“Yes, baby,” I whispered.
“Okay, Cassie. His for hers. You take out mine, I’ll go get yours.”
I held fast. “I changed my mind.”
“No spanking?”
I lifted my head, shifted it, and said in his ear, “Will you work me full?”
“She’s not done with my ass,” he muttered.
I dropped my head to the pillow and caught his eyes. “You don’t have to—”
“Baby, you want it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then you get it.”
“But—”
“Did I give you any indication I didn’t like what you just gave me?”
He absolutely didn’t.
“No.”
“We make a deal. I work you full, spank your plugged ass, after I give it to you, you suck me while you fuck me and I eat you, givin’ it to you again while you give it to me. That work for you?”
I writhed underneath him.
His lips twitched. “It works for you.”
“Yeah, honey.”
He rolled, kissed my hip, and exited the bed to get my toy.
Some time later, I got a red ass and two more orgasms.
Deacon didn’t get the former, but he got one of the latter.
Only then was I done.
And Deacon, who, if he had it in him, gave me what I wanted (and he so had it in him), only then left the bed to let Bossy in (Priest had to sleep in his kennel, poor baby) and rejoin me there.
We nestled together and went to sleep while Bossy snored, lying on the floor on Deacon’s side of the bed.
* * * * *
I sat in the Suburban watching Deacon saunter back from the building.
He got in and we both looked to the building.
We waited.
The receptionist came back. Through the windows, we saw her read the note. We heard her shout from where we were all the way across the street. Then we watched her run, arms in the air waving excitedly, back down the hallway.
That was when Deacon started the Suburban and sent her on her way.