Page 29 of The Handyman and The Drama Queen (Myths, Legends, and Southern Charm #1)

“A suit?” Ezra stared down at his body again as we finally made it back into the house, not marveling at how amazing it was to be solid but complaining about his clothes. “How did she even get my measurements?”

He’d been relaxed and distracted as we’d finished the ceremony to make him solid, and he’d even been kind of floaty as we’d changed clothes for the handfasting. But once his brain had woken up, his clothes had been all he could think about.

Could anyone say sensory issues?

I was starting to see why he’d always appeared in pajamas.

“Mom magic?” I shrugged, unable to resist reaching out to stroke the front of his suit again. “But can I just say how good you look in this?”

He groaned, crashing his head into my chest. “No. But you can grab my ass again if you want. I think we’ve got that on video a half dozen different times.”

Yep.

Snickering, I kissed his head. “Our camera crew thought it was funny.”

They’d ended up being intently focused on their job and had found ways to enjoy it, much to their parents’ frustration.

“That tall kid who’s not nearly as old as I thought he was?” Ezra continued when I made an agreeing hum. “He was showing me some of the video. It’s actually really good as long as I don’t think about the fact that it’s me.”

What was I supposed to say to that?

“I think the final product is going to turn out to be amazing. They’re all uploading the videos to a guy in town and he’s going to put together a wedding video for us.” It was going to be incredible. “I always thought those wedding video things and having photographers following the bride and groom or just grooms around was silly, but it’s the only way to see everything that happened.”

I’d been so focused on Ezra that everything else had just fallen away.

“Did you know we’re the only people in history to have that…ugh, I’m not going to try to say the name… the make Ezra solid ceremony on camera?” He rubbed his cheek, still frustrated that he couldn’t wrap his mouth around the actual name.

There’d been a damned good reason I hadn’t tried to say it but he was stubborn.

“One of the older members of the assembly was really excited about that, but I’m pretty sure he was frustrated that he didn’t get to see me naked.” Ezra’s head popped up and he glared at me. “He was a dirty old man, Stone.”

Laughing would not be the right response, so I frowned. “I’m glad we disappointed him then. Because I’m the only dirty old man who gets to see you naked.”

I was older than Eza at the very least.

Rolling his eyes, Ezra huffed. “You need to work on your delivery. That wasn’t believable at all.”

Oh well.

“I was just imagining how you would’ve looked at him and it was…and then I started wondering when that happened and who it was…and the mental guesses made it even funnier.” I wasn’t going to apologize for that but I gave him a kiss. “I know my boy can take care of himself.”

He narrowed one eye and glared at me. “You make me crazy sometimes.”

Yep.

Another kiss smoothed some of his ruffled feathers, though.

“How about if I bribe you with helping you out of your suit?” We were definitely keeping it for something special but he’d been wearing it for hours and he was done. “No more peopling. No more suit. No more being watched.”

Being an isolated ghost definitely suited Ezra’s personality because he sighed like I’d said the most romantic thing ever. “Yes, please.”

Crashing back into me got another happy sound from him and he rubbed his head against me. “I liked meeting people but I was kind of done after about twenty minutes.”

So everything else had been hours too long for my dramatic introvert.

“They liked meeting you, but so many of them are extroverts I don’t think they understood how exhausting they are.” Especially to Ezra. “But I can one hundred percent promise that you will never have that many people here ever again.”

“You promise you’ll never bus so many people in that we need portable toilets?” Before I could give him my solemn vow, his head popped up again and he glared at me. “They’ve ruined my grass, Stone.”

And that was a cardinal sin.

“But they helped give you a body, so we’re not going to get too angry about the grass.” That reminder took his frustration down to a simmer. “And you made some friends.”

Stephanie had been good at introducing Ezra to people he’d be compatible with, and he now had two other interesting people who were going to come by and hang out. They were going to end up like the cranky Three Musketeers if they ever actually got together.

But the chances of that were slim because they seemed just as introverted and anti-people as Ezra, even if they could leave their property.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Grumbling under his breath, he snuggled back against me. “And they watched us get married…handfasted…same thing.”

Basically.

This one was just more spiritual and magical than a marriage certificate.

“I can’t decide my favorite part of the day.” Slipping my finger under his collar, I eased out the magically infused chain. “You getting your body. Our handfasting. Knowing I was going to get to spank you for trying to make me laugh every time I was supposed to be serious.”

Ezra went very still but aside from breathing more heavily he didn’t say anything for several long moments. “You…you said that was one of the first things you wanted to do when I got a body again.”

The shiver that raced through him was stronger than it’d been before, but the quiet, needy sound that he made hadn’t changed at all.

“I did.” Running my hands up his back, I kissed the top of his head again. “I’ve said that several times since we met and several times today, haven’t I?”

Making him ask for it or even admit to being curious would’ve been too much, but he didn’t have a problem answering the easier question. The slightly ragged breath he had to take getting the word out, though, said more than any words could. “Yes…Sir. I…know you did.”

Ezra had the ability to bitch in nearly every circumstance and had been shocked silent very few times in our entire relationship, so without a safeword and with those sexy sounds, I knew we were in agreement. “Because you’re my good boy.”

Running one hand lower, I squeezed a cheek. “Even when you’re looking sexy and tempting and I’m supposed to be keeping my hands off you.”

There were going to be entirely too many pictures of me feeling up my husband, but it’d been worth it to see him flustered and glaring at me.

Groaning with a mix of embarrassment and desire, he rocked against me. “You…you shouldn’t have done that.”

I was never going to agree with that without a safeword.

“I don’t know.” I ran my fingers around the chain again, making sure it dragged against his skin to send another shiver through him. I wasn’t sure if he’d always been sensitive or if it was the new form, but he reacted beautifully to it every time. “A collar on your neck and soon to have a ring on your hand, I think that means I had every right to do it.”

My mother had been gracious and had decided to allow me to pick out a ring for Ezra since she knew it was a human custom he’d find important. Ezra had just blinked at her as she’d been explaining how nice she’d been, and he’d simply thanked her when she’d finished.

When she’d gotten distracted driving someone else crazy, he’d asked if railroading people was a bad habit or how she showed she loved them.

Both.

The answer had been both.

We’d decided that we needed a plan to figure out how to keep it from happening again but that was a work in progress.

Releasing his ass, I took his hand and stepped back just enough so he could see me nod toward the stairs. “Let’s go. I have plans for my husband.”

Ezra licked his lips and reached up with his free hand to caress the chain. “Boy. Boy tonight and husband in the morning?”

“I should give you a few extra spanks for trying to make me come.” I knew he could read how sexy that’d been when he smiled and blushed…and rolled his eyes at me. “Yes. I need to make an impression on my boy.”

One he’d been waiting for.

My curious boy had been flirting around with BDSM a lot longer than he seemed to be willing to admit, but I didn’t mind him lying to himself. His reactions always told the truth to me and it continued as he whined and shook his head. “But…but I was good today. I…I smiled and talked to people.”

Shrugging and refusing to back down seemed to send a wave of desire through him because every muscle looked like it clenched. “There were points you had good behavior, yes, but there are still a few things you needed help with.”

Thankfully.

Because it’d given us the perfect segue for the scene we both wanted.

“I…” Ezra blinked and seemed to lose his train of thought as I started leading him upstairs. But the way he caressed the chain and ran his fingers against mine said he hadn’t changed his mind.

I was pretty sure he was just trying to do his best not to end up talking me out of his spanking. He didn’t have to worry about that, though. It’d take more than him being cranky or sassy to make me question what he wanted.

“I was good…kind of…” Nodding, he repeated it to himself several more times before we got to the bedroom and I slowly started taking off his suit. “That’s…yes…”

Whatever conversation was happening in his head was probably fascinating, but it was time for him to focus on his Dom. “If you’re a good boy during your spanking, I’ll let you come afterward.”

Oh, I was brilliant.

Ezra gaped at me like a fish and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He didn’t get his ability to speak back until he was stripped down to the very neutral boxer briefs someone had picked out for him. Thankfully, he’d only griped about that for a few seconds before he shifted to complaining about having to wear underwear in general.

“You think I’ll come?” It wasn’t the question I’d been expecting but I could answer it.

“Yes.” And he’d have what would probably be one hell of an orgasm. “Because as long as you’re my good boy, I’m going to let you hump my lap.”

His cock was filling out the front of his underwear impressively, but he frowned as he tugged on them. “I…what if I…”

He was going to go crazy if I left him in them any longer, so as he organized whatever was going through his head, I slowly inched down the boxer briefs until he was freed. He sighed when they hit the floor like he was so glad his torture was over, and his brain seemed to work better even though he was hard as a rock.

A wonderfully solid rock that I didn’t have to worry about startling.

Scrunching his face up, he gave his cock a tug and sighed again. “What if I don’t want to come that way?”

He just kept getting more and more interesting.

“Do you want to come when I’m inside of you?” I’d finally narrowed down an exact admission that he hadn’t done that before, so I wasn’t surprised.

Aroused…but not surprised…especially after watching porn together.

“Yes.” He paused, cocking his head. “Yes, please, Sir?”

Sexy and adorable…and so manipulative.

I loved it.

“Then that’s what we’ll do if you’re a good boy.” That response had him peeking one eye open. “What will happen if you’re naughty?”

I left the definition of that to him because I knew it would be more fun.

Yep. Passion and frustration flashed in his eyes before he caught it back. “I’ll…you’ll make me come?”

Nodding slowly, I stroked his cheek. “Yes, and then you’d have to wait to get another orgasm while I’m inside of you.”

At some point I was going to make him tell me what was going on in his head, but I’d wait until he’d done something truly ridiculous and needed an out.

“I…that’s…” While he tried to find the words to explain how horrifying he thought that consequence would be, I snapped my fingers and my clothes ended up on the dresser with his. “That’s cheating. This isn’t Bewitched .”

Trying not to laugh, I shook my head. “I think that’s another issue that needs to be spanked out.”

And the fish was back.

It hung around as I led him over to the bed and even while I got him stretched out over my lap. Once he was in place, though, his head popped up. “It’s not. It’s reasonable because we haven’t set up magical limits in the bedroom. I was exploring my limits.”

Managing not to laugh, I raised one eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yep.” Crashing back into the bed, he started grumbling quietly as he buried his face against the pillow. “ It’s worth it as long as I don’t have to wait. I’ll be good. I can do it. ”

He was the cutest thing ever…and he only got cuter when I brought my hand down on one cheek for the first time. “ I want to be good. I want to be good. I want to be good .”

His will was strong but his dick was weak.

Three spanks in and he was grinding it against my thighs, moaning between repeats of his desperate mantra. I was careful not to go too hard and not to tease him further than I thought he could take, though. I wasn’t even making him fuck himself on my fingers as I spanked him.

Best Dom ever.

And the most understanding because I brought the spanks to a slow halt when he started to shake and the mumbling had turned incomprehensible. To say that he liked his spanking would’ve been an understatement but it also seemed to bring out his inner brat.

His head popped up when I shifted to rubbing his pink ass and he glared at me. “I can do it. I didn’t come.”

He really was adorably insane.

“I’m ready to fuck you now.” Delivering the line dryly and with a definite Dom tone, I raised one eyebrow. “Are you saying I should wait?”

Ezra had no idea what to say to that.

As he gaped at me, I spread his legs wider and reached for the lube on the nightstand, eternally grateful I wouldn’t have to pack it up every morning any longer. “I’m starting to think you need a reminder about who’s in charge here.”

Placing the tube on his lower back, I reached down between his legs and poked the base of his dick. “This is solid enough to be caged. So I would be very careful with what you say next.”

His mouth closed and opened several times, but as I slicked up two fingers and slid one into him, he collapsed back on the bed without a word. Moans were all I got because he seemed to have decided pleasure was better than demanding to be in charge.

Sass was sexy…but so was being smart.

“Good boy. That’s right. Relax for me.” Smarts were also helpful in remembering to relax important muscles. “Yes. You’ve been so patient but I know what you want.”

To be fucked into the mattress.

I wasn’t sure how playing with his ass as a ghost would translate into having a receptive solid body, but nothing in his reaction said he was uncomfortable. No. His moans were getting louder and tinged with frustration, but before he decided to be a pain in the ass again, I gave his ass more attention.

Two fingers had shivers racing through him, and after a moment, he pressed his face into the mattress and started pushing his hips up to fuck himself on them. “That’s my sexy boy. You know what you want. I’m going to slide into you and fill you up. I’ll even fuck you hard if you’re a good boy and stay relaxed for me.”

The grumbling was back, but it was low enough I couldn’t hear him and he spread his legs wider. So it was a mixed bag of behavior, but that was always Ezra in a nutshell. “Oh, that’s my good boy. Showing off that sexy body and pulling me inside you.”

The back of his neck was deep red, but he whined and nodded as he hid. “Please…I…Please…”

He’d been right…Domming first and making love second…because he was already right on the edge and it wasn’t going to take much to throw him over. “It’s so…your hands…I can feel…”

Everything. He could feel everything and it was going to give him an orgasm entirely too soon if I didn’t get my ass in gear. “I want you to feel me everywhere, baby.”

Easing my fingers out of him got more griping, but he didn’t let drama stop him from scrambling to get on all fours and push his ass up in the air.

Doggie style it was then.

“Gods above, baby.” Whatever he heard in my voice got a snicker from him and he waved his ass at me. “Fucking hell.”

Using his favorite curse got another laugh from him and he spread his legs wider, offering himself up to me. We both knew he’d shift to desperate and demanding shortly, so I took the hint and knelt behind him, loving the view as I stroked my hands down his back. “You’re going to relax and push back against me when I ease inside of you, baby. If you can do it without clenching up, I’ll fuck you hard and fill you up with my cum. I know that’s what my naughty boy wants.”

Without a doubt because his sexy sounds made his every desire abundantly clear, and if I’d had any concerns, the way he arched his ass up would’ve given me a good clue too. So I spanked right over his sexy hole. “Naughty boy.”

As he gasped and his body pushed out reflexively as he almost came, I moved between his legs and wrapped my hand around the base of my dick so I could ease the first inch inside of him. When I paused, I could hear his mumbling starting up again. “I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy.”

And a needy one.

“That’s right.” As his body pulled me into his tight passage, he slowly rocked back and forth, inching me deeper as he moaned and shook. “Such a good boy. That’s right. Slow and steady and then I’ll fuck you hard.”

His head bobbed as he barely held back another moan. “Fill me up. Fuck me hard. Claim me. Yes. Fill me up.”

Ezra’s brain held the words right at the front of his mind like they were the most important ones in the world, and he kept repeating them over and over until I was fully seated and need took over again. “Stone…I…I…Sir.”

He needed me to move.

Holding his hips tight, I eased out and back into him, earning a deep sigh and getting another shiver. “Yes…that’s…yes…”

With my drama queen’s clear approval, I started moving faster, fucking him harder and holding him tight so he could feel me everywhere. Lasting was never the goal, but I wanted him frantic and completely mind-blown when he finally came.

So I fucked him through sighs and moans…and into whines and shivers…and when he started to curse and promised to be good again, I knew it was time.

One thrust as I nailed his newly formed prostate would’ve probably done it, but I reached under and grabbed his erection, giving it a firm tug as I dragged him over the edge. “Come.”

As he cried out and bucked under me, frantically grasping for every drop of pleasure, I followed him over and filled him with my cum as I fucked him hard and deep. When we were boneless, I kissed the back of his neck and slowly ran my hands along his sides, just letting him take in everything that had happened.

When what would’ve been tears finally came, I eased out of him and wrapped my body around his as he shook. “Come here, baby. I’m right here.”

They’d been a long time coming and he buried his face against my chest, not trying to hide how much he was feeling. When his tearless sobs finally slowed, I kissed the top of his head and waited silently.

“I’m still here.” The whispered words brought tears to my eyes I couldn’t hold back. “I…I know you said I wouldn’t go unless I wanted to but I was so angry when I died and so lonely. I thought…I was worried…I’m still here.”

I knew it would take a long time for that to sink in and for him to stop looking over his shoulder for fate to snatch happiness away from him again, but I wasn’t going anywhere. “Baby. Nothing, not death or time or distance, will ever keep us apart.”

That was a promise I could make without hesitation.

“You’re mine in every way possible. Husband. Mate. Lover. Sub. We’re going to have a wonderful life together and when we finally decide it’s time for a new adventure, we’ll do that together too.” Nothing would keep us apart and one day I knew that would sink in, but until it did, I would be there to remind him and to tell him how much I loved him.

“I love you.” Pressing a kiss against my chest, he snuggled closer and shifted so he was tucked right under my chin. “You’ll…you’re going to have to keep reminding me. I’ll get it…I’ll get it eventually, but you’re my Dom, so it’s your job until I figure it out.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Kissing his head, I smiled as he finally peeked up at me, looking exhausted but so beautiful I knew I’d remember this moment forever. “You’re my boy. I will always take care of you.”

Giving him a soft peck, I hugged him tight against me. “Time and all eternity, baby. Nothing will take me away from you.”

And I would happily spend the rest of this life and the next reminding him.

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