These two people have never let me down. Even before we had a “relationship” together, they were taking care of me.
Loving me.
Without reservation, without conditions, without restriction.
I’ve never felt like anything other than first in their lives. Well, except for our children, but again,duh.
Carter and Susa gave me love, gave me a life of happiness I never would have known without them. They spent our first couple of years together, through college and law school, deprogramming me, helping me process and undo the damage my mother did to me growing up and helping me rebuild my relationship with my father.
Because of them, I was able to have a relationship with my younger brothers and sisters, something I never would have had without them..
My step-mother has become my mom, and both Carter and Susa’s parents have adopted me.
Although Benchley and Michelle Evans still not-so-secretly wish she’d married me instead of Carter. But they’ve accepted what we have, even if they don’t know all the details.
Carter stands, and I see he’s got one of our smaller acrylic paddles, a light, stingy fucking thing, and lube and a condom. He dumps all of that on the bed and then climbs back onto the bed, but not on the edge, like I’d expect.
Instead, he sits in the middle of the bed and pats his lap. “You know the drill. Pet, right here.” He points, and I absolutely know what’s in store.
I climb into position, my head to Carter’s left. Susa wears a gorgeous, sexy smile as she kisses me, him, and then sits facing me, thighs spread wide as she scoots in close.
There’s more than one way to muffle a spankee.
Although the first time Carter had her suck my cock while he was spanking her, I admit I felt more than a little terror that I might get bit. And that only made the bastard extraordinaire giggle with glee.
Fortunately, I survived that without the bad kind of pain.
I moan when I taste her and settle in, holding on to her much the way I was holding Carter in place, my hands holding her thighs so she can’t squirm away.
She runs her hands through my hair. “Such a good boy.”
“Here we go,” Carter says. That’s all the warning I get before the first swat lands on my ass, catching both cheeks and, yes, stinging like a motherfucker. I almost prefer the larger, heavier paddles, because it’s not nearly as stingy, even though it hurts more.
Carter takes his time reddening my ass and upper thighs, and I know sitting at lunch tomorrow will be interesting. Under me, my cock remains hard, ready, eager. Pain rarely softens me now when he’s allowed me to build anticipation over time like this. Doesn’t hurt that this is far from the hardest spanking I’ve ever received from him. This is basically a warm-up by his standards.
Must be going easy on me because it’s turned into a celebration.
I gladly sink into subspace as he spanks me and I make Susa come at least twice. I’m only aware he’s finally stopped because he strokes my ass, squeezing, then lightly pats me.
“Pet’s turn, boy,” he says. “Won’t be able to spank her soon, so she gets one tonight, too.”
I reluctantly release her and sit up, kissing Carter, loving how he takes charge of it and slants his lips over mine, tasting her on me, reminding me he owns both of us.
I belong to Susa, yes, but we both belong to him. He’s my husband, she’s my wife. I feel for his left hand and take hold of it. When he ends our kiss, I bring his hand to my mouth and kiss the small tattoo there, an infinity sign, an indelible reminder to me and Susa that we own him as much as he owns us.
I meet his gaze even as I feather my lips over the mark. There are things in his past I know he’s never revealed to us, things he doesn’t want to speak of. Things that predate Susa and I.
Pain.
Shattered trust.
That this man can trustbothof us is a miracle in and of itself.
I don’t need to know his secrets, because I know the only thing Ineedto know—he loves us and would die for us.
I never again want to experience the level of terror I felt that day during the school shooting, when he put on the dead deputy’s body armor and left the safety of the office to hunt down and kill the shooter. I never again want to experience the level of grief I felt the day we learned Susa’s plane went down.
I never again want to feel fear that I might lose either of them.
