Things Made Right (11 page)

“Yes, Sir.”

“I say that because they’ll be your rules as much as they are mine. All the more reason for you to obey them. You won’t have an excuse that they weren’t fair, because you’ll agree to them. Don’t disappoint me, sweetheart. I trust you to be a good girl for me, including admitting when you need punishment. All good girls need punishment from time to time. That won’t disappoint me. But not admitting when you need it will.”

The thought of disappointing him pierced her in a painful way. She’d rather take a hard paddling from Ross than disappoint him. “Yes, Sir. I promise. I won’t disappoint you.”

A wide, proud smile creased his handsome face. “I know you won’t, baby. I trust you.” He started fucking her harder, faster, one more orgasm sweeping through her as he hit all the right places inside of her.

Yes, sometimes he hurt her. But only in the good ways. She was more than okay with it.

Because he’d healed her.

He’d made things right.

He’d made
her
right.

“That’s my good girl,” he grunted, hard, deep strokes driving her into the mattress until he finally exploded and fell still, his cock softening inside her.

He nuzzled the valley between her breasts, licking, kissing. “Let me get you untied and—”

“No, Sir,” she whispered. “Please?”

He cocked his head, a playful smile filling his face. “No?”

“Can I stay tied up a little longer? Please, Sir?”

He grinned. “You risk me getting hard again.”

“That’s okay. It’s a risk I’m happy to take.”

“I get hard again while you’re tied up, you’re getting fucked again. And tomorrow, when we go hiking, I’m going to make you pick a switch while we’re out for me to stripe your ass with.”

Her pussy fluttered around his cock.

He noticed, his gaze narrowing. “You like that idea, don’t you?”

Damn right she did. If he didn’t care about her, he wouldn’t pay her any attention. Or it’d just be about the sex and nothing more.

She couldn’t explain why this had so quickly become such an important part of her life, of their relationship.

To her, it meant he cared. That he paid her attention. That he was a man of his word.

And she loved feeling a sore ass, seeing the marks—
his
marks—on her flesh.

His ownership of her.

Ownership she’d asked for. Begged for.

Wanted.

Needed.

Craved.

He leaned in and nibbled on the side of her neck, biting down and making her cry out as he growled against her flesh.

Another thing she’d quickly discovered she enjoyed—being bitten.

Which was a damn good thing since Ross was a biter.

“Guess what, baby?” he whispered in her ear. “We’re going to go hiking, and you’re going to pick a good switch before we even get into the woods. And I’m going to carry it with me while we hike. You’re going to see it all morning. Knowing that it’s going to be used on your sweet ass. And then, finally, only when I decide, I’m going to use it on your ass and stripe you with it before I put you on your hands and knees and fuck you right there under the big blue sky.”

She gasped, a small flutter of pleasure sweeping through her as her swollen clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

“And that switch will come home with us, too,” he said. “It’ll hang on our wall, next to our wedding portrait. And anyone who asks, we’ll tell them it’s just a pleasant reminder of our honeymoon.”

Okay, that was an orgasm. Another small one, but still…

He laughed. “Oh, baby. You are sooo screwed. By our first anniversary, you’re going to be a full-blown masochist begging for me to beat your ass before I fuck you.” He bit her again, on the other side of her neck. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sir.”

He rocked his hips against her. “Oooh, guess who’s hard again?”

Relieved, she smiled up at him. “About time, Sir.”

Loren didn’t have a lot to move, fortunately. Neither did Ross. Although they both had cars, Loren wasn’t sure hers could make the drive all the way down to Florida.

Ross opted to rent a small moving truck and a car dolly and tow her car, while Loren drove his. He would drive the truck.

After a series of teary good-byes with Emily and a few other friends, Loren climbed behind the wheel of Ross’ car and started following him on the drive south to their new home. He’d already rented them an apartment in Tampa. They’d have to buy some items that they didn’t have already, even though wedding presents had helped Loren fill out things like dishes, pots and pans, and other essentials that had come with the furnished apartment she and Emily had been renting.

Mark had given up his apartment and moved in with his sister, partly to keep their parents happy and partly to save money.

At least Loren no longer had any worries about what might happen to her friend in her absence.

The threat no longer existed.

And Loren had slept like a rock every night since.

Ross had already given Loren a couple of basic, easy rules to follow. Once they were settled into their apartment, they’d sit down and put a few more into place. Loren was secretly thrilled about that. Their honeymoon alone had been amazing and only reinforced in her heart she’d made the right decision.

The man she’d married was utterly and completely devoted to her. Whatever it took to make him happy, she’d do it, because she knew without a doubt how he felt about her.

One thing he’d asked for during the trip was for her to stay right behind him, following him, and to try not to let other cars get between them. He wanted to be able to glance in the mirror and see her. Since the moving truck would need to stop for gas more often than the car, it only made more sense for him to set the gas schedule.

It was late in the day and they were somewhere in South Carolina. Loren had lost the latest radio station she’d been listening to and started fiddling with it, trying to find another.

That’s why when she looked up, it was too late to follow Ross off the exit ramp he’d taken.

“Shit!” She had a semi coming up behind her and couldn’t exactly slam on the brakes.

Then she saw the next sign and realized not only had she screwed up, she was coming up on an interchange and had no idea which way Ross had intended to go next.

“Dammit!”

Near tears, she opted to take the first ramp, which would dump her into an exit in two miles, according to the sign.

Then she got off at the first exit and waited, pulling into a gas station right there by the exit ramp and parking where he’d be able to see her.

And waited.

And waited.

It was nearly a half hour later when, with great relief, she spotted the truck coming down the exit ramp. She got out and waved, hugging herself, berating herself for her stupidity.

Ross, hampered by the tow dolly, got turned around and pulled into the parking lot. When she walked over to him, he flew out of the cab, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her to him.

“What the
hell
happened?” Then he pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tightly against him. “Don’t you
ever
scare me like that again!”

She burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I was playing with the radio and by the time I looked up, you were already turning off and there was a truck behind me, and—”

He spun her around, pushing her into the cab, over the seat. She was wearing a sundress, more comfortable for the drive than shorts or jeans. With one hand pinning her down by the back of her neck, and the other yanking up her dress and pulling down her panties, Ross proceeded to spank the crap out of her.

When he jerked her to her feet again, he pulled her into his arms, holding her, his face buried in her hair. “New rule, baby. No radio. Not until I say so. You
ever
pull a stunt like that again and scare me, you won’t be able to drive because I’ll pull my belt off and beat your ass. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she tearfully whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh.” He rocked her, stroking her hair. “It’s okay. Well, it’s
not
okay, but clean slate. Do
not
do that again.”

Now she had another problem.

The spanking had left her hornier than hell.

Ross glanced around. From the angle they were parked, trees and Ross’ car blocked most of the view of the cab.

He turned her around again and pushed her over the seat, pulling her dress up again.

She felt him unfastening his jeans. “You don’t come right now, baby, then you just have to wait until we stop for the night.” That was the only warning she got before he slid his cock inside her.

He folded his body over hers, one hand finding her clit and lightly pinching it. “Come quick, sweetheart. I know I will. You know what spanking your ass does to me.”

It didn’t take her long. And then he was coming, with a pleased grunt, burying himself inside her.

After just a moment he withdrew. She started to turn and sink to her knees, but he grabbed her arm and kept her upright. “Don’t move. We can’t do that here.” He looked around. “I shouldn’t have done this here, but you scared the crap out of me.”

He tucked himself in and zipped up, then held his hand out to her. “Panties.”

She felt her face heat. “Sir?”

“Don’t make me ask a second time, girl.”

She balanced on one leg, getting them pulled off and handing them to him.

“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You’ll have to just drive with a pussy full of my cum until we stop for the night. You’d better hope you don’t get a wet spot on your dress. In fact, grab a puppy pad from my overnight bag and put it on the seat, and pull your skirt out so it’s your bare ass on the pad.”

He wore an evil grin that only made her hotter and wetter.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He leaned in, his lips inches from hers. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me, Sir.”

He kissed her forehead. “Yes, you are. You won’t miss an exit again, will you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Get the pad out. And then pull the car over to the pumps so we can top off the tank. You will pump the gas. No panties, and my cum running down the inside of your thighs.” His sadistic grin only made her problem worse. “There might be plenty of mornings I send you off to your classes with no panties and your pussy full of my cum. Wouldn’t that be nice, girl?”

Her heart raced. “Yes, Sir.”

He cupped his hand around the back of her neck and stared deeply into her eyes. “You have no idea how fucking much I love you, do you?”

She smiled. “Not nearly as much as I love you, Sir.” Yes, she’d take whatever kinky, dirty, sadistic thing he wanted to do to her. She’d quickly learned a lot of what he threatened was just that, a really hot threat he had no intention of carrying out.

Didn’t mean she wouldn’t do it if he ordered her to. Because she would. With pleasure, and without hesitation.

Because if it made him happy, that’s all she cared about.

Because her reason for being was to keep him happy. And if anyone didn’t understand it, that was their problem, not hers.

Later that night, once they were in their hotel room, he made her kneel on the bed, head down, ass up, arms and legs tied to immobilize her, while he spanked her once more for good measure. She came nearly immediately when he fucked her, and a second time just from the feel of his body pressing against her freshly spanked ass.

Then he pulled her into the shower with him, washing every inch of her body and sinking to his knees to use his mouth on her and bring her to one more orgasm.

As they fell asleep that night, his body spooned around hers, she smiled as she felt the slight sting in her ass where it rubbed against his thighs.

She was a well-loved, well-fucked, well-owned woman.

And that was exactly what she wanted to be.

It was all she wanted to be.

* * * *

Loren’s parents flew down for her graduation. She didn’t miss her mom’s obvious relief when Loren rejoined them after the ceremony.

The long, crushing hug her mom gave her.

“I was wrong about him,” her mom whispered in her ear. “Thank god, I was so wrong. You look so happy.”

Loren nodded. “That’s because I
am
happy, Mom.”

Ross still had another year of law school ahead of him, but so far was doing well. They had an ever-growing circle of friends in the Tampa area, and Loren was eager to get back into the job market.

She’d changed her major from accounting to marketing and already had a lead on several jobs, including one with a local resort hotel. It would mean moving to Sarasota, but Ross had already started looking at apartments in the area, even though she hadn’t officially been offered a job yet.

And even though it would mean a longer commute for him to school.

When she tried to protest, he silenced her, pulling the Master card, not wanting her to have to drive far to work.

The only thing…

The one thing she sometimes cried about, her head in his lap as he stroked her hair and looked so utterly sad that he couldn’t fix
that
for her.

The one thing two more doctors had told her would likely never happen.

The one thing she’d wanted, but it increasingly looked like she’d never have.

The one thing she knew Ross would give anything to fix for her.

The one thing she knew would forever shape how he treated her, trying to give her the moon and the stars, doing anything and everything else he could to make her happy, keep her happy, to make up for it.

The one thing that, no matter how she tried to tell him she didn’t hold him responsible for it, he would forever feel guilty about.

That one thing.

* * * *

Three months after Loren’s graduation, they were settling into their new apartment in Sarasota. She was three weeks into her new job at the high-end resort and had already dealt with four A-list Hollywood stars in the course of her duties.