Excitable boy, p.8
Excitable Boy,
p.8
She burst out laughing and leaned in for a kiss. “Please stay, Sir.”
“Thank you, baby.” He flopped back and didn’t even bother to look for the TV remote.
He heard Shayla rummaging through the freezer, and she returned a moment later with a makeshift icepack, ice in a zipper-top bag and wrapped with a dish towel. He winced when she put it on there, but he didn’t resist. It was throbbing like a motherfucker now.
I guess I shouldn’t make fun of Rusty and all his self-inflicted accidents.
Shayla put the TV remote in his hand. “Here, Sir. Try not to stab yourself in the eye with it or something.” She snickered.
“If I could chase you, I’d spank you.”
She kissed him. “Yes, I’m sure you would, Sir.”
“Are you humoring me, pet? I feel like you’re humoring me.”
“I would never humor you, Sir.” She grinned, blowing him a kiss before she turned and headed outside.
He felt guilty she was having to unload the car, but now he’d added an ER trip to their “fun.”
Can’t I catch a goddamned break?
Once she had the car unloaded, she went into the office and returned with a rolling chair. “Okay, Sir. In that.”
He sat up. “Oh. That’s not a bad idea.”
“I have a few good ones, you know.”
She helped him out to the CRV and into the passenger side. An hour later, his foot was turning pretty shades of purple, but X-rays showed he hadn’t broken anything. They gave him crutches and a soft brace to keep it immobile and told him it would probably feel a lot better in a day or two.
He hobbled inside the house without assistance and managed not to impale himself on anything in the process.
Instead of stopping at the couch, he headed all the way to their bedroom and collapsed onto their bed.
Shayla followed, carrying her collar, cuffs, and wearing a playful smile. “Want to put these on me, or should I get a crash helmet first?”
He held his hand out for them. “You’re wearing too many clothes, pet. Go bring me a paddle.”
She giggled and kissed him, quickly stripping before heading out. When she returned, she carried three different paddles, from mild to holy fuck.
He selected the middle one. “Bend over.” He patted the side of the bed next to him. “Right here.”
Smiling, she did, wiggling her ass at him.
He gave her ten hard swats he knew would leave her wet and horny. “There. Now let’s get your collar and cuffs on.”
Once that was handled, he stripped his shirt and shorts off and stretched out in bed, pointing to his cock. “Get that hard, and you can ride it. Oh, better get the Hitachi, too, because I’m in a moooood.”
She giggled. “Yes, Sir.” She headed out to the living room to retrieve it from the suitcase.
Maybe I need an exorcism or something. Maybe someone cursed me.
All he knew was he’d had more than enough excitement to last him a while. All he wanted to do was spank and fuck his slave and live his life.
Is that too much to ask?
* * * *
Shayla hurried to find the vibrator in their luggage.
Poor Tony.
What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
Right?
She snorted. Well, it could always be worse.
She thought about Leah and Seth, and her mind sobered.
Always. It could always be worse. But they’d been damned lucky.
She found the vibrator and hurried to the bedroom, where he was slowly stroking his cock. At least that was working.
Like it always did, the spanking had left her wet—yay, operant conditioning—and she straddled him, slowly impaling her pussy on his cock before presenting the vibrator to him.
“Your weapon, Sir.” She laughed.
He gave her the Dom scowl. “That was said like a girl who doesn’t want to come for a couple of weeks while Sir has fun fucking whatever hole he wants.”
A little boo-boo pouty lip went a long way, but she knew he wasn’t serious. “Sorry, Sir.” She leaned in and kissed him.
“That’s better.” He motioned with his fingers. “Well, start moving, baby.”
She smiled as she slowly rode him. “Like this, Sir?”
“Sure. That works.” He pressed the vibrator to her clit and turned it on.
Her eyes dropped closed as her climb immediately started. She knew what he wanted tonight, to feel her coming around his cock before he finally let loose and got his.
The simple pleasures.
Especially after what a shit-show this attempt at a vacation had turned out to be.
He reached up with his free hand and played with her nipples. “Don’t hold back, baby. Get it before I get tired of holding this vibrator.”
She cracked an eye open to see him smiling at her. “Yes, Sir.”
His fingers pinched and tugged her nipple. Combined with the nicely stinging glow she felt in her ass, it didn’t take long for him to get her to the top and drop-kick her over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, the fake gruffness gone from his voice now. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”
She threw her head back and rode him harder, faster, the orgasm sweeping her away and driving every other thought from her mind except for him.
The perfect man for her.
“There you go,” he said. “Just like that.”
He finally pulled the vibrator away and switched it off. Then he grabbed her hips and thrust his hips up, deeply fucking her, fingers digging in when his climax hit and he filled her pussy with his cum.
Breathing deeply, she snuggled onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and held her. “Better, baby?” he said, kissing the top of her head.
“Better, Sir.” She closed her eyes. “Perfect.”
After a few minutes to recover, she climbed out of bed, cleaned up, and made him another ice pack for his foot.
With it propped up on pillows, she tucked herself against his side to watch TV. “Let me know when you want dinner, Sir.”
“Not right now.” He kissed the top of her head again, his breath warm against her scalp as he lingered. “Do you know how much I love you, baby?”
She nuzzled him. “Love you, too.”
“I mean it. I—”
“Shh.” She lifted her head and kissed him. “Don’t worry about the dark stuff. We both avoid a lot of ‘what-ifs’ on a daily basis without even knowing it. We’re both safe, and other than you nearly breaking your foot, and needing a new suitcase—and new car—and life goes on.”
He stared into her eyes for a long moment. “I never want to leave anything unsaid with you, baby. I want you to always know I love you.”
She held up her left hand. “This ring tells me you love me. My day collar tells me you love me. Even if I didn’t have those, I know you love me, Tony.”
He sighed, silent for a moment as he seemed to study her face. “Okay, baby. Give me a kiss.”
She smiled and leaned in again, lingering as she kissed him, tracing his lips with her tongue, savoring the brush of his goatee against her chin. “My sexy Sir.”
He snorted. “I don’t feel very sexy right now.”
“I think my dream vacation would be me taking care of you while I’m naked and collared and being your perfect little slave girl.”
“You are my perfect little slave girl, baby.”
She nuzzled noses with him. “Guess it’s a good thing our crazy matches and my brain was so easy to rewire, huh?”
He finally grinned. “Lucky for me.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Maybe I used up all my good luck marrying you and it’s finally catching up with me.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to make more good luck together. We’ll have the rest of our lives together to do it, Sir.”
His finger caught the D-ring on the front of her collar. Lightly tugging, he held her in place to kiss her once more, this time in control of it. When he finally released her, he smiled again. “Do we even have any food in the house?”
“I can rustle something up, or I can call in Chinese, or a pizza.”
“Pizza, please,” he said. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ll go do it.” As she carefully climbed out of bed and headed to the living room to open her laptop and place the order, she realized she wasn’t even disappointed they weren’t “going” anywhere.
As long as she was with Tony, that’s the only place she wanted to be. The where didn’t matter.
Not a damn bit.
THE END
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