hard, and I thought he was going to lose it, but he just murmured, “Just welts all over the—”
“Fuck!” Aaron had come, coating his hand and cock. “Oh, fuck. I’m… I’m sorry…”
Oh, he was sorry, but he was so hot too. So turned on and ready to take whatever Kelly and I dished out. Of course I’d punished him for coming too soon, which was why he’d spent the next day wearing a cock cage. There were three cages he was willing to wear—he did, after all, have to be able to do his job—and I’d let Kelly choose between them. Naturally, Kelly had picked the meanest of the three, and like me, he’d probably spent the entire next day thinking about how miserable Aaron was.
And after I’d removed the cage the next night, after I’d gently told Aaron his punishment was over, he’d begged me to fuck him hard, and while I had, he’d begged for more sweet torture.
“Please let him hurt me,” he’d moaned over his shoulder. “Baby, please.”
“I don’t know,” I’d teased right back, pinning his arm behind his back as I’d slammed into that gorgeous ass. “You think you’re ready for it? Think you can handle him and me?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Let me…”
When I told him I would, he came harder than he had in a long, long time.
My God, I was in heaven with these two. And now they were both ready. I was ready. All we needed was all three of us together and a decision about how exactly Kelly and I were going to make Aaron scream. That was the plan for this evening.
So of course, that was when Aaron’s job decided to do what it did best—drop something urgent in his lap and keep him late. Big shock.
“You know,” I said into my phone as I headed downstairs. “Most spouses would get concerned if their husband called and said they were in jail.”
Aaron laughed. “I didn’t say I was in jail. I said I was at the jail.”
“Semantics.”
“Uh-huh.” He sighed, humor fading. “Listen, I don’t know how long I’ll be. This could be quick and easy, or it could be a few hours. I haven’t gotten many details yet.”
“All right. Well, Kelly’s probably going to be here shortly, so we’ll figure something out. Just focus on your client and get home when you get home.” I paused. “Do you need food? I can get something delivered to the station, or have something waiting for you here.”
“Hmm. Would you mind grabbing me a sandwich? Something cold so I can eat it whenever I get home?”
“Will do.”
“Thanks. I’ll be home as soon as I can. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
We ended the call, and only then did I let go of the disappointed sigh. I didn’t want him to feel guiltier than he already did. This was part of his job, and we both knew what we were signing up for, just like my job at the university sometimes meant early mornings (ugh) or teaching night classes. Such was life.
Tonight, it meant canceling an evening we’d both been looking forward to with Kelly. Damn it.
And since he was supposed to be here in the next fifteen minutes or so, Kelly was probably already on his way over. I didn’t feel right calling him and telling him to turn around—plus I didn’t like calling people when I knew they were driving—so I’d wait until he was here and see what he wanted to do from there. Maybe we wouldn’t end up playing tonight, but I wouldn’t say no to his company.
When he arrived a few minutes later, I stood aside to let him in. “So hey, Aaron just called, and it looks like it’s just going to be us for a while—he got hung up at work at the last minute.”
“Oh, that sucks.” Kelly started to toe off his shoes, but hesitated. “Any idea when he’ll get cut loose?”
“Hard to say. Long hours are part of his job. It’s not as bad now as it was in Chicago, but he goes through periods where he burns the midnight oil.” I shrugged. “Comes with the territory.”
“Damn.” He met my eyes. “Will he, um, be too tired to do anything when he gets home?”
Sighing, I nodded. “Probably. But you’re more than welcome to stay anyway, if you don’t mind just hanging out.”
“I mean, I’m already here. If you want me to stay…” His brow pinched.