Page 42 of Shattered Dreams
“Damn straight.” She blew him a kiss. “If I remember right, you love drinking them out of me.”
His breath caught in his throat at the reminder of the night they’d both indulged a bit more than was probably wise and he’d ended up pouring one all over her sexy pussy and decided to lick it all off. “Tease.” He pressed the heel of his hand against his stirring cock. “Distracting me with sex.”
“Always.” She agreed. “I realize this is hard for you, Master. You probably feel like your body has betrayed you. But last I checked, your dick still works. It filled my mouth up well enough.” She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “We can find positions that don’t hurt you. The last thing I want is to cause you pain. Not to mention you still have a working tongue and fingers. We’ll adapt.”
“Funny. Elliot told me the same thing.” He sighed. “Perhaps I should’ve listened to him.”
“Yeah, he’s a pretty wise man when it comes to certain things. He listened when I told him how scared I was when you were in the hospital. He lost his wife, so he gets how important it is not to squander our time together. Our life isn’t all roses, Master, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
“Even though I can be a right bastard at times?”
“Doesn’t matter.” She grinned at him. “Because now that Daddy is here, he can remind you what being a bastard gets you?” She leaned in. “And let me tell you, I know from experience, he wields a wicked spoon.” She rubbed her bottom. “In fact, I think I’m gonna hide them all.”
“I’ll just buy him more.” Max smiled, happiness filling him. This felt good. Almost better than the orgasm she’d given him earlier. He looked over at her. “Forgive me?”
“Nothing to forgive, Master.” She reached for the papers resting on the arm of the couch. “So, are you ready to find out how kinky Daddy is? Something tells me that anal sex is definitely gonna be on the table.”
Max bit his lower lip at the glee in her tone. His little wife was an anal whore. She loved it almost more than she did vaginal sex. “One could only hope.” He pushed the chair a little closer to the couch, then tugged her feet into his lap. “You read aloud, while I rub.”
Her whole face lit up. “Are we really doing this, Master?”
“Yeah. We’re really doing it. Providing he doesn’t want to smear peanut butter all over me.” He gave a mock shudder. He hated peanut butter.
Chapter Seventeen
“So, did you use the time I was gone wisely?” Elliot poured himself a cup of coffee. He was once more in the kitchen nook of the Rodkin’s. He was pleasantly full from his meal with Penelope and her girl-friend, but he always had room for a cup of coffee. So, when Elizabeth had suggested they meet in the kitchen, he’d agreed. Seated at the table, she already had her own mug, while Max was using a pair of arm braces to lower himself into the chair across from her. As soon as he was situated, he propped the braces against the edge of the table. Just seeing the man upright and walking – even with the aid of arm braces – was heartwarming.
“Yes.” Lizzie lifted her mug to her lips and took a sip.
In front of her was not only his own check list, but another folded and battered set of papers. Elliot could only assume that it was her list of limits and kinks. He could only hope that was good news for their future.
“We’re not fixed completely, Daddy, but we’re definitely on the mend.” She smiled first at him, then at her husband.
“I see.” He sat down in the third chair adjacent to them. “So, what does that exactly mean?”
“We’re gonna take it one day at a time.” Max toyed with the mug in front of him. “Lizzie is going to go with me to P.T. and give me nightly massages.”
“That’s awesome.” Elliot nodded. “She needs to be part of your recovery. It will soothe any fears she has and will probably bring you two closer.”
“Yeah.” Max covered Lizzie’s hand with his. “I forgot for a while that she’s not just my submissive. She’s my partner as well.”
“Right.” Lizzie smiled. “And it won’t be a chore to put my hands on his body. I miss touching him.”
Max shifted a bit uncomfortably in his chair. “Yeah. About that…”
Lizzie arched a brow at her husband. “No ‘take backs’, Master. I love your body, no matter what scars you have.”
Elliot looked from one to the other, not sure where to go from here. It made him happy they were working together and finally communicating. But where the hell did he fit in at?
“We also talked about your role in our relationship going forward, Elliot.” Max met his gaze for the first time since Elliot had sat down. “As Lizzie’s dominant, I have no issue with her calling you Daddy or the role you seem to have taken on with her. But…”
“It’s not the right role for you.” Elliot finished for him. “I get it. Our part of this relationship is – no, will be - different than the one I forged with Elizabeth. She seems to need a Daddy as well as a Master. I don’t expect that from you.” He tilted his head. “We just need to figure out whatit isthat you need from me.”
Max sighed. “Structure. Stability. Someone to call me on my shit when I get wrapped up in my own head, I guess.”
Elliot took a sip of his own coffee. “Like a Head of the Household?”
Max shrugged. “I don’t know if that’s what you want to call it. I don’t need just discipline. I also need someone to tell me it’s okay when I fuck up. Which I will.”
