Page 36 of Excitable Boy
She leveled a finger at him. “Stay.”
“I’mnotwearing a butt-plug for you, pet. Not even if you tell me my ass is gorgeous.”
She burst out laughing and leaned in for a kiss. “Please stay, Sir.”
“Thank you, baby.” He flopped back and didn’t even bother to look for the TV remote.
He heard Shayla rummaging through the freezer, and she returned a moment later with a makeshift icepack, ice in a zipper-top bag and wrapped with a dish towel. He winced when she put it on there, but he didn’t resist. It was throbbing like a motherfucker now.
I guess I shouldn’t make fun of Rusty and all his self-inflicted accidents.
Shayla put the TV remote in his hand. “Here, Sir. Try not to stab yourself in the eye with it or something.” She snickered.
“If I could chase you, I’d spank you.”
She kissed him. “Yes, I’m sure you would, Sir.”
“Are you humoring me, pet? I feel like you’re humoring me.”
“I wouldneverhumor you, Sir.” She grinned, blowing him a kiss before she turned and headed outside.
He felt guilty she was having to unload the car, but now he’d added an ER trip to their “fun.”
Can’t I catch a goddamned break?
Once she had the car unloaded, she went into the office and returned with a rolling chair. “Okay, Sir. In that.”
He sat up. “Oh. That’s not a bad idea.”
“I have a few good ones, you know.”
She helped him out to the CRV and into the passenger side. An hour later, his foot was turning pretty shades of purple, but X-rays showed he hadn’t broken anything. They gave him crutches and a soft brace to keep it immobile and told him it would probably feel a lot better in a day or two.
He hobbled inside the house without assistance and managed not to impale himself on anything in the process.
Instead of stopping at the couch, he headed all the way to their bedroom and collapsed onto their bed.
Shayla followed, carrying her collar, cuffs, and wearing a playful smile. “Want to put these on me, or should I get a crash helmet first?”
He held his hand out for them. “You’re wearing too many clothes, pet. Go bring me a paddle.”
She giggled and kissed him, quickly stripping before heading out. When she returned, she carried three different paddles, frommildtoholy fuck.
He selected the middle one. “Bend over.” He patted the side of the bed next to him. “Right here.”
Smiling, she did, wiggling her ass at him.
He gave her ten hard swats he knew would leave her wet and horny. “There. Now let’s get your collar and cuffs on.”
Once that was handled, he stripped his shirt and shorts off and stretched out in bed, pointing to his cock. “Get that hard, and you can ride it. Oh, better get the Hitachi, too, because I’m in a moooood.”
She giggled. “Yes, Sir.” She headed out to the living room to retrieve it from the suitcase.
Maybe I need an exorcism or something. Maybe someone cursed me.
All he knew was he’d had more than enough excitement to last him a while. All he wanted to do was spank and fuck his slave and live his life.
Is that too much to ask?
