Page 17 of It'll Be Fun
But it was the principle of the matter now. Sure, he preferred her being on Top, but when she deliberately baited his sadist out to play, she was going to get him in ways she didn’t expect.
Part of him was hoping that translated into new tactics for her to use on him at some future time. It frequently did, meaning no topping from the bottom for him to get her to do stuff to him.
Easy-peasy.
After about an hour of that, Gilo finally had enough. Plus, his cock was hard again and ready for round two, and he’d be able to last longer this time.
He relieved her of the vibrator, unhooked her ankles, and retook his previous position as he slid his cock inside her pussy. Now he was able to watch the need building in her sweet green eyes as he smiled down at her. With every thrust he took she tried to rock with him, grind against him, despite the position he had her in. Finally, he reached between her legs, found her swollen clit, and pinched it.
Mean, sure, but yes, it did the trick and even as she yelped she was also moaning, her cunt clenching around his cock and milking his own climax from him as he started fucking her again. Before long, he’d added the second load of cum to her pussy and fell still. Once he caught his breath he reached up and finally unclipped her wrists.
He kissed her. “Better?”
She draped her arms around him. “Why do younotremind me how mean you can be before you let me get in trouble with you?” She smiled.
He grinned. “Because you’ve got your own SAM streak in you, baby. Yours just comes out in different ways than mine does.” He nuzzled noses with her. “And because it’s so much fun watching the helpless look in your eyes when you realize you’re not going to best me when I’m in that mode.”
“Love you, Sir.”
One more kiss, then he reached down to unhook her ankles. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”
Chapter Six
Loren wasn’t sure going home was going to be…fun. Of course she wasn’t “afraid” of Ross. If there was anyone in this world she trusted beyond reason and question, it was Ross.
He’dkilledfor her.
But Ross was a sadist, and when she married him she knew and accepted that about him.
Sometimes, however…
She sighed. There would be sadistic pouting, and playful seducing, and probably more than a little tease and denial. He would apologize for being a big, bad dick, even as he nibbled on her ear or the side of her neck. She’d forgive him—of course—because he really hadn’t done anything wrong.
And yes, she could’ve safeworded for it and didn’t. Because she was a masochist and liked going where he led her.
Usually.
Sometimes, however, he’d push her to the bad point of aggravation and she’d have to reel him in.
Then they’d end up doing it all over again, because this was what they’d done for over twenty-five years.
It was kind of theirthing.
She also loved the hell out of the damned sadist. He was the love of her life, and the aggravations were just part of who he was.
He kept her on her toes, and kept her feeling loved and safe. She also felt like she was the center of his universe. The aggravations also let her know she was on his mind, front and center.
Aggravated and safe weren’t mutually exclusive. He also neverharmedher, which was a key point. He knew where the line was there and stayed far away from it.
Another reason why she’d followed him for all these years.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to go to the store today. If she had, she would’ve safeworded for the butt plug.
When she arrived home, she hurried inside, hoping to make it to the bathroom before the sadist intercepted her. Then she could claim the call of nature and remove the damned butt plug.
Except said sadist was sitting in the living room and reading something on his tablet.
Damn.
