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  “And what are we?” Caine asked with a little smirk.

  “Friends,”

  “Yes, and?” Caine continued to press.

  “Well we have deep feelings for each other. Like family,” I added.

  “Love?” he continued on.

  “Yes, love. Like a brother and a sister.” I really didn’t believe the words as I spoke them.

  “When we kissed last night, did it feel like you were kissing a brother?” Caine asked, his smirk turning into a grin.

  “Well… no,” I admitted.

  “No it didn’t,” Caine declared as he reached for my hand and kissed the top of it. “There was passion and desire. It felt natural and warm. I think we’ve been denying our true feelings, hiding behind our friendship. If we had sex last night…”

  I quickly interrupted, “It would have been a huge mistake that we would have both regretted.”

  Caine squeezed my hand gently. “I wouldn’t have regretted a thing.”

  I sat speechless. I looked at Caine, and felt the warmth of his hand on mine. This man sitting across from me had always been my rock, my safety, my friend. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to feel. I had always loved Caine, but now I realize I truly loved Caine. I loved him far more than just a friend.

  “What does this mean?” I asked in confusion.

  “It means that I want a relationship with you. I want us to stop hiding and start showing each other how we feel,” Caine explained as he leaned forward and placed a very soft, gentle kiss on my lips.

  “I’m scared. What if I’m not what you think? You don’t know how mean I was, how poorly I treated…”

  “I’m not scared. I know you better than anyone. I know who you are and what you are capable of. You wouldn’t treat me poorly, and I wouldn’t allow it if you tried,” Caine interrupted with a firm, authoritative voice.

  “So a relationship - like boyfriend and girlfriend?” I hopefully asked.

  “Yes. Is that what you want?” He asked.

  “Yes,” I replied softly.

  I meant it. I did want more. I wanted to see what could be between us. The idea of a future sounded fantastic. Caine seemed so sure, so confident. I had faith that Caine had the strength to lead us to happiness together.

  Caine released my hand and stood up. “We have some things to discuss. But right now I would like you to get dressed so we can go out to eat and spend the day together. Sara is going to be by to get the rest of her stuff soon, and I would rather we’re out when she arrives.”

  Caine pulled me into his arms and hugged me. He held on tight and kissed my head. I nuzzled my face into his chest enjoying the warmth of his embrace. I took in his scent and almost moaned in pleasure. It felt so right being held this way. He slowly pulled away and lifted my chin softly to look into his eyes. His face turned stern and serious.

  “Neely, I don’t ever want you to put yourself in danger by being that out of control. I can’t express how important you are to me, and how horrible it made me feel to see you get sick.” He paused and took a deep breath. “The only good thing that came out of last night is it made me realize I want more from you than just friendship. Seeing that guy with his arms around you made me want to rip them right off, I was more jealous than I had ever been before. I wanted you to be mine, I want you to be mine, forever.”

  I could feel the tears burn the back of my eyes. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod in agreement. Caine slowly leaned down and kissed me softly. He ran his fingers through my hair and down my spine. He kissed me with love and tenderness. He pulled his lips away and leaned back to look into my eyes.

  “Neely, I love you.”

  I smiled. “I love you, too.”

  Caine hugged me tighter and held my head against his chest as he kissed the top of my head. I could hear his heartbeat and feel his chest rise with each breath. He had held me before many times. But this time was different. This time he was holding me, like a man held his woman. He was holding on to me, never to let me go.

  “This is meant to be. We are meant to be together. I have been denying my feelings for too long. You are what I want Neely. You are what I’ve been looking for,” Caine said lovingly.

  My heart was melting. I was in awe of this man. He made me feel so alive and so in love. He made me hopeful and excited for what the future held. I couldn’t imagine feeling anything but passion for this man. I couldn’t possibly be anything else other than hopelessly in love. How had we been anything else?

  “Kiss me again… boyfriend,” I flirted with a renewed sense of excitement.

  “My pleasure… girlfriend,” Caine murmured as he pressed his lips to mine. He moved his tongue past my lips and explored with the most sensual touch. Tingles shot through my body as I began to melt against his. His kiss was amazing. He was amazing.

  Chapter Nine

  We spent the day having a nice lunch and shopping for items Caine knew he would need after Sara had all her belongings out of the house. We talked about our future goals, our hopes, and dreams. We discussed what we wished for in a relationship, if we wanted children, and we talked about marriage. I thought I knew everything about Caine as a friend, but realized I still had a lot to learn about Caine as a boyfriend. I felt butterflies in my stomach and felt giddy throughout the entire day. Caine held my hand or put his arm around me as we browsed the shops. He would occasionally lean in and give me small kisses. It felt as if we had been dating for a lifetime. Everything felt so natural, so real. There were no awkward moments, or uncertainty on how to act. I had never felt so happy or felt so content. I didn’t want the day to end. As the sun began to go down, we came crashing through the door with shopping bags under our arms.

  Caine dropped his bags and grabbed the ones I had in my hands. “I was thinking of starting a fire, and having you and I relax in front of it with a nice bottle of wine. How does that sound?”

  I nodded. “That sounds great!”

  Caine got a fire started and opened a bottle of red wine. He poured us both a glass and raised it for a toast. “To a new chapter. You, and I, in love.”

  I raised my glass to his and took a sip. I loved how comfortable I was feeling. I snuggled closer to him on the couch enjoying the warmth from the fire and the heat coming from his body. Caine put his arms tightly around me and held me close. We sat there in silence, staring at the fire for a long time until I felt I had to say something.

  “Caine?”

  “Yes?”

  I took a deep breath. “Do you think we’re making a wise choice? I mean, I don’t want to risk our friendship if this doesn’t work out.”

  Caine pulled away far enough so we could look into each other’s eyes. “I know. I’ve been thinking about that too. All I know is I truly love you, and I no longer see you as just a friend. I want more.” He paused to take a sip of his wine. “I see a future for us. I want a future for us.”

  I felt my heart flutter and could barely get the words to form, “I want that too.”

  Caine smiled. “Remember when I told you I have traditional and not so traditional thoughts on love?” He paused and watched me nod. “I need to know if you can accept my beliefs. Is this a type of relationship you can embrace?”

  I took a large sip of my wine to clear the lump that was forming in my throat. I knew this topic was bound to come up. I wanted to give Caine whatever he wanted. I wanted to be the woman he desired. But I was completely naïve when it came to this. I had never heard of this lifestyle before. All I knew was that I trusted Caine. I wanted a relationship with him that would last a lifetime. But I was embarrassed with my lack of knowledge and comfort with the idea.

  “Yes… I mean… I don’t really know what that means. Do I have to cook and clean and serve you? Do I have to call you sir? I just don’t really…”

  Caine put down his and my wine and reached for my hands. “No, you don’t have to do any of that. We are, and always will be equals. We are a team to make decisions togeth
er. I will never treat you lesser, or treat you with anything but with respect and love. I will always cherish you and take care of you.” He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “But at the end of the day, I am the Head of the Household. The ultimate responsibility is placed on my shoulders, and I would expect you to honor and obey what I say. I would expect you to trust me and to trust what I ask of you.”

  That definitely seemed simple enough to me. I already saw Caine as the leader. It was something I always found very attractive. And truth be told, I loved the feeling of being taken care of by him. Plus, I found out years ago, that fighting with Caine was useless. So it seemed to me the only part of this lifestyle I didn’t understand was the discipline part.

  “So you said you want Domestic Discipline. Does that mean you’re going to spank me?” I asked. I could feel my face turning red. I couldn’t believe I was being so blunt, but I loved Caine and really wanted this to work, so I needed to be open and up front. No walls.

  Caine reached for our wine glasses and handed mine back as he took another sip. “Yes.” He paused to see how I would react to the answer. When I simply took a drink of my wine, he continued. “I will, if I feel it’s needed, and I would expect you to let me.”

  I slowly nodded. “When would you feel it would be needed?” I wasn’t sure what would make him want to spank me, and I definitely wanted to know.

  Caine grew serious. “Last night would have earned you one.” He paused a moment and softened his voice. “If you put yourself in danger; or if you do something I disapprove of. I will also spank you if I feel you need to be reminded of who is the Head of the Household. I want you to be the wonderful, perfect woman that you are, and a spanking may occur to guarantee you don’t become anything but.”

  “I’ve never been spanked before. Will it hurt?”

  Hearing the words, quickly made me wish I hadn’t asked. I wanted to die of embarrassment. Of course it would hurt. How could it not? What would Caine think of me? I didn’t want to seem like some adolescent virgin. But the truth of the matter was that I had only had vanilla sex up till now.

  Caine smiled reassuringly. “Yes, but it doesn’t last long. And hopefully it’s replaced with a feeling of being loved and cared for. I would never really hurt you or cause permanent damage. It would never be abuse of any sort. And it would hopefully end with you and me making love, feeling closer than ever.”

  I was starting to feel warm. I wasn’t sure if it was the fire, the wine or the conversation. My heart rate was speeding up and I was finding that I was extremely aroused. I wanted to tear off all of his clothes and have the most passionate sex of my life.

  I looked down at my hands and then into his eyes. “I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do.”

  I did it again! He must think I’m a weak and stupid girl. I took another drink of my wine to try to hide my mortification.

  Caine chuckled, “All you have to do is be you. I love how you are. You already treat me with respect. You already are perfect. As for the spanking, you don’t need to know how. I do.” He winked at me and smiled. “You are everything I could want in a woman, and I don’t want you to change.”

  “Caine, I’m not perfect. Have you forgotten I’ve been divorced? Obviously, I’m not good at this whole relationship thing. And I’ve seen the girls you date. They are all gorgeous with big boobs,” I said with sadness in my heart.

  Caine frowned. “First of all, you are beautiful! You are curvy in the right places, and you have real boobs, not plastic. I love that about you. Second, just because you had a failed marriage doesn’t mean you can’t be in a healthy relationship.”

  “But Caine, if you saw how horrible I treated him, and how harsh I got,” I cut in.

  Caine put one finger in front of my mouth. “Shh… that is the exact reason why I’m a believer in Domestic Discipline. I would never allow you to treat me poorly or be mean. It would land you over my knee in an instant.” Caine softly smiled. “You are everything I’ve been searching for. I don’t know why we’ve waited this long to admit our true feelings. Neely, I love you for who you are, for how you make me feel. You know me better than anyone, and you love me for who I am. Stop over thinking this. It will come naturally, I promise.” Caine paused to put both wine glasses back on the table. “Now come over here and kiss me.”

  I smiled and leaned in to kiss him. I loved this man. There was no doubt in my mind. I loved how wonderful I felt discussing the framework of our new relationship. He understood me better than anyone. He accepted me and loved me.

  The heat began to build in my body as our tongues touched. I could hear the crackle of the fire in the background as a soft moan escaped my lips. Caine pulled me closer and slowly began to place gentle kisses down my neck, as his hands slowly moved over my breasts. He lowered his hands down my side and slowly began to remove my shirt. I began to remove Caine’s shirt as well. My hands were shaking. I was nervous. It felt like my first time with the uncertainty of what to do. This was Caine, my friend, and very soon, my lover.

  Caine continued on, removing my bra while placing kisses on my shoulders and on my neck. The feel of his warm breath gave me chills. He leaned me back so I was lying on the couch and slowly lowered his body on top of mine; pressing his chest to my newly bared breasts. He paused and looked into my eyes never saying a word, but silently asking if I was all right with what we were doing. My heart was pounding right out of my chest, but I knew I wanted him to continue. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back pulling him even closer.

  Caine pressed his lips hard against mine. His kiss was deep and full of passion. His tongue moved around mine with a wave of animalistic heat. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. I wanted to get closer. I wanted to see and feel all of him. As if Caine was reading my mind, he swooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

  Caine carried me to the bed and laid me back softly on the pillow. He kissed me gently and took a deep breath before speaking.

  “Is this what you want? Because Neely, once we take this step, there is no turning back for us. You will be mine, completely.”

  I could barely speak. “Yes Caine. I want you. I do.”

  Caine cupped my breast and slowly lowered his mouth to my nipple. He sucked hard and began to nibble his way back to my neck, and when he reached the soft and sensitive skin below my ear, he sank his teeth in. I moaned in pleasure, feeling the heat radiate from between my legs.

  “Oh Caine!” I gasped.

  “God Neely, this feels so right,” Caine growled.

  Caine began a trail of kisses down my belly until he reached the edge of my pants. He fumbled with the zipper, and within seconds, he was impatiently shoving them, along with my panties, down my hips. He stood up and removed my jeans the rest of the way, completely baring me. His eyes blazed with passion as he gazed down at my naked body. Caine hurriedly unfastened his pants and removed the last of his clothing.

  My eyes were drawn to Caine’s cock as he stood before me. He was big and hard and absolutely stunning. I licked my lips imagining his cock pumping in and out of my mouth. He moved closer to the bed as I positioned my body to take him in my mouth. He grasped the back of my head and guided his cock past my lips. Caine groaned when I flicked my tongue against the tip of his penis. I slid my mouth up and down his length, taking more of him each time. I circled my tongue around the tip, licking up the pre come. Slow and easy I took him deeper.

  With a groan, Caine thrust his cock to the back of my throat. “Yes Neely, like that. Take all of me.”

  I used my hand to stroke the length of his shaft, as my mouth worked the head. I increased the suction pulling him deeper. He began to thrust against my mouth, driving himself deeper with each pumping motion of his hips. I could feel his body tense with each touch of my tongue, anticipating his fluid, but suddenly Caine pulled my head back to look deep in my eyes.

  “Jesus, you feel good.” He pushed me back onto the bed. “You know how to driv
e me crazy.”

  Caine paused and his gaze fell to my exposed pussy. “I love how your pussy is bare, so smooth. I want you to always keep it this way,” Caine lovingly commanded.

  He gradually slipped his fingers into the soft folds of my pussy, then to my clit. He began to move one finger in a circular motion. I moaned and lifted, arching toward him in a silent plea for more. He lowered his head, burying it between my thighs. I screamed out his name when his mouth suddenly covered my clit. He leisurely drew it into his mouth and moved his tongue in long sensual strokes. I tightened and twisted my body, fighting the wave of sensations which were taking over.

  “Relax, Neely. Don’t fight it. It’s just you and me, forever.”

  I felt the growing pleasure build in my body. He spread my pussy lips further and plunged his tongue deep inside, moving it in and out in a rhythmic pattern. I was hot and wet and ready to burst. His fingers played around my moist entrance before moving between the cheeks of my ass. I tensed, as his finger applied pressure to my tight, puckered rosebud.

  “Has anyone ever taken you here before?” Caine asked with a deep seductive voice.

  I shook my head and could barely whisper, “No.”

  Caine growled as he pressed his index finger past the tight ring. I bucked against him. The width of his finger invading my ass sent a sensation of pleasure and pain which had me on the verge of climax. He sank his finger in deeper while using his other hand to rub my clit.

  “I will Neely. Not tonight, but soon. I want to get you use to the feeling, and get you ready to accept me. I will have all of you,” Caine said before gently pumping his finger in and out of my tight entrance.

  Unexpectedly, Caine pulled away, and I felt my legs be spread further apart. Caine devoured my mouth in a breathless kiss, as he pressed his bulging cock against my dripping wet pussy. Caine placed a hand on each side of my face, looking deep into my eyes. Never looking away, he slowly eased his hard cock into my welcoming pussy. He thrust in and out never taking his eyes away from mine. He was so deep; rocking forward deeper than I thought possible.