Page 19 of It'll Be Fun
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Ross struggled not to burst out laughing as Loren hurried down the hall to their bedroom. From the look of aggravation on her face when she’d walked through the door, he knew damn well she’d planned to zip right back to their bathroom and take the plug out.
Why does she put up with me?
Still, he smiled. Because now he had a new toy with which to aggravate her. Or, with which to threaten to aggravate her.
And yes, he knew damn well how to ride that extremely fine line between aggravating her, and pissing her off and needing to issue an genuine apology to her.
Honestly? He was shocked she’d lasted as long as she had this morning. He’d fully expected to receive a text or call from her safewording before she even reached the restaurant.
Guess her stamina’s a lot better than I thought it was.
Either that, or she was used to him.
He finally let a soft giggle burp free. He’d hung up from their earlier phone call absolutelyhowlingwith laughter. It’d taken every last ounce of self-control he’d possessed not to start laughing during their call.
Man, was she aggravated at me.
He knew she wasn’t seriously upset, because she would have either shut off her phone’s Bluetooth, or taken the thing out and turned it off, or both, and then informed him later. There were safety valves in their relationship.
That she chose to call him meant he’d only driven her to the aggravation plateau, not over the cliff into “that’s a red from now on.”
Once he knew he could follow her without laughing, he set his tablet aside, rose from the couch, and followed her to their bedroom. There, he stripped, grabbed a few items he’d need, and sat on the end of their bed to await her. He’d been looking forward to this all morning.
When she emerged from the bathroom, he was ready. She walked over to their closet, where Ross kept a couple of canes, selected one, and brought it back to him, kneeling in front of him and holding it up to him with both hands. “I’m ready, Master.”
So was he, his cock already thick and hard and definitely looking forward to fulfilling this tradeoff with her.
“Such a good girl.” He took the cane from her and crooked a finger at her to rise. She knew as well as he did that this wasn’t real “punishment.” They had a very strict ritual for punishment, and he hated doling it out. Usually when he did, it was because she wanted it for an infraction real or perceived she felt she needed it for.
This was “funishment” and play.
Her hazel eyes met his as she stood and leaned over the end of the bed, where she wiggled her ass at him with a playful smirk.
He finally laughed. “You can be a brat, you know that?”
“So says the man who made me add ‘markers’ and ‘Christmas trees’ to my hard-limits play list.”
“Fair enough.” He kissed her, taking his time and savoring this.
How close he came to never having her in his life, how horribly things could’ve gone all those years ago, to take her or him, to separate them.
Ross stepped behind her and stroked her back, leaned in to kiss his way down her spine and making her shiver in good ways as he did. This was always perfection between them. Making love always held a little bit of spice, because it worked better for both of them that way. Neither of them would be happy with vanilla, and they both knew it.
Whether it was rope, or impact play, or something else along the kinky spectrum to add a pinch of pain and a pound of pleasure to their sex, that’s what worked for them.
“Did you lube that sweet little hole for me, baby?” he asked. “‘Or do I need to do that after I give you your strokes?”
“You’re primed and ready to go, Master.”
He grinned. “You know me so well, girl.”
“I’d better.” She cast a sexy smile at him over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t be a very damn good slave if I didn’t.”
A shadow washed through his soul and he leaned in to kiss her, a hand fisting her reddish blonde hair. “You’re aperfectslave,” he said, his voice suddenly thick with emotion.
She scowled and drew back to look at him. “Red. What’s wrong?”
