Page 15 of It'll Be Fun
“True story.” His focus returned to the pool brush in his hand, even though his cock was rock hard and she wanted to drop to her knees and lick it. But she didn’t, because he’d told her not to earlier that morning. He wanted to get the pool cleaned, and it was a week overdue. “How long before Eliza orders one for Rusty?” he asked.
“Oh, she snapped a picture of the app.”
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t make you wear yours this morning?”
He arched an eyebrow at her, his playful smirk making her clit throb and stilling the giggle threatening to break free. “Yes, Sir.”
“Why are you still wearing clothes, by the way?”
“Because I just got home.” Last weekend, they’d spent it with Gilo totally in bottom mode.
This weekend, Sir was in the house, and Abbey really wasn’t in the mood to challenge him for Top spot despite starting the morning a little frisky and getting him to make a trade. That was the beauty of this thing they had, that they could be so fluid with each other.
His default, in general, was Abbey as the Top, and they were both happy with that. But sometimes, John Gilomen’s Dominant wanted out and in control.
Even if he was naked and cleaning their pool.
And Abbey was usually happy to let that happen.
Abbey started stripping right there. Their eight-foot privacy fence around the backyard meant no one could see them.
“Better, Sir?” she asked once she was naked.
“Damn right, it is.”
She grabbed her clothes and headed inside. Best thing to ever happen to her was her ex dumping her after she’d hurt her back. A short series of events transpired, concluding with her taking John up on his offer to let her move in with him as a roommate while she got back on her feet following her surgery.
He’d ended up saving her life, because she’d ended up with a post-op infection and had to be rushed back to the hospital. But even before then, she’d felt herself bonding with the guy who, up until that point, most of their friends only knew his SAM side.
And that was a coping mechanism. He was the safety officer for a power company, and that meant stressful situations. That was in addition to a tragic childhood, losing his parents in a murder-suicide when he was only twelve.
Getting the crap beaten out of him was how he coped, sometimes.
Fortunately, during those times, she was happy to oblige him.
She was in the utility room doing laundry when he returned to the house a little while later, walked in without a word, grabbed her by the hair, and kissed her into a squishy puddle.
His greenish hazel gaze narrowed. “Bedroom, girl,” he softly said. “Now.”
His cock was hard and she felt her pussy throb in response. “Yes, Sir!” She hustled to do it, no arguments from her.
Even if she’dwantedto argue with him while he was in this mode, she wouldn’t dare.
Not when she was about to get a delicious fucking from him.
He’d apparently snuck in and prepared while she was doing the laundry. He’d already laid out wrist and ankle cuffs and a cane. She wasn’t a masochist like he was, so he always went easier on her, but enough to let her feel it and make the pleasure that much sweeter.
He followed her into the bedroom and caught her by the hair again, more kissing as he backed her toward the bed and pushed her down on top of it. Then he sat up, straddling her, and fastened the wrist and ankle cuffs onto her and flipped her onto her hands and knees.
“You shouldn’t have put the butt plug in me this morning if you didn’t want to be punished for it, baby,” he growled against her ass before biting her on the right cheek, then the left. “That was teasing the tiger.”
She giggled. “Hey, I turned it down to low.”
He sat up and grabbed the cane. “I warned you what the trade was, baby.”
“But you like butt plugs.”
“Not the point. We negotiated a trade. Time to pay up with that sweet ass.” That was all the warning he gave her before he delivered the ten hard cane strokes against her ass.
