The girl needed to be reminded on occasion how this worked. Ma’am was within her rights to tease her pet all she wanted, and he’d take it—for days, even.
Sir?
Not so much.
After pulling down the covers, he left the cane lying on the bed and grabbed a snap-clip from the nightstand drawer, where they usually kept an assortment of kinky accouterment.
He walked over to the bathroom doorway and stood there, leaning against the frame, waiting. She was brushing her teeth and didn’t look up, at first.
When she caught sight of him in the mirror, her hand actually faltered.
“Whut?” she mumbled around her mouthful of toothbrush and toothpaste.
He arched an eyebrow at her and held up the collar.
From the way her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, he knew he had her.
She knew he had her, too, which was even more important.
He also watched the way she watched him, her gaze sweeping up and down his form and him still in his suit. When she finished and had dried her face and hands, she turned and he pointed at the floor without a word.
She walked over and knelt, holding her hands up.
Still without a word, he buckled the wrist cuffs around her wrists, clipped them behind her back, then buckled the collar on her.
A happy sigh from him as he stared down at her, his hands on his hips. “Now then, girl. Someone was pretty damn naughty, huh? Teasing me all day like that?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
Yeah, she wanted this. She knew damn well she could safeword, and they’d be done.
That was one of the things he loved about what they did, they could push each other in pretty hard ways and still spring right back to center with just a word. He never worried about taking her too far or hard, just like he never worried about her going too far or hard on him, either.
He hooked a finger through the D-ring on the front of the collar and gently tugged. “Come on. Someone needs their ass reddened before I get to fuck these blue balls out of my system. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come tonight. If you’re not, I’ll lock the mitts on you tonight and you won’t be able to rub one out while I’m sleeping, and you won’t be able to come until after I put a load in your ass in the morning.”
She pouted. “I’ll be a good girl, Sir.”
“You sure? You weren’t very good today.”
Actually, she was fanfuckingtastic, but this was the game.
“I’ll do whatever Sir wants.”
“Ten,” he said, watching her closely for any sign of balking, but not tonight. She was in the mood to meet him there tonight. If he ever caught a flicker of resentment or impatience with him, that she wasn’t really in the mood, he’d always follow with the offer to “barter” strokes off with sex—win-win, of course.
She nodded. “Ten, Sir.”
His cock was throbbing, and he hoped he’d be able to last more than a few fucking thrusts tonight. “Let’s go.” With his finger still hooked through the ring on the collar, he led her into the bedroom and over to the side of the bed.
There, he bent her over. “You know how I want you.”
She spread her legs wide, which would put her at the perfect fuckable height in this position.
“Not even going to make you count them, because they’ll be hard and fast.” And she’d be horny all day tomorrow, every time she sat down and felt them. Meaning either girl or Ma’am would want to play.
Again, win-win.
He planted his left hand in the middle of her lower back, above where her wrists were clipped together, and with the right he laid the cane across her ass. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He delivered them as promised, hard and fast. Hard enough to make her howl, and fast enough they were over before she probably even processed the pain of the first few.
Immediately, he tossed the cane aside and opened his slacks, yanked down the waistband of his briefs, and slid his cock home.
Ooooh, yeah.
She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked, which he knew she would be. He knew he’d have to wait a minute before he started fucking her deliciously hot pussy, so instead he stroked and soothed her stinging ass.
“You know better than to tease Sir like that,” he cooed as he ran his fingers over the fresh welts. “You like working Sir up sometimes, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I know you do. Just like, sometimes, I like winding Ma’am up a little.” He grabbed her hips and took a long, slow stroke out, ending up buried inside her again. Nope, still too soon to really be able to fuck her.
So he reached around her and found her clit. “I’d better feel that pussy squeezing my cock if you want any tonight, baby.”
Immediately, he felt her muscles squeezing him as she moaned and rocked against his cock and his hand.
Ooooh, yeah.
Okay, with her to focus on, he was able to breathe through it while he played with her clit. He’d probably only be good for one tonight, and wanted to make it count. Especially wanted to make it count for her, if he could.
“Such a good girl,” he said as he worked her up. “You want Sir to treat you like his eager little slut, I will, but you know what happens every time you tease Sir and don’t let him come. He’s going to nail you every time.”
Which…was kind of the point, but again, that was the game.
And they both knew it.
* * * *
Abbey squirmed against Gilo as he played with her clit, soooo fucking close to coming. Yeah, she never thought she’d enjoy the submissive end of things, until Gilo. Every so often, it was fun to tease Sir into taking over like this so she could enjoy the free-fall.
It was even sexier feeling his slacks rubbing against her.
Yeah…suit sex—fun!
Ma’am was going to have to make a rule for him that he’d have to fuck her while he wore a suit at least a few times a month.
Sigh!
His hard cock was planted deep inside her and hitting all the good places, but he…wasn’t…moving.
Okay, his hand was, but that wasn’t all she wanted. She wanted a good, hard fucking, the headspace he really only got into like this, where he’d just fucking take what he wanted.
It melted her every damn time.
With her nipples rubbing against the mattress, it added a wonderful friction to what his fingers were doing to her between her legs, especially when combined with the stripes of fire she was still processing from the cane welts.
Oooh, those’ll be good ones tomorrow.
They sort of settled into a rhythm, with her grinding on him and him playing with her clit, that finally got her over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice sounding strained. “Give it to Sir like a good girl.”
She was gone. Once he tipped her past that point of no return, he could keep her coming and squirming all over his cock until he wore her out.
“There you go,” he said. “Sir’s got you now, don’t I?” He slowly started fucking her, even as he worked one more orgasm out of her before he grabbed her hips again and took his time stroking.
From the way he started out slow she suspected he was already close, but he settled into that perfect tempo she loved—slow slide out, then a hard, fast, almost brutal thrust that actually had her coming again in a few seconds. Once he did that, then he sped up.
“Okay, baby. Time for Sir to get his now.” He pounded her with his cock, keeping that orgasm rolling through her as she moaned, and he moaned, and pretty soon, she knew from the groans he was making and the way his fingers dug into her hips that he’d hit the peak himself.
He fell still inside her after one last, hard thrust, then unsnapped the clip on her wrists. He folded his body over hers, arms braced on either side of her, his lips feathering the back of her shoulder.
“Hooo, boy,” he finally said, chuckling. “You’re mean, Ma’am.”
She giggled. “D
id I fuck the Sir right out of you?”
He nipped the back of her shoulder. “Not completely.” He finally withdrew so she could roll over and scoot back onto the bed.
“That suit’s fucking hot, John.”
He smiled. “You know what our dry cleaner bill will be if I fuck you in a suit all the time?”
“Worth it.” She grabbed his lapels and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. “Sooo worth it.”
He didn’t just stop there, though. Without even tucking himself in or shedding the suit, he kissed his way down her body, to her pussy, and got her off one more time just for good measure.
Okay, now she was ready for bed.
A few minutes later, with both of them naked and Abbey snuggled in his arms, she sighed. “You know, I could just be mean and start tying you up with your own ties and making you wear them to work.”
“Mmm hmm. You could. And Sir could invest in one of those Bluetooth butt-plug vibrators and trigger it while you’re at work.”
“Hmm. You’d have to let me do that to you, too.”
“Well, unfortunately, I’d have to red for that because of my job. Your job doesn’t involve the lives and safety of people.”
“You let me send you to work in a cage before. And a butt plug.”
“Yeah, and those don't suddenly spring to life in the middle of a safety inspection, either.”
She giggled.
“Stationary items, yes. Your job doesn’t involve what mine does.”
“True. Drat. I could make you wear it other times, though.”
“Of course you could. Fair’s fair.”
“Hmm.”
She was actually calculating the risk-to-benefit ratio herself, because absolutely, Sir would use it on her at work.
Because he damn well knew she wouldn’t safeword for it.
“I’ll think about that,” she finally said.
He kissed her. “You do that, baby. You’re trying to think of a suitable way—”
She giggled.
“What?” he asked.
“You said suitable.”
He snorted. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And yet, you still married me.”
He smiled. “Damn right, I did. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
She thought he was almost asleep when she heard his voice in the dark. “You think Landry really thinks I have a cute ass?”
That made her laugh. “Where’d that come from?”
“I’m just curious.”
“How curious?” she asked.
“Not that curious. I mean, don’t women wonder if other women think they’re hot?”
“I haven’t, no.”
“Oh. Hmm. Maybe it’s a guy thing.”
“Well, he did say it and I don’t think he’d lie. Besides, your ass is cute. Even Tilly said so.”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”
She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. “Go to sleep, Sir.”
“Mmm-hmm. That’s what I’m talking about, Ma’am.”
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