Growling and biting? Oooh, yeah. That always made her wet. For right now she was his chew toy, and happy to be so.
That hot, skilled tongue of his, knowing her body, nothing boring or routine about their lovemaking even this many years later. He knew what worked, knew how to make her scream with need and desire, how to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her.
It reaffirmed for her that his spirit wasn’t broken. That he willingly chose to submit to her, not because he felt he had to, but because he wanted to.
That was even sexier than anything they did together.
Her man, this big, lovable goofball, was a deeply-layered, complex guy. She was the only person who got to see most of those layers, and she selfishly guarded and nurtured them, never taking for granted the trust he placed in her time and again.
While Rusty’s mouth drove her up the hill, she leaned back against the wall, her hands buried in his hair, now holding him pressed against her instead of trying to dislodge him. He wanted to kneel there?
Fine.
Whatever her sweet barbarian wanted.
He kept her heading up, up, dips and drives, biting her, back to cycling through hard and swift strokes with his tongue and slow, languid circles, just to repeat the pattern.
When she hit the point between wanting to be in control and needing him to get her over, she knew he knew it. Another sexy growl rolled from him over her plaintive whines.
That almost shoved her over the edge.
Primal. She loved this about him, that he wasn’t afraid to get rough with her. She loved getting rough—giving and receiving.
It was part of everything that was so sweet and hot and right about what they had together. From those early days when they were kids and he wouldn’t let her cross that one line with him—but they’d literally done pretty much everything else—there’d always been an edge to what they did.
His teeth lightly scraped over her sensitive, swollen clit, and combined with the delicious rasp of his stubble rubbing against the insides of her thighs, it tripped her over the edge the next time he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked.
Not bothering to stay quiet, she closed her eyes and let the moans roll free from her, his happy growls in counterpoint telling her he knew where he had her, and now she was in trouble.
He practically had her balancing on the toes of one foot when he shoved his face harder against her cunt, devouring her, keeping her coming and coming all over his mouth.
There was never a more devoted pet than her sweet Knight. Never a man who took greater pleasure in giving his Lady her pleasure.
It became his pleasure, his sole need.
Even through all of this she found herself grinding against him, rocking her hips in time with his mouth, wanting it, needing all of him, wanting everything he could give her and more.
She didn’t know how long he kept her hovering in that sweet hell, the borderline of too much and not enough blurred beyond all recognition. Except she wasn’t expecting it when he grabbed her and shifted her, standing, shoving her against the wall and crashing his mouth against hers.
Automatically, her arms draped around his neck. Then she felt his hands working. He jerked his belt open and ripped it from the loops. Before she could process it, he’d shoved her hands over her head, wrapped the belt around her wrists, and pulled it tight.
His lips covered hers again, a crushing, possessive, growling kiss that completely melted her. She felt his other hand fumbling his slacks open. Then his thighs shoved hers apart and his cock slid inside her. She tasted her juices on his mouth and didn’t even care. They were decades past the point of any squeamishness over something like that. He reveled in painting himself with her, and she with him.
With his left hand, he kept a hold on the belt. His right settled on her ass, fingers digging in as he fucked her. Unlike the quick pressure relief of the parking garage, this was a hard, long, brutal fuck, every thrust slamming them against the wall and each grunt reverberating from his mouth to hers.
She was coming again before she even had a chance to realize it, his cock hitting her perfectly inside, his body out.
Another wordless, breathless grunt rolled from him, sounding satisfied and possessive and completely, utterly gone from any coherent headspace he might normally have. Rusty pounded his cock into her, able to last longer this time due to their earlier encounter and Eliza knowing he needed this.
While he fucked her she kissed him back, sucking on his tongue while he plundered her mouth every bit as hard as his cock plundered her cunt.
Every bit as wild and raw as their wedding night, when he’d finally crossed that line with her and let go, cemented their union in the best way possible.
Rusty paced himself, fucking a couple more orgasms out of her over the next fifteen minutes before he finally came with several deep, ball-slapping thrusts, falling still buried inside her. His kisses gentled, eased, sweet sucking licks and nibbles while both of them caught their breath. He loosened the belt from around her wrists and dropped it to the floor as her arms settled around his neck again. She buried her fingers in his hair, playing with it, her own darker needs sated now that she was satisfied her sweet knight was home in her arms once more.
Finally, he rested his forehead against hers. “We’re being watched,” he said.
She looked to see both bulldogs sitting there, watching them.
Boo picked up her front left paw and let out an impatient chuff.
Rusty snorted. “I think we were just scored by the Russian judge.”
“She’s mad I’m hogging Daddy.”
He kissed his way down her jawline to her neck, where he nibbled her. “They can wait. I needed you.” She heard him deeply inhale, the way he did when he was sniffing her. The way she absolutely loved when he did it.
She licked his cheek, all the way to his ear, nipping him. “Shower, then food?”
“Fuck yes, please.”
She giggled. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Me, too.” After one final kiss, he released her and finished stripping while she went to get cookies for the patient dogs.
“Freeeeeedom!” he called out, making her laugh when she turned to see him doing a naked, hip-swiveling celebratory dance.
He gathered all his clothes and carried them to the bedroom, where Eliza joined him in the shower a few minutes later.
Eliza ran her hands through his hair. “Are you really happy with me after all these years?”
“Honey, right now I’m happier than a seagull with a french fry. Seriously.”
She snorted. “Yes, that’s romantic. Hallmark should put that on an anniversary card.”
“Maybe that could be my post-retirement gig?”
She snuggled tightly against him. “Nope. Your post-retirement gig will be spent as a full-time barbarian taking care of your Ma’am. I’m not sharing your time with anyone.”
He grinned. “That will make me happier than a seagull with a Happy Meal.”
Chapter Eight
Rusty could hardly keep his eyes open after climbing into bed straight from the shower. Eliza brought him warmed up lasagna she’d made the night before, and he barely managed to finish that before passing out.
He was so tired he didn’t even mind not getting his ass beaten before he fell asleep.
That meant he was a level of exhausted he rarely felt.
Then again, two orgasms on top of a full tummy didn’t hurt any.
When he finally opened his eyes again, it was daylight, and his bladder felt like it was going to explode. He stumbled out of bed into the bathroom and chose to sit rather than risk his aim being as horrible as he suspected it might with the way he felt.
He was sitting there, trying to decide if he had the energy to stand or not, when Eliza walked in a couple of minutes later with a mug of coffee for him. “Here you go, barbarian.”
He took it with a pout. “I’m supposed to get you coffee, Ma’am.”
“Yeah, well, considering I didn’t want to wait until two o’clock in the afternoon to drink it, I decided I could let a few things slide today.”
“Holy shit. It’s two?”
“2:17.”
“Oh, wow.” He took a long, cautious sip. She’d nuked it for him to a perfectly warm and drinkable temp. “Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“For collapsing last night.”
“Rus, do you honestly think I’d ding you for that? I know how worn out you are. To be honest, I’m fairly shocked you had the energy for two last night.” She headed for the bathroom door. “Shall I release the girls? I had to lock them out of the bedroom this morning. They kept nosing at your side of the bed and snorting at you. I was afraid they’d wake you up.”
“Yes, please.” She left the bathroom. After another sip, he set the mug on the counter, but before he could get up and finish, the bulldogs roared into the room and slammed into his legs, nearly knocking him off the toilet.
“There’s Daddy’s babies.” He spent another couple of minutes sitting there, loving up on them, just…being.
Nothing in his brain. Work knew not to contact him until tomorrow at the earliest, unless there was an emergency that absolutely could not wait.
In their business, there rarely was one of that magnitude.
Finally, the two dogs were reasonably satisfied he’d made up to them. He finished, washed his hands, and carried the coffee mug out to the kitchen with the bulldogs trailing in his wake. There he found Eliza was already cooking him breakfast—scrambled eggs and sausage links.
He set his mug down and wrapped his arms around her from behind, cupping his hands around her breasts through her T-shirt. She’d been letting her hair grow longer lately and had it pulled up in a messy bun on the back of her head, leaving her neck perfectly accessible for nuzzling.
“Good morning, Ma’am.” His cock was already inflating as he ground against her ass through her shorts.
She chuckled. “Good afternoon, barbarian. Feeling a little better?”
“It’ll take me a couple of days to get back on Florida time.”
“I’m sure. So what would you like to do today?”
“After breakfast? I want to get my ass beat.” He nipped her neck. “I mean, a hard, snot-crying, blood-drawing beating. Probably followed by a nap.”
“You faint at the sight of your own blood, doofus.”
“Not if I can’t see it, Ma’am.”
She tipped her head back, meeting his gaze. “Tied up?”
“If it isn’t too much trouble, yes, please, Ma’am.” Nibble nibble nibble.
She wiggled her ass against him. “I believe that can be arranged. But first, go put in the toy I left for you on the bed, and put on your collar and cuffs.”
His pulse spiked. Nibble. “Yes, Ma’am.” He eagerly returned to the bedroom and saw the vibrating butt plug lying there, along with his cuffs and collar. It took him a couple of minutes and more lube than usual to comfortably work the butt plug inside him in their bathroom, but he got it. Then he washed his hands and put on the cuffs and collar.
Peace almost immediately settled over him, even though he was walking a little funny. The toy wasn’t the largest in their collection, but depending on what setting she used, it could pack a hellacious punch.
At least he finally felt a little more normal.
Normal for him, anyway.
By the time he returned to the kitchen she had his plate ready for him. “I put a towel down for you on the couch, baby.” She rose onto her toes for a kiss.
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Normally on a day off like this, he’d be taking care of the house, of her, making her breakfast for her.
He didn’t like slacking, but yeah, he was still pretty tired, even though his cock was now fully hard and throbbing in anticipation of whatever Eliza had in store for him.
The two bulldogs, knowing Daddy now had food, followed him to the couch.
At least she waited until he was sitting on the couch to turn the butt plug on. The lowest setting, but still enough to make his eyes drop closed for a moment and forcing him to take a few deep breaths to adjust to the sensation without blowing his load.
“To answer your question,” she said, “yes, we’re back to normal orgasm rules.”
Dammit.
That meant he’d be punished if he came without permission, even if she was the reason he came. When he finally forced his eyes open again, he spotted her wicked smile.
Damn, I missed this.
* * * *
Eliza had decided to jump right in, knowing Rusty needed a fast return to “normalcy.”
Whatever the hell that meant.
She also had a strong suspicion that he absolutely would fall asleep again after they played. Full tummy, hard beating, and an orgasm?
That was like a guaranteed nap for him.
Although she didn’t want to admit she wanted him to sleep some more, mostly so he wouldn’t be thinking about Kailey and Gerald.
Or wanting to do something stupid like driving up to Gainesville to have a little “chat” with the kid.
After a couple more talks with June, Eliza knew the best thing to do would be to stay hands-off for now and be supportive. That way, if things did tank between them, Kailey would be more likely to admit it to them up front instead of waiting and trying to deal with it on her own.
While Eliza ruled the roost, if Rusty thought Kailey was in any kind of trouble, nothing Eliza said or did would keep him from going to help her.
Hence, bondage.
Because once he woke up from his nap—hopefully with him in a nice, deep submissive headspace, and with him still tied up—then she’d broach the subject with him again to make sure the matter was truly settled, and that he didn’t go off half-cocked.
If he still didn’t want to listen to her? Then she’d just keep him tied up for a while longer and give him another orgasm and beating.
She knew her barbarian.
He settled in and started eating. “I was thinking about maybe seeing if there was combat practice this weekend.”
“Really? I figured you’d want to stay home.”
“It’s been a couple of months since I made a practice. Unless you want me not to go.”
“I’m okay with it. I haven’t even been following the group. I saw something cross my Facebook feed a few weeks ago about Duke needing to step back for a while because of his job and looking for someone to take over temporarily, but I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Did you want to come?”
“Maybe.”
“I mean, if you don’t want me to go, I’ll stay home.”
She gently caught him by the chin and turned his head so he had to look her in the eyes. “Rus, I’ve never played that game with you in thirty years, and I’m not about to start now. If I wanted you to stay home, I’d say stay home. If I decide I want to go, I’ll go. It’s supposed to be hotter than balls, though. If I change my mind and want you to stay, I’ll tell you that.”
He took a deep breath and slowly let it out again. “Sorry.”
“You’re adorable, barbarian.”
While he ate, she tweaked the level of the butt plug up a couple of times. Not enough to get him over—yet—but more than enough to make sure his entire focus was on her and on being her good boy. After he’d washed his plate, he followed her back to their bedroom, where she’d already started the preparations.
Today, this scene would take place right there.
After locking the dogs out of the bedroom, Eliza snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor at the end of the bed, and Rusty immediately assumed the position to await her. Full, formal bow, hands in front of him, forehead on the floor.
She turned the butt plug down a notch and reached out with her right foot to stroke his balls. He jumped a little, but not enough to incur punishment.
Not today, at least.
“Good thing you’re taking
a few days off,” she said as she continued preparing. “You’re going to have a hella hard time sitting tomorrow.”
“That’s what I’m hoping, Ma’am.”
* * * *
Boy, was he hoping.
This was the longest he’d gone in over a year without at least a spanking from her. As he knelt there on the floor, he felt his breathing and pulse slow as calm settled over him while she put on some music for them.
The collar around his neck felt like freedom restored to his soul.
Ma’am in charge, in control, taking care of him in the ways only she could, so he could, in turn, take care of her in the ways she wanted him to.
He heard her softly humming to herself as she finished getting everything ready. Then she stepped in front of him, her feet between his hands, and she tapped her right foot.
Edging forward, he kissed the top of her bare foot, running his lips and tongue over the top of it, then over to her left, where he repeated the gesture.
“All the way,” she softly said, all Ma’am in the house now.
He knew what she wanted, and was happy to see she’d gotten naked for this play.
Slowly, he worked his way up her legs, back and forth, worshipping her with his mouth. When she edged her feet apart as he reached the juncture of her thighs, he slowly swiped his tongue up her clit.
A low hiss escaped her. “That’s enough for now. Up over the end of the bed.”
He didn’t want to relinquish his prize and gave her one more quick lick before standing.
Lightning fast, she reached out and grabbed his throbbing cock, squeezing hard, almost to the point of pain. “What’d I tell you?”
“Sorry, Ma’am.”
But she wore a playful smile that told him he wasn’t in serious trouble.
Not this time.
When she released him, he leaned facedown over the towel on the end of the bed, arms outstretched. She quickly hooked ropes tied to snap-clips to his wrist cuffs, and nudged his legs wider apart so she could attach ones to his ankle cuffs.
Like that, he was immobilized.
He shuddered with pleasure as her hands caressed his back, from shoulders down. “Bit or ball?”
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