“You can come, boy.” She takes the cockring off me and engulfs me with her mouth at the same time she lowers her pussy onto my face.
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I’m a fast learner and use some of the things she’s taught me tonight to get her over a couple of times before she finishes me. I’m humping up into her mouth, eager, this whole thing even hotter because I’m her immobilized plaything.
I’m her toy.
I’m Hers.
This time, she rolls off me and unclips my wrists, then removes the blindfold. She’d turned off the lights at some point and it’s only the TV for light now. I blink, the world coming into focus and her smile lighting my soul.
“Let’s clean up and go to sleep, boy.” She leans in and kisses me, full-on the way she did in Las Vegas, with tongue and everything.
A few minutes later, we’re falling asleep tangled together. She’s put on a long T-shirt I think might actually be Carter’s, but I’m naked and in cuffs and collar.
I can’t help it that, as I fall asleep with her snuggled in my arms, I’m worried about Carter.
Chapter Thirty-Four
It’s the smell of coffee brewing Tuesday morning that awakens me. When I roll over in the darkened bedroom, I gravitate toward the heat source I feel next to me.
What makes my eyes pop open is the fact that it’s a very Carter-shaped body I just rolled against, and he’s dressed. Well, half-dressed. He’s wearing shorts.
“Good morning, boy.” He hasn’t been awake for long himself, because his voice sounds gravelly, thick.
I sit up. “What time it is?”
“Just after six.” He reaches up and catches my collar, pulling me back down into his arms. “No PT today, if you were wondering. I overdid it yesterday.”
I’m wide awake now. “When did you get here, Sir?” I never heard him arrive.
“A while ago. You going to settle in and snuggle, or do I need to spank you?”
I settle in, and he quickly drifts back to sleep.
I realize I have no idea what Susa’s normal weekday morning routine is like. I know she’s not a morning person, but she’s very disciplined.
She’s also not in bed with us.
And now I’m wide awake.
When the bedroom door quietly opens a while later, Susa appears. She’s already showered and dressed, and she smiles when she sees Carter’s asleep. She leans in and kisses me good morning, then whispers in my ear.
“See you later. Give him a kiss for me.”
And she’s gone.
I do all I can do, and that is close my eyes and doze while waiting for Carter’s alarm to go off on his phone a little after seven.
He stretches, reaches for it, and shuts it off. “Motherfucker,” he mutters, which is his usual first word of the morning, or something similar, on weekdays. “Pet leave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stares at me for a long moment. “She punished you, huh?”
When thehellare they having these conversations?“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to question you, I just…” I sigh. “I mean, I was, but only because I was worried there was a problem.”
“Boy, I promise you, if I ever have a problem, I willtellyou. I might mindfuck you for my sadistic amusement, but I’ll never play passive-aggressive games with you when it comes to our relationship.Ever. I won’t let Susa do that, either. I need you to trust me.”
