Free Sunk by Renea Porter Page A

“Come on in and meet everyone else.”
    Sly takes my hand again, swirls his thumb over mine and winks at me, causing my heart to flutter. He holds a power over me, and I gladly submit to it. We enter the living room where everyone is sitting. Everyone stands when they see a “new” guest is here, and I feel awkward in their presence. The ladies are conservatively dressed, making me feel self-conscious about my own casual attire. By their mannerisms, I can tell they are very sophisticated and I’m way out of my league.
    “Raine, this is my dad, James, my little brother, Asher, my older sister, Carina and her husband, Carter.” I shake everyone’s hand and tell them each it’s nice to meet them. “I’m going to show her around the grounds before lunch,” he mentions.
    “You’re already pulling her away?” his mom asks.
    “You’ll have plenty of time to get to know her over lunch.” He smiles and leads me back outside.
    Continuing to hold my hand, we walk on the edge of the property while he points out various things to me, even the lake that he and his siblings swam in when they were little. Rose and other flowering bushes line the house, and one huge willow tree hangs out back with a handmade swing on one of the branches.
    “I hope this isn’t too overwhelming for you. I wanted to get you out of there before they started grilling you.” He chuckles and it makes me smile.
    “It’s fine. Your family seems really close, and that’s really nice to see,” I tell him.
    “Well, we might as well make our way back, so we can get this over with.” He kisses the side of my head.
    “Have you ever brought a girl home before?”
    “No,” he says.
    This moment is surreal. I’m meeting a guy’s parents already, and I sense things changing between us. Just a slight shift. He hasn’t treated me as a submissive much in the bedroom, and I’m wondering about that conversation we had. Is he having second thoughts? What does this mean for us?
    Back in the house, Sly shows me around, and all the rooms are massive, grand, and elegantly decorated. He shows me his old bedroom; he shuts the door behind us and presses me against it. My body flushes against him, and he kisses me, hard and passionately, making my lips feel bruised. His hands grope my ass, and I whimper against his mouth.
    Jesus, what is this guy doing to me? The desire is burning between my thighs. “I can’t wait to get home later. The things I’m going to do you,” he whispers. I swallow hard. My mouth is suddenly dry. Filled with heat, his eyes burn into mine as he studies my face.
    “We better get back before they come looking for us,” I tell him.
    “Yes, we better.” He smirks. I hastily lift my body from being attached to the door, and we head downstairs hand in hand.
    In the dining room, everyone is gathered around the table. “You have a lovely home,” I tell them as we sit. Anne is seated directly across from me; Mr. Wilkes sits at the head of the table. Sly is to my right, and his brother on my left.
    “Thank you, Raine. I decorated it myself. So tell me how you met Sly.” Her eyes crinkle as her lips turn up into a smile. The food is being passed around—scallops, roasted asparagus with mushrooms, as well as rice pilaf.
    Passing a dish to Sly, I tell Anne how we met. “We met at my sister’s wedding. He was the best man and I was the matron of honor. He’s a real charmer,” I state matter of factly.
    “He’s always been such a charmer. What is it that you do, darling?”
    “I’m a teacher’s assistant, just part-time right now.”
    “Have you ever been married, any children?” She continues to quiz me.
    “Mom,” Sly scolds her, giving her a look. “Why don’t we let Raine eat?”
    I look at her nervously, then cut into a scallop. “It’s okay,” I stammer.
    “Eat,” Sly commands.
    I do as he says. The rest of the table gets into a conversation about their jobs, and the latest news as well as sports. When dessert