“Yes.”
He chuckled and stopped walking to turn to her, his arms around her. “Yes?”
“You know I said I wanted to talk about stuff in a year?”
“Yeeesss?”
She snuggled more tightly against him. “How about we make that six months, so that we can plan in advance and have our wedding on the same date?”
With his hand cupping the nape of her neck, he leaned in and kissed her, hard and long and melting her thoroughly. “Yes, baby,” he whispered. “I think that’s a damn good idea.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
When they got home, John hurried around the car to open the passenger door for her before grabbing their bags out of the trunk. He unlocked the front door and got the alarm shut off, holding the door for her and smiling as he waited for her to go through first.
Abbey wouldn’t deny excitement and desire coursed through her. Tonight they could fully be who they wanted to be, everybody getting their needs filled.
Among other things.
“Where do you want the implement bags, Mistress?” he asked.
“Bedroom, please. Wait for me there. Get naked.”
He hustled them off to the bedroom while she kicked off her shoes and walked into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. She had a little surprise for him tonight.
Well, not little.
And she knew damn well that payback was a switch…and so was John.
If he waited until tomorrow night to extract his revenge, she’d be surprised.
When she walked into the bedroom, she found him on his hands and knees on the floor.
Naked.
She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tipped his head back. “Who’s my good boy?”
“Me, Ma’am.”
“That’s right. Up on the bed. On all fours.”
She didn’t let go of his hair until he’d positioned himself on the towels. She patted his ass. “Good boy. Wait right there.”
He wiggled his ass at her in reply, making her giggle.
She found the cane she wanted in her tube and laid it on the bed. Then she retrieved the gloves, lube, paper towels, and butt plug from the bathroom that she’d hidden there ahead of time.
Oh, there would be some payback from him on the other end of this, all right.
She could only imagine what he’d do.
And the thought made her pussy wet. It was sure to be fun, regardless.
Pulling the gloves on, she squirted lube onto her right index finger and slowly started massaging it into his rim.
He moaned, his head dropping to the bed, cock hardening. “Oh…fuck,” he whispered.
“That’s right. Someone’s getting their ass stuffed with a nice, fat butt plug before I give him his caning.”
Another low moan rippled through him, making her even wetter, making her clit throb in response.
She took her time working up to three fingers in his ass, pre-cum dripping from his hard cock as he slowly rocked his hips against her hand. Once she was sure she had him loosened up enough to take the plug, she withdrew her fingers, grabbed the plug, and lubed it before pressing the tip of it against his ass.
“Here we go. I’ll take as long as it takes to get it stuffed inside you.”
She gently pressed it against his rim, going slow, a little at a time. Press and withdraw, gaining more ground each time, until she started approaching the widest part of the plug.
“Oh…goddamn, you bitch,” he muttered. His hands fisted the covers even as he slowly worked his hips in time with her movements.
“What was that?”
“Goddamn, you bitch, Ma’am,” he said.
She laughed. “That’s what I thought you said.”
It took another couple of minutes, but she finally got it completely seated in his ass, drawing one last, long moan from him as she did.
“Holy, fuck,” he gasped. “What the hell is that?”
She stripped the glove from her right hand, turning it inside out as she did and dropping it onto the floor for him to take care of later. She kept the left one on in case she needed it.
“A new toy I bought for you. It came yesterday via UPS.”
“Oh…fuck. That thing’s huge.”
“Not too huge for your ass, baby.” She patted his ass cheeks. “Feet on the floor. You know what comes next.”
A thin strand of pre-cum still leaked from the slit of his engorged cock.
Oh, I’m sooo getting fucked here shortly.
She nearly giggled again.
Reaching for the rattan cane on the bed, she waited for John to get his feet firmly planted on the floor, legs spread, bent over the end of the bed. The base of the butt plug was visible between his butt cheeks. She gently pressed on it with her left index finger, making him moan again.
“How’s that feel?” she asked.
“Like someone’s going to get it up their ass pretty soon.”
“Ah, soon, but probably not tonight,” she said. “It is going to stay in your ass while you fuck me.”
He groaned again, his cock visibly twitching between his legs.
She reached between his legs and gently stroked his balls with her fingers. “What’s wrong? Somebody horny?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He wiggled his hips again, but his voice sounded a little slurred, like he was dropping down into subspace.
Standing on his left, she laid the cane across his ass with her right hand, her left planted in the middle of his back not so much to hold him in place but to add to his experience.
“These are going to be good ones,” she said. “I heard someone say they wanted their ass caned tonight.”
He rested his forehead against the bed. “Yes, Ma’am,” he mumbled.
“How many strokes are you getting tonight?” she asked, knowing it was mean to make him think while he was trying to drop into subspace, but enjoying it anyway.
I really am more of a sadist than I thought I was.
“Twenty, Ma’am,” he said.
“Really? I thought it was only fifteen.”
“I figured I’d get some in advance.”
She giggled. “You can’t roll them over like cell phone minutes.”
“Dammit,” he muttered.
“Still want twenty?”
A content sigh escaped him. “Yes, Ma’am. It’s been a few weeks.”
Yes, it had been a few weeks since they’d had a real rip-roaring scene. He’d been getting his subbie fix through service to her. She’d been getting her subbie fix via sexual submission to him.
But between catching up on work ahead of their planned vacation next week and doing stuff around the house, other than the occasional quickie scene between them, the masochist side him hadn’t been able to do much except sit on the sidelines and twiddle his thumbs.
Unlike with Tom, she knew John genuinely didn’t mind, because he loved her for who she was, not what she could do for or to him.
She gave him the twenty, not making them all very hard ones because she was more eager to get to the fucking. She crawled up onto the bed next to him, on her back.
“How’s that ass feel?”
“Like it’s a lovely shade of ouch. Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You’re welcome…Sir.”
He pounced, grabbing her wrists and pinning her hands over her head as he shoved his knees between her legs, forcing her thighs open.
“Oh, you are sooo getting fucked, girl.”
“Promises, promises.”
He transferred both her wrists into one hand and then reached down, fisting his cock and lining it up with her pussy. When he sank his cock into her, they both froze, letting out nearly identical sighs of pleasure.
Then he pressed her thighs up, against her chest, ankles over his shoulders before pinning her hands over her head again.
She was so glad her back had healed enough to allow this position. He could fuck her hard and deep like this. She loved feeling engulfed, pinned, owned.
/> He took his time, slowly stroking his cock deep inside her. “I think someone needs to get tied up tonight and spend a few hours with a vibrating egg in their pussy.”
A pitiful whine escaped her. “That’s not fair.”
“Really?”
“Well…yeah.”
“Okay, I’m curious. How do you figure that?”
“You don’t have a pussy. I can’t stick it in you.”
“Sure you can. Just put it in a condom first and…”
She grinned.
“Dammit,” he muttered, starting to fuck her a little faster. “That’s not fair. That means I just need to fuck you harder and drive all that damn toppy energy out of you tonight.”
Actually, he had a very good chance of doing just that by fucking her at that angle. She tried to struggle against him a little, making him clamp down even harder on her wrists.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She squirmed a little more, loving the struggle. “Nowhere.”
“That’s right. My girl’s going to lay right there and get herself fucked.”
He leaned in and nibbled on the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her flesh.
Her orgasm started instantly, her body already knowing what was coming and trained to respond to him. He bit down, intensifying her pleasure, slowing his strokes to hold back his own release as she squirmed and cried and loved every second of it.
He made her lay there while he fucked two more orgasms out of her before he finally gave in and came, filling her pussy with his cum and then collapsing on top of her.
Sated, spent, and thoroughly pleased with herself, she inhaled, loving their scent.
“This thing is fucking huge,” he mumbled against her neck.
She giggled. “I know.”
“I’m going to have to spend a few hours at least working you up to it.”
She giggled again. “I know.”
He sat up, staring down at her. “I love you.”
Her smile widened. “I know. I love you, too.” She had a thought. “Can we bump the talk to three months instead of six?”
“Should I just propose now and be done with it?”
“I don’t know. Is there any rule about a guy proposing with a butt plug up his ass?”
He nuzzled noses with her. “No, but you might have one up yours while I do.”
“Dammit,” she muttered. “Hey, at least I didn’t make you wear it during the ceremony.”
He sat up, a wide, evil grin spreading across his face. “Dibs on making you wear it during the wedding.”
“Dammit!” she said.
THE END
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