Free Open Your Legs for my Family by Aphrodite Hunt Page B

you.”
    My mind is exploding with the possibilities.
Max Devlin wants me to be a submissive again. Is this how it’s
going to be in our relationship? Just when I thought we were doing
so well. I have so many questions, and yet my tongue is frozen to
the roof of my mouth.
    If he wants it – really, really wants it so
badly –
    Me as a submissive. Again.
    Oh God.
    Do I want Max Devlin that badly? Do I want
him to keep on being my boyfriend?
    The answer is as clear as daylight.
    Yes.
    I think I may even be falling for him. He
mustn’t know that. Not ever, ever, ever.
    Oh my God.
    “I’ll tell you later, Max.” My voice is
hoarse. I think I already know what my answer will be, but I still
need to sleep over it. Toss and turn and fret myself silly.
    “OK.” He seems to be satisfied with
this.
    We drive on for a few miles more before he
remarks, “You can say ‘no’ anytime, you know.”
    “’No’?”
    “During the submissive play. Even during
your Initiation, you always had that option.”
    And lose out on Phi Kappa Omega? Yeah,
sure.
    “Sometimes, it didn’t seem as if I was given
a choice,” I say slowly.
    “Well, you always had a choice.”
    If you say so.
    “There’s a safe word you can use if you
don’t think you can take it anymore.” He glances at me, his bright
blue eyes full and alluring.
    A safe word. Now he tells me.
    “What is it?”
    “You can choose your own.”
    My mind goes blank all of a sudden.
    “What did you have in mind?” I say.
    He grins. “‘Yellow’.”
    “Huh?”
    “The word is ‘yellow’.”
    This strikes me as funny for a reason.
    “Why ‘yellow’?”
    “It’s not normally a word that people would
say unless you have a reason. It’s not like ‘No’, or ‘Please
stop’.”
    Yes, I get the drift.
    “Unless you don’t like ‘yellow’,” he
hurriedly says. “You can choose any other word you like.”
    “No, I’m fine with ‘yellow’.”
    It’s clear to me that I’m on the verge of
agreeing. This bothers me for a reason. Am I really such a doormat?
Am I so afraid to lose Max Devlin if I don’t say ‘yes’?
    Inwardly, I groan.
    It rankles me how much I need Max Devlin.
The thought of losing this blond Adonis for any reason at all is
almost unbearable.
    “Well, let’s meet my family,” he says.
    “OK.”
    I’m nervous as hell, but I try to maintain a
straight face for Max Devlin.
    The man I’m head over heels in love
with.

2
     
    Why am I madly in love with Max Devlin?
    Good question.
    He’s amazingly, incredibly handsome, no
doubt. I can stare at him for hours – those perfectly shaped lips,
as full and lush as a woman’s. That patrician nose. That wonderful
profile, as ethereal as a Michelangelo’s bust.
    I won’t even get started on his body.
    But . . .
    He has abused me, shared me with his friends
(and gardeners) – all in the name of the Initiation. I was his
slave.
    Now I am his equal.
    In these past two weeks, he has made me feel
like I’m the only woman in the world. No one else seems to exist
for him. No one else matters. How can any woman not fall wantonly,
violently in love with such a gorgeous man who puts her in the
center of his universe? Especially since the past is a manufactured
situation – a situation I wholly agreed and submitted to?
    Now I’m submitting myself to another such
situation. The Porsche winds through a private road flanked by
cedars. We pull up to a pair of humungous wrought iron gates,
gilded in gold. A pair of stone angels bedecks the pillars. A
security guard sits in a booth beside the right pillar. As the
gates open noiselessly, he waves us in.
    “No strip search?” I raise a quizzical
eyebrow.
    Max grins. “Not for the homestead.”
    The driveway seems to go on forever, and I
feel like I’m visiting the richest family this side of the Eastern
seaboard. Through the crowded trees, I glimpse something shimmering
and shining in the distance. I gasp.
    “Oh my God, we’re near the