Operant conditioning.
Owen has a choice to wallow in his emotional pain, or let Carter and me basically make love to him. There’s no fucking, but after the two of us get him off with our hands, Carter makes Owen eat me out for the first time.
Instead of remembering how badly he hurt last night, Owen will forever think about this weekend as reconnecting with his father, and being allowed this new first with me.
Bless his heart, he’s not very good at it yet, but I don’t care. He’ll get better, I know he will. He more than makes up for his lack of skill with eagerness, and ends up getting me off three times before I’m done.
I know Carter’s probably ready to explode himself. So is Owen, but as per their new routine, Carter will give Owen another round of relief in the shower.
I lie there feeling sated and wishing we didn’t have to leave the room today. Owen looks like he’s deep in subspace.
He lookshappy.
Yeah, this is totally worth it if we can make him look likethatright now andkeepmaking him look like that.
Carter grins. “There’s our good boy.” He playfully rubs Owen’s head. “Go get in the shower. I’ll be right there. Close the door so we don’t steam up the whole room, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” Owen climbs out of bed. I watch Carter watching Owen, and the sound of the bathroom door closing barely comes to us before Carter’s on me, kissing me, shoving the waistband of his boxers down so he can fuck me.
The man’sgrowling. Just the sound of that makes me start coming again before he’s barely taken five strokes inside me. Thank god he’s kissing me, keeping me quiet.
This is afuck. Pounding, brutal, driving me into the mattress and designed to get him off as quickly as possible, because we’re on the clock. Owen could open that door any second.
He shoves my hands over my head, pinning my wrists with one hand while he clamps his other hand around my throat. He only squeezes a little, just enough to remind me who’s in charge, and that sends me over one last time and takes him with me with a soft, deep, satisfied grunt.
Three breaths later, he’s up and moving, pulling off his boxers and wiping himself with them before discarding them into his pile of dirty clothes from last night. The shower’s running now, and I watch his scarred back as he disappears into the bathroom with Owen and shuts the door.
I’m still trying to catch my breath.
Not like I have any complaints, because I just got to come more times than both of them put together, even counting what he’s going to do to Owen in the shower.
I reach between my legs and slide a finger inside me, pull it out, suck the taste ofHimand me off it.
I can’t help but wonder how quickly I’ll come to learn the differences between the taste of them, once Carter gets us across that final barrier.
I can’t wait to find out.
* * * *
Carter’s wearing mirrored sunglasses today. After we drop Owen off, Carter pulls into the parking lot of a nearby shopping center to check something on his phone. We have our first task to accomplish, and then Carter said we can go check out adult shops for BDSM toys and implements after that.
After we buy a present for Owen’s little brother. Because we’re due back at Owen’s father’s house at two to have birthday cake with everyone.
“Did you decide, pet?” Carter asks.
I feel kind of silly about this. “Yes, Sir.”
“And?”
I text him the link. He gets it a moment later, scrolls, reads…and starts laughing. It’s a deep, rolling belly laugh I’ve never heard from him before.
It’s a gorgeous sound. “Really, Suse?”
“I mean, if you don’t want to—”
“Oh, no, you don’t. I want to. I told you it was your choice, and I meant it. We are sooo getting the picture package, though.”
I can’t see his eyes, but he’s smiling one of those rare smiles he has.
