She swallowed back her disappointment. “That’s all right, Sir.”

  “No, it’s not, but you’re a very good girl to say that.” His tired smile tore at her heart. He looked even more exhausted than he had when she last saw him the weekend of his ex-wife’s funeral.

  He held out his hands, wiggling his fingers at her for her to take them. He helped her to her feet and led her to their bedroom.

  There, they helped each other undress and after they stepped into the shower, he drew her into his arms as they stood under the water and he kissed her.

  She stood there, her head resting against his shoulder, eyes closed as she turned everything over to Him.

  “You’ve been such a good girl for me while I’ve been gone,” he softly said. “I’m so proud of you.”

  With his arms around her, securely cradling her against him, she took a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you, Sir. I missed you so much.”

  He nuzzled the top of her head. “I missed you, too, baby. Tomorrow morning, after we finally get moving, I’ll take you out to breakfast, we’ll get the tire fixed, and then we’ll go buy a new car. How’s that sound?”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’d hoped to spend all day in bed tomorrow.”

  “I know. Me, too. I’d hoped to maybe go to the munch, but between everyone telling me they aren’t going to wear a butt-plug for me, either, thanking for telling them they have a gorgeous ass, and my streak of bad luck, I’m thinking I don’t want to push that luck any farther than necessary. Especially once Mike tells everyone about our return trip home and you locking your keys in the car.”

  She snorted. “I can’t believe you texted that to Ross of all people.”

  He sighed. “Yeah, I know. That fucking sadist will never let me forget it.” He tipped her head back so he could slant his lips over hers.

  Everything fell away except for him and his kiss, the warmth of his body pressing along the length of hers…

  His hard cock rubbing against her.

  She slid to her knees, smiling up at him as she swallowed his cock to the root.

  “Damn, baby!” he gasped, cradling her head in his hands as she went down on him. She loved sucking his cock, and it didn’t matter if he was too tired to reciprocate—he was home.

  They were finally together again.

  She took her time, tracing around the head with her tongue and playing with the slit, which rewarded her with salty pre-cum. Cupping his balls in one hand, she encircled the base of his cock with the other and slowly stroked him as she played with him. He slowly rocked his hips in time with her, gradually increasing the pressure on her head, urging her deeper, faster, building up a load for her.

  She’d gladly spend hours on her knees for him doing this, because she loved him, loved turning herself over to him.

  Loved everything about what they had together.

  “That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Make me come.”

  Bobbing her head, she sucked and licked his cock, his erection growing harder and hotter against her tongue, slick, velvety iron as more pre-cum rolled down her tongue.

  He took over, fingers digging into her scalp as he started fucking her mouth, making her happily moan as his cock slid deep into her throat with every stroke.

  He was back, and safe, and she had him all to herself for a little while. She let the day’s aggravations fade out of her mind and her focus sharpen, narrow until he completely filled it, the steam swirling around them as his scent filled her lungs and his cock filled her mouth.

  “Get ready, baby,” he hoarsely said before his balls tightened in her palm and ropes of hot, tangy cum exploded across her tongue and into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed, licked, sucked, getting every drop of cum from his balls and gentling her motions when she knew he’d finished, until falling still with his softening cock pressed against her tongue.

  Shayla closed her eyes, her forehead pressed against his abs as he stroked her hair.

  “Such a good girl,” he whispered. “God, I fucking missed you.”

  He pulled her to her feet and held her again for a few minutes without talking. She’d almost wondered if he’d fallen asleep on his feet when he finally spoke.

  “Call in pizza,” he mumbled. “Delivery. Fuck leaving the house.”

  She smiled. “Yes, Sir. That sounds damn good to me.”

  She finished her shower first and climbed out to do it, Tony joining her, naked, in the living room a moment later, her cuffs and collar in his hand and a tired smile on his face.

  “I’ll grab shorts for when the pizza arrives. You can stay wrapped up on the couch in a blanket.” He buckled them onto her. “Let me know when it’s close.” He headed through the kitchen and to the playroom, making Shayla smile.

  Maybe I’ll get lucky after all.

  He hadn’t returned yet by the time she received the order confirmation. “Thirty minutes, Sir,” she called out.

  “Excellent,” he called back. “Do we have any beer or cider?”

  “Yes, Sir. Cider.”

  “I’ll take one to start. Set it on the coffee table for me, please. One for you, too, if you want. I’ll be right there.”

  She retrieved the bottles from the fridge, opened them, and set his on a coaster while she curled up on the couch.

  He returned a moment later with a blindfold, ball gag, and several implements in hand.

  And their Hitachi.

  He set up everything and picked up his bottle, took a long swig from it, and then belched before setting it back down. “Be right back.” This time, he headed for their bedroom, both cats trailing in his wake and maowing loudly in protest that they hadn’t been sufficiently spoiled yet.

  He returned wearing shorts. In his hands he carried a towel, condom, lube, glove…

  And a butt-plug.

  He set them all on the coffee table. “I’m not the one who will be wearing it,” he said, waggling his eyebrows at her and making her giggle. “And you do have a gorgeous ass, baby.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. “Thank you, Sir.”

  He sat down on the couch and patted his lap. “Come on.”

  She eagerly climbed over him, and he wasted no time. He pulled on the glove, lubed a finger, and started working it into her ass and making her moan. She’d never thought she’d love anal this much before, but as with everything else they’d done, Tony had rewired her brain to love it.

  Didn’t hurt that he made it feel so good, either.

  “That’s my good girl, I know, it’s been a while. Sir’s poor girl’s been so neglected.” Pleasure rolled through her even as she breathed through the slightly pinchy burn of him stretching her ass.

  He quickly worked her up to three fingers and then seated the butt plug in place, her body eagerly sucking it in once he slid the widest part through her rim. He stripped off the glove inside out and dropped it onto the floor, grabbed the Hitachi, and pressed it between her legs.

  “First one’s a freebie, baby. Go.” He switched the vibrator on and pinned her by the back of the neck with his left hand.

  She came unglued, the orgasm hitting her almost immediately. It always made her horny when he did this, and he damn well knew it. Her pussy clenched with every wave of pleasure rolling through her, and she wished he was filling her with his fingers, or his cock, or even another toy while she was coming.

  Once he knew she’d finished coming, he switched off the vibrator, handed her the towel to sit on, and helped her stand up. “Get comfy,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

  He grabbed the glove and carried it into the guest bathroom to dispose of and wash his hands while she curled up on the couch, already more than a little subspacey again.

  She pulled the fleece throw they kept on the couch around her and was about to say something to him when the doorbell rang.

  “Ah, perfect timing,” Tony called out. He reappeared and answered the door, signed the check, and turned, the pizza boxes in his hand. “Two, pet?”

  She nodded. “Leftovers.”

  “That’s my smarty pet. Thinking, thinking, always thinking. Stay there.” He detoured through the kitchen for paper plates and paper towels and then carried it all out to the coffee table.

  Once they both ate their fill, Tony kissed her. “Stay. I got this.”

  “I’m supposed to take care of you.”

  He grinned. “Well, you already took care of me once, and you might be lucky enough to get a second time out of me. But you let me do this for you right now.”

  Following orders, she stayed there and watched TV while he put the leftovers away. When he returned he stripped off his shorts, sat down, and patted his lap again. “Phase two,” he said. “Ready?”

  She nodded, climbing into position. “Ready, Sir.”

  First he fastened the ball gag and blindfold around her head. He started her off with a bare-handed spanking that left her mind soaring in subspace and her stuffed ass tingling with sweet heat. He took great pains to make sure he played with the butt plug, chuckling over her needy moans she made in reply.

  “That’s right, baby. I’m back, and this ass belongs to me.” He reached between her legs to slide two fingers into her slick cunt. “And this pussy belongs to me, too.” He slowly finger-fucked her, obviously enjoying her predicament, because he built her up just to stop and not let her over.

  His fingers withdrew from her pussy and he teased her clit for a moment. “Poor, poor needy pet,” he softly said. “Sir’s going to spend a lot of time making all this up to you, I promise.”

  Just as she thought he might be about to get her over again, his fingers disappeared, replaced by hard slaps to her ass cheeks that short-circuited her mind and had her squirming and desperate for more.

  He repeated this several times, finally taking pity on her. “Does my pet want to come?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “If I let you come now, I’m still going to spank you some more. You understand that, right?”

  “I hope tho, Thir!” she mumbled around the gag.

  He chuckled. “Good thing I know what you meant.” His fingers circled her clit, teasing, finally working her up to the edge. “Get it if you can, baby.”

  Her body unhinged for him. As the climax washed through her, he slid his fingers into her cunt and finger-fucked her again, hard, fast, driving her over the edge once more and leaving her breathless and trembling when his hand finally stilled.

  “Excellent,” he said. “Round two. Or is this three?” He laughed. “Guess it doesn’t matter.” She felt him pick up an implement. “Let’s do this, baby.”

  She didn’t care what implements he used on her next, only that as every impact made contact with her flesh, whether a paddle or strap or riding crop, she knew that tomorrow morning she’d be able to look at herself in the mirror and smile over the fresh marks covering her flesh.

  His ownership of her in shades of black and blue and purple.

  The only thing he stopped for was to use the Hitachi on her, making her lose track of how many times she came between him using implements on her.

  Finally, he eased out from under her. “On your back, pet.” She complied, and he shoved her legs up and back to plunge his cock deep inside her pussy. Combined with the butt-plug stuffed in her ass, and her already sensitive, swollen, throbbing clit, she immediately felt another small orgasm flitter through her scrambled nervous system.

  “Did my pet just come again?” He sounded amused.

  She nodded, unable to do much other than moan around her ball gag.

  He paused, removed the blindfold, but left the ball gag in place. He smiled down at her with his handsome green eyes, a dark and playful gaze she’d missed so goddamned much.

  “One well-cummed and stuffed pet, coming up,” he teased, smiling. He hadn’t shaved in several days, scruffy stubble shadowing his cheeks in addition to his mustache and goatee, his hair disheveled—he was overdue a haircut, too.

  He pinned her hands over her head as he fucked her, every stroke deep and hard and driving her over the edge one last time. Her body clamped down on the toy in her ass and his cock and she moaned around the ball gag.

  “That’s it, pet. Such a good….girl…for…me.” He finished buried deep inside her, panting, leaning in to trace her lips with his tongue where they were parted by the ball gag. “So helpless, and sweet,” he whispered, smiling down at her. “My very good girl. Was that a good start?”

  She nodded, not even bothering to slurp back drool because she knew it made him hot anyway. “Yeth, Thir,” she mumbled around the gag.

  He giggled and sat up so he could unbuckle it. “I cannot believe you locked your keys in the car at the airport.”

  She laughed. “Did I earn extra punishment for that?”

  He helped her sit up and nuzzled noses with her. “No, if I was going to punish you for anything, it would’ve been for flying out to Denver without telling me, but I can’t even punish you for that. Not in good conscience.”

  She draped her arms around him. “Happy belated anniversary, Sir.”

  He kissed her. “Happy belated anniversary, pet.”

  They cleaned up, he let her remove the butt plug, and they headed to bed, the cats insisting on sleeping on the end of the bed.

  As she snuggled in his arms with him spooned around her back, she sighed, contented. “Love you, Sir.”

  “Love you, too, pet,” he mumbled, sounding like he was already half asleep.

  She decided to join him.

  Chapter Seven

  “Oh, motherfucker,” Tony grumbled the next morning as they stared at the CRV.

  The donut was flat.

  Shayla snickered, feeling sorry for her husband but also damned glad he was home and now in charge so he could deal with it. “Well, how do you want to handle this, Sir.”

  He sighed. “I promised you breakfast this morning.” He pulled out his cellphone and scrolled through his contacts. “I know I’m going to regret this.” He punched the button and she watched as he waited for the call to connect.

  It sounded like a man, and whoever it was had a smart-assed greeting for him.

  “Ha, ha, ha,” Tony said. “Like I’d want to put a butt-plug in your ass, dude. Listen, I need help…”

  Whoever it was, Tony had to pause for a moment for them to stop laughing after relaying the short version of the tale to them.

  “Ross, if I wanted my balls busted, I’d call Tilly or Abbey.”

  Ah, question answered.

  “No is fine,” Tony said, “but come on, please, I have a ton of stuff to do today, and I owe Shayla breakfast—thank you. I appreciate it, and yes, I owe you.” Tony ended the call.

  “Well?”

  He smiled. “They’re going to bring us Loren’s car to use this morning. We’ll go have breakfast, get the regular tire fixed or buy a new one, go buy a car, drop her car off, and then I’ll come home and change the tire.”

  “That sounds like a busy morning.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “Since I have a pet to fuck and spank again somewhere in there, it is.” He kissed her, then lightly swatted her on the ass. “Run inside, please, and get me a pair of work gloves from the garage. They’re on their way. They’ll be here in about ten minutes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Twenty minutes later, they were on their way, in Loren’s car, Tony driving and the echoes of their friends’ laughter still ringing in their ears.

  “I bet Lynn uses this in a book somewhere,” Shayla said.

  “Gee, pet, ya think?” But he grinned and reached for her hand, squeezing it and holding on. “I swear we’ll laugh about this someday.”

  “But today is not that day,” she joked.

  “No, I’m pretty sure I’m already laughing about this.” At the next light he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, smiling at her. “Did I tell you today how much I love you?”

  Sweet pleasure rolled through her. He’d shaved this morning and looked less exhausted than he had last night. “I love you, too, Sir.”

  * * * *

  “Well? What do you think, pet?” Tony asked Shayla after they’d both test-driven it.

  The Honda Pilot, in Obsidian Blue, was a different shade of blue than his CRV, and was less than a year old, with only ten thousand miles on it. But it came with a like-new warranty and with a deep discount.

  “It’s pretty. But you’ll normally be driving it, Sir.”

  He sighed. “Why won’t you let me buy you a new car?”

  “Technically they’re both our cars,” she said. “We’re buying us a new car.” She hooked an arm through his and looked up at him with those sweet hazel eyes of hers. “I like driving your car, Sir.”

  “Let’s do this,” he said to his friend. Tony draped his arm around Shayla for the walk inside to the office to start the paperwork.

  Two hours later, they were done, and the dealership had handled the registration transfer for them so they could use the tag from Shayla’s car.

  Tony also got full insurance on it, including the extra gap-coverage, just in case. They had great credit, so it was worth the few extra bucks a month for peace of mind.

  Considering their shitty-assed luck lately, it was more than worth the expense.

  Before they left the dealership, Tony moved the new tire out of Loren’s trunk and into the back of the Pilot. They still needed to drop off Loren’s car, go home, Tony had to change the tire on the CRV, and then take that out to get the donut fixed.

  By the time all was said and done, it was nearly six o’clock when they returned home, plus Tony had gone ahead and ordered a new wheel for the CRV while they were at the dealership, and had ordered a tire for it while getting the donut fixed, so they’d have a full-sized spare for it in addition to the donut.

  If Shayla was going to be driving it, he wanted her to be safe. They could stash the donut in the garage.

  Once they were locked inside the house, they stripped and he buckled her collar and cuffs on her so she could heat them up leftover pizza. He sprawled on the couch and channel-surfed while waiting for dinner.