Pretzel Logic

  She hoped he was teasing because even though she hadn’t had any desire while she was gone, now her libido had returned with a vengeance. “No, Sir. Please let me come.”

  He spun her around. “Hands against the wall.” She did, feeling him lean out to get something. When he returned, he stroked her ass before starting to spank her, back and forth.

  Not hard at first, but he quickly picked up the pace and strength of every stroke as he gauged her ability to take it. Before long, she was moaning and her pussy dripping and she wondered why she’d ever thought running away was a good idea?

  He absolutely could take care of her and himself.

  Just when she thought maybe she’d have to force herself to say yellow, the spanking abruptly stopped. “I don’t have your vibrating butt plug here, baby, so you’ll get the real thing.”

  Lube-coated fingers quickly found and breached her rim, as he used the fingers of his other hand to start playing with her clit.

  It was almost sensory overload.

  One finger easily pressed into her ass, slowly fucking her as he also teased her clit and slid a finger from his other hand into her pussy. She thrust her ass against him, wanting more.

  Wanting him.

  He captured her left nipple between his teeth, lightly tugging, teasing, adding more pleasure to the burn of him working two fingers into her ass. In her pussy, a second finger joined the first, easily sliding in with her juices readily flowing.

  By the time he’d worked the third finger into her ass, he had her begging for the orgasm.

  “Oh, baby. Tonight, Sir gets his first. And it’s going in that lovely, tight ass of yours that I do not fuck nearly enough.”

  She tried rocking against his hands, but he quickly caught on to that plan and withdrew the hand from her pussy and clit, leaving her achingly empty.

  “No, you don’t. You have to pay the price for running away, baby.”

  Damn, it felt good to be home.

  With him.

  He fucked her ass with his fingers as the shower steamed up. With his other hand, now he played with her nipples, back and forth, driving her need and frustration ever higher.

  “Who’s going to be a good girl for me from now on?”

  “Me, Sir.”

  “That’s right. I’m your Sir. We’re done screwing around. I’m taking charge for good. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”

  Subspace teased, called, taunted.

  “I want it, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He stepped behind her, his fingers disappearing from her ass just to be replaced by his cock. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her, hard and fast. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m getting mine first, baby.”

  It was like the floor fell away from her, her dive into subspace. One second she could still coherently think…

  And then she couldn’t.

  “Yeah, you’re all hot and horny now, aren’t you, baby? That cock in your ass and you not getting any.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  One hand slid around to her pussy, cupping her without giving any traction to her clit, frustrating her even more.

  “Beg me for it.”

  “Please make me come, Sir.”

  “Not that, baby. You don’t get to come right now until I get to come.” She felt his thighs rubbing against the backs of hers at the bottom of every deep, hard thrust. His balls bounced against her freshly spanked ass.

  “Please fill my ass, Sir.”

  “Whose ass is this?”

  “Your ass, Sir.”

  “Who’s getting collared this Saturday?”

  “Me, Sir.”

  “Damn straight.” His thrusts slowed, long-stroking her now. “You are now living here. Period. We’re moving all your stuff in as we can, but you will from now on sleep here, with me, every night. Deal?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She didn’t want to be away from him again.

  Ever.

  “That’s…my…good…girl.”

  On the last word, he thrust one final time, his breath blowing across her shoulders, his head finally resting against the back of her neck.

  “You’re mine, baby. Period. I can take care of you. Your only job is to let me take care of you.”

  She straightened and pulled his arms around her. “Yes, Sir.”

  He nibbled the back of her shoulder. “Love you, baby.”

  “Love you, too, Sir.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Ethan quickly cleaned up, soap and water, and hoped the hot water held out for the next part of things. He backed her against the shower wall, kissing her as his fingers explored her pussy and played with her clit.

  It wasn’t long before she was whining, trying to rock her hips against his hand. He pinned her to the wall by her throat, not hard enough to choke her, just to remind her who was in charge.

  With his lips over hers, he stared down into her eyes. “Mrs. Brita Delgado-Neri. Gonna like seeing that on the joint checking account.”

  She smiled up at him. “Does Kilroy need to get his name hyphenated, too?”

  “Absolutely. Don’t want my son to be a bastard.”

  Dammit, how had he not found his balls before today? But now that he had, he wouldn’t let her slide back into that stinkin’ thinkin’ that had her running scared.

  She wanted an Alpha Dom? That’s what his baby would get.

  In every way.

  He slowed his fingers as he kissed her, savoring and swallowing her needy whimpers. “My good girl didn’t masturbate while she was gone, did she?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Excellent.”

  He replaced his fingers with his cock, easily sliding inside her slick pussy. It hadn’t taken long for him to revive, either. Especially not with her saying those two words.

  He laced fingers with her and pinned her hands over her head, against the wall, as he kissed and fucked her. She desperately tried to grind her body against his but he knew she wouldn’t be able to come like this.

  All part of his diabolical plan. Get himself off and out of the way so he could handcuff her in bed and make her beg while he took his sweet time eating her out and not letting her come.

  The only tears he wanted out of her tonight were of frustration when she realized he wasn’t going to let her get off right away.

  “Such a sweet, fuckable pussy, baby,” he whispered. “My pussy. Belongs to me now. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  From the sound of her voice to the sweet glazed look in her eyes, he could tell he had her exactly where he wanted her.

  He flexed his hips, fucking her, hard, short thrusts he quickly built his second climax up with. Fast, relentless.

  He buried his face along her neck and bit down, hard, growling with satisfaction as his balls tensed and tightened and number two filled her pussy.

  She moaned, this time with more than a tinge of frustration, as he stopped moving.

  He chuckled. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how much begging you’re in for.”

  * * * *

  Brita knew trying to rush him at this point would only prolong her torment, so she let him have his way. He soaped her entire body, shampooing her hair for her, kissing her forehead after he rinsed the suds away.

  “Your blonde patch is coming through.”

  “I know. I need to get it dyed.”

  “I always thought it was cute.”

  She didn’t respond at first. “Is that an order, Sir?”

  “No, it’s your hair. I will tell you I like it this length or longer, but I won’t force you to do anything with it.”

  She tipped her head back to look into his eyes. “I guess I could let it go longer, then.”

  He smiled. “Good girl.”

  Once they were out of the shower and dried off, he immediately handcuffed her, hands over her head and the cuffs looped around the headboard.

  Then he shoved her legs apart and dove in.


  At first, she thought maybe he was going to get her off hard the first time and then drag the next one out, but…

  No.

  After ten minutes of his talented tongue slowly exploring her pussy, she was nearly crazed with need. “Please, Sir! Please make me come!”

  He lifted his head and grinned. “No.” Back down, lips playing with her clit.

  She stared, not quite believing what she was seeing and hearing. This was her Ethan, but…more there than ever before.

  More…Dominant, the noun, not the verb.

  He’d never really pressed before.

  Seemed this whole experience had changed more than just her.

  It was nearly an hour in when he sat up, his cock once again hard. He slowly pumped it as she practically drooled while she watched. Not just because she wanted to suck him, but because he’d kept her so close to the edge of coming without getting her over she’d nearly lost her damn mind.

  “One more load to put in you before I let you come,” he said. He moved up the bed, straddling her head and cradling his hands under her head to support her. “You coax this third load from me, and then I’ll let you beg me to get you over. This one might be difficult to get out of me, though. I already gave you two.” He grinned, with an edge to it she’d never seen before.

  An edge that nearly had her creaming.

  “You want it? Or should I just leave you here like this all night?”

  She opened her mouth wide, ready.

  Eager.

  He carefully positioned himself so he wasn’t hurting her, but he was definitely in control. There was no blowjob to this. He was fucking her mouth like he owned it.

  Which, of course, she realized he did.

  And it felt so fucking right to know she loved it.

  All she could do was keep her lips closed firmly around his shaft and keep her teeth off him. He did the rest, one hand braced against the headboard and his other cradling her head.

  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered, staring down into her eyes. “There will be more of this in your future, too, won’t there?”

  “Mmm hmm!”

  Her clit throbbed again, and not just because he’d left her hanging. But because the thought of him using her like this more really fucking turned her on.

  “Okay, baby. Let’s see if I can feed you one more so I can make you happy.” He found a good angle and she could tell from the way his cock was hardening, growing hotter, that yeah, he was getting close. Even as his balls bounced against her chin, she stayed with him, eager, ready.

  “And…yes!” She tasted it, sucking, swallowing, not nearly as large a load as he usually pumped out, but damn, not bad for number three, either.

  He slowly pulled out and then stretched out next to her to kiss her.

  “Beg me,” he whispered.

  “I need to come, Sir. I’ll do anything. Please!”

  “You’ll take my collar Saturday night?”

  “Yes, Sir! I want your collar!”

  “You won’t fight me about moving in here?”

  “I’m living here, Sir. I’ll let you set the time for getting my stuff moved.”

  “No more washing your car by yourself, unless you take it through one of those automated car washes?”

  “I promise, Sir!”

  He grinned as he leaned in close. “You’re marrying me, baby. You have one year from today that you can plan it however you want to and we have it. Otherwise, I’m taking you to the courthouse. So get planning.”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. “We’re going to start going to Venture, and more parties, and you’re going to relax and let me deal with the worrying. Your job is to enjoy yourself, do what I say, and have fun. Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He started to work his way lower, nipping and biting and driving her need to a frenzied level she could never remember feeling before. “We will get together with Sachi and Oscar and John at least once a month, here or up there, I don’t care. I don’t mean for shooting skeet, either. Socializing.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “We’ll rent your condo out. We’re not selling it. It’ll be an investment property. We’ll set up a trust or something through Ed. He’s good at all that shit.”

  A few more tethers of her stress fell away. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want you to talk to June about yoga. She said it’ll help your pain levels. She’s a teacher. You’ll start taking classes, at least once a week.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He raised his head after nipping a circle around her navel. “And we’re trading in that fucking car. That thing’s tiny. You need a bigger, safer car for hauling Jordan and George and Kilroy around in. I get it, you went for cheap and fast, but I don’t like it, and we would have had words if you’d tried to get it with me around. I want you in something safer than that.”

  She shivered in the good way. “Yes, Sir.” That very same thought, that he probably wouldn’t have approved of her car choice, had flitted through her mind as she was signing the papers.

  “And yes, you will get a say in the final car, pending my approval. And you won’t look at the goddamned price tags. If it needs to be financed, we’ll both sign on it. You’re my wife. Or, will be soon. Got it?”

  She closed her eyes, smiling. “Yes, Sir.”

  “And one last thing.” He moved up the bed again. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. “Who am I?”

  “My Sir.”

  He smiled. “Correct, but try again.”

  This freedom felt addictive, sweeter than any honey. “My husband,” she softly said.

  His smile nearly split his face. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby.” He leaned in for a kiss. “My baby want to come?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Good girl.”

  This time, he pushed her thighs apart and settled in and immediately brought her over the edge. When her nervous system finished ripping itself apart from that, his tongue swirled, playful, teasing her clit and taking her from too much to not enough in record time, even for him.

  She lost count at five, finally giving in and knowing she couldn’t safeword for this. Not when she now understood exactly what Sachi had meant by her soul was healed by him.

  She’d never seen it before. It’d taken time and clarity and distance and a shit-ton of pain for her to realize it.

  She was his, but more importantly, he was hers. And it’s all he ever wanted to be, officially recognized, not just loved and appreciated.

  He read her body, building her up for what she suspected was one last motherlode of pleasure, and he didn’t disappoint. Three fingers buried in her pussy, and that sinful tongue later, she was coming all over him and crying from how good it felt.

  Finis.

  He stretched out next to her after unlocking the cuffs, rubbing and kissing her wrists.

  She folded against him, limp, spent, done.

  “I love you,” she said.

  He chuckled. “I love you, too, baby. Just remember all those promises you made me.”

  She stared up into his eyes. “I will…husband.”

  She knew she didn’t imagine that his eyes suddenly grew too bright and he seemed to be blinking a lot. “Fuckin’ A I’m your husband. Or will be shortly.” He kissed her, hard, possessively. “I’ll be the best goddamned husband and Sir you ever dreamed of.”

  She sighed, stroking his cheek. “That’s just it—you already are.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Brita didn’t know why she was surprised when they headed out to dinner with everyone at Sigalo’s Saturday night. Maybe part of her hadn’t really thought he was serious, or hadn’t fully processed Ethan’s declaration when he showed up at Sachi’s.

  Or what he made her promise him that night in bed.

  Bill and Gabe were there, too.

  She greeted Brita with a long, gentle hug. “Glad you’re home,” she said. “Alth
ough I want to spank you myself for running away in the first place.”

  “Red,” Bill joked. “I’m the only spanker in this relationship.”

  Gabe stuck her tongue out at him.

  Everyone was warm and welcoming, and fortunately, no one asked her about the day at Mote. Even June and Scrye were there, she was happy to see.

  “If you ever need to talk,” June said, “my shoulder is always open.”

  “Actually, she needs to talk to you about yoga,” Ethan said.

  Oh, yeah. She had agreed to this, too, hadn’t she?

  “I’d love to have you in my class. I have one class specifically for people with chronic pain and health issues. Very gentle stuff, we do a lot of stretching of different muscles and not so much with the crazy poses.”

  Ethan caught Brita’s gaze and arched an eyebrow at her.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. “I’ll sign up for her class.”

  He didn’t respond, the eyebrow still arched.

  “And arrange my other stuff around it so I can attend.”

  He smiled. “Good girl.”

  After dinner, they drove to the club. He wouldn’t give up any details about what was going to happen, but when they arrived there were already quite a few cars in the parking lot.

  It turned out many of the people at the club that early were there for this, at Ethan’s invitation. Knowing she wouldn’t want anything fancy or formal, everyone gathered around them in the social area, where he had Brita sit on a chair instead of kneeling.

  “So it seems I’ve got a woman who needs a GPS tracker,” he started, which drew a round of laughter from the group.

  “Hey, I thought I was the joker?” Gilo playfully protested. He was already dressed in his slave outfit, his wife, Abbey, starting out on top that evening and holding the leash attached to his collar.

  “Shut up, you,” Loren lightly said. “Tilly’s not here tonight to chase you around.”

  He blew her a raspberry through the mouth hole in his leather hood.

  Abbey lightly jerked his collar. “Behave.”

  He turned and seemed to grow a couple of inches in height. “Just remember that in a little while, sweetheart.” He definitely didn’t sound submissive now.