She still remembered how to do that.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.
“Don’t you?”
He smiled. “Mrs. Carlton, you know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
She nodded, closing her eyes and enjoying it. “Having fun, aren’t you?” she asked.
He laughed. “Oh yes.”
“Okay then.”
He tried one more time just to make sure. “I know we discussed this…before. Are you sure this is what you want?”
She nodded.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her, then settled her down onto the full length of his cock. He had to hold her still for a moment, not wanting to explode just yet. Her slick cunt tightly gripped his cock, a perfect fit.
Everything about them seemed to fit perfectly together.
Once he knew he had himself under control, he let her take the lead. In a few minutes, when he knew he couldn’t take it anymore, he began thrusting up into her, rocking together, easily finding a rhythm.
She still knew how make him moan. He gently stroked her clit with his thumb, bringing her almost to the edge. When he knew she was ready he thrust up hard, met her strokes, their eyes locked.
He waited until her eyes dropped closed, letting out a soft cry at the same time her pussy clenched around his cock. That’s when he finally let go and moaned, exploding inside her and filling her with his cum. When it was over she collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing a blanket up over them.
The fire crackled beside them, defining their entire world. No fear, no worries, no hurts, only them entwined and the comforting house and the fire to warm them. Just when he thought she was asleep she kissed the side of his neck.
“I love you, Sir.”
He hugged her. “I love you, too, baby girl.”
She paused. “You did want kids, right?”
He laughed. “Now’s a pretty bad time to ask, doncha think?”
He rolled them over and stared down at her, loving her, wishing he could freeze the night and capture the moment forever. “You do remember you said I could name a boy Iggy, right?”
She laughed, reaching up to tickle him. He pinned her arms as he kissed her, feeling himself stiffen inside her once again.
She glanced down. “Looks like you’ve got something that needs taken care of, Sir.”
“Then why don’t we?”
It was nearly midnight when they drifted to sleep in front of the dying fire.
Laura woke in the middle of the night. The fire was almost out and the house had chilled. She wiggled free of Rob’s arms and turned the thermostat up. The dogs were all asleep in the kitchen and nothing seemed amiss.
Then why am I so jumpy?
She retrieved Rob’s robe from the bedroom and made the rounds of the house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked. At the front door she flipped on the outside flood lights, carefully looking around before turning them off again.
Something had woken her.
She went around to the back door and turned on the light. A shadowy shape huddled on the ground out at the farthest reaches of the light. She couldn’t tell what it was. Looking around, she unlatched the door and stepped out onto the porch, taking a few steps out.
It was Peter. The buckskin was lying down. That didn’t make sense, because she’d latched the stall doors before they went out to dinner.
She called to the horse, not getting a response. Her breath frosted in front of her and that’s when she realized the gelding wasn’t breathing.
Forgetting caution, she rushed forward, her bare feet hitting something damp. When she looked down she saw the ground was covered in blood. Fighting her nausea she approached the horse and saw his head lay at a grotesque, unnatural angle to his neck.
Because its throat was cut, the head nearly completely severed from its neck.
She opened her mouth to scream and felt hands grab her shoulders, shaking her.
That’s when she sat up and realized she was still on the floor in front of the fire and Rob was trying to break the nightmare’s spell. Outside glowed the soft twilight of a Montana summer dawn.
Relief washed over her and she collapsed, sobbing in his arms. He finally got her to tell him about the dream and he made a point of checking on the horses. They were fine, the dogs were fine, everything was fine.
They moved into the bedroom and she tried to go back to sleep. Just when she didn’t think sleep would be possible she woke up to Rob kissing the back of her neck and whispering breakfast was ready. The nightmare faded into memory and she made the decision to forget it and enjoy the day.
But before she could eat breakfast, he rolled her onto her stomach and examined her ass, stroking her with one hand while pinning her down at the neck with the other.
She instantly felt wet.
He laughed. “Okay, baby girl. You wanted maintenance spankings to resume, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled into the mattress.
He gave her five fast, only slightly stingy swats, across her ass. “You’ve got some nice welts, baby girl. I’m going to take it easy on you until those heal up. But I promised you maintenance spankings.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He rolled her over and kissed her. “Breakfast.” He grinned and left the room before she could protest that now she wanted a hard fucking instead of eggs and bacon.
After a quick stop by the bathroom, and running her hand over her flesh in the mirror and smiling over the now-purple welts marking her flesh, she headed to the kitchen to join him.
Rob wanted to go riding after breakfast. So after he kept her horny while making her give him a blow job in the shower, they set out over the hills on the horses, taking a lunch with them.
Riding proved an added sweet torture, her ass reminding her with every step of the cane strokes.
But happiness and peace filled her. She was his. Utterly, completely.
And he’d more than proved it the night before.
Rob caught her up on events at the shop in person better than he could through email or over the phone. They talked about their past, she asked him about things she remembered. Several times she looked over and stared at the gold band on his left ring finger, and the wedding band now surrounding her engagement ring and felt a warm thrill run through her.
He wasn’t only her Master. Finally, he was her husband.
They had to file the marriage certificate Monday morning, but except for that they were legal. Instead of a ceremony like they originally planned at home, they would show the video and throw a reception party. She played with the rings on her hand, getting used to the pleasantly different feel.
One of the many memories still missing was the day they’d picked them out.
They lunched at her overlook and even watched a bald eagle swoop down and pluck a salmon out of the stream below.
“Wow, that’s awesome.” Rob said.
Laura nodded. “I love this place. I think this is the only thing that’s helped me keep my sanity this entire time.”
He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry about sending you off, baby girl. It was for your own good.”
She nodded. “I know, Sir. I don’t like it, but I understand. I just can’t wait to get home.”
“I think I can.” He leaned over and nuzzled her neck, sending shivers through her.
They would have gone further except Maurie walked over and stuck his nose in their faces, sniffing them.
“Thanks, Maurie,” Laura laughed, gently pushing the gelding away.
Rob groaned, falling back on the ground. “First Doogie, now him. What is it with animals insisting on interrupting my love life?”