“I know,” he said, but she could hear the sadness in his voice.
On their wedding day, Jack had taken a bullet meant for Abigail. He’d spent time in the hospital and had a long recovery period. Abby wasn’t so sure he’d recovered emotionally yet. He’d been very close to death. As a nurse, she’d seen what facing your own mortality could do to people. For some people, it was a wakeup call. The revelation that they weren’t immortal spurred them to do things they never would have before. There was another portion of the population that retreated. Jack had been a little like that.
It wasn’t that he held himself apart. He was very generous with everything. He told her he loved her. He made love to her every night and a whole lot of the mornings, too. But there was something missing. Abby knew it was the outrageous dominance Jack had always brought to the bedroom before. Jack liked to be in charge, but coming close to death and being weak for so long seemed to have humbled him in a way Abby didn’t like. It had also caused him to stop the little playful experiments he and Sam shared before the incident. Sam had been close to getting what he wanted, and now it seemed a million miles away.
“He just needs a little time,” Sam said.
“Or he needs a good, swift kick in the ass.” Abby rubbed against Sam’s back. She ran her hands down his chest to the front of his jeans. His cock was already erect, but that wasn’t surprising. A slight breeze could get Sam erect. It was one of the things she loved about him. He was always ready to go. She cupped that big cock of Sam’s and felt him sigh.
“You going to give it to him, baby?” Sam’s voice went low and husky. He pressed himself into her hands.
Abby leaned close. She could feel the heat coming off Sam’s body. “I think our Dom needs to be reminded of who he is. When was the last time he punished me? I stayed out until three in the morning at Christa’s three weeks ago and forgot to call. He was panicked by the time he found me. Did he toss me over his knee and spank my ass? No, he very politely requested that next time I leave a note when I’m going to be out late. Seriously? That is not the man I married. He walks like Jack, and he looks like Jack, but I want the real Jack back.”
Sam shook his head. Abby knew he was just as worried about their Dom. “I tried to talk to him, but he just says he’s fine. We haven’t been in the playroom for months. I bitched about it, and he said we’re married now and should show you more respect. I married you because I wanted to do all sorts of dirty things to you. I love you, and I respect the hell out of you. I respect how smart you are, and how funny you can be, and I also respect your blow job skills.”
Abby grinned. “Good to know.” She sobered quickly as she considered the problem. Jack was wrestling with something. He wasn’t willing to talk about it, yet. Maybe what he needed was a little shake-up. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Jack considered Sam his own, just as he believed Abby belonged to him. Sam was just as much Jack’s sub as she was. When the Dom lost control, it was up to the subs to force him to take it back. None of them were truly content with the current situation, and they wouldn’t be until things got back to their weird version of normal.
“See, you are just a bad girl, Abigail Barnes.” Sam groaned as his hands reached around her. He cupped the cheeks of her ass, pulling their bodies together. “I can feel you plotting from here. This better be good, baby. When he comes back to us, I don’t think he’ll come back quietly.”
“Oh, Sam, I intend to make that man roar,” Abby promised. She stopped rubbing him and walked around to face him. She looked into his deep blue eyes. “I’ve been thinking, and I came up with a few things.” She dropped to her knees. It was time to prove to him that she was definitely worthy of his respect. Sick time was over. She was also done with sitting around waiting for Jack to get over whatever he needed to get over. She knew she was walking a dangerous line. She was probably in for the spanking of a lifetime. Luckily, she really liked spankings. Her hands ran up Sam’s thighs to play with the fly of his jeans. “I’ll handle everything. But first, you promised to fill me up.”
Sam tore open his jeans. He shoved them to his knees, freeing his big, beautiful dick. Abby took it in her hand and stroked the soft skin covering his hardness. It was already weeping pre-cum. There was a pearly drop just waiting for her. She gathered it on her tongue and sighed.
“You know me.” Sam thrust his hands in her hair. “I never like to disappoint a lady.”
Jack Barnes wiped his boots off on the mat before he walked into the house. It was March, and it had been raining nonstop for a week. The weather outside matched his general mood, though he had no one incident to tie his malaise to. It was a general restlessness that he couldn’t get rid of. He pulled off his light jacket and hung up his hat before shutting the door.
“You’re early, Mr. Barnes.” A familiar voice greeted him. Benita, his longtime housekeeper, stood in the doorway that led to the kitchen. She had a carrot in one hand and a knife in the other. It was his habit to come in for lunch at noon. He would sit with his best friend and their wife. Today he’d knocked off a bit early because of a message on his cell. He couldn’t return it until he reached the quiet of the house. It was far too noisy to call someone from the back of a horse in the middle of a storm.
“Don’t worry about me, Benita.” Jack nodded to her as he moved through the house. He wouldn’t have time to sit and eat today. “I’ll just get a sandwich later.” He stopped and backed up. “Is Abby eating better?” He hated that cough she’d had a few days ago.
The older woman smiled brightly. Jack knew she genuinely liked the new mistress of the house. “I believe you’ll find your wife is feeling much better this morning. She’s been giving Mr. Fleetwood hell. You won’t be able to keep her in bed for much longer.”
Jack nodded. Abby would be up and about before he felt good about it. A little thought floated through his mind.
She wouldn’t be up and about if you tied her to the bed.
Instantly, his cock hardened. Then he winced, and let it go. It might be what he wanted, but it wasn’t what Abby needed. “As long as she finishes out those antibiotics, it should be fine.” That was what the doctor had told him. He should listen to people who went to medical school. He started back toward his office.
“Now how do you feel about triangles, Sam?” He heard Abby’s laughter as he turned down the hallway.
Sam groaned, and Jack could just guess what his partner was doing. “I love ‘em, baby doll. Triangles are the best. Don’t stop. God, Abby, you feel so good…”
Jack stopped and listened for a moment. His cock got harder as he listened to the sweet sound of Abby sucking and Sam enjoying the ride. It was the kind of thing he ached to join in on. He should walk into that room and demand that Abigail remove his clothes and see to him, too. It had been days since he sank into his wife’s tight pussy. Since then, she’d been too sick for play. Now, he could walk in that room and calmly explain that he wanted Sam and Abby to join him in the playroom. He wanted Sam to tie Abigail up, and then he would tie Sam up. Both of his little subs would be bound and trussed for his pleasure. He could spend the rainy afternoon disciplining them and then rewarding them for their submission. He wanted it so badly, he almost couldn’t catch his breath.
Jack dragged air into his lungs and shook the thought off. When had he started thinking of Sam in those terms? Sam had always been the follower to Jack’s leader, but getting married had changed something in Jack. In fact, a lot of things had changed.