Another moan escaped her.

“How’s that, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“That’s not exactly the answer I was looking for.”

“It’s good, Sir.”

“Want me to continue?”

“Please, Sir.”

He grinned and leaned in to bite one ass cheek, then the other, hard enough to make her squeal and squirm and leave faint marks. “I’m going to completely own this sweet ass tonight.” He’d ordered a harness and several butt plugs for her, but they hadn’t arrived yet.

The thought of locking her in it for a weekend, with a vibrating egg in her pussy and a butt plug in her ass, made his cock throb.

As he made sure she was loose enough to continue, he noticed how she’d started rocking her hips in time with his movements, fucking herself back onto his hand. She’d done a little anal play on herself in the past, she’d admitted, but no one had ever fucked her back there.

Her virgin ass would be his.

After a few minutes he added more lube and a second finger. She whined a little bit as he slowly massaged and stretched her muscles with the tips of his fingers before repeating the process. Carefully, he worked the two fingers into her tight ass, scissoring them to help ready her for his cock.

It didn’t take long for the discomfort to turn to pleasure. She soon started fucking herself back onto his hand again, her juices now dripping from her cunt. Her bare pussy lips were puffy.

He reached under her with his free hand and tweaked her clit, making her jump. “Just wait until I get you ready for my cock,” he warned. “I’m going to park myself inside your ass and use the Hitachi on you. Make you come until I think you’ve had enough.”

She whimpered, but her hips sped up.

That earned her a laugh. He withdrew his hand, mindful of her disappointed whines, and started over again with three fingers.

It took longer, but taking his time, he patiently worked on her until she was once again eagerly humping herself onto his hand.

“Such a good girl.” After he thought he had her ready, he withdrew his hand again and stripped off the glove. He grabbed a condom and slicked his shaft with lube before drizzling more down the seam of her ass.

“Time for me to take full possession of this sweet ass.” She fell still as he pressed the engorged head of his cock against her prepared rim. She froze, but soon started rocking her hips against him once more.

“Good girl.” He let her set the pace, holding still as she began fucking herself little by little onto his cock, until his thighs were pressed against her ass and he was buried to the root inside her.

He grabbed the Hitachi. “Such a good girl. Good girls get rewards.” He switched it on and reached around her to press it against her clit.

She exploded. The feel of her tight channel squeezing his cock nearly made him explode. He held back only through sheer force of will as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her.

Forced orgasm torture, he’d soon discovered, was a favorite of his. He loved nothing more than to watch her body writhe under his hands, under his control as he forced waves of pleasure through her.

He didn’t know how long it was before he finally felt his own impending release subside enough he felt safe switching off the vibrator. Setting it aside, he grabbed her hips. “Mine,” he whispered as he slowly withdrew before thrusting again. “All mine.”

He slapped her ass. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, Sir!” He knew from the sound of her voice she was deep in subspace.

“Yes, it does. Such a good girl.” He knew he wouldn’t last long. Her ass was so tight, felt so good, that it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“I want Sir to fuck and own my ass.”

“Good girl.” He sped up, harder, deeper, faster. Then it happened, an explosion rushing through his nervous system as his balls emptied into the condom, filling it with his cum. He braced himself, his arms on either side of her, and feathered kisses along her spine. “My good girl,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

She turned her head enough she could force an eyelid open and look at him. She wore a sweet, sexy, sated smile. “I love you, too, Sir.”

* * *

Laura stirred when she heard the alarm go off Thursday morning, but then it silenced and she closed her eyes again. She hadn’t slept well at all, even with Rob there, because of nightmares running on a repeating loop through her brain.

The only comfort she had was that she was now used to them.

When she next opened her eyes, Rob sat next to her on the edge of the bed.

Fully dressed in his uniform.

“Hey,” he said. “Sorry. I didn’t want to leave without saying good-bye.”

“What time is it?”

“Twenty till six.”

She started to sit up then winced as pain took over.

“Stay there.” He left the bedroom, returning a few minutes later with a pain pill and water. “Take it.”

That tone again. Even half asleep and hurting like hell it cut through her soul to some secret place that made her want to curl up in his lap and beg him to stay.

He helped her sit up enough she could swallow the pill and some water before easing her back down onto her pillow. “Why does it hurt more now than it did in the hospital?” she asked.

“You’re not on IV meds anymore. And they were making you take meds on a regular basis in the hospital. Plus you were basically moving between bed and the bathroom and back again. You need to take it easy and not rush it.”

He leaned in and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to her forehead. He smelled good, his laundry detergent and soap and deodorant filling a gaping void inside her. She reached up and hooked her fingers into his shirt until he leaned close again.

Eyes still closed, she deeply inhaled several times. The laundry room came to mind again, the one she’d pictured before. “I want to go to your house again,” she said.

“I had the locksmith change all the locks after…when he came to do your doors. I’ll leave a key and a note for Bill. He needs to call me so I can walk him through the alarm.”

She opened her eyes. In the dim light, his brown eyes looked dark, deep…

Sad.

“Thank you,” she said.

His brow furrowed. “For what, sweetheart?”

“For not giving up on me.”

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. He knelt next to the bed and gently cupped her hand in both of his and pressed his lips to it. “I love you. The only thing that can make me stop taking care of you is me dying, or you flat-out telling me you don’t want me anymore.”

With her free hand she caressed his cheek. Despite it hurting, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips, lingering, savoring it. “Thank you for being patient with me.”

“Forever, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I want you.”

His jaw worked, as if he had to swallow. “I want you, too. More than anything.”

“I don’t know how long…until…I can…”

He kissed her hand again. “It doesn’t matter. You’re in no condition to even think about that, anyway. And if it takes weeks or months or even years for you to get to that point, then that’s how long it takes.”

“Did we…on our first date?”

He actually laughed. “No. For starters, I’m not like that, and neither are you. Secondly…” He let out another laugh and shook his head. “If I had time, I’d tell you the story. Let’s say our first date was a true disaster. Fortunately, we kept trying until we got it right.”

After one more kiss, he stood and carefully freed his hands from hers. “Do you need Bill to show you how to work your phone?”

She felt her face heat. “Yeah. I think so.” She’d barely looked at it, overwhelmed. Frustrated that she knew she’d easily worked it before…

Before.

Everything before.

“I’ll put that in the note, too. I walked Doogie already.” The dog was curled up on the bed on her other side, in the space Rob had occupied. The Lab looked from him to her and back again.

“Love you,” he told her.

She let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “I love you, too.” That much she knew. She’d take it on faith despite whatever rumbles tried to traipse through her mind.

Deep in her heart, she knew she loved him.

She closed her eyes and let the pain pill kick in.

* * *

Her stomach was growling when she pulled herself out of bed close to ten o’clock that morning. Bill was sitting in the living room and working on his laptop.

“There she is. How you feeling?”

She made her way over to the couch and eased herself down onto it before leaning over to rest her head against his shoulder.

“That bad, huh?” he asked.

“Yeah. Please don’t ask me to take another pain pill. I want to go to the shop today.”

“Your presence there is not requested. Steve and Carol said they’d both help load you back in the truck so I could haul you home.”

She didn’t want to cry. She’d done enough of that. She also didn’t want to stay cooped up at the condo. Frustration set in.

“When do I get to decide what I do with my life? Or is this who I was before, just letting everyone tell me what to do?” Despite the pain it caused her, she stood and headed for the kitchen. “I’m sick and tired of everyone else telling me what to do. And worse, I’ve got a psycho who wanted me dead keeping me in fear for a life I can’t even fucking remember!”

He followed her to the kitchen but she turned and pushed him out. “Go. Just…go sit down and leave me alone. I’ll make my own breakfast. I’m not helpless.”