“That’s much better, darlin’.” He filled the tub and pulled her in with him, nestled her between his legs, her back against his chest.
When he settled against the back of the tub, he wrapped his arms around her and let out a content sigh. “I could easily turn into a prune like this.”
She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “Me too.” She closed her eyes as he stroked her arms, his hands tender and gentle on her flesh.
He kissed her temple. “When Master gets back, we’ll talk. You understand Master will own you too, right?”
“Yeah.” The thought thrilled her.
“You won’t be mine to do whatever I want with.”
“I know.”
He nuzzled the top of her head. “I love him, babe. He’s my life.
I’m not going to lie to you and say that you and I will run away together one day. If you want to be with me, you have to be with him, in whatever way he dictates. That’s the rules.”
“I’m okay with that. Two hunks who love me and who would kick the crap out of my ex to protect me? Tell me how that’s a bad thing.”
Mac smiled. “Yeah, absolutely. You’d better believe it. That shithead shows up here, he’s a fucking dead man.” He prompted her to sit up and washed her hair for her, lovingly, massaging her scalp as he lathered her head. Then he took a long time running a washcloth over her, kissing his way across her shoulders after he rinsed the soap from her.
She turned around and took the wash cloth from him, kissed him as she repaid the favor. Their interlude was interrupted by Mac’s shorts ringing on the floor next to the tub.
“Dammit.” Mac reached for them, fished his phone out of his pocket, and answered as he hung over the edge of the tub. “Hello, Master.”
Clarisse draped herself over him, her arms around him.
Mac listened for a moment. “Yes, Master…We’re in the tub…No, I’m wearing it…Yes, hold on.” He handed the phone to her. “He wants to talk to you, sweetie.”
She blushed and took the phone, careful not to get it wet. “Hi, Master.”
“Hello, pet. How are you?”
Her hand slid between Mac’s legs, her fingers running over the plastic cage. “Trying to figure out how to pick a lock.”
Sully laughed, the sound thrilling her. “I bet you are. All the more reason slave has to wear that thing. Too much temptation for you. Did slave shave you?”
She blushed. “Yes, Master.”
Sully’s voice dropped, sexy and low. “So your sweet pussy is totally bare for me?”
It was also throbbing with need again. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Good. Love you. Put slave back on.”
“Love you, too.” She handed the phone back to him.
Mac’s eyes twinkled. “Yes, Master?” He listened for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her while Sully still talked to him. “Yes, Master. Love you, too.” He hung up and put the phone down, then pulled her on top of him. “Okay, where were we?”
She straddled him, feeling the hard plastic bump against her bare mound. “Isn’t that thing uncomfortable?”
“Fuck yes it is. It’s practically cutting into me. That’s sort of the idea, it keeps me from being able to do anything about my hard cock, but it doesn’t stop my cock from trying.” He kissed her again, then took her hand and placed it between his legs. “Play with my balls, babe.”
“Won’t that make you hurt?”
He grinned. “Masochist, remember?”
She stroked her fingers along his sac, where the plastic had them corralled and swollen. That was as hairless as the rest of him. Mac closed his eyes and bucked his hips against her.
“Don’t stop,” he said, lacing his fingers through her free hand.
“Master said I was allowed to come if I could while wearing this thing.”
“Is that possible?”
“I don’t know. I damn sure want to find out.”
She stroked his balls, traced the shape of the plastic cage, and gently raked her short nails over his flesh. After a few minutes of this, he opened his eyes. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pushed it down lower in the water, pressed one of her fingers against his rim.
“I don’t know what to do,” she nervously said.
He smiled. “You’ll figure it out.” He spread his legs further, hooking one over the edge of the tub. She gingerly pressed against his dark hole. “Don’t I need to use lube or something?”
He nodded to a small bottle on the edge of the tub. She erred on the side of caution and used a huge dollop of the goop, then slowly pressed for entrance.
Mac let out a low groan. “That’s it,” he gasped. “That’s the spot.”
He pulled her close and kissed her as she wiggled her finger around, paying attention to his responses to determine what worked. It wasn’t long before he grabbed her tightly and loudly moaned as he kissed her, his hips bucking against her hand.
When he relaxed against the back of the tub, she popped the stopper open on the tub to let it drain and curled up in his arms.
“Good?” she asked.
“Yep. Not as good as the real thing, but at least it’s not pinching as badly.”
She snickered. “I thought you said you like pain.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Even I have my limits, sugar.”
Chapter Twenty
He sent her to her bedroom to get dressed, with orders to wear something nice. When she emerged, she found him sitting on the sofa, wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie.
Handsome and gorgeous and all hers for the evening. He stood when she walked in. He’d taken off the locking collar, but he’d put on the ID bracelet and necklace.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”
She blushed again but fought the urge to talk herself down.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He pulled her to him for a long, deep kiss. That’s when she felt something different, a long, firm shape poking against her instead of a hard plastic bulge. She grabbed his crotch, but he gently pulled her hand away. “Where is it?”
“I called Master. He said since I came that if I promise to behave, I can keep it off for tonight.”
She wiggled her hips against him and felt his cock stiffen more in his slacks.
He swatted her on the ass, hard enough to sting a little through her skirt. “Stop, pet. He also told me I have permission to lock you up if you misbehave. I’ll play with you later if you’re a good girl.”
They took the Jag. He drove them over to Tampa, to a fancy steakhouse. They had a wonderful dinner, great conversation, and it suddenly hit her halfway through their meal that this was how normal relationships were supposed to feel. She’d never been allowed an opinion with Bryan Jackson. He preferred eating in silence unless he was the one doing the talking.
Mac noticed. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“Sully really loves me too?”
He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Yes, you’d better believe it. As much as I do. Is that what’s got you all worried?”
“No. I realized I don’t really know what normal is. I have to figure it out. I didn’t have it for so long.”
He grinned, playful. “I wouldn’t exactly call this normal, babe.”
“I mean…” She chewed it over. “Healthy. Happy. Fun.”
He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles before releasing her hand.
“It’ll be all that and more. I promise.”
When they returned home around eleven that evening, Bart met them at the door, his tail wagging and ears perked. Mac scooped him up and played with him before letting him down. “You’re on your own for the evening, puppy. I’ve got plans for your mom.” He pulled Clarisse to him and kissed her while pinning her wrists behind her back. “Go get naked, sweetie.” When he let her go, he turned to watch her walk through the living room.