Page 45 of Shattered Dreams
“Yes, Daddy.” She bounced out of the room.
Max swallowed hard as he realized that Elliot had sent Elizabeth out, so as to not have her witness his first punishment. “Thank you, Sir.”
Elliot kept his gaze on Max as he slowly stood. “I know this is hard for you. But I won’t be able to fulfill the role you gave me, if I let your actions slide.”
“I know.” He glanced warily at the ruler lying on the table still. “I’m assuming that’s for me, since you didn’t use it on her.”
“One day, I might be able to spank your sexy ass, but until then, I will have to be creative in how I punish you. I won’t risk jarring your injury.” Elliot picked up the ruler. “Hands on the table, palms down, please.”
“You’re going to smack my knuckles, Sir?” He tried to keep his voice steady. He’d never had such a punishment, but he’d heard of it.
“Yes.” Elliot’s gaze never wavered. “You earned the earlier punishment by doubting my integrity and cursing, but this punishment is for what I walked in on earlier today. Is it acceptable for you to yell at our submissive?”
Max flinched. “I was upset.”
“I know you were.” Elliot crouched down until their eyes were level. “And if the roles were reversed, and you walked in on me screaming at Elizabeth?”
“I’d have wanted to punch you in the mouth. She’s a wonderful submissive that doesn’t deserve to be screamed at.”
“Exactly.” Elliot agreed. “Which is why I am going to rap your knuckles twice on each hand. Maybe tomorrow when it hurts to curl your fingers, you’ll remember why it’s not a good idea to yell at the precious woman who gives her submission to you.”
Shame filled Max. Sir was right, he shouldn’t have treated her like that, even though he’d been scared and angry. He slowly laid his hands palm down on the table. “I’m ready, Sir.”
“I will make this quick.” Elliot promised, his gaze determined. “We have a date with a couch and our pretty little submissive.”
“Yes, Sir.” He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to watch as Sir doled out his punishment.
Fire raced up his arms seconds later, as Sir brought down the ruler across his knuckles. He hadn’t lied when he’d said that he’d make them quick. It was over in less than five seconds. Max was gasping, trying to control the urge to cry. A tear still escaped and trickled down his cheek. “Da..darn it.” He brushed his cheek with his arm to wipe away the offending wetness, only to have another set of tears replace it.
“Shhh.” Elliot was there, his arms coming around Max and gently lifting him out of the chair. “It’s okay. All is forgiven, Maxwell.”
His soothing words only made the damned tears flow faster, as Elliot carried him into the family room. He was barely aware of Elliot sinking down onto the couch and arranging Max on his lap.
“Daddy?”
He barely heard Lizzie, his tears falling faster.
“He’s fine.” Elliot’s chest rumbled under his cheek. “He needs to cry, I think.”
There was a silence, and Max wondered if his wife would turn away in disgust. Instead, he felt her soft hand against his cheek, before her familiar warmth pressed against the side that wasn’t pressed up against Sir. She must have knelt down between Elliot’s legs. “It’s okay, Master. We’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Her gentle acceptance released the final flood gates on his constant companions of grief, pain and frustration. It all came pouring out in waves of tears, until he’d thoroughly soaked the front of Elliot’s t-shirt. Through it all though, neither Sir nor Lizzie moved away from him. They held him through it all, until finally all cried out, he dozed off surrounded by the two most important people in his life.
Chapter Eighteen
Six Weeks Later
“Oh, my god…please Master.”
The sound of Elizabeth babbling had Elliot pausing in the entryway of the house he was spending more and more time at than his own. It was hard to believe it had been nearly six weeks since they’d hammered out their agreement. He kicked off his shoes, then padded down the hall to find out what mischief his submissives had gotten up to. From the sounds of it, it was of the sexual variety and his cock wholly approved – even though it hadn’t been invited to the party yet.
Not for a lack of trying on their parts.
He’d gotten numerous halting requests from both Elizabeth and Maxwell, a few texts, and even one attempt at phone sex, but Elliot had held firm. His dick was going to stay in his pants until the other two caught up with him, because it had taken very little effort on his part to fall for both of them. He was just waiting for those three little words. Until he got them, his wrist would continue to get a workout nearly every night. One might have thought that he was a young buck again, as many times as he jerked off. But he refused to cheapen what they could have by rushing things.
He came to a stumbling halt just inside the family room, because in the center of it, on a padded mat that was used for the exercises the physical therapist ordered, Maxwell was lying on his back. His workout shorts were shoved down enough to bare his erection, while Elizabeth…sweet Elizabeth...had been coaxed into lowering her sweet pussy onto her husband’s waiting mouth. Which Maxwell was taking full advantage of, if the sounds being ripped free of their sub, along with the flush rising up her chest to beyond her neck were any indication? She looked like she was a hair’s breadth away from creaming all over her husband’s face.
“I’m…please I’m going to…” She fell forward, catching her weight on her arms. Even from his position by the door, he could see the way her thighs were trembling. His mouth went dry. She was on the verge of coming, and more than anything he wanted to see her face as she climaxed.
