(Author's note: Hello readers! This will be the steamy start to a new series I'll be writing. I will also continue to write my Firmament series, which is my favorite. Please let me know what you think of this first chapter.)
The car pulled into the driveway of the large white mansion. Forty-two-year-old Olivia Aldaine stepped out of the car and the heat of the day hit her immediately. She realized she was way too dressed for the Californian weather. Her black pants and light blue long-sleeved shirt were fine on the airplane but outrageous now in the summer heat. She had her dark brown hair in a bun and she could already feel sweat appearing at the back of her neck. "Thank you, Jonathan." She said to the driver as he carried her luggage to the front door.
"Always a pleasure, Mrs. Aldaine." He said smoothly with a slight nod in her direction. "Will you be going out with Justine tonight?" He asked.
"Hm we'll see, she hasn't replied to my text message yet." Olivia wasn't even sure if her daughter was home today, she was home a day ahead of schedule and Justine sometimes stayed at her friend's houses or Carl's house. It would be nice to go out for dinner together if she was though. Olivia had only taken the occasional acting role when she was raising Justine but now that the girl was in university she started accepting more roles again. It would be great to catch up. She unlocked the door and Jonathan helped her take the luggage inside.
"Well, let me know. Two beautiful ladies like you two shouldn't be cooped up inside." He said as he waved goodbye.
"I will." She said. She closed the door behind her. Whew. Home sweet home. She had been on set for the past two months in British Columbia, Canada to film her latest movie. The reception in the mountains hadn't been great and she wasn't able to keep in touch with her daughter as much as she liked. She could hear sounds coming from the kitchen and headed over quickly.
"Justine!" She called. "I'm home!"
But it wasn't Justine in the kitchen. In fact, it was a naked Carl eating ice cream with a spoon straight from the pint. Olivia froze for a moment, shocked.
"Mrs. Aldaine!" He said, dropping the spoon in surprise. She watched it fall and immediately regretted it, because that gave her a nice good look at his circumcised penis.
"Out." She said through gritted teeth as she shut her eyes. The image seemed seared into her memory.
"But-"
"Out!" She snapped at him. He cowered and ducked his head. He grabbed his clothes and ran out of the kitchen. She heard the front door open and shut and she walked back to the foyer, locking the door firmly. Justine would have a lot to answer to today!
"Justine?" She called as she walked up the stairs. "Justine!" She looked into her daughter's room but to her surprise she wasn't there.
"Shit!" She heard a voice upstairs, coming from her own bedroom. Oh...honestly...She stormed up the stairs and pushed open the French doors to her bedroom.
Her twenty-year-old daughter, Justine, was cuffed spread-eagled to her bed, completely naked. "Mom!" She was the spitting image of her at that age, with the same long black hair and green eyes, but with the gentler, rounder features of youth. Right now her eyes were wide with shock. With a forced smile, she spoke. "You're home early."
"Fuck, Justine." Olivia said with a growl. "I know I said you could have friends over, but not boyfriends! And fucking in my bed!" She stomped over and glanced at the side table. "Where's the key?"
"We hadn't started fucking, and I don't know, Carl had it!" Her daughter strained against the cuffs in an effort to cover herself, but ended up just jiggling her boobs in the process. She didn't mean to, but Olivia found herself admiring her daughter's C cup breasts with the light brown nipples. Hers were larger but she couldn't help but notice how firm and perky Justine's were. She shook her head, confused by the thoughts.
"Shit, I just kicked him out." Olivia said in exasperation. "Where's your phone, I'll call him."
"About that..." Justine said sheepishly.
"What?" Somehow, she knew what the response was going to be.
"It...fell into the water when I was wakeboarding at the beach."
"Jesus Christ, Justine. That's the second one this year!" She said down in frustration and pulled her own phone out of her pocket.
"What's his number?" She got ready to dial the number.
"I-I don't know..." Justine said in a quivering voice, looking like she was about to cry.
"How could you not know your own boyfriend's number!" Olivia snapped, throwing her phone onto the bed in frustration.
"No one knows people's numbers anymore!" Justine wailed, visibly upset now.
Olivia took a deep breath. She had been working until just a few hours ago, and then was on a plane for a few hours before she got home. And she had come home to this. It was reasonable to be a little upset, but she willed herself to calm down.
"It's ok." She said finally in an even voice. "Sometimes these cuffs have a release mechanism, let's try that first."
"Okay." Justine said with a sniffle. Olivia moved over to her daughter's side and checked the black leather cuff. Hm. Nope. The chain and lock on the outside of the cuff was made of steel and seemed to be very solidly made.
"It's good to see you back." Justine said as Olivia opened the side table drawers to make sure Carl hadn't left them there. She saw some condoms and a bottle of lube but no key. "How was it?"
"It was good, it was so beautiful up in the mountains, the fresh air, the sunsets..." She went over to Justine's pants and looked in the pockets for the key. No luck. And where did Carl get those cuffs anyways? They seemed very high quality. As she searched, she couldn't help but notice that she was getting wet and feeing a little horny. Olivia loved bondage, especially tying up other women. And Justine looked good, real good. She wondered if Carl liked her shaved or if Justine herself preferred it that way. Personally, Olivia only liked to keep herself neatly trimmed, but that was probably due to difference of age. After thirty she liked keeping a bit of hair, liking that it showed her as an older woman.
"They dyed your hair, right? It was blonde in the sneak preview." Justine asked, watching her.
"No, that was a wig." Olivia said dismissively, brushing the comment away, distracted.
