They closed the garage door and locked the house. Then, while they drove over to the storage unit, despite knowing what it might mean for her own future, she told the story of Loren and the butt plug, leaving Seth roaring with laughter by the time they pulled into the storage facility.
“That rat bastard,” he said. “Ross and Gilo never told me about that butt plug.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Would you like me to inquire about it, Sir?”
“Uh, duh.” He grinned.
She rolled her eyes but made a note on her phone. A Bluetooth butt plug wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever endured.
Anything below the worst thing—losing Kaden—was easily endurable.
Even a Bluetooth butt plug.
* * * *
By six o’clock they’d made their final run and had emptied the truck. It took them seven trips to empty the Christmas stuff from the storage unit, and the garage and now the living room were full of storage tubs and other accoutrements. They’d had to rearrange the garage a couple of times to make room for everything.
“You’d think I’d remember this every year,” Seth said. “Seems like every year I forget how much shit we’ve got and I create more work for myself.”
Yes, he did, and no, she didn’t remind him. It was busy work and a way to help him burn through some energy in a healthy way.
“Showers and dinner, Sir?”
He nodded and hit the button to close the garage door. “Yeah, I’m too worn out to start testing things tonight.”
Thank god, she thought, although she didn’t say that.
They stepped into the shower together and she was glad when he pulled her close and kissed her. The kind of kiss that told her he was doing okay and not just putting on a brave face for her.
She draped her arms around his neck and wiggled her body against him. “How tired are you, Sir?”
He smiled down at her. “Is that a hint, baby?”
She grinned. “Maaaaybe.”
His hands had settled on her ass. He lifted his right hand and brought it down, hard, on her left ass cheek, making her suck in a sharp breath as the sweet pain swelled and swirled within her and started spiraling straight to her clit.
“Maybe?” he asked, smirking. He smacked her right ass cheek, and now she knew if he reached between her legs, he’d find her pussy wet and ready for his cock.
She wiggled against him, happy to feel his cock had hardened. “Definitely, Sir.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” His lips closed over hers, sweetly slanting and his tongue immediately demanding entrance, which she happily granted.
They’d never had trouble in this department once he’d gotten over his initial reluctance to take them up on their offer to join them.
Even before he’d joined them, she knew she and Seth would be good together like this. He had such a sweet and loving nature, it made her regret even more their timing had always been off and they hadn’t managed to make him part of their life in this way far sooner than they had.
Seth dipped his legs and easily slid his cock home inside her pussy, making both of them moan. She raked her fingers through his wet hair, pressing the length of her body against him. No, what they had wasn’t always whips and ropes and pain. Most of what they had now was this—just them, just love, just sweet, sexy times they shared with pure abandon because they knew how short life could be.
Too damn short to waste a minute of it, because it could slip through your fingers far before you were ready to lose it.
* * * *
Seth lost himself in Leah’s sweet kiss. There was a subtle magic there, the way everything else dissolved when she was in his arms, leaving his focus solely on her and her love.
Wound, meet bandage.
No matter what, no matter how his heart bled or he’d let too many dark thoughts and sad memories into his soul, she was the salve that eased his ache and reminded him of everything blessed and pure he had to live for.
What he had with her, even without the kinky stuff factored in, was a thousand times better than anything he’d had with his three ex-wives combined.
The slick, wet heat of her pussy cradled his cock as he slowly fucked her. He didn’t want to rush this, wanted to savor her, wanted to take his time and let the world take a number until he was ready to be part of it again. This year was setting up to be easier than last year, which was something he rationally knew would happen. He could breathe, he could grieve, but he could also smile and laugh now, something he had a difficulty with before when thinking about Kaden and the past and the future without him.
He could let go and let it pass through him and process it now instead of damming it up and not letting his agony out except in carefully controlled trickles.
And he no longer worried about losing Leah to her own darkness if he showed any weakness in his grief. She was stronger than him now in some ways, and only an idiot wouldn’t admit that.
As he made love to her, he let go of everything that wasn’t her and his love for her and the pleasure they gave each other. One of these days, he was going to install a larger damn water heater, so they could spend hours in the shower making love. Although they did have a hot tub, but sometimes shower sex was better. A baptism, a font to wash away the tears and wash in the love and healing.
She continuously healed him, those gorgeous green eyes of hers staring up at him as he slowly thrust. No rush tonight, nowhere to be, no hurry.
Sometimes he could get her over like this, and sometimes he needed to give her an assist.
Time didn’t matter, though. He changed angles a little and felt her gasp and shiver and knew he’d found the sweet spot. Over and over he thrust like that, loving her needy little noises and the single-minded focus she had on him and their love.
Nothing in her mind right now but this and them.
When her climax hit he felt it build before it swelled and burst, her pussy grabbing and squeezing his cock as she let out a cry he knew at a cellular level. He squeezed her ass cheeks and held on as he picked up the pace. He wouldn’t finish with her, but that was okay, because he didn’t have to.
Fingernails dug into the back of his neck as she held on, shivering in his arms while the last echoes of her orgasm pinged through her body and spurred him on. He thrust hard and deep, his balls slapping against her thighs as he fucked her, until he, too, hit the edge and tipped.
“Yeah!” he gasped as his balls emptied, his cum flowing into her, marking her, branding her his.
Only his now, even though both their hearts were always one foot in the grave with Kaden.
When he finished he leaned against the wall and held her cradled in his arms. “That was so good, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling the top of her head.
Her long brown hair lay plastered to her skull as a smile played across her lips. “It’s always good with you.”
He smiled and kissed her. “I think dinner and TV cuddles tonight.”
Her smile warmed his heart and shone light into the darkest corners. “You read my mind, Sir.”
Chapter Eight
Shayla quietly let herself into the house when she returned home, unsure if Tony was awake or not. He’d gotten called into work late last night for an emergency in the data center and hadn’t yet been home when she’d left for breakfast. But his SUV was now parked in the driveway.
As quietly as she could, she stripped in the entry and put on her cuffs and collar. There was a whole list of housework she’d wanted to get done today, but none of it could happen until he was awake. She didn’t want to disturb his sleep.
That was the blessing and the curse of his job. He was paid damn good, but it sometimes meant sucky hours.
At least he didn’t have to go out to Colorado.
He’d had to spend a couple of months out there earlier in the year, including missing their wedding anniversary.
Although, to be fair, he’d tried to make their wedding anniversary by flying home that
weekend as a surprise, and she’d borked the plan by flying out to Colorado as a surprise—
Which turned out to be more of a surprise than either of them had planned for it to be.
As quietly as she could, she walked down to their bedroom, where the door stood open. Tony lay in bed, on his side and facing away from the door, with their two cats curled up on the end of the bed.
Aww.
She hurried back down the hall to get her phone so she could snap a picture of them together. She loved candid little moments like this.
Except she forgot her phone wasn’t in silent mode, and she mentally swore when it made the photo-shutter noise when she snapped the picture.
He sighed. “I’m not asleep yet, pet. You don’t have to sneak around.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“No apologies needed. Go take the plug out and come join me.” She set her phone to silent, hit the bathroom real fast, and joined him in bed minutes later.
He rolled over to face her and spoon his body against hers. “It’s all right, pet. I only got home a few minutes before you did.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was going to, but the sneaking was adorable. I thought about getting up and sneaking out to scare you.”
She tipped her head back and caught the smile in his green eyes. “Saaaadist.”
“Duuuuuh.” He kissed her and closed his eyes. “Want to snuggle with me?”
“I was going to do housework today.”
“Leave it. We’re going to the club tonight to play. I’ll help you do it later when I’m awake, or help you finish it tomorrow.”
“Well, when you put it like that, Sir, who am I to refuse an order from my Master?”
He chuckled. “Such a smart pet you are.”
“How bad was it?” she asked.
He sighed. “Run a data center, they said. It’ll pay well, they said. I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t maybe think about looking around or talking to a headhunter.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know. I’m tired and frustrated. They’ve been treating me a lot better since Colorado, though. I think they realize how fucked they would’ve been had I quit on them and just walked off.”
They snuggled and Shayla closed her eyes, hoping to doze off.
But twenty minutes later, she was still wide awake and could tell he was, too. Not just from how restless he was, but from how his cock was stiff and rubbing against the seam of her ass.
“Would you like me to suck your cock to help you get to sleep, Master?” she only half-joked.
“Hmm. That would be helpful, pet. What about you?”
“I can wait until later.”
He rolled onto his back and she sat up, pulled down the covers, and bent her head to his cock.
“Mmmm. That’s it, baby. Just like that.” His hands settled on the back of her head, gently fisting her hair, and she knew she could quickly get him over like this. It wasn’t a chore for her, either. She loved doing this to him, loved everything about it. From the way he tasted, to the sexy moans he made.
Taking her time, she explored every inch of his cock with her mouth and lips, tracing the veins with her tongue and teasing the slit. She flicked the underside of the head, light suction that made him slowly thrust his hips and urge her back down onto him, deeper, insistent and growing needier by the minute.
This was what really turned her crank about it, that this man who was usually the epitome of control would normally only abandon that strict control for and with her.
That he was able to trust her the way she trusted him.
How could she be his slave and “put up with” the sadistic side of him? Because she loved it, and him. She needed his sadist every bit as much as he needed to be free to let him loose.
There was nothing better than knowing her man was as deep into her as she was with him. That there was no one in his heart but her.
That she could trust him.
Hell, she couldn’t have trusted her ex away from home for so damn long. With Tony, there wasn’t an ounce of doubt about where he was or what he was doing, because she knew.
Whatever he said he was doing, and wherever he said he was doing it, that’s exactly what and where he was.
Salty pre-cum rolled over her tongue and told her he was close, sooo close. When she felt his cock grow even harder against her tongue, heat rolling into it, she went deep and cupped his balls in her hand, and he was there.
He let out a long, deep groan as his cum burst into her mouth and down her throat, his fingers clamping down on her scalp for a moment as she swallowed and swallowed, until he relaxed under her and his fingers stroked her hair. Then he flinched and patted her head.
“Too much, pet. That’s good.”
She gently released him from her mouth and crawled up his body to kiss him. “Better, Master?”
He wore a sleepy, sated smile. “Much better, pet. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Sir.”
He sighed, and while weary, he also sounded happy. “Snuggle with me until I go to sleep, please.”
She did, and this time he was asleep in just a couple of minutes.
Waiting until she was certain he wouldn’t wake up, she eased out of bed and scooped the cats off the bed, carrying them out with her and closing the door.
They both stared up at her, maowing in protest as they followed her to the kitchen. There, she got them treaties, which mollified them, for the moment.
“Brats,” she whispered. “Don’t wake up Daddy.” She turned the TV on in the living room, keeping the volume down, and curled up there with her phone to check e-mail and relax.
Guess I won’t be doing chores this morning.
Then again, that wasn’t exactly a bad problem to have, she supposed.
Chapter Nine
Eliza was actually the first one to the club ninety minutes before they were slated to open. It would give her time to make sure everything was ready. Before she left the house she woke Rusty for long enough to get some food in him, helped him to the bathroom, and then back to the couch again, where he promptly fell asleep to Doctor Who playing on the TV. She walked the dogs one more time, which would hopefully hold them until her return.
Hell, with a full tummy, an empty bladder, and the effects of painkillers, Rusty might very well sleep until she returned.
She was counting the cash drawer in the office when she heard a key in the lock and looked up to see Marcia and Derrick walk through the door. “Why are you guys here?”
“June and Scrye are out tonight. Their daughters were in a car accident up in Tampa.”
“Oh, my god! Are they okay?”
“Yeah,” Derrick said. “Minor injuries, but they both got taken to the hospital to get checked out. Probably will have whiplash. Stupid kid not paying attention and texting slammed into them from behind. The girls’ car was shoved forward into the car in front of them. Totaled it. They’re taking June’s car up there to them, because they need two cars.”
The door opened again, Cali, Max, and Sean walking in with takeout containers in hand. “Hey, why are you guys here?” Cali asked.
Derrick repeated the story.
“Oh, damn,” Max said. “I’m glad they’re going to be okay.”
“Yeah,” Marcia said. “Could’ve been a lot worse.”
“We’ve got Ted coming in,” Max said. “But I can call them and see if we can get Josh or Mark, too.”
“No, we’ll be okay for tonight,” Marcia said. “Run a BDSM club, they said—”
“It’ll be fun, they said,” everyone else responded before they all burst into laughter.
* * * *
Tony and Shayla showed up a little later, at the same time Ted arrived. With Loren and Ross to round out the night’s volunteer roster, Eliza knew they’d be okay. This group was made up of some of the people Eliza thought of as the “A-Team” of volunteers, old-timers from the Suncoast Society who knew their ki
nk, were incredibly safety conscious, and who didn’t take shit off people. These weren’t the only ones filed in that mental category in Eliza’s brain, but she knew they could handle the evening.
Which turned out to be surprisingly busy. Coming into the holiday season, they usually slowed down a little, but that night they had an unusually high number of attendees, with a lot of first-time newbies who had apparently found their club through a Facebook posting by someone else.
Meaning they were busy having people fill out forms and then giving them the newbie talk.
By eleven, however, the influx had slowed, and from that point on people would start trickling out.
Cali shooed Eliza out the door. “Go take care of your barbarian, and tell him we hope he feels better soon.”
“I’m sure he will. It was just another stupid accident in a long line of stupid accidents he’s had over the years. Such is the bane of the barbarian.”
Eliza headed home and, sure enough, found Rusty snoring on the couch, pretty much exactly where she’d left him. He didn’t even wake up as she did the bully-dog dance to keep from getting slimed to get the alarm switched off when she walked in.
In fact, he didn’t wake up until after she’d already walked the dogs and changed into a long T-shirt and nothing else and headed out to the living room to wake him to move to bed.
“Huh?” He squinted at her. “When’d you change clothes? Aren’t you going to the club?”
She held up his cell phone and showed him the time.
His eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Damn. What the hell did they shoot me up with?”
“Something really good, apparently.” She helped him sit up and steadied him as he got to his feet so he could hobble down to the bedroom.
After a trip to the bathroom, he stretched out in bed on his back. “Well, this sucks.”
“Yeah, you’ll be out of combat for a while. You’ll have to supervise from a camp chair.”
He pointed at his cock which was, surprisingly, semi-stiff. “I meant I’d had hopes of some fun tonight, Ma’am.”
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