The nervous excitement raced through Zansi. The first touch with the vibrator woke up the aching need she had struggled with over the weekend with Flynn. She desperately needed his touch and more importantly, his cock.

Flynn continued the soft graze with the vibrator, but he also flicked his tongue around her nipple and clamp, making sensation zing through her.

He took the vibrator away and she wanted to weep, until she felt his hot mouth take its place.

Zansi moaned Flynn’s name. He kissed her and gently sucked on her clit until she felt like she was going to go out of her mind. She needed more.

“Master Flynn, please, I need more …”

Almost instantly, Flynn inserted two fingers inside her and began to really suck on her clit. He did this hook motion with his fingers that made her see stars every time he pumped his fingers into her.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come. Please don’t …”

He didn’t, if anything he added some pressure and she detonated into a million pieces.

Her breathing was ragged as her pulse began to slow.

Flynn kissed her.

“I love to watch you go over the edge, Z. I think I’m already addicted to it.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

Flynn chuckled and then she felt a soft leather crop start caressing her thighs and then proceeded all over her body. He flicked the nipple clamps, making her jolt. He continued to softly scrape over her body, but he never went near her pussy.

She was wet with wanting. When she didn’t think she could stand the neglect any longer, she felt a sharp slap against her sensitive pussy.

She cried out and with just that one slap, she was close to coming. The pleasure was almost too intense.

He began to caress her body again and she whimpered.

“Would you like some more, Z? Did your pussy like that?” Flynn growled against her ear.

She was panting now. “Yes, yes, I want more, Master Flynn.”

A sharp slap against her clit made her moan.

“More?”

“Yes!”

He slapped her twice more. He must have known she was right on the edge because she heard the leather crop hit the floor and he was unfastening her cuffs.

She thought he was going to move her to the bed, but instead he turned her around and cuffed her wrists. He left her feet free and gripped her hips.

He leaned over her. “I want you to come on my cock, Z. I want to feel you grip me like a fucking vice.”

Zansi heard the condom package rip and moments later, he was lining himself up to her entrance.

In one hard thrust, Flynn was buried inside her. They both moaned loudly.

“Jesus Christ, Z, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned.

Zansi let her head fall forward and concentrated on pushing back against him with every thrust. He filled her so completely.

His grip was so tight on her hips, she was sure she would have marks. But she didn’t care, she welcomed proof that she made him lose control.

“Flynn … “

She heard the vibrator turn on and she saw stars when he pressed it against her clit while he drove into her.

Zansi screamed Flynn’s name and came long and hard. Seconds later, Flynn roared and thrust into her hard one last time.

Almost immediately after he came, he had the cuffs off her and was carrying her to the couch. He wrapped a soft blanket around her, and she snuggled against his chest.

This was almost as good as the sex. She could feel his heart still beating fast.

He stroked and kissed her hair.

“It wasn’t too much meeting the Masters and Mistresses today, was it?” he asked softly.

Zansi smiled against his chest.

“No, it was lovely. I know I said I was incredibly shy, and I am, but when I’m with you, I feel safe. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Flynn cupped her face and turned her head to look at him.

“You are safe with me, Zansi. I will never let anyone hurt you. Ever.”

Zansi nodded and felt the glaze of tears moisten her eyes. Her heart broke a little at the unspoken knowledge that it was Flynn that was eventually going to hurt her when he and Alice made a life without her.

***

Zansi’s two-week deadline to tell her mother had arrived. It had been a lovely two weeks. Zansi and Flynn had gotten in a routine with Alice and Vera.

Flynn took care of Alice until three in the afternoon when Vera would arrive. Zansi would get out of work and if she didn’t stop at Club Bliss, (which she had three times each week), she would sit with Alice. Vera stayed until ten each night just in case Zansi had to go to the hospital.

Zansi had nights with Alice and would feed her before she went to work. Flynn always met her in the kitchen before she went to work. If Alice was sleeping, he would go back to bed with the monitor.

Flynn never kissed her when they were home but a few times he hugged her tightly. Apart from sleeping together, they were becoming a real family. Real at least in Zansi’s mind.

She hadn’t heard from her brother which hurt her deeply.

The ringing echoed in her ears.

“Hello, Zansi, how are you my dear,” her mother answered.

“Mummy, it’s good to hear your voice,” Zansi said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Zansi looked around the spare bedroom before flopping on the bed. It had been a long day at work.

Hearing her mother’s voice was too much, the dam broke, and she began to cry.

“Zansi, what is the matter? Tell me right now,” her mother demanded softly.

“Oh, mummy, I have something to tell you. Avi is angry at me and won’t speak to me.”

Zansi heard her mother’s little acknowledging grunt that she did when she wasn’t pleased with something and would have more to say.

“I’m married. It all happened rather quickly. His name is Flynn Steele, he’s a wonderful man. He runs a successful business in downtown Seattle. His only sister died about three months ago leaving his one-month-old niece an orphan. Baby Alice is so precious,” she blurted out without taking a breath.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

“Do you love him, Zansi?” her mother asked gently.

Tears fell from her eyes. “Yes, very much,” she whispered.

“And he’s a good man?”

Zansi sniffed. “Yes, apart from papa and Avi, he’s the best man I’ve ever met.”

Her mother laughed. “I can tell you are happy, Zansi. I hear it in your voice. You don’t know how happy that makes me. I felt so guilty leaving you and your brother, but you didn’t need me. You have your lives to live and I have my friends here in London. But now it seems that I have a baby girl I can visit.”

“Oh, mummy, you will fall in love with Alice.”

Her mother laughed again. “I already have. Send me lots of pictures. Now tell me why your brother is angry.”

Zansi paused. “Avi doesn’t like the business Flynn runs,” was all she said.

“Is the business legal?” her mother asked.

“Yes.”

“Is it hurting anyone?”

“No,” Zansi replied.

There was a moment of silence.

“Do you want me to explain what Flynn’s business is?” she whispered.

“No, I do not. Zansi, you are a grown woman. I am very proud of who you have become. If you love your husband, and he treats you well and takes care of you, it’s nobody’s business how he takes care of his family. You have assured me that it’s legal and doesn’t cause any harm. That’s all I need to know. I will talk to your brother.”

It felt like a lead weight had been removed from Zani’s shoulders. She sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Thank you, mummy. You don’t know how much it means to have your blessing.”

Zansi’s mother chuckled. “Well, I haven’t exactly given my blessing. I will have to meet this amazing man that managed to catch my daughter’s heart before a blessing his bestowed. But for now, I'm very happy that you found someone that makes you happy. Now go take some pictures of that baby and send them to me!”

Zansi laughed and did exactly as she was told. Because you should always listen to your mother, especially an Indian mother.

***

Flynn stood outside Zansi’s bedroom door with his hands braced against the door frame. He wanted to go in and beg her to let him touch her. It was pure agony knowing she was so close, yet so far away.

He’d kicked himself so many times for suggesting they lead platonic lives when they were home. He had just been so afraid that she would tell that marrying him was insane and walk away.

He had literally walked into her exam room, and everything changed. For him, the change was intense but in the most amazing way. He had fallen so in love with Zansi. But for Zansi, after the day in the exam room, it was as if he had exploded a bomb in her life. And not once had she complained. Even when her brother turned against her.

Flynn’s blood still boiled about that. But bigger fish to fry and all that, Chris had told him tonight that the social worker, Ms. Boltstead had called and wanted to meet with Flynn’s coworkers, the masters, regarding his character.

Having her meet with his coworkers did not bother him in the slightest. But he had this feeling of dread hovering over him. It was as if Ms. Boltstead was on a witch hunt. And like the witch trials, no matter how high his character and ability to care for his niece were, he was still risking being burned alive.

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