He stared at her for a moment before he finished the rest. “This ring isn’t just a piece of stone in a metal band. It’s my love for you that will never die.”
“You said you practiced weeks so you could say it without choking up.”
He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. “I still did.”
“It was the most romantic thing I ever heard in my life.”
He buried his head against her shoulder. “Are you coming back to me?”
“In bits and pieces.” She tilted his head up. “Slowly but surely.”
“Maybe I should thank that guy Kern,” he said.
“Why?”
He smiled. “Apparently it’s triggered something.”
She brushed her lips lightly across his. The feeling electrified every nerve ending in her body. She felt his cock stiffen, but he made no move toward her, letting her take control.
She wrapped one leg around his and kissed the tracks of his tears, then his cheeks, his forehead, tracing a tender line down to his ear.
“I want you, Sir,” she whispered. “Please?”
“You don’t know how badly,” his voice broke.
She pulled away and sat up to change position, but he stopped her.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
“What?”
He motioned to Doogie, who still hadn’t moved. “Him for one. He’s probably about to pop. Two, I’m out of condoms.”
She let out a frustrated groan.
“I only grabbed one extra from Tony’s because they’re joined in pairs. I stuck the extra in my pocket. We never needed condoms except for toys. I moved all of that over to the house…right after. Didn’t want anyone poking around in it. Unless you want to get pregnant, which I don’t think is a good idea at this exact time, we need to get more condoms.”
“Hell.”
He laughed, pulling her on top of him and kissing her. “Hey, I had a case of blue balls for the past few weeks. I think you can survive a couple of hours.”
They grabbed a shower—together, and she shaved her pussy for good measure—and headed out to brunch. Then they returned to the condo to grab their stuff and Doogie and went to the house.
Rob smiled as soon as they were inside with the door securely locked behind them. “Do I need to remind you?”
She grinned and stripped, a little giggle escaping her as he buckled her play collar around her neck. Then he hooked a finger through the D-ring and led her into the bedroom.
With a smile he shoved her back onto the bed, where she landed with a bounce.
“Stay,” he ordered before kneeling down. He pulled stuff out from under the bed and she realized it was their storage tubs full of toys and other gear.
He triumphantly held up a condom. “Aha!”
“Yay!”
He also tossed her leather wrist and ankle cuffs onto the bed.
Then he stood, the Hitachi vibrator in his hand. “I think you know what I want to do with this, don’t you?”
She nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He put it on the bed and rummaged around a little more to find what he wanted. He produced one of the less stingy paddles, a small riding crop, and several clips. “On your back.”
He used the clips to fasten her wrists and ankles together, then made her lift her legs and used a short piece of rope with clips at both ends to clip her wrists to her ankles.
She was essentially hog-tied, her pussy exposed.
He stripped and knelt in front of her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. It was such a relief to see that expression on his face instead of the sadness, or anger on her behalf, that he’d worn for the past few weeks.
He bent his head to her pussy and swiped his tongue along her shaven flesh. “By the way, don’t forget to keep yourself shaved from now on.”
She tried to focus, but she already felt herself slipping into subspace. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He licked her again, swiping his tongue along her clit and making her moan. She felt him pick up the paddle and knew what would come next. “You may come.”
He continued licking her, even as he lightly slapped at her thighs with the paddle, not painful, just a little stingy, enough bite in each impact to send her over the cliff again and again as he sucked and licked her clit.
Then he sat up and gave her several hard whacks along her ass cheeks, in the crease where they met her upper thighs, making her howl.
“Aw, my poor girl.” Before the sting had even faded he bent his head and began licking her again, turning her howls into plaintive whimpers as he drove her toward pleasure.
He repeated this several times, until he was ready for something different. He put down the paddle, picked up the Hitachi and the riding crop, and changed position so he was sitting next to her, his back to her, and the arm holding the Hitachi rested against her restrained legs.
“Again, come as much as you want.” He flicked the Hitachi on and pressed it against her clit.
She didn’t bother trying to stifle her moans as a larger orgasm washed over her. He started slapping at her ass with the riding crop even as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of her until she sobbed and screamed and moaned and couldn’t tell pleasure from pain anymore.
He finally switched off the Hitachi and turned, a gorgeous smile on his face. “Any more complaints about being horny?”
She rapidly shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He knelt in front of her, rolled the condom on, and got into position.
Slowly, savoring it, he slid his cock inside her.
He smiled down at her. “Such a good girl you are. My good girl.”
He took his time, building up and slowing down until she realized he was waiting for her to come again before he let his own release happen.
He cocked his head at her. “Do you need a little assistance?”
She finally nodded.
He grinned and stopped moving. She was about to change her mind and tell him no, she thought she could go over, when he grabbed the Hitachi and switched it on, pressing it against her clit.
He leaned forward, driving his cock deep inside her as she came. She closed her eyes and rode it, arching her back, helpless to do anything but lie there and take what he gave her.
She didn’t bother counting how many. It wasn’t until he laughed and switched it off again and started moving that she opened her eyes. He grinned as he fucked her, hard and fast, until his eyes fell closed and he came with a final thrust before falling still.
Winded, she lay there, eyes closed, happy.
He finally withdrew. She heard him in the bathroom before he returned and unclipped her.
Crawling into bed, she curled up in his arms, never wanting the moment to end.
“I love you, Sir.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I love you, too, baby girl. I love you so much, you have no idea.”
Monday morning, they slept in a little and Rob was glad he didn’t have to go to work. He made the coffee while Laura let Doogie out the back door into the fenced yard. She walked around with him, watching him sniff until he decided on the exact spot. When he took an interest in one corner of the back fence, she followed him over.
“What is it?”
He let out a little growl, his attention focused on the wetlands beyond the fence.
Coming out of the mangroves, through the Spanish needles and tall grass, easily visible in the dew-laden morning, was a freshly beaten-down path. It stopped near the corner of the fence and looked like someone or something had stood there for quite a while from the size of the area and the way the grass and weeds were pressed down more than the actual path.
Laura turned and looked at the house. The living room and master bedroom windows faced this corner.