Thinking back, she remembered she had. “I’m sorry.”
He kissed her forehead. “Stop apologizing.”
Now there was something she wanted to do to round off the recovered memories. No, not everything was there with her relationship with him, but one thing was.
She looked up at him before pushing him back against one of the spanking benches. She grinned as she sank to her knees again and worked on his belt.
He grinned, too, and didn’t bother stopping her. His cock instantly grew hard, making it difficult to work the zipper down, but she finally had him freed from his briefs.
Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Their gazes locked as she flicked her tongue out and licked at the head. The past and present merged as she remembered what she’d said to him that night.
“I’ve been dying to do this to you, Sir.” She slowly engulfed his cock in her mouth, licking, teasing, tasting, her gaze not leaving his.
He reached down and stroked her cheek. “Such a good girl,” he cooed.
It only served to fire her need. She sucked him deep into her mouth, her other hand cupping his sac and gently rolling it against her palm as she worked his cock. She wanted to make him come, wanted to drain his balls.
Wanted to taste him.
It didn’t take long before his shaft tightened and his entire body tensed. “Get ready,” he warned just before she felt his balls draw up tight and fill her mouth with his cum.
She closed her eyes, moaning as she swallowed, enjoying this, savoring it, wishing the moment would never end.
Then he laughed.
“What?” She looked up at him.
“At least Tony didn’t interrupt us this time.”
Rob wasn’t done, however. He wasn’t about to waste a moment’s time. He ordered her to strip and bent her over the same spanking bench, where he placed his left hand on the back of her neck to pin her down before spanking her with his bare hand.
When he began lightly slapping her pussy, she closed her eyes and moaned, arching her back to get more contact.
“Such a good girl,” he said. “Don’t move.” He left her side. She heard him rummaging around for a moment before he returned. Then the sound of plastic rustling.
She glanced back and saw he was hard again and had rolled a condom onto his cock.
She looked up at him. “Sir, we don’t use condoms.”
“Are you on the pill again?”
She started to answer, then her mouth snapped shut. No, she’d seen the packages in her medicine cabinet, but hadn’t thought about them. “Sorry, Sir.”
He laughed and slapped her ass, a little bit of sting but making her pussy clench again with need. “No apologies tonight.”
He stood behind her and she held still, moaning as he slid his cock deep inside her.
This was something they hadn’t done that first night, but it was something they’d done plenty of other times, right here on this bench.
And damn, did it feel good.
He filled her, big enough to make her pleasantly ache in the good way as his cock stretched her cunt.
Once he was buried deep inside her, he fell still and she felt him reach for something.
She barely had time to process the sound of the click before a low hum filled the room and he pressed the vibrator against her clit.
The moan that rolled out of her as her orgasm exploded came from a totally primitive place inside her. Her fingers locked around the bench’s uprights as she fucked herself back onto his cock. He refused to let up, making her take it, forcing several orgasms out of her.
“You can do it, baby girl,” he urged, amusement tingeing his voice. “You’ve taken this and more. You’re just a little out of practice is all.”
He was right about that. It wasn’t uncommon for him to tie her up and force her to come for a solid hour or more before finally giving in to her begging and fucking her.
He took a couple of hard strokes inside her, triggering another round of orgasms that threatened to take her breath away.
“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck my cock, baby.”
She did, knowing she had no choice but to obey him and let him do what he wanted to her body.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
She didn’t know how long he kept her there, forcing her to come with his cock buried inside her, but she collapsed onto the bench when he turned the vibrator off, set it aside, and grabbed her by the hips.
“I’ll take it easy on you tonight.” He fucked her, hard and fast, and again she had to hold on to the bench, this time to keep from falling off as the sound of his thighs slapping against her ass filled the room.
One more sweet shudder rolled through her as her pussy clamped down on him again.
“Oh, good girl,” he managed, breathless. Then he plunged hard and deep one final time, a groan escaping him as he fell still inside her. He braced himself against the bench, the front of his shirt rubbing along her naked back as he nibbled the nape of her neck.
The feeling of his breath against her flesh felt so good, so right, she wanted to cry.
This is what she’d been missing above all.
Him.
After he caught his breath he got up and stepped into the powder room to clean up before returning to her and gathering her into his arms. “I could not have made it through dinner if I didn’t do that to you first,” he said with a playful smile.
She rested her forehead against him. “Yes, Sir. Me, either.”
Tony looked amused when they emerged from the playroom a few minutes later. Rob had helped Laura clean up and get dressed, but he made her wear her play collar.
Shay rushed into the kitchen. “Well?”
“Pet,” Tony called in a warning tone from the living room, where he sat on the couch watching TV.
Laura threw her arms around her friend. “It’s all good,” she assured her.
After dinner, Rob followed her back to the condo. While she waited at a stop light, she looked down at her hands.
The solitaire glittered in the dim light. She held out her hands, palms down, and stared at them. The pale circle of flesh she’d had when first waking up in the hospital had blended into the rest of her finger on her left hand. She thought about it for several minutes and switched the ring from her right to her left.
That felt better.
Much better.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
They’d collapsed into bed when they got home, both of them exhausted. Friday morning, she was awake a little after five in the morning and watched Rob while he slept.
Her Sir. Her Master.
Unfortunately, he had to go to work that morning to work two back-to-back shifts, and he wouldn’t be home until Sunday morning.
In everything that happened the night before, she hadn’t told him about her lunch with Don Kern and knew she had to do it as soon as possible. The more she thought about it, the worse she felt even though she hadn’t done anything improper.
She climbed out of bed, naked except for her collar, and went to start the coffee.
When Rob made it out to the kitchen a short while later, he gave her a kiss and then stared at her for a moment. “What’s wrong?”
“Is it that obvious?”
He nodded.
She told him the story, starting when Don Kern walked into the dive shop. Rob looked troubled and stared at the floor for a moment before speaking.
“Is he someone you want to go out with? Because if you do—”
“No, Sir!” She grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Just the opposite. The good thing about all this is that it made me realize something.”