She led him inside and showed him around. Doogie forgot his new friends in his eagerness to follow his mom. She helped Rob unload his bags and Doogie’s gear and when Bill returned they went out to eat in Gardiner. Despite Laura’s desire to start for home immediately, she agreed to Rob’s request let him rest for a couple of days.
“You know, it’s not easy putting up with seventy-five pounds of wiggly Lab for several thousand miles.”
She laughed and hugged him. “I guess I can wait that long. With you here, I’m sure I can think of something to fill the time.”
They went to bed early, except they remembered to lock Doogie out of the bedroom.
Rob wasted no time. He began yanking his clothes off before the bedroom door even swung shut behind him.
“Naked,” he ordered in full Dom tone. “Now.”
She took mere seconds to strip.
He extended his hand and snapped his fingers. “Collar.”
She grabbed it and fought the urge to sob with relief when he pointed at the floor by his feet. She held her hair out of the way while he buckled the collar around her neck.
Hooking a finger through the D-ring on the front, he tugged, urging her to her feet. After backing her to the edge of the bed, he put a hand in the middle of her chest and gently pushed.
She fell to the bed with a bounce, giggling.
He smiled. “You laugh now. You just wait.” He rolled a condom onto his cock and straddled her on the bed, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head with one hand while he lined up his cock at the entrance of her pussy with the other.
“Hard and fast, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Because I can’t fucking stand not to be inside you.”
He wasn’t kidding. She let out a soft cry as he thrust hard and deep, her swollen clit rubbing against his body with each stroke.
Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he said, “Come for me, baby. Come now.”
Then he bit down on her shoulder. Hard.
She cried out, her orgasm popping like an overloaded circuit. She thought he made a little growling sound, but then another orgasm washed through her as he kept biting her, the pain serving to amp up her release.
“One more,” he gasped, slamming his hips into her.
Laura wasn’t sure she could handle another one. Maybe it was the forced separation, but it felt like every nerve ending in her body sizzled. With his cock driving hard and deep inside her with each thrust, her body responded. As her cunt clamped down on his cock he let out a grunt of his own she knew meant he was coming, too.
He fell still, his lips now kissing at the spot on her shoulder she suspected would be nice and purple the next morning.
If she was lucky.
“Love you, baby girl.” He released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around him.
“Love you, too, Sir. I missed you.”
It sounded like he sighed. “I missed you, too, baby. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
Rob dragged himself out of bed to clean up and returned a minute later. Exhausted, he fell asleep curled around her. She lay awake for a while, listening to him breathe, remembering what she could of life before the attack.
He woke her early the next morning by burying his face between her legs and quickly erasing all vestiges of sleep from her system. After making her come, he pinned her wrists over her head and fucked her, hard and fast and with a smile on his face that she would have gladly killed anyone for interrupting.
Later, after Rob drifted back to sleep, Laura pulled on some clothes and went outside to feed the horses.
She would miss them. They were a comfort and a path to healing through the quiet rides. After filling their feed buckets she sat and softly talked to them. Maurie, the piebald gelding, nickered to her and nuzzled her foot with his nose. She stroked his fur, laying her face against his neck and smelling his sweet scent.
When a noise startled her she whirled around. Rob stood in the barn doorway, silhouetted by the morning sun.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“That’s okay.”
He knelt next to her and reached out. The gelding cautiously sniffed his hand, blowing a few times before nuzzling him and then reburying his head in the bucket.
“He’s a big Lab, that’s all,” Rob laughed.
“Horses are the ultimate Labs. They’ll eat themselves sick.”
“We could always buy the lot next door, fence it in, and build a pole barn. Our area’s zoned for horses.”
She scratched Peter, a buckskin gelding, behind the ears. “I’ll think about it.” Then she had another thought. “After we get this other stuff behind us.” The horrifying thought of going out one morning and finding a dead, mutilated horse nauseated her.
And with MedicineMan still on the loose, that was a possibility she didn’t doubt. There’s no way she’d ever let Doogie out of her sight outside at the house, much less leave him outside in the yard alone.
They walked back inside, hand and hand. They talked about showering but drifted into bed first. After an hour they rose once more and finally made it into the bath. Rob finished first and made a fresh pot of coffee for Laura. When she emerged, wrapped in Rob’s robe, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“I had an idea,” he said.
“Let’s hear it.”
“I know you said you still wanted to follow our original wedding plans, but how about we fudge a little and go ahead and get married here, before we leave?” He pulled a box out of his pocket and opened it for her.
It was their wedding bands.
She looked at him. “In Montana?”
“Well, unless we’re in outer Mongolia, yeah, Montana.” His face turned somber. “Look, I almost lost you once. And who knows what’s going to happen when we get home. I know I said I wanted to collar you and marry you in front of our friends. But I love you, and I’m bound and determined I’m going to marry you no matter what. I can’t think of a more beautiful place to honeymoon than here. Hell, we were going to honeymoon here anyway.”
He dropped to one knee and held her hand. “Please marry me. I can’t beg or grovel any more than that.” He smiled. “Besides, I put up with Doogie all the way up here. You damn well owe me, baby girl.”
She playfully shoved him. “When?”
“When do you want to do it? How long will it take us to get a license?”
“I don’t know.” She managed to get in touch with Bill at the airfield before he left for a trip and he told her who to contact. By the time he returned home that evening, they had a marriage license.
A friend of his was a notary public. Bill called a couple of his friends, people Laura had come to know during her stay. The next day they drove into Yellowstone. Three hours later, on the boardwalk overlooking the terraces at Mammoth Hot Springs, Laura officially became Laura Carlton.
One of Bill’s friends videotaped the ceremony for them while a second photographed it. They all went out to dinner after, and they returned to Bill’s tired and happy. Bill went home with his girlfriend, leaving Rob and Laura alone.
“Go bring me your collar, baby girl,” he quietly ordered.
She nearly tripped over her feet in her run for the bedroom, earning her a gentle laugh as he watched her. She brought it to him, presenting it.
He took it and pointed at the floor.
This felt beyond right, beyond perfect. Kneeling at her Master’s feet, the world at large nowhere in sight. Just Him.
He buckled it around her throat before gathering her hair in his right hand and tipping her head back so he could look into her eyes.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
He smiled, breaking her heart with its perfection. She knew she could never deny him anything he asked, ever, if it meant earning that smile from him.