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FORTY-FIVE

MARA

MARCH

“Hey, can we check out that brunch spot tomorrow morning?” I walked up behind Jack as he got ready for bed, coasting my hands up his tattooed pecs from behind. “The kids will be in school and daycare, and you’re off. Maybe we could have a little date day?”

Jack’s face fell. “Fuck. I wish we could. I’ve got something to take care of.”

“Oh.” A little twinge of disappointment panged in my stomach. “Can I come with you?”

Jack turned in my arms so he could face me, the smell of his warm skin surrounding me. He held my chin and bent to plant a feather-soft kiss on my lips. “I wish I could bring you. It’s an . . . annual fishing trip I take with Rome.”

“Oh. No girls allowed?”

His hands stroked down either side of my face and I melted into his touch. “No girls.” He dropped another sweet kiss on me. “You ready for bed?”

I leaned into him so I had to tip my chin up at a sharp angle, begging for another kiss, which he gave me. “Yes.”

“Good, cuz I’m hungry,” he growled, nibbling down my neck, his beard burning me along the way.

“Not so fast,” I hummed. “Good boys get their collars on.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And get your leash too.”

The spark in Jack’s eyes sent a shiver through me.

I waited in our bathroom doorway while Jack disappeared into our closet. He appeared again with his collar and leash in his hand, dressed only in his underwear.

“Such a pretty boy,” I told him, slowly walking his way. When I got to him, his eyes were downcast, and I stepped into his line of vision. “Lift your chin. Let’s get you dressed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jack closed his eyes while I clipped his collar on, the “GOOD BOY” on the label shining at me. I hooked the leash into the slot at the back of his neck.

“Kneel for me.”

Jack sank to his knees, resting back on his heels while he waited for my next instruction.

I stroked my hand over his hair. “So beautiful, Jackie. Let’s have a little walk.”

Holding his leash tight behind his head, but not pulling on his neck, he crawled beside me as I walked.

“Such a good boy for me. You’re being a little too good.”

“I want to be good for you, ma’am.”

I puffed out my bottom lip. “Are you not feeling bratty?”

We arrived beside the bed and I sat on the edge, letting him rest his head against my thighs. “Not tonight, ma’am.”

I examined him, his lashes splayed over his cheeks as he rested against me. “You need me to go easy on you?”

Jack sat back on his heels and looked up at me. “I just want to worship you, ma’am.”

If part of being his Domme was helping him get what he needed, I was happy to provide that.

I unclipped his leash and hung it on our bedframe. “Then worship me however you see fit.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Jack kissed the tops of my feet, taking his time dragging his lips and tongue up first one leg, then the other. He stood, shifting his hands behind my back. He lifted me to scoot me to the middle of the bed. “I want you to come on my tongue.”

With tender care, he helped me lift my bottom to get my underwear off, then my bra. He grinned as he disappeared under the bed, pulling out the sex wedge he’d bought for us to use. “On your stomach, please, ma’am. If that’s comfortable for you.”

I was so happy to see Jack asking for what he wanted. He helped me get into position at the edge of the bed, my hips elevated and his face positioned behind me where he knelt. “You comfortable, sweetheart?” he rasped.

“Yes, baby. Being so good for me.”

I heard Jack’s smiling snort before his tongue sank into me from the back. His hands smoothed over the globes of my ass, squeezing and spreading me wider. He hummed as he continued his work, and though I couldn’t see him, his lips and tongue displayed his passion.

“Fuck, it’s so good, Jackie,” I moaned.

He knew what he had to do and kept at it, a strong suck drawing me out before his tongue flicked the sensitive flesh.

“That’s it, right there. I’m—” My voice cut off as I pulsed. Jack lapped and lapped even though I’d already climaxed and I giggled. “Going for two?”

“If you’ll let me. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you,” he offered, his tongue continuing its work. “You taste so fucking good.”

I was a little sensitive, so I chose option B. “Fuck me.”

“Let’s shift you,” he said. Jack helped me to my hands and knees so he could put the wedge more in the middle of the bed. I got back on it, still on my stomach, and he lined himself up behind me and slid in to our shared sigh. He started with slow strokes, and I angled my head so I could look back at him. “I love how you feel, Mara. On my cock. On my tongue. You’re so fucking perfect.”

I smiled and reached my hand back to lace with his.

“God, your ass bouncing, Mar.” His eyes were drugged and dazed. “You take me so well. Like my body was made to fit in yours.”

I’d been dishing out most of the praise since we got together, and it felt good to get it back for a change. “You were made for me, Jackie.”

I pushed back into each thrust, and his hands surrounded my hips, his thumbs kneading my low back. “Attagirl. Give it to me.”

I hissed out a “fuck” and his thumbs moved to spread my ass wider. “Perfect little hole, sweetheart.”

“Yours is perfect too,” I said with a wicked smirk.

His face went more serious, towering over me as he owned me. “I can’t wait for you to take my ass, Mara.”

I tilted my hips, his balls slapping my clit and both of us groaning at the new angle. His hands swept up to my waist, holding me at my most narrow and using his arms to aid his thrusts.

“Fill me up, Jack. Come for me.”

One hand came forward to press my upper back tighter to the pillow as his hips curled into me. I rutted against the pillow’s high side, ready to come again.

“I feel you, Mar.” He moaned, cussing, slapping, breath brushing over my back.

“Who do you belong to?”

With a grunt, he stuffed himself all the way in, releasing inside me. “You,” he breathed. He pulled out slowly, combing his still-firm erection through from my ass to my clit.

Then he plunged a finger into my pussy, then two, and it stole my breath.

And when he lowered his face to catch one last peak from me, I wasn’t sure if I was already dreaming.

“Good boy, Jack. Good fucking boy.”