he tried to put some moves on you, but you weren't interested. He was determined to have you whatever way he could. Once Donovan found out the truth, we couldn't just drop you off at your apartment. You would have been an easy target for Harding, so, to keep you safe, he sent you here. Even though you've been burning with fever, you've been fighting me about eating and drinking because you were afraid of being drugged. You're pretty dehydrated."

"Why is he so interested in helping me?" she asked suspiciously.

"Maybe a little guilt. Donovan Corbett doesn't train people who aren't willing, and you kind of threw him off balance. He saw the list of questions you had with you. He liked them. He liked that you didn't seem to totally understand how he lives his life, but you were willing to learn, and you were respectful of his choices even if you didn't agree with them. He also admired how you stood up for yourself. You really didn't have a chance against the two of us, but you didn't let that stop you. For what it's worth, I admire you, too. Even when you were scared shitless, you were strong and fought for yourself."

"How did my unicorn get here?"

Victor sighed again. "Okay, this is the part when you have to start trusting and not asking a lot of questions. I'll tell you what I can. Donovan overheard a couple of the people in the office talking about you when he went to see Harding. They were saying they were worried because it wasn't like you to miss work and not call, wondering if something was wrong, whether or not they should give you another day or if they should send someone to check on you, talking about your apartment, where it was, stuff like that. Donovan came up with a plan. He wants Harding to believe you escaped and ran."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen



"Ran where?"

"Wherever. You're gone. That's what matters. Laci, I'm not about to enlighten you in regards to my background. Let's just say it's been interesting and colorful, and I can do a lot of things. Donovan didn't check you out, but I did. I know you're mostly on your own. You came to town right after you graduated and you don't have any close relatives or friends, so as far as Harding is concerned, you could be anywhere. I went to your place and packed up all your personal belongings. I even found that hiding place behind the loose piece of tile in your bathroom where you had some cash hidden." He shrugged at her look of shock. "I'm good at what I do. I also cleaned out your savings and checking accounts." This time she looked angry. "Trust, remember?" he reminded her. "It's all here, honey. Every dime, every dollar, every knick-knack, every sweater, every pair of your pretty, little silk panties." He smiled when she blushed. "It's all here. Trust, okay? The point is...as far as Harding is concerned, you're gone. You cleared out your life and you ran. Now how about that soup?"

The days were passing. Maybe it was weeks or months. Laci wasn't really sure how long she had been sick or how long she had been on Kalake. It was a beautiful island, a paradise, with no telephones or internet. Or so it seemed. Victor didn't appear to have any difficulty staying in contact with the Prince of Darkness, but if there was a hotline to hell somewhere on the island, Laci wasn't able to find it.

It was hard for her to trust Victor. He had been a participant in what she experienced at the hands of Donovan Corbett, but since she had been awake, he had been only kind and considerate. And very vigilant. She had free run of the house and the island, but he always seemed to be watching. Was he expecting her to make a swim for it? Where in the world was the island of Kaleke? Walking along the beach, in one place she thought she was able to see some land in the very far distance, but it was too far to see clearly. Everywhere else, all she saw was endless ocean. Laci decided if she had to be alone in such a remote location, at least it was with Victor. She wasn't sure what she would have done if she had awakened and discovered herself alone with Donovan.

As soon as she was feeling well enough, Victor took her on a complete tour of the island. Kalake wasn't very large, probably no more than a mile from one end to the other. The outer perimeter was beach, with powdery white sand and clear turquoise water. The house appeared to be almost at the center of the island and was encircled with tropical forest-like growth of palm trees, willowy grasses, and wild orchids. It was picturesque and serene, and was driving Laci crazy with boredom.

She had too much time to think, and wasn't sure what to believe. Was the story Victor told her true? He hadn't lied about her possessions and the small amount of money she had managed to save. Everything was on the island with her, just as he said. Still, she felt very much like a prisoner, although she had to concede, there were worse prisons. Did Frank Harding really expect her to be a sex slave? She knew the man was vile and disgusting, but she'd never have agreed to be a participant in whatever he might have been planning. The thought made her shudder. Had the Prince of Darkness actually been her savior, or was he planning some other fate for her? She and Victor talked about many things, yet he was very careful not to give her too much information. She had no idea how long she would be staying on the island or if she would be permitted to leave, or what would happen to her if and when she did leave.

Victor had also taken her on a tour of the house. All the rooms were bright, and opened to the outside, but she had followed him around with some trepidation, expecting him to open a door leading to a room containing an ice chest and other implements of punishment. To her surprise, the only thing she saw in the entire house that made her uneasy was a large, malicious looking whip, hanging coiled on the wall of the library. As if he could read her mind, Victor told her it was a movie prop Donovan had received as a gift, and had never been used for what she was thinking. She wasn't sure she believed him. She wasn't sure what to believe about anything.

All she knew was what Victor told her, and that wasn't much. Was she Donovan Corbett's guest or a prisoner of the Prince of Darkness? When she was being honest with herself, she had to admit he hadn't really hurt her. Much. Yes, her ass had been sore. She had been in pain when Victor left her locked in the cell, and even when she had been slightly delirious with fever, she could still recall not being able to relax comfortably. She also remembered when he struck her with the leather strap, but the worst had been the ice chest. That, and her fear. The freezing cold water he sprayed on her that made her skin burn and freeze to the padded table was horrible. The chilling way he looked at her and the tone of his voice had almost been worse. If she never saw him again, it would be too soon, yet Victor spoke about him every day and she knew it was only a matter of time until he came to the island. The thought made her shiver almost as much as the ice chest had, still she was curious about him.

The night seemed especially dark, and that made Victor extra alert and vigilant. He had checked on Laci a short while before and she had been sleeping peacefully. Well, maybe not peacefully. He wasn't sure she had slept peacefully since she had been in his care, but at least, she was asleep. He hadn't told her everything. If he had, she wouldn't be sleeping at all.

Donovan said Harding had gone ballistic when he discovered Laci had vanished. He sent a car for her, as he did with all his other trainees, and when the car arrived, Donovan called him demanding to know what kind of game he was playing. Donovan said a car had already arrived to pick her up at least two hours earlier. He had escorted her to the vehicle, personally, and, made certain she was strapped in, no pun intended. He accused Harding of trying to get out of paying for Donovan Corbett's services. When Harding discovered her empty apartment, he had been livid and determined to find her and teach her a lesson. The bitch wasn't going to outsmart Frank Harding.

Victor also knew Donovan had been in contact with a number of individuals who were more than a little pissed at Harding. The man made enemies wherever he went, and Donovan Corbett knew who those enemies were. The Prince of Darkness was no fool. He'd kept dossiers on his clients for years and knew just about everything there was to know from their shoe size to which closet they were hiding their skeletons. Frank Harding had enough skeletons for one hell of a Halloween party, and suddenly there were quite a few people after him. It was only a matter of time until he got everything he deserved.

The sound was faint at first, then got progressively louder. It sounded like a boat. Donovan usually chartered a helicopter to fly onto the island. Victor was more than a little concerned, especially since he hadn't heard from Donovan for several days. The Prom Queen probably would have been surprised to know how often the Prince of Darkness called to check on her. Victor was surprised, and there wasn't much that surprised him, but Donovan Corbett's concern for Laci Grace's well-being hit Victor's scale somewhere between astonishment and baffled shock. When he heard someone approaching the house, Victor grabbed his gun and pointed it at the door. The door started to open.

"Put the damned gun down, Victor. It's just me."

"Donovan, why the hell didn't you tell me you were coming? Afraid she'd get her weapons ready?"

"She has weapons?" Donovan actually looked concerned. "To be honest, that might be a good thing. Harding is on the loose, he's even more deranged than we thought, and he's determined to find her. He set fire to the house and the training facility. I'm guessing he thought I was hiding her there. It's pretty much a smoldering pile of rubble. The security cameras caught him, but by the time they got someone out there, the place was an inferno. He had enough fuel to power an entire convoy of tanks. If it wasn't for that old coal chute, I'd be smoldering right along with everything else."

"Quite the resume...sadist, arsonist, probable murderer....only thing left on the list is Prom King. She's asleep, so you're probably safe until she wakes up and finds out you're here."

Donovan quietly opened the bedroom door a few inches and peered in at Laci. He whispered to Victor, "What's that she's sleeping with?"

"Stuffed unicorn."

He sighed. Of course it was. He had been close when he thought she slept with a teddy bear, but this was Laci Grace. A unicorn. The symbol of purity which could only be captured by a virgin. Of course Laci Grace slept with a stuffed unicorn that had a pink satin horn. Teddy bears were for amateurs.

Chapter 5 -- An Eye for an Eye

Laci was up early the next morning. She and Victor had settled into a routine and whoever was in the kitchen first got the coffee started. She insisted on helping prepare every meal, although he was sure she wanted make sure she knew exactly what was going in her food. She wasn't giving her trust easily.

She glanced up at the sound from the doorway. Donovan was watching her. Color drained from her face, and her blue eyes were huge and frightened as she dashed out the open door and headed towards the beach. He started to follow.

"Don't chase her." Victor had followed him to the kitchen. "She can't go anywhere, and you'll just make it harder. She didn't know you were here. I told you to let me prepare her."

"She didn't have to run off like a frightened virgin. I thought you told her I was trying to help her?"

"That doesn't mean she forgot what you did before you were trying to help her, and she's not a virgin, so be careful what you say, or Harding may not be the only one trying to incinerate you."

Donovan settled onto a chair. "How do you know she's not a virgin?"

"We've been stuck for weeks on this god-forsaken island of yours. We had to do something."

The Prince of Darkness had never looked darker. "You've been fucking her?"

"Jealous?" Victor chuckled, not afraid of the dark anger. "One more comment like that and I'll incinerate you myself. No, I haven't been fucking her. I've been talking to her. Her life has been surprising, not what I would have expected. I've actually enjoyed babysitting and spending time with her. She hasn't had the life of a Prom Queen, but she deserves the tiara."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Figure it out, Donovan. I'll go try to find her."

It took quite some time before he saw Victor heading back to the house with Laci at his side. Even from a distance, Donovan could see she was reluctant. For the rest of the day, she seemed never to be more than a few steps away from Victor. She wasn't exactly running away, but she was keeping her distance. If he walked into a room she was in, she walked out. Whenever she was about to enter a room, she stopped to check and make sure he wasn't already there. She walked along the beach, looking over her shoulder. She jumped at every sound. She didn't stay in one place long enough for him to say a word to her. She wasn't eating, sitting at the table, picking at her food for a few minutes, then excusing herself.

It took two days before he accidentally managed to corner her in the library. His usual arrogance prevailed. "Laci, I want you to listen to me?"

"Why?" She didn't sound afraid; she sounded defiant and angry. "Why should I listen to you? Did you listen to me that night when I tried to explain? Did you even give me the chance to talk?"

"Victor told you what happened."

"Victor explained Frank Harding is a sick monster who lied to both of us. That doesn't excuse you from callously treating me like an object, not listening to a word I said. I never did anything to you, but you had no hesitation in hurting me physically and emotionally, for no reason except money. Do you have any idea how it feels to be sprayed with ice water and have your skin frozen to leather? Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch someone enjoying your own pain? What you did was reprehensible."

She was right and he knew she was right, but his arrogance wouldn't let him admit it. "I didn't do anything to you that I haven't done to dozens of other individuals. The difference is they were willing to have me do it to them. It had nothing to do with enjoying someone else's pain. That's what Harding does. He enjoys watching people suffer. For me, it was a business transaction and nothing more."

"Sure, Mr. Corbett. Keep telling yourself that."

"So you're just going to stay angry? Are you planning to hold it against me for the rest of our lives?"

Her look showed both annoyance and complete disdain. "This may come as a surprise, but I wasn't planning on being stuck with you for the rest of my life."

Everything about him, his presence, his posture, the tone of his voice was intended to be masterful and intimidating. "Don't you have that ass-backwards? I thought I was the one stuck with you, and considering how much I've done for you, your lack of gratitude tells me I didn't paddle you enough. Perhaps Harding's disciplinary methods would have improved your manners."

"Don't try to frighten me, and don't pretend your altruistic concern for my welfare doesn't have anything to do with saving your own ass-backwards self. Shall we go through the list of your own misdeeds? Not including your rudeness, arrogance, complete lack of sensitivity, disregard for me as a fellow human being, and the way you humiliated me, there' s forcible use of drugs, robbery, sexual assault, assault with multiple weapons, unlawful detainment, kidnapping...all felonies. I have a brain, Mr. Corbett. I didn't major in Prom Queen."

Why wasn't she intimidated? Other than Victor, everyone was intimidated by Donovan Corbett. His eye caught sight of the whip hanging on his wall. Fine. She might think she was smart, but he was going to prove he was smarter and she was no better than he was. "And would you like to settle the score? Would it make you feel better to beat the shit out of me, Miss Grace?" His dark eyes glared at her.

Her big, cornflower, blue eyes glared back. "Infinitely, Mr.Corbett."

Good. She had fallen directly into his trap. Frank Harding was right about one thing. She did think she was better than everyone else. Let her take a few swipes at him. Let her enjoy his pain and discomfort. He could take it, then he'd throw it right back in her face. He'd prove she was no better than he was. He unhooked the whip from the wall and placed it on the desk. Leaning forward, his hands tightly gripped the edges of his own desk, and he steeled himself. "Go ahead, Miss Grace. Whenever you're ready."

"Victor was a witness to my undeserved punishment and humiliation."

Donovan glared at her again. "Victor!" It only took a few silent moments for him to appear in the doorway, Victor's expression indicating he was trying to assess the situation in front of him. "Victor, Miss Grace seems to think she'll feel better about things if she lashes me a few times with the whip. She pointed out you were a witness to her punishment. Would you object to being a witness again?"

Victor looked from one to the other. Laci's gaze was cold and determined. Donovan's smirk seemed to be as arrogant as always, as if saying 'Let the Prom Queen have her fun.' Victor shook his head in disbelief. "If that's what you want."

Donovan resumed his position, gripping the edges of the desk. "Go ahead, Miss Grace."

"I was naked."

He turned and gaped at her. "What the hell........You can't honestly expect me to....."

"This was your suggestion, Mr. Corbett," she reminded him.

The Prom Queen was becoming a giant pain in his ass, and that precise discomfort appeared to be what she was intending for him to feel. Okay. Let her have her fun. All the better to prove his point. He could take it. She'd lash him a few times and she'd enjoy getting her revenge. He'd be sore for a few days, but have the supreme pleasure of pointing out how much she'd enjoyed his suffering.

With a resigned and annoyed grumble, he glared at Victor, glared darkly at Laci, and started to undress. Why the hell was he doing this? Why the hell was she? She probably thought she was embarrassing him. The Prom Queen wasn't actually going to stand there and watch him undress, was she?

He slowly took off his clothes, one piece at a time, keeping his eyes on her, expecting her to stop him. She didn't. Within a matter of minutes, he was standing naked in front of her and she had watched him the entire time, hardly blinking an eye. He turned again towards his desk.

"I was restrained. I was strapped to that table. I couldn't move."

Donovan stared at her, incredulously. "Well, there is no table," he said spitefully. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

"I could tie his arms to the door jam," Victor offered. "I can use the curtain cords."

"I suppose you could," she answered.

"I suppose you could also be looking for another job," Donovan snarled at him. He turned to Laci. "Hasn't this gone far enough?"

She just looked back, coldly, with almost no expression. What had happened to her? He should have hired her to run his damned training facility. Either the woman was a natural dominant, or she'd spent too much time in the ice chest. The lovely and innocent looking Prom Queen, who slept with her arms wrapped around a stuffed unicorn, had turned into an Ice Queen.

He tried again. "Is this really necessary?" When she didn't respond, Donovan glowered at her, then at Victor. He took his time walking to the open door, and held his arms up. Within seconds, his wrists were tightly bound, but he couldn't miss Victor's knowing glance. It very clearly told Donovan he should start learning when to keep his mouth closed. If Donovan wasn't so angry, he might have paid more attention. "Now are you satisfied, Miss Grace? Are you finally ready to settle the score? How many lashes are you going to need to make yourself feel better?"

"I don't know." For the first time, she looked a little unsure. "Victor? How many total minutes did he force me to stay in the freezer?"

Victor was also looking unsure. "About twenty minutes the first time, about ten each for the other times."

She started calculating. "So that's forty minutes, plus forty strokes of that horrible paddle, plus the three times he hit me with the leather strap, makes eighty-three. Perhaps I should just round it to an even hundred."

Even Victor looked shocked. "Laci, I know you're mad, but don't you think a hundred lashes with a bullwhip is overdoing it?"

Stunned into silence, for the first time, Donovan actually felt fear. A hundred lashes? What the hell was she thinking? Did she hate him that much? What the hell had he been thinking to allow himself to be put in this position? He tried pulling at his bonds, but they were holding tightly. He was at her mercy, naked, completely exposed, and the Prom Queen was going to flog him with a bullwhip. He couldn't order her not to do it, not after the way he'd goaded her. He doubted she'd even listen. All he could do was hope Victor had enough sense to stop her.

She walked up to him, looking him straight in the eye. Tied helplessly, all he could do was look back. "You still don't get it, do you, Mr. Corbett? It's all a big game to you. It's all about settling the score. I didn't tell you to remove your clothes. You did that all on your own. I didn't insist you be restrained. You made that decision for yourself. I didn't even demand Victor's presence. You invited him in here. I may not know much about the choices you make and the way you live your life, but I do know a few things. You masquerade as a dominant and trainer, but you're no better than Frank Harding. You never even gave me a safe word. Everything you did today was done of your own free will. You took that away from me. You took away my free will when you couldn't be bothered to listen to what I was trying to tell you. You never gave me a choice. I was just a business transaction."




Prince of Darkness vs Prom Queen



She turned her back on him and walked out of the room.

He stared after her. What the hell had just happened? The last thing he needed was another conscience, especially one in the form of a tiny, beautiful, blonde, angelic-looking tyrant, with big, blue eyes. Donovan Corbett, Dominant, Master, Trainer of Sex Slaves, Mephistopheles without his Armani suit, had just been mercilessly lashed by the Prom Queen, and she'd never even touched the fucking whip.

He turned to Victor. "I should fire you."

Victor was smirking at him. "You might want to re-think that. I'm not sure you can count on her to untie you."

"Untie me, Victor."

"Snarling isn't the best attitude to have when you're standing there, tied to the door, with your cock blowing in the breeze."

"Untie me, Victor."

"You know, Donovan, did it ever occur to you that the reason Harding sent her to you was because he was afraid of her?"

"Untie me, Victor."

Chapter 6 -- Know Your Enemies

The location of Kalake made it seem very remote, miles away from inhabitable land. In reality, it was a short helicopter ride from civilization, but Laci didn't know that. She didn't even recall her arrival on the island. Victor said a fever made her slip in and out of consciousness. Was that true?

She remembered arriving at Donovan Corbett's home, her uneasy feeling at being there alone. She remembered her first sight of him sitting behind his desk, how imposing he appeared, how nervous she felt. She couldn't forget his demeanor towards her, his coldness, how insignificant he made her feel. Would she ever forget being drugged, waking, finding herself naked and strapped to the table, how painful her bare skin felt in the freezer, when he blistered her ass with the wooden paddle? Did that hurt more than being referred to as nothing more than a business transaction?

At the far end of Kalake, at the point furthest from the house, where the tropical forest growth met the beach, there were a couple of small hills and hidden rocky caves overlooking the sea. She had discovered them during one of her explorations and often sat there in the afternoon. The caves and overgrowth provided shelter, made her feel protected from Victor's watchful vigilance, but allowed her to see the waves and wonder what was going to happen to her.

She went to Donovan Corbett's home to interview him. Or so she thought. She had been suspicious about the Prince of Darkness agreeing to meet with her, but had Frank Harding really set her up? Every instinct told her Harding was a repugnant individual, but had he really believed he could turn her into a sex slave? Wondering about the town leaders who willingly accepted Frank Harding and Donovan Corbett didn't help her confusion. Was she ever going to be free to leave Kalake, and if she did leave, where would she go? Would the Prince of Darkness allow her to leave? Was anything he and Victor told her the truth or was it just more lies? What was the truth? What was going to happen to her?

Her mind drifted to the afternoon's earlier events. She hadn't been expecting Donovan to corner her in the library, and she definitely didn't want to have a conversation with him. When he did speak, he was as cold and arrogant as he had been the night she thought she was interviewing him. Probably the only time he had listened was when he was naked, tied tightly to the door frame. She had been looking right at him when she indicated one hundred lashes might be the proper amount for revenge. Was that brief flash of reaction confusion? Was it disbelief? Fear? She wasn't sure but it was the only time the man had shown any kind of emotion.

She still couldn't believe it had actually happened. The Prince of Darkness had stripped off his clothes, without any apparent shame or embarrassment, not that he had reason for either. He was a very good looking man regardless of what he was....or wasn't....wearing. Of course, he didn't have to be naked to be transparent. The fool actually believed he could justify his own actions by trying to get her to behave the same way. He really thought he could tempt her to pick up a whip and lash him and that she would enjoy doing it. The Prince of Darkness underestimated her. Laci Grace could think of several things to do to a man who was naked and tied to a door frame, but none of those things involved a whip. She stifled a small giggle. She should at least be truthful to herself......MOST of those things didn't involve a whip. Donovan Corbett would be surprised at the things he didn't know about the Prom Queen.

She lost track of time, sitting in the cave, listening to the waves, thinking, dozing. At one point she thought she heard some kind of motor. A boat maybe? Maybe he was leaving. Could he have sent Victor away? Victor wouldn't leave her alone with Donovan, would he? Considering what had happened in the library, she wouldn't put it past the Prince of Darkness to persuade Victor to get on a boat with him, the two of them sailing off and leaving her alone on the island. He'd enjoy frightening her, leaving her alone, not knowing when or if he was coming back. She was just a business transaction.

It was nearly dark by the time she walked back to the house. She approached slowly, with some trepidation. Something didn't seem right. Was it possible the bastard actually had gone away and left her alone? Maybe she should have used the whip when she had the chance.

Relief flooded her briefly when she heard the sound of voices, but the relief faded quickly. Approaching carefully and quietly, she could hear Donovan arguing with someone. It wasn't Victor. Then who.....?

Frank Harding. The three men were in the dining room. She could see through the window. Victor and Donovan were seated at the table, and Frank was holding them at gunpoint.

Harding was accusing Donovan of stashing Laci somewhere. He had known Donovan was up to something when he had gone to Harding's office, asking questions. Victor had told the truth about that.

Donovan was yelling back, insisting he had no knowledge of Laci Grace's whereabouts, accusing Harding of not wanting to pay the money he owed, accusing him of setting fire to Donovan's house. The psychopath had actually torched Donovan Corbett's house? Victor had never mentioned that.

Donovan's voice was very loud. She didn't know him very well, but she had seen him angry. Even when the anger had been directed at her, his voice was deep, thunderous, intimidating, but always in control. She wondered if he was yelling to warn her about Harding's presence. Maybe they had been honest.

She knew there was a boathouse by the beach, but it was always tightly locked. She remembered hearing a motor earlier. That must have been Frank, but she had no idea where he had moored his boat. She had to be logical. Even if she was able to get to a boat, where was she going to go? It was almost dark and she wasn't sure which direction to head to reach land.

There weren't that many places to hide on Kalake. If she hid, there was every chance Frank would shoot the two men and eventually find her. She knew Victor had a gun, but she wasn't sure where it was. If he had access to it, he probably would have used it. If Donovan had a gun to defend himself, he also would have used it by now, and wouldn't be sitting at the table yelling his head off.

She could only think of one option and of one weapon she could use. She hoped it was still where she had last seen it. Quietly she snuck around the other side of the house and entered through the library.

As she approached the dining room, Donovan was still yelling at Frank who was still demanding to know her whereabouts. When she stepped into the room and announced her whereabouts, both Victor and the Prince of Darkness were facing the door and looked as if they were ready to throttle her with their bare hands. Frank was cackling a twisted, vile laugh and screaming about killing the men and about the depraved things he was planning to do to Laci. It was like a scene from a pathetically bad movie. At that moment, she wasn't sure what or who was more irritating. At least bad movies had popcorn.

Laci was taking small steps toward Harding. Donovan was furious. What the hell was wrong with her? Didn't she hear him yelling? Why the hell hadn't she hidden? He'd paddle her so long and so hard she wouldn't be sitting for a year. What the hell was she hiding behind her back?

She moved quickly, yet hardly moved at all. In her complete control, the bullwhip lashed savagely on Frank Harding's hand. His laugh became a scream of pain and outrage as the gun he was holding flew across the room. She struck again, and the end of the whip coiled around Frank's throat, so quickly and so tightly, his oxygen was cut off, his face rapidly turning blue. Victor was already out of his chair and had the gun in his hand. The Prince of Darkness was staring at her.

For the second time that day, she turned her back on him and walked away.

For the second time that day, the Prince of Darkness watched her departure, wondering what the hell had just happened.

Laci Grace didn't stand much more than five feet tall. Laci Grace was guileless and innocent. Laci Grace had long, blonde hair and big, cornflower blue eyes that made her look like an angel. Laci Grace slept with a stuffed unicorn. Laci Grace was a Prom Queen. Correction: Laci Grace was some kind of mutant, gladiator, super hero, Prom Queen who handled a whip like she was Indiana Jones. Of course she did.

On her way out of the house, she grabbed a blanket from the back of a chair. Even in the dark, it only took about fifteen minutes to walk back to her hidden cave. She didn't care what happened. She just wanted to be away from everything. From Frank Harding. From Kalake. From the Prince of Darkness.

Wrapped in the blanket, she could hear most of the commotion. A helicopter landed on the beach. It sounded like Frank was being turned over to authorities, although from the way he was screaming, she had a feeling the authorities weren't exactly official. Victor had mentioned Harding's many enemies, so she supposed he deserved whatever he got. She heard a lot of angry shouting, then the helicopter was taking off. She didn't know who was leaving with it and she didn't care. Spending time alone on a remote tropical island had some advantages over being tricked into being a sex slave or being regarded as a business transaction.

Finally, the only sound came from the waves crashing on the beach. She sat alone, annoyed for feeling sorry for herself. That wasn't something she usually did, although, she reasoned, a little self-pity was appropriate, sometimes.

The silence didn't last long. Victor and Donovan were combing the beach calling to her. At one point, Donovan was just yards from where she sat huddled in the small cave. Wow! He was asking her to 'please' answer if she could hear him. That was a shock! The Prince of Darkness said 'please'? True, she didn't know him very well, but not once had she heard him say the word 'please' to anyone. Not that it really mattered. Let him think she stowed away on the helicopter, or believe she decided to swim and take her chances with ocean predators. Ocean predators weren't that much different from land predators, and she was just a business transaction.

It was a good thing Victor had enough sense to grab for Harding's gun. Donovan had spent way too much time staring after Laci, trying to remember who it was that was supposed to be protecting who. Victor was finally able to get his attention and it only took a few minutes to place the call to one of Harding's enemies. They would be only too pleased to take Mr. Harding off Donovan's hands. To Donovan's disgust, Frank Harding was sitting in a corner sniveling about the wound he had received when Laci hit him with the whip. When he discovered who would be arriving to pick him up, his wound would be the least of his worries.

The helicopter arrived quickly. Harding had become hysterical when he saw who had come for him. The coward actually tried to plead for Donovan Corbett's protection. Donovan had no trouble stating that the plea might have been taken more seriously if his home wasn't a pile of smoldering rubble. The helicopter departed almost as quickly as it arrived, carrying a terrified Frank Harding and a few people who would know exactly what to do with Mr. Harding's chair of nails.

Donovan was certain Harding would never be seen again, and the philosophic Victor pointed out that Donovan had actually done a service to taxpayers, since there would be no trial or prison sentence.

That left one question: Where was Laci?

The two men started searching, inside and outside the house. She wasn't in the bedroom she had been using. They checked behind furniture and curtains, in closets and cupboards, under every bed, but she wasn't anywhere.

Grabbing flashlights, they headed for the boathouse, but it was locked as it always was. The boat Frank Harding had used to gain access to the island was tied to a small pier-like structure, so she hadn't left using a boat. They wondered if she might have gotten on the helicopter, but dismissed the idea. Harding's enemies had landed with a small army. Someone would have seen her if she tried to escape.

They set off in opposite directions along the beach, calling her name. When they met in the middle, there had been no sight of her. They continued circling in different directions, eventually meeting back at the house, never locating her.

Victor made coffee while Donovan paced. A few weeks ago his life was peaceful and orderly. He owned a very profitable business and financed other enterprises. He traveled all over the world, dressed well, stayed at the finest hotels, ate at the best restaurants. He had an unconventional but lucrative side business training sex slaves and submissives. He was a respected member of the community.

Then Laci Grace ambled up his driveway, and the home connected to that driveway had been burned to the ground, along with his training facility and most of his designer suits. He had barely escaped the inferno, he had been held at gunpoint, and he had just turned a dangerous, sexual deviant over to a group of hoodlums. How had peaceful and orderly turned into chaos?

A thought crossed his mind and he turned to Victor. "Did you have any idea she could handle a whip like that?"

"Yep."

Obviously peaceful and orderly weren't going to be resurfacing for a while. "And you just let me strip, dick-side-up, and tied me to the door frame? She could've fucking killed me!"

"Yep."

"Is that all the justification you have?"

"Donovan, get over yourself. She wouldn't have hurt you." He paused for a minute. "Too bad Harding wasn't hanging there. He was crying because of a cut on his hand. Hate to think what she could've done to his dick, not that the asshole wouldn't have deserved it. Would've been good, though."

"And where did the Prom Queen matriculate? Dominatrix University for the Performing Arts?"

"You know, I kinda wish she had taken a few swipes at you. Maybe you would've learned something. No, Donovan, she worked at a ranch to put herself through school. Her parents split when she was a kid, and the divorce wasn't pleasant. She became a pawn between them, a business transaction. Neither of them really cared about her. They were more concerned about making things tough for the other. She was shuttled back and forth between them, never really had a place to call home, especially when they both got remarried and started new families. Then she just became an inconvenience. She said most of the time her parents never even remembered when it was her birthday. Just before she turned 16, she took off on her own. They still don't seem to realize she's missing."

He had not expected to hear what he was hearing. "Why a ranch?"

"They paid well. There was a pretty good sized ranch not far from her high school so she showed up one day and asked for a job. They laughed at her, but she begged for a chance and they gave it to her. She proved herself. There was some big, old, grey stallion none of them could get close to. She'd bring him a carrot every single day. At first, just left it on the fence, but eventually, he started watching for her and coming to meet her. He'd throw a shit-fit if she was late. Wouldn't ever let anybody else ride him, except her. She called him the Prince of Darkness. She'd throw a shit-fit if she knew I checked her story out. Thought it was a load of crap, but it's the truth. She worked her ass off at that place, harder than most of the guys. Spoke to the owner. Fuckin' horse still looks for her."

"She started doing that before she was 16?"

"When she first started, she'd sneak back into the barn to sleep, in the morning she'd take a bus about 15 miles to go to school. When the owners found out, they told her she couldn't stay there, so she stopped. When they found out she was sleeping at a homeless shelter, they converted a tack room for her and let her live there. She finished high school, put herself through college. One of the old-timers taught her how to handle a whip. The owner said she liked the dexterity it took. He liked it because he never had to worry about any of the guys messing with her. From what he said, you're damn lucky she didn't take you up on your offer. She probably could've turned you into a gelding with one strike."

The Prince of Darkness couldn't stop himself from flinching at Victor's comment. "How'd she end up in Harding's radar?"

"She doesn't want to be a rancher; she wants to be a writer, and she's pretty good. I saw some of her stuff when I was packing it up. Didn't tell her that. I don't want to be a gelding. Anyway, after graduation she found out about the new magazine starting up, so she asked for a job. They hired her, she relocated to town, started putting down roots, had her own little place to live. It went great for about the first year, then they hired Harding as her boss. He started giving her a hard time from day one, but she kept her distance. She said she knew he was a creep, but she never knew he was as depraved as he was. She said she had already started looking for another job when Harding saw her reading some newspaper article about BDSM and your role in the local scene. He dared her to interview you. She wanted to get ahead, so she took him up on the dare. That was how he got her to go to your place. She had no idea he had other plans for her. I only have her word for that, but she didn't lie about anything else, and after getting to know her, I believe her."

Donovan was silent for a long time, staring out the door at nothing but his own thoughts. "Why didn't she use the whip when she had the chance?"

"Better question is why did you let it go so far? I wasn't in there when it first started, but I was in there for most of it. She didn't tell you to undress. She didn't say I had to tie you to the door. She just made a couple of observations about how it was for her. Next thing I know, you're bare-ass, hanging from a door frame. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I was trying to prove a point. She said I enjoyed her pain."

"Didn't you?" Victor questioned.

"Of course not. I'm not like Harding."

"Aren't you? Why'd you hit her so many times with the paddle?"

"I thought she'd scream, beg me to stop. She didn't."

"So you were going to just keep beating her? You were going to continue until she screamed? Or passed out? How does that make you different from Harding? The only difference I see is that for you, it's a business transaction. You get paid for doing, what he does for fun." Victor looked at his boss. "I've worked for you for a long time and we know each other pretty well. I don't always understand what you do or agree with it, but I know you need to have the control. I get it. There are some people that are pain-sluts. I don't understand it, but I respect their right to choose and live their lives however they wish. I've helped you train a hell of a lot of people over the years, and as far as I could tell, every single one of them was exactly where they wanted to be, doing exactly what they wanted to do."