the dishes. I had to admit there was something incredibly sexy about watching a naked man's ass while he washed dishes.
A thought hit me. "You didn't wear your collar to work today, did you?"
He turned from the sink and nodded. "Yes."
I felt horrible. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you told me I wasn't allowed to take it off except in an emergency. That wasn't an emergency."
"But that had to be uncomfortable."
He shrugged, then the faintest of smiles curled his lips. "I loosened it one notch so it rode lower under my collar. And I wore a necktie. No one could tell."
I watched as his cock slowly inflated.
Fuck. That was...
Hot.
"You liked having your collar on at work?"
He nodded, still stiffening. "I liked knowing I was still obeying you." He arched an eyebrow at me. "Of course, 78
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Mistress could punish me for loosening my collar and not wearing it properly."
His cock stood at full attention at the thought.
Oh boy.
"Did you have it locked?"
He nodded. "I only had the lock off long enough to loosen it one notch. Then I put it right back on. As soon as I got in the car before I came home I put it back the way it belonged."
I imagined him doing that, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar, looking in the rear view mirror to see what he was doing. My mouth went dry.
"So what did you do with your day collar?"
He looked at me like I was nuts. "I wore it."
"Why?"
"Because you told me I'm always to wear it when I'm not at home."
"But you had your collar on."
He nodded. "Yes?"
Now I was wet.
What the hell was wrong with me? Or was there anything wrong with me? Maybe I was meant to do this with him.
When he finished the dishes he walked over to me and took my hands. "If you can't do this, I understand. I have fun doing this with you. I spend half my day imagining what I'm going to do for you when I get home, and I don't just mean sex, either. I like knowing that as soon as I walk through the door my world begins and ends with you."
His stiff erection poked against my hip.
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"But the sex is hotter."
He nodded, smiling. "Fuck, yes. I spend most of my day at work hard as a rock. I haven't felt like this in years."
I wanted honesty, I got it.
I knew we couldn't go back. Frankly, I really didn't want to. Maybe I could find a balance I could comfortably live with.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my hips against him. "I want you to take me to bed and make love to me. If you're a good boy, I'll reward you."
He shivered with anticipation. "Really?"
I kissed the base of his throat. "Yes. Make love to me right now, and I'll let you spend the rest of the evening with one of your toys in your ass—"
He scooped me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine, practically running with me to our bedroom.
Something inside me broke free in a good way. I could live like this.
Maybe I hadn't been trying hard enough. Maybe I hadn't spent enough time looking for my path, had spent too much time focused on his, trying to do it the way I thought he wanted it done.
An hour later, he'd made me come twice and left me a melted puddle of flesh in the middle of our bed. I crooked my finger at him. "Fuck me, baby."
I didn't have to ask twice. As his eyes squeezed shut I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then I stretched just a little, running my finger down the crack of his ass and settling it over his rim.
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He gasped, his strokes harder. I teased him, not fucking him with my finger, just pressing firmly enough against the puckered ring of muscle to give him a tantalizing hint of what I knew he wanted.
I tangled the fingers of my other hand in his hair and pulled his head down to my shoulder. I growled in his ear,
"You come really hard for me, and scream when you come, and I'll make sure your sweet ass is full all evening, baby."
He screamed.
* * * *
As tired as I was, I felt determined
A thought hit me. "You didn't wear your collar to work today, did you?"
He turned from the sink and nodded. "Yes."
I felt horrible. "Why did you do that?"
"Because you told me I wasn't allowed to take it off except in an emergency. That wasn't an emergency."
"But that had to be uncomfortable."
He shrugged, then the faintest of smiles curled his lips. "I loosened it one notch so it rode lower under my collar. And I wore a necktie. No one could tell."
I watched as his cock slowly inflated.
Fuck. That was...
Hot.
"You liked having your collar on at work?"
He nodded, still stiffening. "I liked knowing I was still obeying you." He arched an eyebrow at me. "Of course, 78
Domma By Default
by Tymber Dalton
Mistress could punish me for loosening my collar and not wearing it properly."
His cock stood at full attention at the thought.
Oh boy.
"Did you have it locked?"
He nodded. "I only had the lock off long enough to loosen it one notch. Then I put it right back on. As soon as I got in the car before I came home I put it back the way it belonged."
I imagined him doing that, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar, looking in the rear view mirror to see what he was doing. My mouth went dry.
"So what did you do with your day collar?"
He looked at me like I was nuts. "I wore it."
"Why?"
"Because you told me I'm always to wear it when I'm not at home."
"But you had your collar on."
He nodded. "Yes?"
Now I was wet.
What the hell was wrong with me? Or was there anything wrong with me? Maybe I was meant to do this with him.
When he finished the dishes he walked over to me and took my hands. "If you can't do this, I understand. I have fun doing this with you. I spend half my day imagining what I'm going to do for you when I get home, and I don't just mean sex, either. I like knowing that as soon as I walk through the door my world begins and ends with you."
His stiff erection poked against my hip.
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by Tymber Dalton
"But the sex is hotter."
He nodded, smiling. "Fuck, yes. I spend most of my day at work hard as a rock. I haven't felt like this in years."
I wanted honesty, I got it.
I knew we couldn't go back. Frankly, I really didn't want to. Maybe I could find a balance I could comfortably live with.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my hips against him. "I want you to take me to bed and make love to me. If you're a good boy, I'll reward you."
He shivered with anticipation. "Really?"
I kissed the base of his throat. "Yes. Make love to me right now, and I'll let you spend the rest of the evening with one of your toys in your ass—"
He scooped me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine, practically running with me to our bedroom.
Something inside me broke free in a good way. I could live like this.
Maybe I hadn't been trying hard enough. Maybe I hadn't spent enough time looking for my path, had spent too much time focused on his, trying to do it the way I thought he wanted it done.
An hour later, he'd made me come twice and left me a melted puddle of flesh in the middle of our bed. I crooked my finger at him. "Fuck me, baby."
I didn't have to ask twice. As his eyes squeezed shut I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then I stretched just a little, running my finger down the crack of his ass and settling it over his rim.
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by Tymber Dalton
He gasped, his strokes harder. I teased him, not fucking him with my finger, just pressing firmly enough against the puckered ring of muscle to give him a tantalizing hint of what I knew he wanted.
I tangled the fingers of my other hand in his hair and pulled his head down to my shoulder. I growled in his ear,
"You come really hard for me, and scream when you come, and I'll make sure your sweet ass is full all evening, baby."
He screamed.
* * * *
As tired as I was, I felt determined
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