He jumped up to get it for her, carefully helping her get it on over her head. Then he dried himself off while she watched. She reached out, trailing her fingers down his chest, over his stomach, stopping just short of the dark nest of hair at the base of his cock.
“Do you have a chastity cage?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good. After you help me get settled on the couch, go get it and bring it to me.”
She wanted to giggle as she watched his cute, tight ass as he ran back down the hall once she was laying on the couch with the TV on. She heard him go into the spare bedroom where their desks were and open the closet door. A little bit of rummaging, then he ran back and dropped to his knees in front of the couch.
He held up two different ones.
“Hmm.” She studied her options. “Which one is most comfortable?”
He held up the one in his right hand.
“Good. Put that one on.”
It took him a while to do it, because he was still hard. That made it even more fun to watch. Once the device was firmly in place, he leaned in and kissed her.
“Just remember,” he said, his voice sounding thick and full of desire, “that Sir doesn’t wear one of these things, and Sir just might make his girl wear the equivalent of one.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “Good girl.” Then he kissed the tip of her nose and walked away to get some chores done.
Holy…wow.
She didn’t know if she’d just bitten off more than she could chew, but she damn sure wanted to find out.
Chapter Seventeen
Since the first morning in the shower, they’d had some discussions without getting to the meat of their relationship status issue, with more subbie time for John as he helped her bathe and shave.
Sir had even made a few appearances after gentle coaxing on her part. If John stood in front of her while she sat on the couch, his delicious cock was at the perfect height she could go down on him without it bothering her back at all.
Of course, she swallowed each time. Not that she needed any coaxing to do it, either, but it felt especially good with his hands fisting her hair while he fucked her mouth.
And every night she’d quickly dropped into sleep with John spooned around her, perfectly fitting against her body.
Whatever this was that they had, Abbey was looking forward to her back healing so she could do even more with him.
A week after getting home from the hospital the second time, she already felt worlds better than she had before her surgery despite the pain from the healing incision. They returned home that morning from another doctor check and John got her settled on the sofa to watch TV while he started doing chores.
Naked, of course.
Only four more days with him, before his vacation time ended and he went back to work the next Monday. Based on her complications, her doctor had already warned her he wouldn’t think about releasing her to go back to work until at least six weeks following the second operation.
Now, more than ever, she was grateful to John for letting her move in. Even with her savings, being out of work that long would have been a struggle on her budget had she still been with Tom.
Tonight, she talked him into going to bed early. Even with him running around naked, they’d swung back and forth through the dynamic spectrum all day, between Ma’am and Sir.
She knew it was time for “the talk.”
Before her head and her heart slipped too irretrievably into love with the man.
He stretched out on the bed next to her, holding hands with her. “You look like you’re in a serious mood,” he noted.
“Yeah, sort of.” She took a deep breath. “Can we have that talk now? The big one?”
He smiled. “Cart, you left horse waaay back there.”
“Yeah, I know. Seriously. Me first.” She took a deep breath. “I’m not interested in sharing you with anyone.”
He blew out a relieved breath. “For a second I thought you were going someplace totally different with that sentence.”
“What?”
“‘I’m not interested.’”
“Whoops.” She giggled. “Sir can add that to His list.”
This was now a running joke between them, of storing funishment points up in some imaginary masochistic cookie jar.
“He will,” John said. “Believe me.”
“Well?”
He kissed her. “I’m not interested in sharing you with anyone, either.”
“Okay, then. That’s good, right?”
“I think so.”
Being with him felt good. It wasn’t nearly as mentally draining as being with Tom. She didn’t feel like she had to walk some imaginary line with John, staying somewhere between Dominatrix and just the dominant side of her average self to keep him happy.
Whoever she needed to be, John was okay with that.
“I’ve never been a switch before,” she admitted.
“So? You just be you, and I’ll just be me, and we’ll meet in the middle wherever it falls at any particular time.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything, sweetheart.”
She hoped he didn’t take this the wrong way. “Can we hold off telling anyone about my switchy side?”
“I think Tilly already knows.”
“I didn’t mean her. I meant like at the club. It’s going to take me a while to figure my way through this.”
“You’re not worried about someone hitting on you if you’re in submissive mode, do you? Because, trust me, I’ll knock anyone’s block off if they—”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I really don’t know how to explain it. My whole identity with most of those people is as a Dominant. I really don’t want things to get weird between me and anyone else.”
“We’ll handle it however you want to handle it. I’m probably more comfortable being my usual self at the club, anyway. I can keep my hood on.” He smiled. “The Secret Snarker.”
She gently poked him in the chest. “Yeah, well, your days of that are numbered. You really need to talk to Tilly.”
“I think Tilly and I are okay,” he said. She must have given him a look, because he nodded. “Okay, I’ll talk with her.”
“Thank you.” They stared at each other for a moment. “So…this makes us boyfriend and girlfriend, right?” she asked.
He chuckled. “In the Western world, yeah, that’s pretty much how it usually works.”
“Okay, then.” She crooked her finger at him, drawing him in for a kiss.
“So who do you want tonight?” he asked. “Sir, or sub?”
“I just want you.” She reached out to the bedside table and felt around until she found the drawer. Opening it, she pulled out her vibrator. “Well, I don’t think I can comfortably fuck yet, but maybe you can use this and then I’ll use something else on you.”
He held it up. “Been a while since I’ve had something in my ass. Might take me a while to get it up there.” He grinned, making her laugh.
“That’s not what I meant.” But now that he’d brought that up, the thought swirled inside her brain. Something else Tom hadn’t been into. No, she’d never forced it on him.
But if John liked anal…
Katie, bar the door.
“Wait a minute. Do you have a butt plug?” she asked.
“Dammit,” he muttered, but the playful smile never left his face.
“Do you?”
He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Yes, Ma’am. I have a couple.”
“Then you should go get—”
He was already up and off the bed before she could finish the sentence, making her giggle.
Oooh, this is going to be fun.
Logistically, it would be easier for him to put it in himself instead of her trying to do it and risk hurting her back. So she had him stand next to the bed, where she could watch as he lubed it and himself up and slowly started fucking the smallest one he h
ad into his ass.
His cock stood out hard, pre-cum dripping from the slit.
Fuck, it was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen in her life.
Once he had it all the way in and washed his hands, he returned. “Now what?”
She spread her legs and pointed at her pussy. “That. Use those oral talents on me.”
He climbed up onto the bed, that quirky little smile of his making her clit throb even more. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Diving in like a starving man was an apropos comparison. But somewhere along the line, after the second orgasm, he flipped from sub to Sir when she tried to push him away, lacing fingers with her and pinning her hands next to her on the bed, looking up her body and winking at her before going for orgasm number three.
And he hadn’t even used the vibrator on her.
Holy…hell.
At least her mental ellipses were all good ones this time.
* * * *
John could tell from the glazed look on her face that Abbey had slipped from satisfied into subbie mode. He sat up and kissed her hard, being mindful of her back, making sure not to jostle her. But between the butt plug in his ass hitting his prostate, and eating her out, he wanted to bust a nut right now.
Inspiration struck. He grabbed the vibrator and put it in her hand, then changed position again, tossing the extra pillows at the head of the bed onto the floor and out of his way. He knelt beside her, stroking her hair before gathering a fistful of it.
“Turn it on, baby,” he hoarsely said.
She did, looking up at him for further instructions.
With his free hand, he reached out and guided her hand to his cock. “Right under the glans, baby. Press it against me, and open wide.”
He held her hand in position around his cock and aimed it at her mouth. He stared down into her eyes, wondering how the hell he’d gotten so lucky when his own orgasm hit.
Most of it ended up in her mouth. After he caught his breath and she shut the vibrator off, he leaned in, kissing her and licking the stray drops of his cum from her cheek.
He couldn’t wait for her back to heal. Once they could do a lot more without him worrying about hurting her, he planned on spending at least a weekend in bed with her tied up and deep in subbie mode, fucking her silly and making sure she understood he’d be any- and everything she wanted or needed.
Whatever it took to make sure she understood how much he loved her and wanted her. How gorgeous she was in his eyes.
“I love you, Sir,” she whispered.
He nuzzled noses with her. “I love you, too, My sweet, beautiful girl.”
He removed the butt plug and got everything cleaned up before returning to bed to snuggle with her.
Nuzzling the back of her neck, he said, “And you just wait until you’re feeling better. My girl is going to spend some time with her ass stuffed, too, you know.”
“Dammit,” she muttered, but that was followed immediately by giggles. “Yes, Sir.”
“Just think, in some ways it’s a self-regulating relationship. It’ll keep either of us from getting too crazy, knowing the other can get payback later.”
She snorted. “True. I hadn’t thought about it like that.”
“You’re lucky I’m a soft-hearted sadist while also being an extremely heavy masochist.”
A contented sigh escaped her. “Yes, Sir. You know, if you want me to beat your ass—”
“After you’re healed. You’re not supposed to lift anything heavier than a pillow right now, remember?”
“A riding crop isn’t heavier than a pillow.”
“I don’t want you twisting. Believe me, when the doctor clears you to get back to activities, I’ll let you make up for lost time then.”
“So how do I phrase that? ‘Hey, doc, when is it safe for me to hit my boyfriend?’”
He laughed. “You know Tilly would.”
“I’m not Tilly.”
“And that, my love, is something I’m extremely grateful for.”
Chapter Eighteen
Four weeks post-op, the doctor cleared Abbey to do any activities she comfortably could without causing herself pain, as long as it didn’t involve lifting anything heavy. She still couldn’t go back to work yet, but it meant she could finally drive again, and light housework, like cooking.
She’d quit taking the pain medication the week before after tapering herself off of it the week prior to that. Now she relied solely on over-the-counter meds, relieved to be free of the heavier meds.
It also meant she and John could finally take that last hurdle and leave it in the dust. They’d made each other climax in nearly every way imaginable without it involving actual coitus and were running out of options.
After Tilly took Abbey home, Abbey set about preparing for that evening, putting a roast in the oven and getting everything ready. She thought about digging out a piece of lingerie from one of her boxes before realizing how stupid that was.
She stripped naked, walking around like that, meeting him in the hallway when he returned home.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” he said.
She led him into the living room, kissing him. “Put down the laptop.”
He grinned as he left it and his lunch bag on the couch. “Is this Ma’am talking?” he asked as he loosened his tie.
She grabbed his tie before he could get it off and led him out the sliders to the lanai. “Nope. This is me talking.”
It was still daylight out, but the eight-foot privacy fence meant they could run around buck naked in the backyard if they wanted. The pool was also safe. She led him to the stairs and slowly started backing down them, letting go of his tie. “Join me for a dip.”
He pointed at the house. “I’m not really in the mood for a swim right n—”
“We won’t be swimming. Doctor said I can do anything I want to do, except work, that doesn’t involve lifting. As long as it doesn’t hurt.” She tipped her head toward the pool. It took him a moment to process that.
When she saw the aha look hit him, she smiled and nodded. “Yeah. That.”
He stripped faster than any man she’d ever seen, cannonballing himself into the pool before popping to the surface and swimming over to her.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, reaching between her legs to find his hard cock, moaning as she impaled herself on his shaft. His moans echoed hers and he held still like that for a moment in the warm water, kissing her.
“Wow,” he whispered. “So, so good, baby.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Sir,” she whispered back. When he kissed her, she roughly sucked his tongue into her mouth, her hands grabbing his hair.
He dug his fingers into her ass and started fucking her, fumbling around at first until he got them into shallower water and firmer footing.
It wasn’t as good as getting pile-driven into a nice solid mattress, but it was still damn good. Good enough that when she came, she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her moans so they didn’t scare the hell out of the neighbors barbecuing next door on their back porch.
“Fuck, baby,” he gasped, taking a couple of last, hard thrusts inside her before falling still.
They stayed there like that, motionless for a moment. Then he began to chuckle.
“What?”
“You didn’t warn me you’re a biter.” He kissed her.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all. Feel free to dig your nails in, too. Fair warning, don’t do it too soon or it could backfire on you.”
“Huh? Ooohhh.”
He nuzzled noses with her. “Yeah. It’ll make me blow every damn time.”
“Oh, reeeally?”
He arched the eyebrow at her again. “I can see my girl might need a ball gag in her mouth and leather mitts on her hands when I decide to give her a marathon fucking session.”
“Promises, promises.”
He led her over to the steps, where he sat on the third one down. “Come here, baby.”<
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“What about dinner?”
“Oh, this won’t take long. I’ve been fantasizing about getting my cock inside you for too damn long. You’ll probably get several more out of me tonight, until we work this out of our systems. Hell, this is almost like the first time all over again.”
“Technically, it is the first time.”
“You know what I mean.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her into his lap, facing him. Sure enough, he’d started getting hard again already.
This time, he settled her onto his cock, one hand playing with her nipples, the other between her legs and playing with her clit.
He nibbled and sucked on her lower lip. “Come on, girl. Give me another one.”
Had sex ever been this fun before? Sure, it’d felt good with other people, but the sheer joy, that was something she could never remember feeling with anyone else.
With his hard cock embedded inside her cunt and pressing on all the right places, she let his fingers and his damn sexy voice draw her closer to release. She’d fantasized about this ever since they’d stumbled over the line from friends into lovers that morning in the shower.
Now that the moment was here, it was even better than she’d dreamed it would be. Her life was better than she thought it’d ever be. She appreciated all the moments, the little and the big ones.
She appreciated John, every last bit of him. It didn’t matter how their dynamic swirled and twisted, because it was part of them and the beautifully crazy love they shared.
The second climax felt even better than her first. He swallowed her moans, fucking her mouth with his tongue while his fingers relentlessly kept her orgasm rolling through her body.
When she realized he hadn’t come yet, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and tipped his head to the side. “Your turn,” she whispered in his ear. “Time for you to give me what I want.” She nipped his earlobe.
John muffled his cries against her shoulder. His whole body went rigid, a moment later shaking as he was wracked by laughter.
“What?”
He kissed her. “Oh, you just wait. You just wait until I can do all the dirty, filthy things I’ve been fantasizing about to you, girl.” He stroked her back, his hands coming to rest on her shoulder blades. “I have a head full of very kinky thoughts looking for an outlet.”
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