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“Naps here and there. Not a full night’s sleep. I really need to stay awake until we get home, and then maybe I should go to a guest bedroom? I think I’ll sleep twelve or fourteen hours, once I’m down.” Davy’s fingers are magic. He can give several kinds of foot rubs, and this one felt good, and was relaxing, but it wasn’t going to put me to sleep.

“Have you eaten?” Will asked.

I nodded. “We had food on the plane. I ate four burgers and a plate full of fries.”

They kept me talking until we got home, and then I fell into bed and crashed. Will insisted I sleep in our bed, and promised not to wake me when they came to bed later.

Chapter 44

Davy

Boot camp was even more intense with Micca home. She woke around four in the morning and had me help her re-organize her closet. She stroked my cock over the cage every chance she got, played with my balls, and changed out my butt plug a couple of times before putting the smart one in and programming it to constantly change the way it vibrated. It’s an odd shape, so it presses against my prostate, and it drove me fuckingcrazy.

When I didn’t hear her issue an order because of it, she put her fingers to her lips to remind me to be quiet, and then she gave me six strokes of the cane. I was in tears after the third, but I managed to remain silent.

I didn’t miss hearing any more orders.

Will didn’t get out of bed until around nine, and he put me on the fucking station for my morning belting. He added some cane strokes to go along with Sir’s from earlier, and then had me kneel so he could fuck my face, rather than taking my ass.

When I’d swallowed his load, he said, “Downstairs to work out, slave. Everything today, and don’t skimp on your core or I’ll take it out on your balls.”

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Micca

“You look better,” Will told me once Davy was gone. “Tired, but better. I want to feed you.”

I nodded. Davy isn’t big on breakfast, and that actually worked for me this morning. It felt like Will and I needed some time together, just the two of us. I’d had it with Davy while we worked in my closet, and I was caught up on all of his projects at work. I’d found out in the limo the day before that Will had started another boot camp, but I figured there was a story behind it Will didn’t want to talk about in front of our boy.

“Steak and eggs with a side of bacon?” he asked.

I nodded because that was fine, but I wanted more. “And a huge skillet of fried potatoes. Hell, maybe some biscuits and gravy, too.”

We talked while we cooked, and I asked, “Why the unscheduled boot camp for Davy?”

“I got lost in contracts and negotiations. Lots of legal paperwork, and I have to focus to make sure everything’s exactly right. When I checked Davy’s spreadsheets and took a good look around the house, I realized I was neglecting him, and his work showed it. Another boot camp seemed like a good idea before the wedding, once I considered the best way to deal with it. I read through his recent book entries to you before we started. Didn’t see anything notable. He missed you and hoped you were safe. Wished he could talk to you more, but understood how busy you are while on an op.”

I can get lost in just watching Will move. He’s like a living, breathing version of sex no matter what he does, and this morning, just watching him fry bacon was doing it for me. “I’ve apparently gone too long without sex, because you holding a frying pan is doing it for me this morning.”

He gave me a cocky look, turned the eye off, set the pan to the side, did the same with the potatoes on the back eye, and took the apron off on his way across the kitchen.

“Oh, we’re cooking breakfast! I didn’t mean right now!” I really hadn’t because I was hungry, but he was on a mission, and his jeans were off in mere seconds. The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the kitchen table with Will pulling my joggers off.

And then he was inside me, and it turned out I had other hungers to feed after all. Will entered me all at once, hard and fast, and I reached out to grab the edges of the round table. When Will’s in this kind of mood, the best you can do is hold on for dear life and just ride the pleasure.

“That’s it,” he said. “Lie back and enjoy.”

Once upon a time I’d have seen that as a challenge, but with Will, I knew he meant it. He enjoys getting me off over and over, watching me come unglued, and that’s exactly what happened.

Orgasm after orgasm until I was sure I couldn’t come again, but I did. Again and again.

He didn’t come inside me, though. He came on my stomach when he finally let loose, and then played with it a while, fingerpainting it all around before he wet a cloth and cleaned me up.

“I can’t wait until I can call you my wife, but my fiancé works for now,” he said as he wiped me down.

“Goes both ways, and I agree. Is the bacon salvageable?”

“We’ll see. If not, I can start over with fresh. I’m guessing the oven is fully preheated.”

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