Over the Threshold by Mari Carr Read Free Book Online Page B

were or else.”
    She loved his or else . Her ass clenched,
anticipating exactly how wonderful his punishments could be.
“No.”
    The single word had the desired effect as her
husband sprang into action. He captured her before she’d managed to
take two more steps. With strong hands on her upper arms, he
dragged her back to her previous place, pushing her chest against
the cool wood of the table. She groaned when he placed the first
slap on her bare ass, moving toward the motion rather than away.
She loved his spankings, his dominance, him.
    The lights of the stage faded to black, but
Shea was no longer interested in anything except Travis’ hand on
her ass, his cock in her pussy, his soft demands whispered in her
ear. As he pumped inside her harder, driving her to orgasm, she
forgot about the world and escaped into the sheer bliss of a life
lived with the man she loved.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Becca struggled to catch her breath as the
lights onstage faded to black casting them in shadow. The show
ended with the impact of Parker’s last line still hovering in the
air. Shock kept her silent as the house lights rose slowly, the
soft murmur of the audience growing louder. She could hear the
surprise, the confusion in the conversations as the patrons tried
to figure out what they’d just seen, arguing over how much was
pretend and how much was real.
    Becca held perfectly still as numbness set
in.
    “You aren’t going into shock, are you?”
    Parker’s droll voice—mercifully quiet as the
boom mic had been turned off—pulled her from her thoughts. “I’m
f-fine.”
    His handsome grin told her he knew she was
lying, but he let her off the hook. “What do you say we finish this
conversation somewhere private?”
    Glancing toward the crowd, Becca watched as
the bouncers tried to divert several women intent on coming up
onstage to speak to Parker. She nodded. “Yeah. Looks like your
adoring fans are about to descend.”
    Parker chuckled. “Take another peek. I don’t
think I’m the only one dodging admirers tonight.”
    It was then Becca noticed there were more
than a few men scattered amongst the women and they were definitely
looking at her. “Wow. That’s disturbing.”
    Parker left the bed, laughing as he offered
her a hand to help her up. “You might want to get used to that. I
suspect Emma will move heaven and earth to get you back on this
stage. That is, if a talent scout doesn’t scoop you up first.”
    She scoffed at his
assertion, then started to correct him, to remind him that she’d
lived her entire life with cameras flashing in her face as she
walked down the street with her famous father. But she realized
this wasn’t exactly the same thing. The tabloids were never really
interested in her ,
just the company she kept. “I have no plans to switch careers. I’m
perfectly happy as a bartender.”
    Parker took her hand, leading her to the
dressing room as fans yelled out questions, tried to capture their
attention. She walked gingerly, trying not to give away the fact
Parker’s toys were still filling her. While the vibrator was off,
she was uber-sensitive from her recent orgasm. Every step worked
against her, reigniting an arousal she suspected wouldn’t be
completely assuaged until Parker was buried deep inside her.
    They made it to the dressing room, but the
cheering, the demands for an encore grew louder. Parker grabbed a
jacket from the rack of costumes and slid it over Becca’s lingerie.
“Grab your clothes. You can put them on in the limo. I’m not sure
Emma’s bouncers are going to be able to hold back the throng for
very much longer. We need to get out of here.”
    Parker helped her gather her things, plucking
a Scoundrels souvenir t-shirt from a pile in the corner and donning
it as they strode toward the rear door. A giant man Becca assumed
was Parker’s driver-slash-bodyguard greeted them at the exit to the
parking lot, hustling them to a long, sleek limousine as a large
crowd started