Valentine's Day

I'd started writing a new series, focusing on a new character, and realized I wanted to keep going back to Gary's universe, filling in some of the blanks, continuing some storylines. I'd kept ruining Valentine's Day for Sienna across the 4 series, and decided I wanted to write a GOOD Valentine's Day for her and Gary. And so this story came about slowly.

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Disclaimers:

The following may contain language and scenes that may upset some readers. There are multiple discussions of or flashbacks to past injuries or violent encounters.

"Valentine's Day" can be read as stand-alone fiction, however you will understand the characters and the situations they find themselves in much better if you've read my previous works - Messy, Three Weeks On The Road, Jessie, To My Senses, and Sienna in the order in which they were posted.

This work was written on a large screen phone. Please forgive any errors due to autocorrect, while I think I've got them all fixed, there may be a few left over.

Thank you for reading, and for all your public and private comments, and your votes, throughout the years. I appreciate you giving me your time.

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"Dammit, you feel good..." I groaned into Jessie's hair. Still lubricated by the remnants of last night's fun, she accepted me easily, her sheath stretching me as I entered her from behind.

"You feel good too, daddy. Uhhhh!" She gasped as my gentle entry filled her completely, and I felt her hand claw into my flank, pulled my head back as hers arched with sensation.

We'd gone to bed in our usual position, Jessie draped across half my body, her head on my chest, but had woken up spooned after multiple shifts in the night. With my raging morning wood pressing into her naked ass, I'd wanted my girl that morning, and had gently slid my hand over her hip to begin stroking her slit. Light feathery touches up and down her lips, slowly lighting the fire within her before I pulled my hand back, licked my fingertips, and began brushing at her clit. Jessie had whimpered her sleep and shifted, but years of sleeping next to her told me she was still slumbering.

Eventually I quit stimulating her so directly, and returned to stroking her smooth pussylips, up and down, occasionally sliding a little lower to gather up our fluids from her entrance. This time when I returned to the apex of her sex, my wet fingers were more insistent in their movements.

My raven-haired lover came awake as her body came to climax, and I held her close as it rolled through her for at least a minute before shifting fractionally lower in the bed and guiding myself into her cunt.

"Sleep well?"

Jessie moaned as my slow retraction stimulated a particularly sensitive spot inside her, grinned as I pushed slowly back in. "Yeah. You wore me out last night."

*******

We were in Shelbyville Tennessee for Jessie's work and a brief vacation over the holiday. Since I wouldn't be with her tonight - the actual night of Valentines, we'd celebrated the evening of the 13th and well into the early hours of the 14th.

We'd started with dinner at a cozy local restaurant. I was dressed in a white shirt, suit coat, and jeans, Jessie wearing an inexpensive and modest skirt and satin blouse that gave no indication of the sheer satin bodysuit beneath or the kegel beads and buttplug inside her. We'd flirted cutely at the table, and she'd shifted in her chair, trying to get comfortable on her spanked-red buttocks and succeeding only in teasing her sensitive holes with the toys.

Dessert was back in our suite at the bed and breakfast, chocolate chunk cookies and Masters Keep - Jessie giggling cutely at the name - and after she'd finished her cookie and was looking at me with pure adoration shining from her eyes, I'd ripped her clothes off.

Literally.

The blouse was split from neck to hem, and I'd torn the waistband of the skirt down to the knee as I'd pulled it from her. She'd crawled back up on the bed as I'd undressed in front of her, seemingly trying to get away from me, and once I was naked I'd dragged her by her ankle back to the edge of the bed, unsnapped the the crotch of her bodysuit, pulled the kegel beads from her swollen pussy, and buried my cock in her to the hilt while pinning her face down on the bed.

I'd roughly fucked her plug-tightened twat till her adorable laughs of sensation became cries of orgasm, and then I dragged her back up on the bed, pinned her arms above her head, and mounted my woman again, this time face to face. She'd felt my thrusts growing more insistent, felt me growing harder inside her, and began begging me not to cum, telling me that we weren't using protection and I couldn't finish inside her, asking me with pretended panic to pull out and cum anywhere else instead. I ignored her pleading, shifting one hand from her wrists to her neck, and choked her through my climax while still pinning her down.

Jessie went absolutely nuts at the feeling of being creampied, humping and grinding back at me, squeezing herself around me, trying to get herself off even as I continued rutting. And when she did... her entire body went rigid, then loose, contracting and relaxing in the throes of a wild orgasm, shrieking so loud that I had to tighten my grip on her neck so that her cries of pleasure wouldn't echo through the building.

Coming down, we cuddled together, Jessie clutching me to her while I stroked her face, gently kissed her, while she repeated over and over that she loved me and that she belonged to me.

*******

I returned to the present as my gothic girl reached back to claw her nails into my side as my slow, metronomic thrusting pulled a musical laugh from her throat. "Shit, I would've thought you'd be tired after last night."

I rubbed her round glute. "I woke up spooning this great ass and was inspired. How are you feeling this morning?"

She stretched in my arms, turned her beautiful face towards mine. Fuck, she was an aesthetic marvel. Faintly freckled high cheekbones, thin lips that pulled back wide in a smile, laugh, or gasp of ecstasy, intelligent gray eyes, and a shock of white in her black hairline, a reaction to the bullet and car crash that had nearly ended her life.

It was slightly awkward, but we kissed over her shoulder, hard and deep, her tongue squirming against mine until she whimpered. She pulled away, held my gaze out of the corner of her eye. "I feel amazing. Sore. Ashamed. I feel like I'm yours."

I kissed her again, and she gave a little cry as I thrust a little harder.

*******

After we came down from our mutual climax the previous night, I'd pulled Jessie to her feet and guided her to stand in the middle of the bedroom. I'd stripped her gorgeous, expensive bodysuit from her with far more care than the cheap clothing she'd bought for me to destroy, then blindfolded her and gently guided a ballgag between her teeth and snapping it behind her head. After whispering instructions not to move or earn the paddle, I set about repurposing some furniture for the purpose of fucking my woman.

I spread the thick, fluffy comforter out on the floor in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, gently lowered a chair to it, and padded likely pressure points with pillows and other blankets. Then I guided Jessie to it, and positioned her on. Cling wrap secured her arms to the legs of the chair, and her feet apart to opposite sides of the back, trapping her in a doggystyle position.

Leaving her alone for a moment, I gathered toys and tools from our duffel across the room, then returned to begin deliciously torturing my beautiful girl, then stood a moment watching her. Her lean body was still except for the in and out of her breath, patiently awaiting my touch.

I moved to the nude, immobilized woman, and knelt at her side. Her black leather collar went around her slim neck. Little grunts of pain escaped her gagged mouth when I affixed clamps to her nipples. And she made a cute little cry of surprise and pleasure when my two lube-cold fingers probed her backdoor and finally opened her up to slide in and pump and twist gently.

When I was satisfied that her butthole was appropriately slicked and stretched, I pressed the round end of anal-hook against her and murmured in her ear that she needed to push back for it. I slowly worked the toy in, and once the orifice had closed around the slim stem, I gently guided her head up, and threaded the braided cord attached to the hook through the D ring, knotting it tight to require my girl to keep her head up.

"One more toy, and then we'll have some fun," I'd whispered in Jessie's ear. Her pussy was well-lubricated by her own arousal and my spending, and after pairing the remote vibrator with my phone, I eased it in, positioning the vibrating stem against her clit.

Jessie jerked when the toy buzzed to life inside her, and her gagged cry of pleasure and pain and realization made my erection twitch. Or maybe that was the erotic sight in front of me.

Her inclination would've been to roll her hips with the vibration, but the hook attached to her collar forced her into one position. So instead she just shivered and moaned and drooled. I turned the toy off before she could climax, leaving her whining and shifting against the chair. Those vocalizations climbed to a muffled yelp and she jerked as much as her predicament would let her when the dragontail whip striped pain across her asscheeks. I knelt and stroked her cheek, and even blindfolded, she turned her head like she could look at me. "Hold still, young lady."

She tried. She really did. Even as the narrow rolled leather whip drew lines of stinging heat across her bottom and upper thighs, she held as still as possible, only a shiver or shift betraying the pain she was experiencing. And then I didn't give her any time to process the end of whipping before turning on the vibrator again.

Jessie couldn't hold still for that. She jerked and whined and this time I let her cum. I played the slider on my phone up and down, varying the sensation until I could see the tells in her body that orgasm was inescapable, and then I cranked the vibration to the max. The raven-hair girl would've screamed but for the rubber ball in her mouth, and instead all that came out was a loud, plaintive, feminine whine. I watched as her body jerked, tightening and releasing in convulsions of ecstasy, and then I let the vibrations continue until she was whimpering pitifully and twitching.

I turned the toy off and gently slipped it from her leaking wet twat, massaging her heated, striped red glutes for a long moment, comforting the stinging flesh. Then I knelt behind her, stroked the head of my erection up and down her leaking slit, and pushed into Jessie. She groaned around the gag as I stretched her plug-tightened pussy. The metal ball pressed against the top of my cock through the thin membrane between the two orifices as I thrust, giving my lover the feeling of being completely filled, and she groaned breathily as I moved back and forth inside her.

Leaning over her back, I brought my lips to her ear. "Daddy's gonna breed you again, Jessie."

My words took her over the edge. I felt her clutch liquidly around me, and her body locked up before releasing a moment later, a whimper rising to a muffled whine when I reached around her chest to pinch and remove one of the clamps currently biting her sensitive nipples. I picked up my place, hammering against her glutes, the sound of skin slapping skin as I fucked my overwhelmed woman. Dammit, she was SO wet and tight....

I really picked up the pace after releasing the last nipple clamp. Jessie had cum again from the pain of blood flowing back into her pinched sensitive flesh, and I wanted nothing more now than to creampie the clenching sheath I was currently stretching. Hands on her flanks, I started throwing in deeper strokes, straining to push as far into Jessie as possible and... I held against her ass as my cock clenched and a torrent of hot sticky jizz spilled into my gothic girl in a series of body-wracking pulses.

I held there, sweating, breathing hard, listening to the feminine pants of exertion and sensation coming from behind Jessie's ballgag, and once my heart stopped hammering, I slowly withdrew, a feeling of satisfaction swelling inside me as creamy white semen leaked across stimulated-red flesh and down my lover's thigh.

Moving to kneel by Jessie's head, I stroked her sweat-slicked cheek. "You are so full of my cum, babygirl."

*******

I shifted my hand up from Jessie's slit to cup one of her tiny breasts, shifting my fingers to pinch and roll the nipple, drawing a cutely squeaked "Ah!" of feminine pleasure from her. "Why do you feel ashamed? Didn't you like what we did last night?"

Flesh strained against flesh as she rolled her hips against me. "I'm not supposed to like it when you use me like that, daddy... but I can't help it... oh FUCK, please!"

*******

I had unsnapped the gag and gently extracted the rubber ball from between Jessie's teeth, and she nuzzled against my hand, lightly kissing my skin wherever she could get her lips against me. After giving her a long moment to process closeness with me, I untied the cord from her collar, taking the tension off her neck with the anal hook. She rolled her neck and shoulders in a sensual stretch and arched her bottom up as much as she could in her restrained position.

"Good girl," I whispered in her ear. "I'm going to enjoy your ass next."

She inhaled sharply at my statement, and I gave her cheek another gentle brush of the fingers before returning to kneel behind her. Her little pink butthole took some coaxing to relinquish the metal ball on the end of the hook, and I lubed up my fingers once more to massage and explore her back passage. The penetration and the movement inside her had Jessie squirming, both clenching her muscular ring around me, and pushing back to allow me deeper access. And once I reached around her hip to stroke the fingers of my other hand up and down her wet slit, she started wiggling even more, her breathing growing faster as I manipulated her body.

I withdrew my fingers and was rewarded with the sight of her pucker staying gasped open slightly. On impulse I spread her cheeks firmly and lowered my mouth to the orifice, my tongue flicking around and spearing into it. My oral ministrations drove Jessie wild, and she kept trying to futilely hump her bottom back against my face. A few more moments of rimming my raven-haired lover, and I pulled away, drizzled a line of lube across the length of my tool, and massage it around, covering my skin in the shiny, viscous fluid.

One hand on Jessie's back, and the other gripping just behind my angry purple mushroomhead, I pressed against her slightly open butthole, slippery flesh yielding to slippery flesh, and my girl whimpered and clenched as the glans slipped past her muscular ring. And once I was fully sheathed inside her, I reached over and slid the blindfold up and off her head. "Look at that pretty girl in the mirror Jessie."

I didn't know if it was the gentle but deep straining throat or the sight of herself getting fucked, but my love gave a little cry at my words.

My hips retracted and I glanced down at my glistening rod sliding out from between Jessie's pale cheeks before I slowly pushed back in. "You are such a dirty slut, young lady, enjoying your daddy using you like this."

She moaned and hung her head, and I reached out, gripped her black hair, and pulled her head back up. "No. Watch."

I reaching around her hip to fiddle her clit, around her chest to fondle her small hanging breasts and her wildly sensitive nipples, or pulling my hand back to deliver one cheek or another a hard slap, Jessie came over and over while I sodomized her. Skin flushed and sweating, she obeyed perfectly, keeping her head up to watch herself getting fucked, to watch herself cumming. Her reactions were almost as arousing as the act of penetration, dark eyes widening or cheeks tightening in a flash of a wince or mouth going wide in a laugh as she climaxed.

And when I finally strained forward to deliver rope after rope of sperm as deep into her bowels as I could pump, I leaned over to kiss her slim muscular back and my gothic girl practically purred. "I love you Jess."

"I love you too, Gary."

I slowly withdrew, rose unsteadily and found my pants. I cut through the bondage tape holding Jessie in place with my knife, and helped her to her feet from the BDSM furniture I'd improvised. "Wanna shower?"

She wrapped her long arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily. Desperately. Longingly. When she pulled away, her eyes were dark and seductive. "Not a chance. I wanna crawl into bed and savor the feeling of what my man left inside me."

I chuckled. "I'm gonna clean up."

I took a few minutes in the bathroom to urinate, drink a few glasses of water, and scrub the lube from my body with a wet washcloth, and when I returned to the bedroom of our suite, Jessie had packed away our sex toys and was lying in bed watching the bathroom door. The single lamp in the room cast long shadows against the wall as I climbed into bed, and I reached over to turn it.

My lover's slim hand stayed my reach, and her warm body slid against mine as she shifted over on top of me. Wide dark eyes searched mine, and she bit her lower lip, rolled her hips slowly in a deliciously, sinuous, slow feminine grind. "I know I'm a good girl for you when I submit, let you use my asshole."

I slid my fingers through her fine, dark hair, pulled her face to mine, and she turned away, arching her neck so I could kiss the delicate skin of her jaw and throat instead of her lips, and she groaned the sensation.

"You are a good girl, Jessie."

"And I know you think I'm a naughty whore for enjoying it..."

I smirked. This was Jessie's complicated relationship with anal sex. She liked it, liked the feeling, the idea of submitting to me in that way, but she was embarrassed by it, and may have liked the idea of me embarrassing her about it even more.

I gripped her small, firm rump, held her in place, stopping her grinding on my slowly hardening erection trapped between our bodies.

"I'm already lubed up..." her lips brushed my ears and her hair brushed my face as she whispered to me. "So I might as well be naughty again..."

*******

".. but I just LOVE feeling my daddy fill me up... whether it's my mouth... or my cunt... or my asshole... I LOVE having you inside me... your dick... and your cum..." Each of Jessie's pauses was a grind of her hips against me, stirring her snatch around my prick, and she clamped down with a shriek when I grabbed her hip and thrust forward HARD. I picked up the pace, turning her head to plant a searing kiss on her over her shoulder while I hammered away.

The world shrank to just us. The texture of her lips against mine, and the frenzy of her tongue in my mouth. The softness of her hair in my fingers. The intense and plaintive look in her dark eyes. The warmth of her back against my superheated chest. The strain to push another millimeter deeper into her slick twat.

The primal lizard-brain need to claim, to possess, to protect, to own my woman.

The single-minded fierce, desiring love for this person that made me feel whole.

I pulled Jessie's ass against me with my hand on her hip and her eyes widened as she felt me strain to push against her, push further inside her. Lips millimeters from mine, she shrieked as she felt my muscles clench, that shriek rising, then turning into a joyous laugh as my balls tightened up against my body and my cockhead opened up to throb hot, sticky cum deep inside her.

Jessie's hand dove between her legs and I could feel her rubbing frantically at her clit as I climaxed, and then her body jerked and and that laugh turned back into a shriek that I cut off my mashing her lips against mine.

*******

"You're ok with this?" We had showered together and were now dressing together. Jessie flipped her damp black hair back after finishing tugging up her black jeans, and after buttoning them and fastening her belt, she clipped her Shean Dhu inside her waistband, then went looking for her bra. Finding it, she shrugged into the stretchy gray undergarment before looking back at me over her shoulder. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Shit, you look nice."

I had dressed in black Dockers and a black linen shirt tucked in and was now packing my duffel bag and a separate toy bag. I looked up at her responding question. "Cuz I'm spending Valentine's Day and night with another woman. Without you."

"And you and I spent spent last night alone without her."

"Yeah."

"I'm looking forward to watching the kids. Playing with Jane and Nancy. I want to give you and See the Valentine's Day she's never had. And besides..." Jessie interrupted herself by pulling a GNR shirt over her head, then extracting her hair from it. "Besides. She gave me her body for nine months. Least I can do is give her a night alone with you."

She was referencing the fact that Sienna was four months pregnant with twins, implanted with Jessie's frozen eggs and my frozen sperm. See was making good on her promise to be a surrogate for Jessie, especially necessary after the terrorist Morgan Skolnich put a nine millimeter through her torso and destroyed her uterus and sliced a kidney.

"I don't think she looks at this as a debt that you or her owe the other."

"I know, we've talked about it. But that girl has never had a good Valentine's Day, especially never had a Valentine's Day with you. If I can give her that... I want to. I love her. I want her to be happy."

I walked over and wrapped Jessie in a hug. "I love you."

*******

We'd rented two suites in a bed and breakfast in Shelbyville, and after brushing our teeth and making the room presentable after last nights carnal activities, we headed down the hall to Sienna's rooms.

I knocked, and her voice from the other side of the door confirmed it was unlocked. I turned the knob, opened the door.

Someone shot me. I could feel the impacts hammering my chest, climbing to pound against the side of my head, and I flinched away, back into the hall.

Behind me, Jessie giggled and picked a foam dart out of the collar of my corsair jacket. Inside the room I could hear two feminine voices laughing uproariously, one older, one younger, and I pulled my own dart gun from an inside pocket and swept into the room in a shooters stance. Jane squeaked when she saw the muzzle swing towards her and her twisting movement meant the dart grazed her shoulder.

The little blonde girl sprinted over, slamming into my leg and wrapping her arms around it. "Papa!"

I'd never wanted children. Never wanted to hear a child address me with love, never wanted to be a a father with all the worry and responsibility that entailed. Now I couldn't imagine a life without Jane in it. Or Sienna.

I tousled Jane's blonde hair and looked over to the couch where See was nursing the small bundle that was Nancy. She was trying to stop the shaking of laughter that came from seeing her daughter ambush me.

I disentangled myself from Jane with a "Hey Kiddo," and walked over to Sienna, gave her platinum hair a similar tousle. "Schoolgirl," I addressed her in a low voice.

She smirked as she looked up at me. "Professor."

I reached down and stroked Nancy's cheek with a finger. "Good morning, little one."

Jane and Nancy were both biologically Morgan's. Jane has been conceived shortly after I ended my relationship with Sienna and sent her away from the impending violence that was about to explode in my life in Minneapolis. She's found comfort with the AWOL Force Recon Marine working oil fields in the Dakotas, and he'd returned her affections by keeping her strung out on opioids for most of their relationship. She'd found her way back to me - now living in Milwaukee Wisconsin - 3 years later, and been kidnapped by Morgan, tortured, and raped in an attempt to get back his blackmail evidence. I'd been seriously injured by one of his car bombs later.

Morgan hadn't lived to see his second daughter born. Jessie had killed him in a very intentional car crash that had very nearly - permanently - ended her life.

And now we were together. Jessie and Sienna and I. And Jane and Nancy, who were my children, despite their DNA. And the babies of mine and Jessie's, growing within Sienna, they'd be part of our family too. See has asked if, after the twins were born, if she and I could have a child too, and the three of us had agreed.

I was going to have a large family before I was even forty.

"Having a good morning?" I asked.

"Yeah. We had a quiet evening. Slept well. Jane was up real early shooting darts at the wall, and as you can see, Nancy's hungry."

I leaned over and kissed Sienna's platinum hair. "You eat already?"

"Not yet. I can smell the kitchen though, and I'm starving."

"I'll go get us something."

I gave Jessie - in earnest conversation with Jane about the finer points of a repeating Nerf gun - a quick hug and headed downstairs.

I wouldn't say the bed and breakfast was done in colonial style, but even the baseboards were ornate and I had a feeling the tables and chairs had all been meticulously hand carved and bent without power tools by a skilled craftsmen named Obediah. The hallways were light and airy, and even with the... colonial... decorations, the property managers had managed to tuck in some appropriately tasteful hearts and cupids to remind visitors of the Valentine's holiday.

See was right, the kitchen smelled amazing. The chef greeted me warmly and I informed him of the need for multiple breakfasts for the large group on the third floor. Instead of giving me individual plates, he disappeared for a few minutes and returned pushing a cart loaded with large serving dishes full of scrambled eggs, sausage links, and what looked like cubed potatoes with rosemary. Another moment later, and he loaded two pitchers onto the cart, milk and orange juice. He informed me that dishes and utensils were in the cabinets in our rooms, and wished me a delicious breakfast, then disappeared back into the kitchen.

It would be a delicious breakfast,

*******

I wheeled the cart of dirty dishes back to the kitchen and tipped the chef, complimented him on the food, then headed back to See's suite. By the time I got back, the blonde was packing away her toothbrush in an duffel. "You got everything," i asked.

"All packed."

"You want me to start carrying stuff down?"

"Sure."

I gave Jessie - now playing with multicolored rings with Nancy on the couch - a quick hug and slung Sienna's duffel over my shoulder, headed out. I grabbed my two bags from our suite, and took the ornate hallways down to the parking lot.

Tennessee was warm this spring. Pushing past what I had found was the typical high for February, the forecast called for high fifties, maybe even low sixties, and while there was obviously no snow in the forecast, it had been raining off and on, and the ground was either sloppy soaked, or covered in puddles.

I was glad I wore combat boots everywhere now.

I navigated around a few of those puddles and hefted our luggage into the trunk, then took a moment to enjoy the warm spring sun on my face, a cool breeze rustling the nearby pines. A lot different than home in Black River Wyoming. I thought back to the house we were renting while the three story concrete dome Jessie had commissioned was under construction - I'd definitely be shoveling, and the wind sock would probably have blown away.

Today though... Today was beautiful.

Back up to the third floor, and I walked in on Sienna saying goodbye to Jane, telling her to behave for Jessie.

I hugged my gothic girl tight, reveled in the feel of her lithe body warm against mine. She felt so GOOD. "I love you, woman."

"I love you, man."

I pulled away, took her face in my hands, and looked at her. Prominent cheekbones dusted with light freckles. Wide thin lips that pulled back over her incisors when she laughed, or curled in a feral grin. Intelligent gray eyes. The lock of white hair that has appeared on the right side of her hairline after the car accident.

So beautiful and distinctive and distinctively JESSIE. Her face was an aesthetic and erotic marvel, and I couldn't imagine falling asleep tonight without her head on my chest. The time we'd spent recuperating in the hospital was there longest we'd spent outside of each others arms since I'd moved to Milwaukee.

Tonight the only woman in my bed would be Sienna.

"You're mine."

She gave me that intelligent predator grin. "I know." She leaned in and kissed me, pulling away with a playful nip to my lower lip, then turned to say goodbye to See. I watched the women embrace, then swept Jane up in a hug, spinning her around until she shrieked with laughter. I put her down and she wobbled in place, still giggling. "You be good, ok. Listen to Jessie, practice with your darts."

"Yes papa." She leaned in and rubbed her nose on my cheek and the giggled, and I hugged the little girl until she squirmed. Then I took her hand and walked over to where Nancy was crawling around inside a folding playpen. I reached down and scooped her out, and made goofy faces at her until she laughed and tried to reach for my face. "And you be good too."

I had never wanted kids. I had bounced from sexual conquest to sexual conquest in Minneapolis, with an undercurrent of romantic relationship with my then neighbor Tori. I lived for myself, a life of vodka-fueled nonmonagamy that was interrupted by violence. For three years following, Jessie and made a life together, and the only thought of children was the medical emergency of an ectopic pregnancy caused by carelessness. I'd gotten snipped to prevent another accident, putting an end to the idea of carrying my family name into the future.

And then Sienna has shown up on my doorstep one night, Jane in tow, on the run from the Morgan Skolnich. And suddenly there was a child in my life. One to provide for, entertain, educate, and protect. And that responsibility has come as naturally to me as breathing.

Nancy has been born shortly after we made the decision to move to Black River, Wyoming, and for the first time in my life, my world contained a newborn. She shared none of my DNA, but the circumstances of her arrival in the world had no bearing on the joy I felt looking at her, or the love I felt for Sienna.

And now See was pregnant with two children - acting as a surrogate for Jessie and I - and I couldn't imagine a world without these little people in it. I felt fierce PRIDE at her knowledge that I was going to give them the best life possible. They were MY children.

I nuzzled Nancy's blonde hair and set her back in the playpen, and wrapped Jessie up in another hug. Shit, I was going to miss her.

*******

Sienna played with her phone as we drove, occasionally recording little videos to send to Jane and Nancy. The Tennessee countryside was beautiful, rolling hills and bodies of water peeking between the trees, a sense, at times, of wilderness untouched, that one could become lost in if one just parked and stepped out the car door into the woods.

I looked over at See, engrossed in a page of text on her phone. "How are you doing?"

"Good. I think. I've been away from Jane before, but this is the first time away from Nancy in... a while. I know Jessie's a good mom, but I can't help but feel... anxious? Like I'm doing something wrong by leaving her."

"Do you want to turn around? We don't need to spend tonight away, we can order in pizza and watch some old Disney movie, the five of us."

She smiled softly, tucked a strand of platinum hair behind her ear. "No. It's good for Jessie to get a chance to be a mom. And I need a chance to be... yours."

"You're always mine." I reached out and stroked her cheek.

"I know. But I'm a lot more mom these days than I am yours, and we both need... we both need that to change, even for an evening."

"You let me know if... If you are uncomfortable, if you want to go back, if you miss the kiddos so much you want to call this all off. I'll get you back immediately."

"Should I use my safeword?" See smirked and raised an eyebrow at me.

I chuckled. "Sure. If you want."

*******

The hotel in Nashville where we were staying offered underground parking, and I wended the jeep into the bowels of the parking garage, finally finding a spot about two stories down. I shushed the blonde from grabbing luggage, and we found an incongruously luxury elevator to take us to the lobby.

Decorated in dark wood and light paint and fabrics, the inside of the hotel looked modern and spacious, particularly with the large windows showing the street beyond.

We gave IDs and money and pleasantries to the receptionist who handed off plastic access cards in return, and we crossed the polished floor to the elevator back and took another luxury elevator up. The hallways were soft and rich but still modern and airy, and we followed door numbers through the maze until we found our door. I dipped the key in the lock and stepped inside, Sienna trailing behind.

Modern and richly appointed, just like the rest of the hotel. A doorway off the short hallway led to a half bath. The hallway opened up into a dark-wood decorated living room with floor to ceiling windows behind off-white couches that sat in front of a massive TV. A four seat bar table sat in front of another massive window, and just to its left, a hallway led to the bedroom. More dark wood and off-white fabrics, another floor-to-ceiling view of downtown Nashville concealed behind heavy curtains. Off the bedroom was a marble and granite and glass bathroom with lighted mirrors and a lighted glass shower stall next to the tub. I grinned at Siena as I gestured to it and she smirked.

Back in the main living area, I dropped See's access card on the entertainment center, gave her a quick squeeze. "I'm gonna go get the bags. Back in a jiffy."

She put her hands on her hips. "Seriously?"

"Yeah seriously. You wait here."

"I'm pregnant, not an invalid. I'm still exercising, even more lately, and the doctor told me I can still take jiujitsu with you and Jessie for a while yet."

I leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I know. You look great. I'm going to go get the bags, you make yourself comfortable here."

The front desk had a luggage cart and I rolled it to the elevator, down to the jeep, loaded the bags, rolled it back to the elevator, then across the lobby into another elevator, and down the hall to the room. I didn't see Sienna in the living area, figured she was in the bathroom, and unloaded the bags on the sofa, then returned the cart to the lobby.

I checked my watch as I navigate the maze of hallways again. About an hour until Sienna's spa appointment, and then I could visit the city a bit.

The suite was much darker when I returned. The lights were lowered and the blackout curtains had been pulled.

The explanation for that was kneeling naked on the floor in front of the coffee table.

Sienna looked up at me as I entered the living room and gave me a shy smile. "Professor."

"What are you doing, schoolgirl?" She seemed to shiver a bit when I used one of her favorite nicknames.

"Unless you tell me otherwise, I'm not permitted to stand, or the privilege of wearing clothes in any room where you plan on having sex with me. And I think this hotel room definitely counts."

"You can stand."

Sienna rose, and I took in her nude body, a bit of hunger creeping into my gaze. She stood nearly as tall as me, and while her previous pregnancy had added weight to her body, she'd fought to shed it, and now seemed determined to keep the major weight gain off this go around. Her hips were wider and softer, her breasts large and heavy, and in the dusky light of the darkened room, her skin and white-blonde hair seemed to glow.

She reached up and trailed her fingers from jawline down and around the curve of a breast, across her just-beginning-to-swell belly, and further, to her smooth, hairless mons. She stepped closer and the room seem to close around us. "I know how much my owner enjoys seeing me naked... and I wanted to ask... do you want to enjoy something else?"

I reached up to cup the side of her face, and she tilted her head into my hand, groaned softly as I trailed kisses down the other side of her neck to her collarbone.

"Enjoy something else?"

"I'd love to give you a blowjob," Sienna said breathlessly. "Get down on my knees, take that beautiful dick out of your pants and worship it with my mouth until you can't take it anymore and you explode down my throat..."

She slid a hand across my chest and down to the bulge forming in my pants, then backed up, dragging her fingers away slowly. See sat back on the coffee table, very deliberately reclining on one arm and slowly spreading her legs wide. Her other hand stroked the apex of her slit and then she parted the fleshy lips to show the pink inside. "Or if you want to enjoy my cunt instead..."

"You have a spa appointment in like forty-five minutes, See. I don't think they'd appreciate my cum leaking out out of you and onto the massage table."

The blonde very deliberately turned over, pulling her knees up on the code table while keeping them spread, arching her back sensuously, reaching back down between her legs to open herself for me again. "Pull out, I'd love to swallow it. Or give me a facial, before my facial. "

I slowly dragged my hand over the soft curve of her bottom. "Tonight, schoolgirl."

"Ok. Do you want me to get dressed?" She looked up at me from her doggystyle position expectantly.

"Before you go downstairs for your appointment, yes. But not until then."

I helped the nude woman organize our bags and transfer her cosmetics to the bathroom, and then sat down on the sofa, turned on the news. No violence locally it seemed, except for drug shootings in the usual places that we were definitely going to avoid.

Sienna returned from the bedroom with her breast pumps and sat down on the couch, not close to me, but not far away. She seemed embarrassed as she attached the pumps, and the quiet suction noise started. "Bet you don't think I'm so hot now, huh?"

I turned towards her. "I think you're always beautiful, See. Always have."

Her face softened. "I love you, Gary."

"I love you too." I scooted over and put an arm around her, kissed her forehead.

*****

Shortly before noon, Sienna dressed in sweats for her spa appointment and kissed me hungrily, then padded out into the hallway. I puttered around for a few minutes, enjoying the opulence, then video-called Jessie. She answered after two rings, and my camera showed her crawling sound on the floor with Nancy and Jane. "How are my girls?" I asked.

She laughed and swept hair out of her face. "Doing great. Playing with these two. You?"

"About to go get some lunch. See is getting her massage."

"Papa!" Jane grabbed the phone from Jessie and screamed her affection at it before my gothic love mock-wrestled it away from her.

I chuckled and headed out myself, listening to my family roughhouse and talk over each other as I walked down to the street.

My tradition in every city I visit is to find a bar and have a burger and a drink, and Nashville was full of places to do both. Unfortunately, everything nearby was a corporate country themed bar packed full of screaming tourists. So I wandered a while longer, checking out several music stores that sold actual records and buying a few for Jessie, before finding the quietest bar in the maelstrom. The burger was acceptable, and the local whiskey was fairly good, and I took my time watching sports highlights on the big screen before stepping back into the sea of people.

Even as a teenager I enjoyed walking in crowds, and on this cool-warm February day, there were plenty of crowds to join. Morgan Skolnich and the violence he and his handlers had brought to this nation has made me leery of large groups though. I couldn't help but remember Denver, getting beaten in a riot, seeing car bombs eviscerating vehicles and passersby.

I headed back to the hotel.

I'd brought a selection of toys and restraints for my evening with Sienna, and I took a while to lay them out, a spiderweb of rigging across the mattress for tying her down and another over a closet door. A few dildos and vibrators arranged neatly on top of the dresser. And finally, three identical sets of lingerie set on the bathroom counter next to a bag containing the dress I expected Sienna to wear to dinner that evening.

Satisfied that she'd see there preparations and be aroused and intrigued, I showered and shaved and redressed, then flipped open my convertible at the high bar table, and buried myself in work. Black River banking was a mess.

Sienna returned a few hours later and practically sprinted across the hotel room and just about tackled me off my chair into the window. She buried her blonde head - now smelling of sweet scented products - under my chin as she squeezed me in her arms. "Thank you, Gary." Her voice was small. "That was wonderful. I'm so... relaxed. I feel amazing!"

"What all did you do? I gave you a gift card for practically everything."

She hiked herself in on my lap, wrapped an arm around my neck to steady herself. "Something with warm rocks, and then a massage, and then some kind of skin rejuvenation thing, and then another massage... It was wonderful. Thank you so much!" She cuddled up against me and pulled me even tighter.

I felt a warm flush of happiness suffuse my soul hearing her talk about her afternoon. This girl had had such a difficult life since I was her finance instructor in technical college. I loved making her happy, taking care of her. She was mine, and I wanted to take care of her, protect her, comfort her.

I pulled away and took her face in my hands, looked into her green eyes. "I'm glad you had a good afternoon, See."

"I did, thank you."

We sat like that for a long time, the blonde curled against me with my arms around her. I loved her, I really did. We had such a different relationship than I did with Jessie. Jessie was tougher, more independent, even if she did consider herself submissive to me. Sienna was more... passive. Preferred to be led. Our very first meal together, I'd picked Taco Bell and ordered for her.

She said that I owned her, and I could tell she was satisfied and fulfilled by that arrangement. She WANTED to be owned.

We'd come a long way since Minnesota.

I gently straightened her. "Why didn't you start getting ready for dinner out? I assume you're gonna take a while getting ready."

She smiled and gave me a soft kiss before rising and heading into the bedroom. "I'll do that."

I waited a few beats, and grinned when I heard her voice. "Gary?"

"Yes dear?" I walked into the bathroom.

"You set out what you want me to wear in the bathroom?"

"I did."

She pivoted, gesturing at the transformation of the bedroom into a makeshift playroom. "And you put restraints on the bed, and the closet door?"

"I'm going to want you restrained tonight. There are things I want to do, ways I want to use you that I want you held in place for."

Sienna shivered at the thought.

"Did you like the dress and the lingerie I picked out?" I inquired.

"I didn't look to close, just saw it laid out. Three colors though?"

"You pick."

"Do you want me to model it for you? You can pick whichever you think looks best?" Her voice was shy.

"I want you to model it, and I want YOU to pick whichever makes you feel sexiest."

"Ok."

I settled down in the chair opposite the bathroom door, and played with my phone while See changed. The transformation when she exited the bathroom was incredible. In sweats, she'd been pretty. In the shimmering silver knee length dress, she looked drop dead gorgeous. Long sleeves and a high neck have the dress a distinguished look, but there hem was short enough to show off her stocking-sheathed calf muscles defined by high heels.

"Wow. You look great."

"Thank you."

She turned and worked one arm up behind her back to pull down the dress's zipper, then withdrew her and from the sleeves, shimmying the garment down her legs before stepping out and turning to face me.

Dark green stockings were clipped to a dark green lace garter belt. Above, her heavy mammaries were supported but not contained by a dark green quarter-cup bra, dark brown nipples exposed for easy access.

"You look amazing." I very obviously ogled her up and down.

"Do you want me to wear this set?"

"I want you to wear the set you like best." I put a little more "stern" in my voice.

"Ok. Do you want to see the others?"

I grinned. "What do you think?"

She stalked over and leaned down to give me a kiss, then gathered up the dress and headed to the bathroom. Another stretch of time where I checked my phone. Then See stepped around the corner and walked a very deliberate model's walk towards me, stood before me and flipped her blonde hair back, and then started slowly gyrating, dancing to to music only she could hear. Her motions became more sensual, slow rolls of the hips, and she turned, lowering herself to grind on my lap.

Unlike a strip club, wandering hands were very much welcome with this lap dance, and I stroked her back, her flanks, reached around to cup and heft those heavy breasts until she arched her head back and tossed her mane of blonde hair in my face. Sienna straightened with a moan and turned on her heel, her bare sex right in front of my face. "I... I think the black sets gets you going..."

"YOU get me going."

Another stalk out of the room, another brief but interminable wait, and Sienna very deliberately lowered herself to her hands and knees and knees, and crawled slowly towards me, head down. I watched the blonde move sinuously across the carpeted floor towards me, and when she reached my feet, she nuzzled against my knee like a cat before raising her head, sitting back on her heels. She arched her chest forward reaching up to trace a finger around one erect nipple, sighing as she touched sensitive flesh. "I like the red set, Master."

"You should wear that then."

"Do you like it? Do you like the way my tits look?"

I reached down and stroked the other nipple, eliciting a whimper from See. "Very much."

She slowly rose in front of me, and she was so close I could smell her arousal, her garter-framed pussy practically in my face. "I like this view too." I brushed the back of a finger up her slit, brought it to my mouth to taste the glistening wetness on it. "And the taste."

Her breathing was hard, those heavy breasts rising and falling as her heart pounded. "I have a question for you, master."

"Yes?"

Sienna slowly lifted one leg over mine, then the other, settling down to straddle my lap. "I noticed the beautiful sets don't come with panties..."

"They don't."

"Usually when we go out on a sexy date like this, you or Jessie make me wear my toys, kegel beads and a plug, do you want me to wear those without panties?"

"I didn't set those out for you." I reached down and the blonde arched her back as I cupped her feminine mound, made a plaintive noise as I slowly slid my middle and ring fingers into slippery, yielding flesh. "I want my sub's holes available to me whenever I desire." I flexed my fingers, prompting a cry from the blonde in question. "Nothing to pull out of you. Nothing to push aside. Just you, always accessible under that dress, ready for me enter."

Desire flashed in Sienna's eyes and she seized my face in her hands, mashed her lips against mine, forcing a kiss on me, teasing my tongue with hers until my desire grew too great and I seized the back of her head with my free hand and kissed her even more violently. She moaned into our liplock and humped my hand, flexing her hips to ride my two fingers like they were a dick.

Pulling away, panting even harder, she licked her lips and looked me up and down. "I'm accessible right now..." Her hands slid down my chest to stroke the bulge in my pants. "I could ride you right here in this chair. You could bend me over the edge of the bed. If you want to..."

"I don't want you leaking cum at the restaurant."

"Pull out, finish in my mouth, I'd love to swallow it."

"If I'm bending my sub over the edge of the bed, we're going to practice for when I get you pregnant next year."I flexed my fingers inside her forcefully curling against her gspot over and over and over and the combination of my words and my digital stimulation lit the blonde off.

"UHHHHHHHHNNNNNN!!!" See ground against my hand as her body tightened and released its tension over and over again. Her face and chest flushed, and I took great satisfaction from the way her shuddering body slumped against my shoulder as the orgasm wracked her.

After a few long moments of heaved breathing, Sienna straightened, stroked a lock of hair out of her eyes. "Much as I would like to ride your fingers, or your cock, for the next two hours, I should probably start getting ready... If you're not going to fuck me."

"Later."

She shifted herself off my hand, shifted backwards to kneel on the floor again, and gently -delicately even - held my wrist so she could suck my fingers. The feeling of her tongue deliberately sliding around my skin was erotic, and she winked at me as she rose. "I can't wait to taste myself on your cock."

I watched her long legs, her swaying butt, her sleek back, as she walked into the bathroom, watched through the door as she stripped the red set off and folded it on the counter. She caught my eye in the mirror and blushed, smiled shyly. She disappeared from View around the doorframe, and I heard the shower turn on. A few moments later it shut off, and Sienna almost shyly padded out onto the carpet of the bedroom. "Umm, Gary?"

I looked up from my phone.

"Sienna?"

"You said you wanted my holes instantly accessible under my dress..."

"Yes."

She blushed again. "Are you planning to have anal sex with me tonight."

"At some point, yes, I'm planning on us having anal sex."

She inhaled, a little sharply, probably at a stray mental image of the two of us in the act. "I know I... I'm not allowed privacy as your sub, but do you mind if I close the bathroom door while I get ready? I..."

I smirked at the blushing blonde. "I don't mind at all."

"Thank you, Sir."

She shut the door behind her I returned to my phone. The sun descended and the city lit up behind the floor to ceiling windows. Eventually Sienna opened the bathroom door, gave me a meek little wave, exited and took two small bags of milk to the refrigerator in the living room, and returned to the bathroom counter. I watched for a movement as the nude woman began applying makeup from a variety of open containers scattered around the sink, and looked back to my email.

I let the blonde get a few minutes into her beauty routine, then set my phone down and walked into the bathroom. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her just above her barely-there baby bump, buried my nose in her already-blow-dried platinum locks for a moment before planting three kisses on her shoulder.

See smiled at me in the mirror, placed her hands over mine and closed her eyes, swaying slightly in place as she relaxed into the arms of the man that loved her.

I held her, and enjoyed her warmth and the solidity of her body against me. There had been a time when I thought I'd never hold her again, and I wasn't going to take her for granted.

"I love you, Sienna," I whispered in her ear.

A smile crossed her face, eyes still closed. "I love you too, Gary."

And I loved hearing her say that.

She gently disengaged my hands from her torso and picked up a makeup brush, smirked at me in the mirror. "Unless you have orders for me Sir, I should keep getting ready."

"I do, actually."

See stiffened, inhaled sharply, put the brush down. "Sir?"

"Both hands on the back of your neck, feet apart."

She complied instantly, reaching up to grip the back of her own neck, sliding her feet apart on the bathroom tile to completely expose her sex. I stepped back and looked her nude body up and down as she held my eyes with a soft gaze.

Her body had changed in the nearly-a-decade since she'd been my Economics student. Back then she'd been slim, sleek, with a mouth-wateringly hot youthful body. The intervening years had added a stripe of burn scar from just above her mons up between her breasts, over her shoulder, and down to the opposite buttock, as well thick patches of discolored scar tissue on her forearm and bicep. Two kids had changed the shape of her body, padding on her hips and butt, stretch marks on her belly, breasts that no longer defied gravity.

I could tell she'd been fighting to lose the weight of the last pregnancy, fighting to keep down the weight she was gaining as Jessie's surrogate, light muscle definition visible in her arms and legs and back from exercise, from the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu she'd picked up with me and Jess after Jane's arrival.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

I pressed two fingers to her lips, and she took them in her mouth when I murmured "suck." Her head moved back and forth as she bathed the digits with her tongue, cheeks hollowing as she mimed a blowjob. I pulled away, traced a slippery finger down her chest to brush around one nipple, drawing a quick grasp from her lips.

I stepped closer and trailed my hand down between her legs, stroking her smooth labia.

"What are you doing, Master?"

I held her eyes a long moment of silence, and she blushed at the quiet, at my exploration of her privates. "Inspecting my submissive."

Her breasts rose beautifully with a quick breath in. "I made sure my cunt was bare for you, Sir."

"Good girl." Two of my fingers spread her lips, slid up to her clit, pressed, began moving in slow, microscopic circles.

Sienna's neck arched slightly and her nostrils flared, but she kept quiet.

A few moments of touching her, and I could tell she was fighting to stand still. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, shifted my target and kissed the right side of her neck, bent and kissed the inside of her left breast, knelt and kissed her belly, then right above her slit. The lips were swollen with arousal and I could see moisture glistening between them. I drew my hands down her legs, feeling the muscle underneath, a recent addition since she'd started working out.

I kissed her inner thigh and rose, circling around her.

I drew a finger through her fine, near-white hair, dragged a knuckle down one of her fingers. Over her shoulder I could see a little smile spring to her face. I kissed her lightly-muscled back, slid a hand down to cup one soft buttock.

"Sienna."

"Sir?"

"Lean forward slightly, reach back and spread yourself for me."

Bending, she arched her back, then gracefully stretched forward before reaching back behind herself. Fingertips lightly dug into flesh and she pulled her buttcheeks apart to expose herself to my gaze.

I stepped closer, rested one hand lightly on her shoulder, reached the other down to tease her wet pussy from behind while I watched her expression in the mirror. Slippery flesh yielded to my questing fingers and Sienna moaned quietly when my two fingers slid just inside her. She clenched her jaw, focused on her breathing as I pumped back and forth with agonizing slowness.

Withdrawing, I dragged those fingertips up to press gently and circle around her rosebud. This elicited a small gasp and I kissed her back again, stepped away too very deliberately lick my wet fingers. "Delicious as always."

Sienna whimpered

I stepped close again, took her hands in mine and moved them to my hips, then took her face in my hands and stared into her eyes. "I love you Sienna. I'm glad we're together tonight. I'm glad you're MINE."

I leaned in and kissed her, and it wasn't the hard, bruising, possessing bite of lust - I communicated my love for her through that kiss. Soft and gentle, but still just forceful enough. Sienna melted against me, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around my lower back. Her send squeezed tighter and she clutched herself to me. I reciprocated her energy, one hand shaking across her back, the other pulling at her hip, and now our kiss became rough, possessive, tongues darting together and then apart, bodies pressed and gently grinding together.

I stepped back and looked Sienna up and down with a hungry gaze. A sad smile crossed her face. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm beautiful."

I caressed her cheek. "You are beautiful."

It might've been an unconscious action, or she might've been illustrating her point, but she reached up and scratched at the massive burn scar on her upper arm. "I was beautiful in college. Now I'm just beautiful to you and Jessie." She lifted her eyes to mine and smiled. "Maybe that's better."

"You are beautiful," I repeated. "All of us have scars. Yours don't detract from how stunningly gorgeous you are."

She smirked. "And stop saying stuff like that, too."

"Why?"

"Cuz after the way you "inspected" my body, after that kiss, the way you're looking at me... you've got me so fucking hot I wanna bend over this counter so you can use me."

"So do it."

"You don't want me dripping cum on the chair at the restaurant."

"Sienna, bend over the bathroom counter and spread your legs."

The blonde stiffened and moved several small makeup containers and other toiletries out of the way, and very precisely lowered her upper body to the marble, shuffled her feet apart. I moved to stand beside her, ran my hands up and down one smooth, warm cheek, blading the occasional bead of water off her skin.

"Are you going to spank me now?"

"Do you want to be spanked?"

She looked up at me from her folded arms, blew hair out of her face. "If my owner thinks I need to be punished, I want that to happen as soon after I disobeyed as possible. If my husband wants to give me my nightly discipline, I'd rather get it over your lap at the end of the night... I want you to see how messy you made me." See shifted and wiggled her hips at me, obviously aroused.

"I'm not going to spank you here." I stepped behind her and she gasped when she heard the clink of my belt being undone, the rustle of fabric being pushed down my legs. Taking hold of my erection, I I stroked the swollen, purple head up and down between her cheeks, teasing just the entrance to her wetness before sliding back up to her pucker and then back down.

Sienna looked back over her shoulder, a blush on her face. "If you want my butt, I... I made sure I was clean... Just go slow please. I didn't use any toys to get ready, just a finger and some lube."

A change in angle and I was nudging the blunt head of my cock against the hot, slippery flesh of her twat. "We'll both enjoy me taking your ass later." I leaned over and whispered in her ear "Right now I just want to enjoy my wife's cunt."

Sienna gasped as I filled her, I groaned at the incredible sensation of her body yielding, opening for me, her vaginal canal stretching to accommodate my invading prick. Slowly I pumped back and forth, enjoying the feeling of being gripped by her tight, wet heat, enjoying the sight of my rod sliding into and then out of her, enjoying the egotistical rush of power at telling my sub to bend over the sink so I could fuck her and her obeying instantly.

I slid my hand up the back of See's neck and gripped her hair, right to her scalp so as to avoid causing too much pain, avoid messing up the hair style she'd protected from the shower. I pulled back, tilting her head up to force her to face herself in the mirror. "Watch yourself being used."

That command and a particular deep thrust earned me a cry of climax, and I picked up the pace, hammering away at the blondes bottom with my pelvis, reveling in the slaps of flesh against flesh, the wet suction noises of my erection pumping back and forth in her slippery twat. I held against her heated skin, pressing as deep into her as possible, grinding my length against the walls of her pussy, making her feel the closeness of being completely filled with me.

"Such a good girl, See." I whispered, pulling my grip in her hair to force her to arch her back a little deeper.

She whimpered at my praise and the feeling of me holding her impaled on my cock, slowly grinding inside her. "Cum, Master, please, I want it..."

I pulled out with a squelch, and forceful turned the quivering blonde around to face me. With my hold on the back of her head, I directed her face and gaze downward to my bobbing erection. It glistened with feminine nectar, slickened from having been inside her juicing cunt. "You made a mess on me, Sienna. Clean it up."

She flicked her eyes back up to mine and licked her lips, then knelt precisely in front of me. "Yes SIR."

"Don't make me cum. Just lick off what you put on me."

Sienna clasped her hands behind her back and stretched slightly to bring her lips close to the head of my prick. "Just lick, or may I suck?"

"Whichever you prefer. Just don't try to get me to finish, you get my cum after dinner."

"Mmmmm... looking forward to dessert." The blondes voice was warm and breathy, and she took another moment to swallow before she closed her lips around the angry purple mushroomhead in front of her. She slid slowly, almost delicately down, twitching her tongue against the sensitive underside of my shaft. Her cheeks hollowed with suction as I felt the crown bump the back of her throat, and she waited a moment, breathing steadily through her nose before slowly dragging her way back up. Sienna popped off with a gasp and looked up at me with pure lust shining her eyes.

"Please can I have your cum? Please?"

"After dinner." I guided her back to her feet and gave her a smoldering kiss. "Get dressed."

I played with my phone in the bedroom and absently watched Sienna finish her makeup and dress through the open doorway. She knew my eyes were on her and she gave me quite a show of putting on her lingerie, lots of unnecessary bending and spreading. She looked absolutely mouthwatering in the set, the strappy lace highlighting and accentuating her private parts without covering them. Somehow she actually looked more naked dressed.

She very carefully shimmied the dress over her head, being careful of her hair, and then stalked over on high heels, and turned her back to me to get zipped up.

I dragged the zipper up slowly, closing the dress and hiding her creamy skin beneath, then put a hand on her hip and turned her. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sienna."

A soft smile crossed her face. "Happy Valentine's Day, Gary."

We took a picture with the hotel lit up behind us and sent it to Jessie - she replied with a picture of her herself holding Nancy, a plate of pizza on her lap that she and Jane were both munching from. She looked happy, content, a satisfied glow to her face from spending time with our kids and being a mom.

The evening was warm, so we walked. The restaurant wasn't far, and Sienna's long wool coat and my leather jacket kept us both warm as we moved through the darkened but cozily illuminated streets. Stores and and restaurants were brightly lit, beckoning to the crowds flowing around us, and I kept my left hand intertwined with Sienna's right, keeping contact with her as we crossed the blocks of sidewalks to dinner.

The entrance was a nondescript doorway with a short hall behind, and we inched our down the tight staircase against the flow of diners having finished their meal. The sublevel dining room was richly anointed with carved wooden beams and expensive light fixtures, thick carpet, and wallpaper that looked like it cost more per square foot than most retail space. We shed our coats and settled into a booth opposite the bar - smooth custom walnut, of course - and a waiter was over almost instantaneously to ask for our drink order.

I'd specifically picked this restaurant because it was the most expensive restaurant near the hotel that offered an extensive list of nonalcoholic beverages, and I ordered a faux gin martini "For the young lady" made from Ritual Zero and Dry lavender soda. I asked for a few more minutes to review the whiskey list.

"Do you mind if I have a drink?" I asked Sienna when the waiter had left.

"Why would I mind?"

"Because you can't."

"That's not very commanding dom of you, sir," She said with a smile.

"I'm in charge of your well-being, and the well-being of the two tiny lives inside you. Looking out for your happiness IS me being in charge."

Another smile, almost girlish, perhaps embarrassed. "I won't mind at all."

The waiter came back with Sienna's mocktail and I ordered Russell's Fifteen, and Sienna picked up the menu, paged through it. "Gary!" She hissed. "You can't spend this much on me for a meal!"

"Don't tell me what I can't do with my money. I'm going to treat my wife to a beautiful Valentines evening, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

She sighed and rolled her eyes cutely, and I made a mental note to remind her of that eye roll when she lay over my lap later.

I ordered two steaks, one for me, one for my wife, and the only thing the blonde got a say in was her salad. This had been our ritual for a decade - she deferred to me in most things, and almost always when we went out to eat. She enjoyed, wanted, perhaps needed that feeling of being owned and preferred that I be in charge as her "owner."

We looked around at the crowd of romantic humanity packed into the expensive restaurant while we waited for our food, and stole almost-shy glances at each other. "Beautiful restaurant," Sienna said quietly, almost like the silence was too much.

"Not as beautiful as the woman across from me."

Another shy smile from my sub, and my heart flushed with a warm happiness. After everything she'd endured, I gave her peace. Serenity. Safety.

Love.

We made small talk, she discussed the massage and skin and hair treatments she'd gotten, I talked about the walk that I'd taken and the stores that I'd visited.

The salad was delivered for Sienna, a baked potato for me, and both were perfect. My side dish was soft and cheesy, with just a hint of crunch from onions and bacon, and the blonde munched silently and politely on her salad, her eyes dotingly on me the entire time.

A server whisked the plates away almost as soon as we'd finished, and I asked Sienna, with a hint of uncharacteristic, yet mastered nervousness "So, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

She laughed, a musical tinkle that delighted me. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, what do you want to do with your life? What do you want to do going forward?"

"I'm doing it. I take care of our home so you can run the bank and Jessie can be a nurse. I take care of the kids. I'm starting to teach Jane. What else is there?"

"And there's nothing else you want to do?"

The steaks arrived, and we cut into them, tender and juicy and perfectly grilled.

After a few small bites, See delicately wiped her mouth with her napkin and returned it to her lap. "There's only one thing I really want to do, sir." She looked down for a moment, then up at me. "I want to have your child."

"And you will. Next year, or the year after. Whenever you're cleared after..." I nodded downward towards her abdomen.

"That's all I want," Sienna said with a girlish shrug. "To be a good wife and mother. And... you know."

"And what?" I smiled before taking a bite of meat.

"You know."

"Use your words, young lady."

She blushed, looked down again. "I want to be a good wife. A good mother. And... and a good submissive." Her voice was low, and when she looked back up, there was appetite in her her eyes.

"Good girl."

She inhaled, and it was close to a gasp.

"The reason I ask," I continued, "Is because not THAT long ago, you were bashing away at a heavy bag in my weight room, and you told me in between inexpertly thrown punches, that you felt, and I'm paraphrasing here, trapped because all you were was a mom, and you were nothing for yourself. I don't want you to ever feel like you're trapped, like your only value is taking care of the house or pumping out kids."

She took a small bite of steak, gave me another hungry look from hooded eyes. "Can I, Sir?"

"Can you what?"

"Just take care of the house and get knocked up over and over and over again?"

I smirked. "You really want nothing else? You doing want to DO anything else?"

Sienna cocked her head and thought for a moment. "You know what, there is something. I was going to school for business and legal stuff. That's how I met you, Professor." A coy smile twisted her lips. "I want to help Jessie with and McKenna with their businesses. I should be able to help with the paperwork in between taking care of the kids, making dinner, making love to my best friend and our Master." She pushed the plate bearing the half-finished steak aside.

"You want to do paperwork for Jessie and Mickey?"

"Yeah." Her smile softened. "I really think I can be useful to them. Help them. Free them up to do more important work. Jessie can spend more time at the hospital, McKenna can spend more time helping Don with the mine or the logging company or driving around looking for stuff to dynamite." She paused. "And I should be able to fit the legal and financial stuff in around being a mom and... and being your property."

I looked her up and down, marveled that such a woman was mine. "I love you, Sienna," I said quietly.

"I love you too. May I be excused to use the restroom please?"

"You may."

"Thank you, Sir." Sienna rose gracefully from the booth and headed for the ornately arched doorway that led to the kitchen and restrooms.

I cut into my steak and used the chunk to swipe up some juice from the plate, chewed it contemplatively. I was used to it, I really was, but years on, Siennas single-minded determination to be submissive to me weirded me out just a little. Maybe that wasn't the term. It puzzled me.

She was utterly devoted to me, utterly devoted to pleasing me, because it fulfilled her. That was her purpose in life it seemed, and strangely had been almost since I'd met her. She'd pursued a vision of me, then fallen in love with it, and at some point we'd fallen in love with each other.

I looked at her steak and vegetables, only about a quarter eaten, stabbed a pile of green beans with a nutty glaze and ate them. I needed to ask why she was barely eating these days. It seemed contrary to what I knew about pregnant women.

My phone dinged in my pocket and I withdrew it, saw that I had a text from Sienna, opened it to a picture of her. Dammit that woman was hot. Long curly platinum blonde hair framed her face, and her darkly made up eyes were looking ever so slightly up at the camera from beneath her partially lowered eyelids. Her bottom lip was between her teeth in a suggestive bite, and if the smolderingly sexy look on her face weren't enough to her the blood flowing to my groin, the accompanying text was.

"Ever since I started carrying Jessie's babies, I've become such a slut for your cum, Professor. I want it in me, on me, all the time. Pull your rock hard cock out of whichever hole you're fucking, shove me to my knees, and spray your wife's pretty face with your spunk like I'm a pornstar or whore."

Another quiet ding and another picture appeared, Sienna's ruby red lips, open, tongue partially out. "I want it in my mouth most of all. On my knees, my hands tied behind me, my lips wrapped around you, my tongue caressing you, the head of your big dick banging against the back of my throat. My mouth is literally watering at the thought of choking on your cock until you pump all that thick, salty, delicious cum down my throat. I'll swallow every drop cuz I'm a good girl for my master, and I wanna taste it again and again..."

A third picture came through, and I made sure the phone was angled away from even the possibility of an observer, because this picture was as lewdly explicit as Sienna's typed words. She'd hiked her dress up around her waist, and was reaching down with two fingers to spread her labia apart, showing me juicing pink flesh, her bald feminine mount framed by the delicate straps of her garter belt.

"I want your tongue on her, but I don't NEED it. She's dripping wet because she needs every last inch of you inside. She needs to be taken, used, ravaged. I need it rough. Tied spread eagle on the bed or against the door, bent over, however you want, I just need to feel my owners hard cock pounding back and forth in my wet cunt until I scream with pleasure over and over again. And I need to feel you getting harder and harder until you strain into me and growl in my ear as you pump your sperm as deep up inside me as possible. I need to practice getting knocked up next year."

Dammit.

I shifted on the expensive wooden bench and tried to make comfortable room in my pants for the blood-engorged tool that was currently taking up way too much space.

Yet another picture appeared in the screen, Sienna's dressed bunched up around her waist as she bent forward, the one hand not holding the camera pulling a buttcheek aside to show off her sphincter, the tip of one finger inserted.

"Fantasizing about being chained up facing the door while my Master has anal sex with me. I wanna cum clenching around your throbbing dick while you blow your wad up my asshole."

And now I couldn't get up from this table without showing the tent in the front of my pants. Dammit.

A final picture and message came through from Sienna, a cropped picture of her chest, The sleek silver dress clinging to her curves.

"I'd show you my breasts but then I'd need someone to help me zip this dress back up. I want you to fuck my tits tonight. I'll hold them together, drool all over them so you can thrust between them like you're in my cunt or my ass. And when you explode, I'll get to watch as you spray my neck and my boobs with all your yummy cum. I promise I'll swallow every drop.

Your loving wife and filthy fuckdoll, Sienna."

Another shift in my seat, another sip of Russell's, another bite of steak, and I started flipping through the news app on my phone. Maybe the depressing state of the world would divert some blood flow away from my aching erection.

A few minutes later, Sienna stalked back from the restrooms to sit down again across from me. A smirk crossed her slightly flushed face. "Read anything good?" She asked, nodding at the phone in my hand.

"Yes. Incredibly."

"Sorry I took so long. I was occupied."

"I could tell."

Sienna picked at her food a while longer, sipping a second and third mock gin and tonic while nibbling at the steak and vegetables, a stark contrast to my one glass of bourbon and my empty plate. We discussed our plans for the next day - she wanted to visit the stadium and I wanted to visit the Johnny Cash museum. Not because I was a country fan, but the man was an indelible part of American history and that warranted paying my respects.

The hovering waiter finally asked Sienna if she'd like a box and after searching my eyes for a moment to see if leaving was ok, she said yes, and the plate disappeared as suddenly if it had never existed, a styrofoam container materializing with the waiter moments later. I paid the bill and gathered our coats, helped the blonde into hers, and we exited up into the Nashville night.

The temperature had dropped a few degrees during dinner but the night wasn't unpleasant. Sienna still hung close though, a happy, almost dreamy glow in her face as she leaned against me. We made only one stop before the hotel, my wife pulling me into a brightly lit, cozily tight corner store to buy a couple of chocolate chunk cookies from a warming rack near an ancient coffee machine.

The hotel hallways were warm and quiet, and I thought about commanding my sub to show me some part of her body not allowed to be exposed in public, but decided against it. We'd save the fun for our room.

I put the keycard in the lock and left it there, turning to slide my hand not currently holding food behind Sienna's neck and pulling her body close to mine. Our faces millimeters apart, close enough I could feel the heat of her, smell the lavender on her breath, I whispered "I love you, See."

Then I kissed her. Crushingly hard and violently fierce, I seized her mouth with mine and tried to communicate all the love and desire and longing I had for her through the movement of our lips against each other. She moaned and the sound was almost sad, and then melted against me, warm and solid and achingly mine. Her tongue flickered in my mouth, probing then retreating, enticing me to a harder, deeper kiss, and when we ran out of air she pulled back a fraction of an inch, eyes wide and wild and searching mine.

"I love you too, husband." A soft smile crossed her face. "You're my husband."

"And you're my wife." I waited a beat. "And my property."

Sienna inhaled deeply at that statement. "I am."

I unlocked the room again and shepherded her inside, locked it behind us and hung up our coats just inside the door. There was a mini fridge in the dark wooden cabinets under the television, and I put Sienna's styrofoam box of dinner in as she brushed past me on her way to the bedroom. She returned with the bottle of Masters Keep that Jessie and I had shared last night, poured some into one of the hotel-provided plastic cups and handed it to me before getting one of the cookies.

The blonde stared at me expectantly while nibbling the edge of the dessert.

"I don't like drinking around you when I know that you can't," I told her as I raised the glass.

"You don't need to worry about that." Another nibble and a crumb fell to the carpet. "You deserve a treat. And besides, Jessie said you last longer if you've had something to drink." She gave me an almost-conspiratorial smile at the last statement. "I want Valentine's Day to last ALL night long."

I took a sip of the oaky, spicy bourbon. "I'm offended by the thought of my girls giving me performance enhancing drugs... but it's true. "

We enjoyed our desserts in silence, just looking at each other.

Finally I asked the question that had been working on my mind since dinner. "I don't want to spoil the mood, but I've gotta ask, especially seeing you take mouse-sized bites of that cookie. You don't seem to be eating as much lately as you did with Nancy. Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, everything is good." She sounded almost amused. "I just asked my doctor how much weight I NEEDED to gain with twins, and I'm I'm trying to get rid of the fat I put on last time, and I... I just want to be healthier. Yeah I'm eating for three, but two of them are less than six inches long. And... I don't want to have as much weight to lose after they're born. I've been doing cardio and weights and while I can't wrestle like you and Jessie do, I'm still doing very light jiujitsu twice a week."

"Huh. I guess I'm just not used to the idea of a pregnant woman wanting to lose weight. Maybe that's a blind spot for me."

The blonde snickered. "Yeah, you do have some caveman tendencies, but that's part of why we love you. And... And you're part of why I'm doing it. I want to look like I did when I met you. I'll still have stretch marks and saggy tits... and my scars... but I want to try to get back to looking like the Sienna you met just a few years ago."

I gave her a mild scowl. "You don't need to do that for me. I love your body, whether you're skinny or 9 months pregnant or every size in between."

"I know that. But next year, when you GET me pregnant, I want to be wearing that sundress from when I flashed you in college, and I want to be bent over your desk at home like I could've been at school, and I want to look skinny and hot like I did back then."

She set the barely nibbled cookie down on the cabinet and closed the distance between us, kissed me lightly on the lips. "I want to have a VERY inappropriate relationship with my economics Professor. I want to be taken advantage of and used for sex, again and again and again. I fantasized about that in college, and I got it, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world." She stepped away, walked to the floor to ceiling windows at the edge of the room, and pulled aside the curtain to look out at the Nashville downtown. Heavy rain drops we're starting to hit the windows and the yellow and white and orange lights of the streets were melting and smearing in the water. "Thank you for a wonderful Valentine's Day, Gary. You made twenty year old Sienna Schneider very happy. And you made ME feel like the most loved woman on the planet."

I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, kissed her platinum hair. "I love you, Sienna."

"I love you, Gary."

We stood like that for a long time, looking out at the rain-pelted city. Off in the distance, lightning flashed quickly in a bank of black clouds.

I unclasped my arms from around her, slide my hands down her sides to the hem of her dress. Siennas breathing hitched as I gripped the fabric, and I could feel her heart rate pick up as I slowly, smoothly raised the dress above her hips. "Hands on the window. Arch your butt out. Spread your legs."

The blonde obeyed without hesitation or question, bracing herself against the glass and shocking her feet apart, rolling her hips back. "Like this?"

"Like that."

I stroked the smooth soft skin of her rump, kissed her neck, making her sigh and arch even more. My hand began to move lower, and my fingers sought the folds of her sex, found the apex of her thighs to be slick with her arousal. I brought my hand up, studied her natural lubricant glistening on two fingers in the dim light, made a show of sucking them clean in front of her. "You're wet, schoolgirl."

"All through dinner." She blushed. "It was kind of embarrassing, I thought people could smell how turned on I was, thought I'd leave spots on my dress when I sat down."

"But you obeyed me anyway."

"I did."

"Good girl. I loved the taste of you so much, I'm gonna taste you right at the source." Another kiss to her neck and I sank down behind her in my knees. Her pussy was swollen and pink, open with arousal, I held her hips tightly, pressed my face to her upturned ass, and began fluttering my tongue against her dripping wet, achingly sensitive core.

I could feel Sienna jolt, shiver, as my tongue lapped at her pussy. "You don't need... You don't need to do... OH... that... OH fuuuuuuuck...."

I picked up the pace, licking faster, stiffening my tongue to push it into the entrance to her twat, returning to licking her moments later. I slid a hand around her hip, found the apex of her slit, and Sienna jerked as if electrocuted as I began lightly stroking her clit.

The blonde lit off after less than two minutes of my oral-and-digital stimulation. She stiffened, and her soft, round booty began grinding against my face, and then she started shaking. Each shake was announced with a soft, plaintive cry. I lapped up the neutral-sweet slipperiness leaking from her cunt, and the soft, plaintive crime amped up to a shriek.

A change in angle brought my tongue in contact with her backdoor, fluttering over the crinkled muscle and See jolted again, humping her ass back into my face. Another shriek as my fingers buzzed her clit faster, and the muscles in her legs stiffened as she raised herself up on her toes, perhaps an involuntary spasm or an attempt to get away from insistent stimulation.

I rose, keeping a hand on her hip to hold her in place, and the shivering blonde gasped as she heard me hurriedly undoing my belt and pants. I pushed the offending garments to my feet and took my achingly rigid cock in hand, rubbing the head back and forth between Sienna's parted labia. She whined and rolled her hips, trying to take me in. A slight change of angle and I sank slowly into her, slick flesh stretching to accommodate me. I held back, moving slowly. Every molecule of my being wanted to slam into her, to rut faster and faster until I exploded and filled the blonde with my seed, but overriding that was my desire to stretch this encounter out, to give my wife the Valentines night she'd always wanted.

So I moved slow, filling her deeply, withdrawing almost completely, thrusting back in until I was completely sheathed in her hot, wet, closeness.

I found the zipper to her dress between her shoulders, dragged it down to expose creamy skin interrupted by lacy lingerie and a line of burn scar. I kissed her neck and withdrew regretfully, gently guiding her clothing down her arms, down her torso, down her legs.

Sienna turned as she stepped out of the puddle of silver cloth. Her body was breathtaking, made almost surreally beautiful by the dim light of the hotel room and the water-distorted light of the Nashville night. Her large, heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breathing, seemingly MORE exposed given the quarter-cup bra she was wearing to lift and present them. The garter belt and stockings framed her hairless mons, drawing my attention to it as I looked her up and down, and I got only one chance to take in her nearly-nude body before she attacked me, kissing me wildly, fiercely, tongue dueling with mine in my mouth, lips grinding against mine as she communicated all her desire through this one intimate act.

Her eyes were intense as she pulled away. "My turn."

She knelt, knees wide-parted, and gently angled my prick down to her mouth. Ruby red lips closed around the head, dragged slowly away, repeated, the action driving me crazy with tension. Her lips just barely touching me, Sienna soothed her tongue all over and around the super-sensitive head, drawing an involuntary groan from my lips, pulling another one from me as she held me upright and delicately licked from root to tip. And when she was back to the glans, she closed her lips around it and slowly sank down, sliding the length of me until I was pressed to the back of her throat and she was looking up at me with glittering green eyes, breathing softly through her nose. A wet electric feeling tingled my balls as the tip of her tongue slithered around my sack and then Sienna sucked all the way back off me, pumping my wet length in one fist, looking up at me with complete adoration.

"Fuck, you do a good job of that."

Back down she went, bobbing up and down loudly, and I relocated my hands to her silky platinum hair, guiding her movements with just enough force to show her I was in control. I held deep enough that coughed and gasped when I pulled her off, thrust fast enough to to make her glug noisily on my meat, and as I felt the urge to finish approach, I pulled her up and away.

"My turn again." There was a table at the end of the entryway, just into the living room, and I physically picked the blonde up, carried her a few feet, and set her behind down on the wood. I leaned in to give her a passionate kiss that I dragged down to her chest, working my tongue around her diamond-cutting nipples, then kissed my way further down her body, over her small baby-bump, over her mons, down the inside of one leg and up the other before finally flattening my lips over her clit.

See arched back with her hands braced on the tabletop as I hoovered away at her pleasure button, tongue flicking it as I sucked, and she let out another shriek of joy when I slid two fingers into her juicing tunnel to stroke its spongy roof.

Her legs were shaking and hammering my back by the time that I let up, and I was in no danger of cumming any time soon, so I plunged into the soaking box my fingers had just vacated. She yielded to me easily, Sienna throwing her head back as I speared into her slippery depths. Hands under her thighs, knees in the crooks of my elbows, I plowed her steadily, wet slaps of flesh against flesh providing counterpoint to our grunts and moans.

I pulled away and dragged her whimpering from the table with a hand on the back of her neck, forced her down on her back on the couch, head hanging off the edge, and slipped my dick into her open mouth. And then slowly and precisely, I fucked her mouth like I was between her legs. It wasn't a particularly pleasurable position for me, with her tongue unable to work its magic and the downward angle of penetration, but Sienna had developed an oral fixation with this pregnancy, and we both enjoyed my asserting of power over her.

I thrust away metronomically while holding her head in place, and when the sight of her writhing nearly-nude became too much for me, I pulled away, moved to sink heavily on the couch, and beckoned the blonde to climb aboard. She did so almost frantically, reaching down behind her to slot me into place, fumbling me twice, and then sank down onto my full length with a heavy sigh and a flip of her long blonde hair. One hand on her ass and another on her back held her in place firmly, and then I let her hump and roll and grind her hips on me as she needed to get herself off, while I alternated roughly kissing her lips and gently kissing and licking her heavy breasts. My gentle treatment of her nipples actually got her off, and she whimpered and shivered her way through her orgasm, held still and impaled on my shaft, the liquid clench of her cunt around me testing the limits of my endurance.

Time to eat her again.

I roughly pushed the blonde off my lap, and she sprawled across the couch with a lazy smile while I dove back between her legs for another feast. I probed her pussy with my tongue, squirming it against the soft flesh of her entrance, occasionally licking higher but mostly focused on the source of her wetness.

I changed up the digital stimulation through, lubricating an index finger in her pussy juices before pressing it gently key but insistently against the muscular ring of her backdoor until it yielded. Sienna sighed at the sensation, shifting slightly on the couch to get comfortable to get comfortable with the new penetration, then began a slow pumping and twisting motion in the clench of her sphincter. Another, happier sigh from See as my tongue and probing finger shot tingles of pleasure through her body, rising to a cry as she grabbed and roughly squeezed her breasts.

Lifting my mouth from her pussy, I stared up at the writhing blonde with carnal satisfaction. "You are so fucking wet, See."

"You should be in me..."

I slipped my finger from her booty and crawled up her body, roughly kissing a trail from her clit to her neck, down to her nipples and around them, back up to her mouth. Her slim hand sought my twitching cock, sliding up and down it in a gentle tugging motion. Her hips lifted and I could feel her trying to angle us together. I put a hand on her neck and pushed lightly, not to choke by to assert control. "Do you think you're in charge, schoolgirl?"

"No..." She whined. "You just feel so good and my cunt feels so empty..."

"You want to be fucked again?"

She nodded vigorously, an innocent look on her face. "In front of the window please."

Once more I directed her with a hand the the back of her neck, pulling her up and roughly guiding her to the table where we'd sat to together after she'd gotten back from the spa. I tugged the curtains aside to reveal the rain-streaked windows looking out onto the orange-illuminated and dark blue-shadowed city nightscape below, pressed her forward against the glass, tits and cheek flattened against the pane.

"Stick your ass out for your professor, young lady," I hissed in her ear.

Sienna complied instantly and perfectly, arching her bottom out and shifting her feet apart to allow me entrance. I slapped her ass anyway, a dark part of me enjoying her surprised squeak of pain. Taking my slippery cock in hand, I swabbed it between her fleshy nether lips a few times, then angled up and in, stretching her drenched pussy until my hips were pressed to her buttcheeks.

"You like this city watching you get fucked?"

She nodded vigorously and moaned. "Very much."

I tangled my fingers in her platinum hair and pulled her head back as I railed her, a substitute for her collar and leash. My other hand on her hip, I hammered her pressed against the glass, focusing on the exquisite sensation of my super-hard prick pumping in and out of her super-heated snatch to a lewd soundtrack of meaty smacks of flesh on flesh, wet slurps of her cunt accepting and releasing my pistoning rod, and our breathing - mine coming in grunts, hers in little moans rising to shrieks of pleasure.

Sienna came again with a cry, trying to turn her head in my grip to seek out my lips while her body shook all the way down to her feet and her vaginal walls clenching around my ensconced meat, and the experience nearly drove me over the edge myself - both the physical and mental stimulation of forcing the blonde to orgasm by my use of her.

I pulled away regretfully, leaving her standing at the window, practically shivering from the jolts of pleasure, another dark ego bump. See looked at me questioningly, almost piteously, and I scooped her up in my arms and carefully carried her to the bedroom like a husband with a new bride before depositing her precisely on the edge of the bed. I would've liked to sling her over my shoulder cavern man style and toss her on the bed to be taken roughly, but with two little lives growing inside her, I wasn't about to let my more savage inclinations out to play.

Tugging her around on the bed by wrist and ankle, I guided her head off the edge, and then pulled her stocking-clad legs apart. "" I'm going to give you a treat, schoolgirl," I told her.

"In my mouth?" She smiled upside down at me, looking excited.

"Just like this." I angled my penis down and forward to her waiting smile, leaning forward and supporting myself on my arms with a close-up view of her shaved-smooth, stimulated-red sex. A gentle swing of my hips started a slow thrusting motion in Siennas throat, and when I felt her hands slide around to grip and tug my buttcheeks, I knew she was good with the pace and could take more.

I reached over her hip and started rubbing her slit with two fingers, gliding slickly in her wetness to try and get her off one more time before she brought me to...

"FUCK!"

My whole body tightened, even my toes curling, and then I felt the jolt of ejaculation travel the length of my shaft, the stream of jizz rocketing from my cockhead to splatter against the back of Sienna's throat.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" The blonde beneath me gave a quiet moan of satisfaction and enjoyment as she felt me releasing in her, three, four, five blasts of spunk filling her mouth and I trembled as the orgasm faded away. I slowly withdrew from between Sienna's lips and she rolled over, shimmying back up to her hands and knees and looking up at me with pure love and adoration shining in her eyes, and then opened her mouth to show me the lake of pearly white behind her pearly white teeth, and she held my gaze as she closed her mouth and deliberately swallowed. "I loved doing that, Professor. I hope you loved it?"

I stroked her cheek, tucked a strand of platinum hair behind her ear. "That felt amazing. You are so fucking good at that."

She straightened, sitting back on her haunches, looking elegant in her beautiful lingerie, and then reached out to take my deflated prick in her hand, pumping slowly. I gave her a mock growl and seized her face in my hands, kissing her with a ferocity that made her whimper into my mouth. "Dammit, I want you," I whispered when I pulled away.

I pushed Sienna back with a hand loosely around her neck and she flopped back onto the white sheets, looking up at me with a happy smile. It took an effort of will not to just push into my sub and begin railing her right there, but I tore myself away and slid off the bed, gathering up her green and black leather collar and cuffs from the dresser before returning to the bed. She turned her head to watch contentedly as I buckled the restraints around her wrists and ankles, looked up at me intensely as I secured the collar around her neck. And then from my position kneeling above her torso, I guided her hands to the corners of the bed, clipping them to the portable restraint web I'd fastened to mattress.

The blonde giggled as I kissed my way down her body, avoiding her mons as I dragged my lips down each leg before clipping her ankle cuffs to the nylon straps wrapped around the bed, finally kissing back up her beautiful, scarred skin until I was kneeling astride her. She tested the restraints, finding an inch or two of movement.

"I can't move."

That's the plan, schoolgirl."

I reached down and unsnapped the clasp between the cups of her bra, spreading it out to her sides and baring her massive mammaries. I leaned over to give her a tender kiss on the lips, then lowered my head to her tits. First the left, then the right, I swirled my tongue around the areola, nibbled the undersides, worshipped her breasts with my mouth while completely avoiding the nipples. Beneath me, Sienna squirmed and laughed and sighed and moaned at the sensations, then cried out with pleasure as I took the firm buds of incredibly sensitive flesh between my lips one at a time, rolling my tongue around them, flicking my tongue over them, lightly biting them, sucking them.

She arched on the bed, thrusting her tits up into my face, either an involuntary reaction to my oral ministrations or an offering encouraging further stimulation.

Finally I began to kiss and lick lower, lower, lower still, teasing her navel, making her writhe on the bed as my lips traveled over her bald feminine mound, sliding between her lips and making her sigh and finally cry out with enjoyment.

I lowered myself to my belly to begin feasting on Sienna's juicing pussy. I nibbled on her fleshy folds, licking around her core's opening, spearing my tongue inside to taste her wetness from the source.

My blonde sub was thrashing on the bed, tugging hard against her restraints as I ate her out, little whines and groans streaming from her mouth as her head rolled from side to side. Her back was arched as orgasm approached, nipples visibly rock hard, sweat beginning to form on her flushed skin.

And that was before I slid two fingers into her tight, slippery channel to begin stroking the ridged anterior wall. With two fingers of my other hand I spread her clitoral hood, the little bud standing erect with arousal, pressed down above her slit with the heel. I lifted my mouth to her pearl, sealed my lips around it, and began sucking as I lashed it with my tongue.

See went WILD, tugging and wrenching at her restraints, crying out with pleasure at the combined oral and digital stimulation. When climax took her, she screamed, body arching, her vaginal canal clamping down on my fingers. Her body jerked powerfully over and over, hips rolling, humping her pussy back and forth on my fingers.

I slowed my stroking and licking, lifting my face from her wet folds to look up at my platinum-haired lover. She looked exhausted, like she'd run a marathon. Her huge tits rose and fell heavily as her breathing returned to normal, and occasionally a twitch jerked her torso.

She raised her head, blew a strand of hair out of her eye. "Wow..." her voice was shaky. "That was fucking... wow."

"Next one will be bigger." I lowered my head and went back to work with my tongue and fingertips.

The next one WAS bigger. Sienna might get us kicked out of this hotel for a noise complaint.

I crawled up her body to watch her beautiful face as she came back down, little jerks shaking her almost like flinches, eyes unfocused, mouth open and a little rivulet of drool running from the corner of her lips. I swiped it up with a finger and she blinked a few times brought her eyes to my face.

"You're... you're really good at that."

"I know."

See shifted in her restraints. "So when do I get to repay you for erasing my brain for five minutes?" Her eyes flicked down my body to my bobbing erection.

"Oh you wanted this?"

She nodded earnestly.

"I think you're gonna blow me again. You did a really good job of that."

"That was so fun and you taste SO good."

I rolled off the bed, walked over to the dresser. "We're going to add a few toys though." I held up the pink egg-shaped Lush by its flexible tail to show to the bound blonde. "This will allow me to reward you for doing a good job."

Sienna groaned at the thought.

"I'm also going to put a toy in your ass, open up up for me for later." I held up a glass plug, the flange set with a green gem.

"Yes, Sir."

The sheets rustled as I settled down next to See, and she watched intently as I lubed up the Lovense toy. She sighed as I rubbed the slippery pink silicone up and down her already wet labia, then pressed the blunt end into her. A little shift of the hips and grunt as her twat stretched and accepted the toy, and then she giggled as I paired the toy with my phone and gave the slider a test wiggle. "Yup, that works!"

I unclipped her ankle cuffs from the nylon straps pulling her legs apart. "Knees together, pull them to your chest."

She did, garter straps pulling tight across her pale buttcheeks, framing her puffy pussylips with the toy exiting between them, and her cute little pink pucker below. I wet my fingers with lubricant, gently but firmly pressed my index finger to her tightly clenched butthole. She pushed back, the orifice opening slightly, and my finger slid through her constricting sphincter into the fleshier, looser canal beyond. I slowly twisted and pumped, and when I thought she was ready, added my middle finger.

The blonde was shifting her legs together like she was trying to masturbate without her hands, groaning at my treatment of her body. After another minute or two of gentle thrusting, I withdrew and doused the plug in lube, then pressed the bulb against the opening my digits had just vacated. I watched as the muscular ring stretched open to receive the glass toy, and Sienna gave a little whimper as the widest part slipped through and her bottom sucked in the rest, just leaving the emerald between her cheeks.

"Legs back down." I guided her legs back to stretched out on the bed and clipped her cuffs back into the webbing. "You look even more beautiful than when I imagined this scene."

I knee-walked up to the head of the bed and straddled her outstretched right arm. "Ready to earn a reward, schoolgirl?" Sienna nodded eagerly and turned her head, and I guided my erection to her lips. Holding eye contact, Sienna licked around the exposed glans, teasing the slit at it it's tip with the tip of her tongue, and the sensation was so electrically unbearably pleasurable that my abs and fingers and toes clenched and a groan was wrenched from my lips. "Fuuuuuuck."

My blonde sub grinned up at me. "Did I earn a reward?"

"I'd say so." I slowly raised the dot on the remote vibrator app, and rather than arching her head back to enjoy the sensation of the toy lodged in her pussy buzzing to life, Sienna turned her head to take my meat back in her mouth. The angle was awkward - I'd intended that - but she still crammed her head forward to take as much off in as possible, swirling her tongue against sensitive flesh before beginning a slow sideways bob. See groaned around my dick, and her eyes rolled upwards in enjoyment, and I flicked the dot higher still.

I didn't let her cum though. I was so familiar with my wife's body that I knew when she was about to light off, and I dialed the intensity of the vibrator back to zero every time she approached the point of no return. She'd whine and give me pitiful puppy-dog eyes even with my prick stuffed in her mouth, then go back to giving me oral pleasure.

After one tumultuous near-orgasm, I let Sienna recover, let her breathing calm down, then gently tangled my fingers in her hair close to the scalp, and began slowly thrusting. She gasped as she realized I wanted to face-fuck her, and relaxed her lips and jaw a little taking a passive role in the act, letting me push my cock to the back of her throat until she was breathing heavily through her nose, then slithering her tongue around me as I withdrew.

I rewarded her for her obedience with the remote vibrator turned all the way up, left on until her climax was right at her fingertips, then I turned the intensity back down to nothing.

Reaching over her restrained body, I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, uncorked it while See gave me a questioning look. I drizzled the liquid across her chest, and she moaned happily when I reached down to massage it around her breasts until they glistened with a coating of the thin oil.

"I'm gonna fuck your tits now." I straddled her torso, leaning forward slightly and arching my back, hunching down low enough to lay my cock in the valley of her cleavage. It was slightly awkward with her restrained and unable to assist, particularly in this position, but I could press her heavy jugs together with my penis between them, and rut through the slippery, fleshy constriction. For her part, the blonde raised her head and tried to lick at my angry purple helmet every time it poked into view above her boobs.

That was difficult, so she lay back and encouraged me verbally, her voice low and dark and dripping with the same lust I'd heard earlier from her. "Fuck me, Professor. Fuck your slutty students big slippery tits. Fuck them, they're yours to play with, to use whenever you want. Fuck them and then shove your big dick in my mouth, blow your load down my throat. Faster, Professor, imagine you're in my cunt... just railing away at me because we don't have much time between classes... FUCK!"

Sienna practically shouted the word as I devoted one hand from the business of rutting through her cleavage to sliding the dot to the top of the app on my phone, and she almost immediately exploded into ecstasy with a shriek and a grind of her head back into the sheets, arching her breasts up into my hands. She couldn't thrash much with her body pinned down, but I ceased my thrusting to savor the feeling of her twitching through mindless pleasure beneath me, her muscles spasming as the toy in her twat continued its buzzing, firing signals of orgasm through her synapses.

Another climax wracked her, and her keening whine climbed into a shriek that rang my ears, her limbs and torso undergoing another series of clenching and relaxing spasms, and I watched with satisfaction as my lover grimaced and gasped and winced and twitched in seeming erotic agony.

I dialed the vibrator back down to zero, and on impulse pressed the palm of my hand to Sienna's chest, feeling her heart racing, the hot slick skin rising and falling as her breathing slowed.

Another physical sign on her body that made me feel egotistically satisfied - little leaks of milk from Sees nipples, either from the massive orgasms she'd experienced, or the press of my hands on her breasts.

Whatever the cause, it wasn't going to waste. I moved backwards, lowered my mouth to get tits, and slowly, sensuously licked up the twin rivulets of white. Didn't taste particularly good mixed with the lubricant, but Sienna was sensitive about leaking during sex, and I wanted to show her how much I enjoyed everything her body did.

She smirked down at me as she watched me clean up the dribbles of milk, then gave a tired sigh. "What do you have planned for me next?"

"You'll see." I kissed my way down her body, over her ribcage, tickling her bellybutton with my tongue, tenderly kissing her baby bump, down lower to plant another press of the lips above her clit. Sienna's eyes widened and her mouth opened into a half-smile-half-gasp as I pulled the pink silicone toy hallway from her pussy, eased it back in, repeated the pumping motion a half dozen times before finally pulling out completely free of her body. She giggled at the slight popping noise the Lush made as it left her, and I set it to the side before lowering myself on top of the blonde.

I lifted myself on one hand, and followed Sienna's gaze down between as my other hand fisted my erection, notching it into place between her slippery lower lips. Her eyes came back to my face as I pushed, filling her completely on the first stroke. Hot, wet, soft flesh surrounded my prick and I swore at the sensation. "Fuck!"

That earned me a satisfied curl of the lips from my lover, lips that quickly opened to as breathy gasp as I pulled away and surged back forward, stretching her pussy with each powerful thrust. "Thought you... were... gonna... fuck... my... mouth?" See's words were punctuated by jolts of our bodies together and hers against the bed.

I paused, supported above her on my elbows. "I didn't say I was gonna finish there." I gave her a deep, slow push, held there. "And it felt SO fucking good cuz you do such a great job of sucking my cock. But what I really want is to fill my student's tight... wet... cunt FULL of my cum."

"Do it, Professor," Sienna whispered. "I know you're close. Just let go, shoot it in me, I wanna feel it..."

I was close, my second climax of the evening approaching fast, and I began pounding away, our lips barely touching and our eyes locked as each slam of my body against hers jolted a little squeak or squeal from the blonde bound beneath me. If I could get her off one more time before... Sienna arched against me the diamond hard points of her nipples brushing my chest, and I dropped my lips to the curve of her neck to nibble while she howled out her orgasm next to my ear.

The sensation of her body going wild with pleasure overload pulled me in as well, and I pushed a few millimeters deeper and surrendered to the sensation of my thrashing lover's boiling pussy squeezing around my cock. Five hard spasms of release wracked me, followed by multiple soft aftershocks, and I slid a hand behind Sienna's head to grip her near-white hair and roughly forced a kiss on her, pushing my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers, to make her even more MINE even as I filled her cunt with my last drops of sperm.

We lay there for a long time, sweat practically steaming off our bodies, hammering hearts showing just on the other side of our skin pressed against skin. We continued slowly, exhaustedly kissing, until I raised my head. "You're mine, See. I love you."

She shifted her body beneath me, and an enigmatic little smile crossed her face as she squeezed me with her kegel muscles. "There's no one else's I'd rather be, Gary. I love you too."

Without withdrawing, I reached up and unclipped her green and black leather cuffs from the nylon restraints, then did a pushups and slipped my softening tool from See's box. I backed up down the bed and unclipped her ankles, and she stretched all four limbs out, flexing her joints, then rolled to her side, propping herself up on an elbow. "Could you please do me a favor, hubby?"

I smirked at her term of endearment. "What might that be, wifey?"

A silent laugh shook her torso. "Bring me that cookie from the living room?"

I found it on the entertainment center and padded back with it and my glass of Masters Keep and an empty cup I filled with water from the bathroom. When I returned with the water, Sienna was again taking tiny bites off her her cookie, nibbling like a mouse. "You can eat that thing, you know."

She rolled to her back, scooted her butt back until she was sitting against the headboard. "But I wanna try something first. Or rather, I want you to watch me try something."

"Hmmmmm?"

She broke off a chunk of cookie and reached down with her other hand to open herself, spreading her vaginal lips with two fingers to show the delicate pink flesh they protected. A look of concentration crossed her face, and after a moment she rose to a squat, planting her feet flat on the bed with her back to the wood. I could see tension in her body and could tell she was pushing, and then a blob of spunk dripped from her snatch, catching on one of her fleshy petals. Smirking at me, she swiped it up with the chunk of cookie, then sat her butt back down on the sheets, and drew the edge of the desert up her labia, collecting even more of the leaking mixture of her her cum and mine.

The piece of cookie suitably glazed for her her, she held it out for my inspection. "I wanted to try it with frosting." Her voice was innocent, at odds with the lewd act she'd just showed me. She popped the jizz-covered baked good in her mouth, chewed contemplatively. "It's good, but I'd rather be sucking you after you pull out."

"You are my dirty girl."

"That's my goal, Professor."

I reached out and stroked the back of a finger up between her breasts, collecting some of the lube I'd poured on her chest for titfucking her. "Speaking of dirty, let's get you cleaned up."

She stuffed the rest of the cookie into her mouth into her cheeks bulged like a chipmunks, and then took my hand so I could help her off the bed. I guided her the bathroom, and standing her in front of the sink, began gently stripping her. I slid the bra off her arms behind her, knelt to unclip the stockings from the garter belt and gently rolled them down her legs, tugged the belt itself down and helped her step out of it before unfastening ankle and wrist cuffs. I left the collar on.

Stepping away, See grabbed a hair clip and gave her long platinum locks a free twist before gathering it onto her head in a messy bun. "Don't want it to get wet just yet. You spent way too much money on it just a few hours ago."

We stepped into the marble shower enclosure and pulled the glass closed behind us, and before I could turn the handle to start the spray, Sienna put a hand on my arm. "Before you do..." she motioned me away from the drain to the back of the stall. "I had a few more of those cocktails tonight because I know it turns you on that I get embarrassed going to the bathroom in front of you." She reached down to spread her labia, and I could tell her she was fighting to both hold my gaze and relax, a flush turning her cheeks pink. She looked away as the stream of urine started, splattering the tile in front of her feet, then lifted her head back to me, watching me as I watched her doing something that was humiliating for her to do in front of me.

"Good girl." I said when she finished. "Thank you."

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she still offered me a smile before turning the water on. I moved to intercept the spray, and then gathered her into my arms where the water wouldn't hit her beautifully done hair. She relaxed in my embrace, and I kissed her forehead, reveled in the feeling of holding my woman's wet, naked body against me. Sienna tilted her head up and caught my lips, gently kissing me, a slow, tender exploration of each others mouths

Stepping away, I soaped up a washcloth and then began scrubbing the lube off her skin, making sure to get her chest extra squeaky clean by hefting and massaging each pendulous breast, taking my time to fondle them with the wet rag. The blonde sighed and leaned back against the wall, gave a surprised squeak and then giggled as I washed lower over her belly, down between her legs, slowly stroking her sensitive flesh. Squeaks turned to moans and she arched her hips forward, offering me her pussy.

I let the rag fall to the floor and pushed two fingers into her, pinning her against the wall with a hand gently but firmly wrapped around her neck. The plaintive look she gave me was heart-breakingly adorable, and I kissed her fiercely, getting a dark satisfaction from forcing myself on this beautiful, powerless girl, hearing her whimper her enjoyment into my mouth. Her hands found my wrist as we kissed, and she guided the movement of my fingers, deeper up inside her wet box, pressed harder against her for longer, barely a withdrawal, pushed forcefully into her slit. I let her fuck herself with my hand for a moment before she surprisingly pushed me and brought it up between us. My fingers were covered with a stringy, sticky mixture of off-white and clear fluid, a combination of her own copious lubricant and the creampie I'd pumped into her, and she met my eyes before tilting her head and sucking me fingers into her mouth.

Sienna moaned erotically and I felt her nimble tongue sliding along my digits like they were my cock, cleaning every trace of our mixed enjoyment from my skin.

"I'm gonna have to fuck another load into you, schoolgirl, seeing as you're eating all the cum I've given you."

"But it's tasty," she mock-whined.

"Well then, get down there." I stepped back and put a hand on her messy bun, guiding her to her knees in front of me. Her hands wrapped around the iron bar of my erection, guided it her lips, and she teased around the head with her tongue before I applied slight pressure. My cock sank slowly into her mouth, and Sienna clasped her arms behind her as I fucked he face with long, deep strokes.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm..." she grunted with the movement of my hips forcing my appendage down her gullet. I held deep, my groin pressed to her lips, the head of my dick pressed to the back of her throat, and I felt tension in her body as she breathed through her nose, tried to regulate the stress of being gagged. Her tongue snaked out to tickle my sack with little electric flicks and I marveled at her desire to please me even as I choked her.

I pulled away and the kneeling blonde gasped, wiped an arm across her mouth as she coughed up drool. I dragged her up by her arm, spun her around, and bent her over with a hand on her back. She flattened her palms against the wall and arched, presenting her bottom beautifully for me. I kneaded her cheeks for a moment, giving her a rough massage while admiring the visual of the green gem shining between her glutes.

Should probably think about making use of that soon.

I centered my achingly hard dick between her lips and pushed, and Sienna took me completely in one long, slow slide, a low groan barely audible over the drumming of the shower water against my back. Holding her hips, I began pumping her at a steady pace, not fast, not slow, just deep, hips pressed against her glutes, balls pressed against her spread-open folds, erection buried to the hilt inside her slippery, stretched sheath. I could feel the solidity of the glass bulb in her rectum pressing against the length of my cock through the thin membrane of flesh spreading it from the channel I currently occupied, taking up space and tightening her cunt even further around me, and the sensation gave me an idea. I relocated one hand from her hip to her asscheek, pressing firmly on the emerald jewel with my thumb and manipulating it in small motions, working it like a joystick.

"Fuuuuck that feels good..." See groaned.

"YOU think so..." I kept pumping the blonde, in no hurry at all to cum due to my two previous ejaculations. Just the incredible physical sensation of sensitive flesh through slick, tight flesh, and the mental satisfaction of having a beautiful woman bent over and will to do anything to please me... and her getting off on being used.

"Let's take this party elsewhere," I whispered in her ear, low and dark. I pulled from her sheath with a wet slurp, pulled her up and around for a searing kiss, then turned to shut off the water. I stepped out of the glass enclosure. See watched lasciviously as I toweled off, obviously ogling my nude body, and then I took her hand and guided her out, scrubbing her down with another fluffy towel, making sure to get her extra squeaky clean where I knew my touch would make her squeak with pleasure.

And then I bent her over again. Roughly folding her over the bathroom counter with her abs and big tits on the counter, I gave her rump a light slap to prompt her to spread her legs, admired the lewd way her pussylips looked, open, inviting, offering me access, and then I took myself in hand and speared into her again.

Sienna's head came off the counter and her eyes practically rolled back in her head as she snarled her enjoyment at me in the mirror, and then we were moving again. Harder this time, rougher, meaty slaps of hips against ass, loud grunts of exertion from both of us as she pushed back and I pushed forward.

"Fuck, Gary, don't stop, I'm gonna cum, please don't stop please don't stop PLEASE just like that!" The blonde's tone was pleading and she looked at me over her shoulder, a wild look in her eyes as I rutted inside her.

I gripped her hips as I pounded away, and a thought seized me, a twist on this position we had not tried yet. Adjusting my stance, I bent to grab my wife's leg, lifting it up into the counter, changing the angle of penetration and opening her further for me. Making sure she was safely positioned, I I reached up and seized her hair, fingers almost at her scalp as I tightened my grip and pulled her head back.

See went wild as I picked up the pace again, hands bracing against the mirror to hump her ass back at me as much as she could from her precariously balanced and arched position. "Cmon schoolgirl," I whispered in her her ear. I had her head yanked back, throat exposed and arched, and I paused to kiss that beautiful neck. "Cum on my cock. Show your professor how much you love him him fucking your tight little cunt."

Her shriek pierced my eardrums like a knife, and I had to push her leg off the counter because the other one was wobbling like jello against mine and I didn't want her getting yanked by my grip on her hair when it gave out. Feet planted on solid ground, she uncoordinatedly humped back against my thrusts even as her twat clenched and released in the throes of her climax. My "schoolgirl" was whispering "fuck" over and over and over as she fucked herself on my tool, her tone so determined it almost sounded angry until it rose in pitch to another scream.

This time I had to keep her up. A hand across her lower abdomen and an arm under her breasts held her upright as she whimpered and shook in my arms, and I held her sweating body close to me as the orgasm shook her, her cries of pleasure sounding almost like cries of pain. "I've got you, See" I whispered in her ear. "You're my girl."

After a long moment of stillness, of hard, panted breathing breathing, of slowing heart rates, she turned in my arms to plant a ferocious kiss on my lips, tongue fixing its way between my lips and fighting with mine. "Please tell me you're close," Sienna begged. "I can't take much more of this."

I smirked. "I've already cum twice. I'm quite a ways off."

Another feral kiss and she pushed me away, left hand going behind her to gather her hair and hold it up as she dropped to her knees. "Fuck my face for a while then." A sultry smile twisted the nude blonde's lips. "Your student's cunt needs a minute to recover before she's ready to get fucked again."

I didn't need convincing. She moaned as I pushed my diamond-hard dick between her lips, and I got a moment to see her cheeks hollow with exquisite suction belt I put my hands on her head and started guiding her - gently but forcefully - up and down my length, making sure to push the crown ALL the way to the back of her throat, holding deep and giving her little thrusts that made her glug glug glug on my meat. Sifting my hips and shuffling forward inched her backward, and she gasped when her head pressed against the wood cabinet.

I reached down to stroke her cheek as she looked up shy me with watery but adoring eyes. "You gonna be a good cocksucker for your professor, schoolgirl?"

Her words were unintelligible with her mouth full. I retracted my hips feeling the delicious side of my most sensitive organ between wet lips, against laving tongue, through tight vacuum. Then I thrust forward. Another retraction. Another thrust.

She'd wanted me to fuck her face, and I did, my talented fellatrix enjoying every second of her newly-favorite sexual activity until her lack of oxygen forced me to pull away. She heaved in breath as fast as she could, pumping my saliva-dripping length while looking up at me with fire in her eyes. Back down her throat I went. Four more times, four more mini-sessions of her almost professional-grade oral pleasure punctuated with quick moments of lung-refilling gasps, and I pulled her to her feet.

"You're close?"

"Getting there. I'm not so lucky as you, can't cum at the drop of a hat."

"You're really starting to make me doubt my cocksucking skills."

"Not where I want to cum, schoolgirl." I led her from her bathroom, switching off the light behind us.

"Let me ride you for a bit before you pound me again? I'm getting sore down there."

"You ok? We can stop, I don't - " a slim finger pressed against my lips to shut me up, and a hand pressed to my chest to propel me back onto the bed.

"I'm looking forward to being sore tomorrow," Sienna whispered, low and sultry. "I'm looking forward to feeling that deep, HARD tissue massage that my professor gave me, so deep up inside me. I'm looking forward feeling you leaking into my panties all day long, feeling my smooth, slick lips so wet from what we did tonight." My wife straddled my lap, reached down to grip me and hold me aloft, then guided herself down, groaning as my prick impaled her plug-tightened pussy. "Right now I wanna ride you though. Show how much I enjoy what you do to me. Do you how much I enjoy pleasing you, serving you with my cunt..."

She sank all the way down in a slow slide, and I reached down to fiddle the apex of her parted vaginal lips with my thumb. "Uhhhhhhhnnnn..." the blonde on my lap arched back to expose even more of her pussy to me, gripping her own ankles and gently bouncing herself in my shaft. One particular wave of sensation jolted her, interrupting her languid riding, and she jolted forward. "Fuck!"

I grinned. "You're my girl, See. I can play my student's body like a fiddle." I slid my hand up to the swelling of her belly, just above her pubis. "You're mine, you belong to me, and I love you."

My "student" leaned down and supported herself with hands on my shoulders, her insignificant weight barely registering. She studied my face for a long moment then lowered her body to mine and kissed me violently, somehow managing to curl even closer to me despite our skin on skin press and the fact that she was as intimately joined to me as anyone could be.

"I've never wanted to be anything else but yours, Gary," she whispered when she pulled away. "I love you so much."

Her cheek warmed my hand and I looked into her eyes and she looked strong and searching and vulnerable and sultry and I growled and pulled her down for another kiss. She moaned into my mouth as my hand found her bottom, hard, and I pulled one cheek to the side as I began thrusting up into my woman to a chorus of squeaks that rose into a scream. The blonde shuddered and twitched on my chest, lifting her head only to sigh "I thought I was supposed to be riding you?"

"You can. If you want."

Pushing herself back up with a tired exhalation, Sienna began a slow roll of the hips, arching to thrust her swaying tits into my face as she pulled away then bowing her back to take me all the way back up inside herself again it felt methodical, calculated, deliberate, and amazing, and rather than groaning I lifted my head to seize one of those swollen, brown nipples between my lips, drawing a whimper from my rider.

The retracting, enveloping, boiling wet continued on my sensitive flesh, as Siena humped me slowly and intently, carving my prick back and forth inside her ultra-snug twat, a grin on her face as she watched my expressions of pleasure, felt the reactions of my body beneath her. "You're gonna cum soon, Professor. I can tell." She sounded satisfied.

"Yeah, I am. That feels amazing."

"You want me to keep going? Or do you wanna bend your schoolgirl over like you had me in the bathroom?" Lowering herself to my chest, she tickled my ear with her tongue. "How can the slutty schoolgirl please her Professor most?"

Mindful of the two little lives growing inside her small baby bump, I rolled us over, Sienna laughing at the surprise and change in sensation. I stiff-armed the bed on either side of her head, leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. "Hook your knees with your hands, spread your legs."

She complied instantly, spreading her legs wide and up, and I began hammering away, the wet slap of bodies colliding growing faster and louder as her shrieks of enjoyment amped up. "Almost there," I breathed, and Sienna shuddered and jerked beneath me, her legs composing to hook loosely over my ass, her fingers clawing into my back painfully now that she wasn't speaking herself open for me. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

I pushed forward and held as deep as possible in her spasming pussy, let the pulsing contractions carry me away into my own climax. I seized her face and kissed her as it felt like my heart would explode with each violent clench, my erection straining and relaxing with each blast of cum I pumped into my woman. Her tongue squirmed frantically against mine as we pulled each other tighter still, and for a moment it felt like we would crush each other and I couldn't get enough.

I loosened up, arching away from her, thinking I might be crushing my children with how tight I was holding her, and she giggled quietly as I pulled away to flop down beside her. "That was... that was wow."

"We're good at this."

"Yeah, I'm just gonna lay here for a while."

"Me too."

Our bodies practically steamed with heat despite the raised temperature in the hotel room, and I thought that if cold water sounded good to me, it must sound delightful to my wife. I rose tiredly and got us some.

The blonde guzzled hers down, handed me the cup with a sweet smile, collapsed back to the bed. "Sleep now?"

"Yeah."

She shifted around on the bed as I detached the portable restraint web, packed it and the toys away, stuck out her lip at me as I put the vibrator back in the duffel bag, cleaned the unused options off the dresser. "You didn't do my butt tonight," she pouted.

I grinned. "I think we're both too tired for another round."

"Yeah..."

"Tomorrow."

"Promise?"

I rolled my eyes. "Roll over schoolgirl."

"Yes SIR," she smirked before turning over and lifting herself into doggystyle. I caressed her bottom for few seconds before gripping the gem-set flange and gently twisting, pulling the buttplug free. It popped out with a petite toot, and Sienna giggled and flexed her backdoor, winking the little pink ring at me before rolling to get back and stretching her nude body in front of me.

"Sleep with me?"

"Brush our teeth first."

I helped her from the bed, and we brushed our teeth together at the bathroom sink, and then she sprinted back to bed while I turned off the lights and buttoned up the room.

I lowered myself into bed, rolled to my left to spoon my wife, sliding one arm under her neck, draping the other over her side to press my palm to her just above her sex, pulling her possessively to me. I held her tightly, relaxing as I felt her breathing slow and deepen.

"Gary?"

"Yeah?"

"You're not gonna leave me, are you?"

I posted up on my elbow. In the dark she couldn't see the concern on my face but I could feel my worried scowl. "What on earth would made you ask that?"

Sienna rolled towards me. "I don't know. I just... I worry sometimes. Being yours is... it's where I'm supposed to be. And I worry that rug is gonna get pulled out from under me. Every time I'm happy, something terrible happens, and it seems like almost every time, I lose you."

I leaned down, found her forehead in the dark with my lips. "I ain't going anywhere. And neither are you. You're mine and I'm keeping you."

I could feel her shudder against me. "I'm so fucking glad. I can't lose you, I can't..."

I forcibly rolled her over and held her body to me with a furious possessiveness. "Shhhhhh. Shhhhh. I've got you."

I fell asleep holding Sienna tight to my chest while she snuggled her head into my shoulder, pulled me close with a leg over my thigh and an arm over my side.

Wakefulness came in a hazy fog. A warm body rolled away from me under the covers, left me with a void full of heated empty air as the sheet and blanket deflated and I fell back to sleep as a door closed somewhere.

I jerked awake as someone tickled my nuts with their tongue. Warm and wet and soft enclosed my morning wood with gentle suction and as the head of my cock prodded the back of their throat, they licked the bottom of my shaft and began laving my scrotum with incredible, electric slides of their tongue. I cranked my eyes open to see blonde hair hovering over my groin.

Sienna lifted her head with a slurp and smiled at me, her green eyes practically glowing in the dimness. "Good morning, husband." Her hand began a slow pumping motion, taking over what her mouth had been doing before.

"Good morning, wife."

She beamed at the word "wife." "Thank you for a wonderful Valentine's Day. It was everything I wanted."

"I'm glad I could make you happy. I had a great time too."

Slowly, the naked blonde crawled up my body, hand still between us, gently jacking my rod. "I know you did. I woke up with this great stretched ache up inside me and this relaxed feeling in my body from having so many orgasms, and there's still two loads of your cum deep in my cunt that are slowly leaking out. You used me and fucked me SO well last night." She kissed me passionately, sighing as my hands stroked her sides while we made out.

"You were a very good girl for me last night, See. Your obeyed me perfectly, you didn't struggle at all when I restrained you and used you. You came when I wanted. I enjoyed my wife's beautiful body so much. And you sucked me so well, fuck you do an amazing job."

She groaned and bit her lip, looked away like she was embarrassed. "I woke up and thought to myself 'Self, what would be the best way to reward your handsome, loving husband for giving you SO many GREAT orgasms last night after the most beautiful Valentine's Day of your entire life?' Obviously waking you up with a blowjob. But really that's more for me these days than you." Another smoldering kiss that communicated lust and desire and need. Another bite of the lip. Another glance away. Another few pumps of my turgid rod. "Then I thought my husband would really like me on all fours this morning so he can fuck me in my ass."

Sienna slid off me and slowly turned around on the bed, settling onto her knees and elbows, and with a rustle of white bedclothes she shuffled her legs wide apart, arching her back. She reached with one slim hand to grip a cheek, pulling it to the side to reveal her little pink pucker. "I already cleaned up this morning after pumping. I used some lube. I'm SO ready to feel you back there, Gary..."

I rose to my knees beside her, leaned down to slowly cover the curve of her rump with kisses. She giggled at the feeling of my lips on her skin, and those giggles turned to sighs as one hand snaked between her thighs to slowly stroke her pussy, transferring leaking wetness from her core to the top of her slit to rub lubrication over her clit. "No, you don't need to... this is for... oh fuuuuuck..."

I'd lowered my head to the crack of her ass, flickering my tongue over her clenched rosebud from the side, and that had brought about that last groan. I drooled out some saliva as my tongue circled her backdoor, then introduced a digit, teasing the tip of my middle finger through her constriction.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn..." I could feel the blonde push back to to open herself up for me, and my finger slid in smoothly, before the sensation caused her to involuntarily clench back up around me. I pumped gently through the muscular ring onto the smooth, looser, slickly greased canal beyond. Another giggle and another pleasured sigh from my wife as both hands worked their magic on her sensitive holes, and this time when I drooled more lubricant onto her anus, she accepted two fingers much easier than just the first.

"You really are ready for this, schoolgirl."

"I've been ready for this since last night. I so wanted you to take my ass with me restrained to the door."

I straightened. "Well let's do it."

"Nuh uh. I just wanna feel you get off in me, and then I need some breakfast." As if on cue, her stomach rumbled. We both laughed at the sound interrupting the erotic moment between us.

"After breakfast then. I know you're gonna eat like a bird, so it won't ruin your appetite for other treats."

See looked smolderingly back at me. "Ohhhhh... you want to have anal with your wife TWICE this morning?"

I leaned in to kiss her, and she mashed into the liplock as my hand, wet with her pussy juices seized her face to pull it against mine. A gasp as we broke apart, and she licked her lips like she was starving as she looked at my straining erection between us. "No, Sienna," I whispered. "I'm going to have anal sex with my wife before breakfast. AFTER breakfast I'm going to chain up my sub and TAKE her ass."

I grabbed last nights lube off the nightstand, squeezed a line out onto my hand and rubbed it it over my achingly hard prick, squeezed another glob of viscous liquid out onto her slightly-opened starfish. I gently pressed this little puddle into her back passage with middle and index fingers, pumping and twisting and drawing little whines of enjoyment from my doggy-posed wife. Taking myself in hand, I guided the angry purple helmet to the divot of her backdoor. "Push back for me, babe."

In the dim light, I could see the orifice open slightly, and Sienna's breath caught as the head slipped into the tightness of her sphincter. I held still, feeling her regulating her breathing, relaxing at my intrusion, and when she seemed more comfortable with penetration, I pushed forward a little more. I slid smoothly through warm, lube-slicked muscle, savoring the exquisite clench moving slowly down my shaft until I my hips were pressed to Sienna's soft, round bottom.

She let out a low groan as I bottomed out, the head of my cock probing the depths of her colon. I retracted through her now slightly-relaxed asshole, millimeter by slow millimeter, then pressed back in again until I was once more straining against her cheeks. "Yeah... that's it..." See grunted.

One hand gripping her hip, I picked up a bit of speed, moving with smooth deliberate strokes, my other hand reaching around to stroke up and down her swollen lips. I leaned over, getting my mouth closer to her ear. "You can play with your cunt too, Sienna. You're not going to be able to the next time we do this."

My wife moaned at my words, or perhaps it was my back and forth movement in her most sensitive hole. Either way, she slumped forward a little and her left hand reached underneath her body, and I began feeling movement by my nuts.

The grip around around my shaft was exquisite, sliding up and down, thrusting forward into soft flesh, feeling the squeeze just behind the head of my cock as I retracted. Besides the physical sensations, the mental stimulation of enjoying Sienna's body this way was incredibly arousing. Unlike Jessie who greatly enjoyed anal, but thought she was a dirty slut for liking it, and liked for her daddy to humiliate her about it, Sienna viewed it as any other sexual activity, not her favorite but one that she engaged in for my enjoyment... and one that she could cum hard from given the right stimulation and headspace.

Speaking of Sienna cumming, I leaned over her sweaty back, supporting myself with a hand on her flank while reaching around to heft one wobbling breast, kneading it, rolling the engorged nipple between thumb and forefinger. Beneath me, the blonde's whines became grunts as she humped her round tushy back at my thrusts, and the movement near my balls picked up speed as her own fingerbanging picked up, buzzing her clit faster and faster. Those movements turned into jerks and I felt knuckles brush against my testicles instead of fingers as she curled two inside herself, pumping as much as the awkward angle would allow.

"Fuuuuuuck..." See hissed as the orgasm rippled through her body, twitching her torso and causing the aperture currently stretched open by my dick to squeeze even tighter around it. She kept rolling her hips back at me through the climax, kept pumping he own snatch with her fingers. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme..." her voice was low and dark and sensual, and she threw a glance back over her shoulder at me, teeth bared and a look of furious concentration in her eyes as she focused on deriving enjoyment from the sensation of her man sodomizing her. "Cum in me, I wanna feel it. Cmon, shoot your load in my ass....

I straightened to grab her hips and sped up, now aggressively seeking my own, close climax, gliding slickly through relaxed, lubricated muscle, and I interrupted her grunts and whines of pleasure with a hard open-hand smack to one butt-cheek that made her yelp and clench up around me. Platinum hair glided across her shoulders as she turned her head and looked back at me piteously. "That's UHHHHH another thing we didn't UHHHHHH do last night. You didn't UHHHHHH give me my maintena - AHHHHHHHHH!"

Another slap to her bottom brought her to climax and she arched her head back with a shriek as her hips jerked uncoordinatedly and her fingers moved even faster in her pussy. I seized her hair, gripping it close to the scalp, pulled her head further back while leaning down to whisper in her ear. "You will be getting spanked today. Count on it."

I was so close to my own finish line it took only a few more hard slams against the blonde's padded posterior before I strained forward with a gasp of effort, pulling her ass to me while straining forward, my vision throbbing with exercise as my cock throbbed out its liquid load into the depths of her bowels.

See's breathing sped up as she felt me cum inside her, and I thought for a moment she was going to join me, but she just turned her head and gave me a contented smile. I released her hair and she sagged to the bed, face down, ass up in the air, still connected to me by my quivering organ.

I slowly pulled out and her bottom released me with a small, wet pop. "Stay there," I commanded my wife.

In the bathroom I wet a washcloth and scrubbed my deflating tool of lube, then returned to the bedroom. I gently cleaned Sienna's lifted bottom of lube, then motioned her to stay put. The washcloth went in the sink, and grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand and stood in front of the blonde, very intentionally slathering the buttplug she'd worn last night with the viscous fluid.

"You want me to wear that to breakfast?" She asked meekly.

"You're GOING to wear this to breakfast, along with last nights lingerie under your sweats." I knelt on the bed beside her, and slowly eased the glass toy through her rosebud, watching as her body swallowed it up to the flange, leaving just a green gem between her cheeks. "Get dressed."

It took me less time to dress in the same suit pants and button up that I'd been wearing yesterday than it did for See to collect all her lacy, strappy undergarments and don them, slowly dragging the stockings up her legs, clipping the garter belt to them, fastening the quarter-cup bra that so prominently displayed her heavy tits. She slowly turned struck a models pose for me as I sat on the edge of the bed, showing off the red lingerie that that highlighted instead of concealed her body.

"Come here."

She obeyed, and when she was within reach I took her hand and guided her to my right side, very deliberately folding her over my lap, my legs spread wide to support her without pressing against her belly. The blonde looked back at me, curiosity mixed with worry in her eyes, fine platinum hair falling around her face. "Did I do something wrong or misbehave, Sir?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. Good girls get spanked too, and you're going to take yours before breakfast." My hand, resting on the curve of her ass, slid down to stroke the folds of her sex. "I want you shifting around on a stinging, pink bottom while we eat, moving that plug around inside of you, thinking about how your owner's going to use you for a second time after breakfast."

Sienna moaned and lifted her bottom for my hand, shifting her legs apart to offer me even more access to her obviously wet pussy. "If that's what pleases you, sir."

She shivered as my hand slid back to her asscheek, stiffened, then relaxed. I pulled my hand back, brought it down hard on her rump. The noise she made was half yelp, half grunt. I rubbed the impacted flesh briefly, then spanked it again. "UHHHHHHNNNN"

I shifted my attention to the other cheek, giving it two slaps that jolted the blonde, made her squeak, then returned to the buttock I'd already reddened. I gave her quick, hard stinging smacks up and down her bottom, the thick padding of muscle to the more sensitive sit-spot, then back up, over to the other cheek to do the same, then returning to harder, more deliberate full-hand strikes that made her her grunt and flinch away from the pain.

I stopped when both cheeks were a rosy red, contrasting beautifully with the green plug set between them. See looked back at me, her eyes half closed, her breathing hard but slow. "Master?"

"Sienna."

"If you want me to have a sore ass at breakfast, you could spank me a few more times. It'll hurt even more then."

"That's what you want?"

"I want to please you sir. And turn you on." She shifted against me, obviously feeling my growing hard-on.

SMACK

"Uhhhhhnnn!"

SMACK

"Uhhhhhnnn!"

SMACK

"Uhhhhhnnn!"

SMACK

"Uhhhhhnnn!"

SMACK

"Uhhhhhnnn!"

SMACK

"Uhhhhhnnn!"

Six more hard, deliberate slaps to the blondes bottom, and then I started massaging, kneading the gluteal muscle beneath sore skin. She sighed at the sensation, then turned to address me again, hair hanging in her face. "Touch my cunt, please?" A blush suffused her face at the lewd request, and she smiled shyly.

I traced my thumb between her parted labia, up to dip ever so delicately into her entrance, down to her clit to stroke it with the copious feminine lubricant I'd collected. She sighed again, shuddering as my finger brushed her little bud. "I got wet from being disciplined, sir. I thought you might like to know that."

"You did. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

A shake of the head. "That hurt. But I enjoyed submitting to you hurting me." She rolled her hips, and her voice got lower, filled with lust. "And my cunt enjoyed it too. Every. Time. You. Spank. Me. She starts to throb. She swells. She starts to get wet. She gets ready to stretch around your big... thick... cock and give it so much pleasure. She gets ready to take your cum."

See was breathing harder now, slowly grinding her hips against me, the garter straps digging into her red flesh and then releasing it as her body moved sinuously. "Would you like me to go to breakfast with a load of your cum in both my holes, sir?"

I wanted to fuck her again. Wanted to bend her over the edge of the bed and enjoy her body once more. But I was a rational, thinking human being who could delay gratification. "I don't want you worn out," I whispered in her ear. "We've still got fun activities ahead of us this morning."

She whined pitifully and then straightened. "You're mean."

I watched lasciviously as she pulled baggy gray sweats on over her expensive lingerie, and then we exited the hotel room into the thickly carpeted hallway. My left hand sought out my wife's and she swept white-blonde hair from her face before giving me a shy smile.

- - - - -

The cafeteria was all white tile and white drywall, fake plants contrasting green on white marble counters, shiny black appliances standing out like science fiction props. The air smelled like cooking sausage and my stomach growled.

I scooped up rubbery eggs and surprisingly well-cooked meat, found a table with a good view of every entrance while I watched the blonde serve herself among the crowd of hungry humanity. For just a moment, a split second, a feeling of unreality struck me - my student was one of my two "wives" and was carrying two of my children in her womb. How long ago has it been that I couldn't bring myself to even touch her?

Both a shorter and longer span of time than I could remember.

I waited until Sienna sat down across from me to begin eating, and she looked over my mound of protein with wry smile before looking down at her small portions of oatmeal, fruit, eggs and meat. I gestured at her plate. "Please, eat up. Go get more if you want, I don't want the mother of my children starving."

She stabbed a spoon into her oatmeal. "I'm eating for three, yeah, but two of them are smaller than baseballs." She cocked her head, grinned, and pulled out her phone, started typing. A moment later, my phone dinged with a text message. "You're the one putting in all the work. I've just gotta take it."

I waggled my eyebrows at her over the screen. "Yes you do. And you will after breakfast."

She inhaled sharply at my words and very obviously shifted in her seat, a small gasp leaving her lips, either from sore buttocks or a thick piece of glass ensconced in her rectum.

I gave her a lopsided grin and resumed devouring eggs and meat.

A few grapes and watermelon cubes later, Sienna arched an eyebrow at me. She typed something on her phone, smirked at her text before sending it, then stabbed some eggs.

I looked at the message on my phone. "How many of the women in this room do you think got tied down and fucked senseless last night?"

I tapped out my response. "It's the day after Valentine's Day. Probably most of them."

She's brought her phone up to read the reply, tapped out another. "How many do you think are wearing slutty lingerie under their clothes?"

I glanced around the room. Most of the women here - a variety of age ranges - were in some combo of leggings or sweats and a T-shirt or hoody. "More than half."

My phone vibrated in my hand as she sent her response. "Glad I'm not the only one. How many do you think woke up early to so they could have buttsex?"

"Not many. How many do you think are wearing a plug to keep their husbands cum inside them?"

Another petite gasp from the blonde, and she shifted visibly, winced, settled into a more comfortable sitting position. Sienna sneered at me, then bit her lip erotically, scanned the room with her eyes before typing a reply. "The redhead at your seven."

I stretched, rolled my neck and back, rotated my torso so I could look at the woman in question. She looked almost like Jessie, pale skin and high defined cheekbones, but where Jessie was growing her black hair out, this woman had a cute flaming-red pageboy cut.

"Why do you think so?"

Another few seconds of typing. "I was behind her in line for the bacon. I recognize the way she's walking."

I smirked at my wife. "I was kinda hoping you were the only one. Cuz you're the only one for me."

Actual spoken words this time. "Aww... you make me feel special."

I try."

That earned me a soft, meek smile, and her hand crossing the table to close over mine. "You do. You make me so happy."

"That's what I want."

"Do I make you happy?"

"Without question. You're mine. You belong to me."

See pulled her hand back tentatively, speared up some egg with her fork. "So, have you given any more thought to anything you'd like to see while we're in the city?"

"I was thinking about it last night, there's gotta be some old record stores around here. I'd like to pick some up for the kids. Teach them about history."

She raised an eyebrow. "Have you given any more thought to the schooling arrangement we talked about?"

"Your idea is a possibility. The house is remote enough, either they come with me or Jessie to work every morning and get dropped off at school, or you teach them. Those are the options. Not like we're on a bus route, Jane can't exactly run down to the corner and wait for Miss Frizzle to pick her up."

"So what do you think?"

"I think it's something we all gotta talk about. You and me and Jessie. I don't doubt that you can teach the kids through the end of middle school. I also think it'd be good for them to be in school around kids their own age. We keep talking."

"And that has no bearing on you wanting to give the kids a classical education yourself via old records and books? You read Dickens to Jane almost every night." A smile danced across Sienna's lips as she spoke and then she popped the last bit of sausage into her mouth.

I gave her a rueful grin. "I love my kids. I love the kids we're gonna have that I haven't met yet. I want the best for them, and I'm gonna give it to them. Dickens and old Johnny Cash records is a helluva lot better and smarter than raising them with iPads and Billboard Top Forty."

See briefly consulted her phone, held out the screen for me to see, covered in graphs and rings. "Hit my goals for breakfast."

I wiped up green chili sauce with the last bit of egg and chewed. "But not your exercise requirements."

Lust flashed through the blonde's eyes, and then she smiled softly. "Did you ever think we'd be here?"

"Here as in this hotel, or here as in metaphorically here?"

"Metaphorically."

"Not in a million years. But my life has taken a lot of twists and turns I didn't expect, so... anything was possible and it happened."

"That didn't sound happy?"

I rose and gathered our plates. "Very happy. Just amazed it all turned out for the best."

- - - -

Back inside the hotel room I wasn't gentle.

I pinned my wife against the door just as soon as it closed behind us, one hand pinning both of her wrists above her head while my mouth ravaged hers, my other hand sliding down inside the waistband of her gray sweatpants, over her curves, down between her legs to part lips slick with dew. Her breath hitched and she shuffled her feet apart obediently. "I thought you wanted a different hole, Sir."

I nibbled up her neck to her earlobe, made her giggle with hot breath against sensitive skin. "Oh I'm absolutely going to have your ass. Right now though I'm just enjoying the power I have over my sub's body... and how little power she has."

As if to illustrate my words, Sienna whined piteously as I hooked my fingers up inside her, sagging slightly against the door. Gentle pumping and stroking set her to whimpering, and her legs started shaking, and before she could go over the edge, I withdrew my fingers, holding them up between us to admire my handwork glistening on them. "I love the way your body reacts to me."

The blonde tilted her head forward, stuck out her tongue to lap at her displayed juices. "I just love the way you make me feel," she breathed.

I slid my fingers in her mouth and she moaned, suckled them until they were free of her taste. "Safe. Controlled. Taken. Used. Loved. Degraded. Adored. Free."

I cocked my head, tightened my grip on her hands. "Free? Really?"

She arced her hips forward, trying to grind her sex against me. "Free to enjoy the way you make me feel. Free to let go. Free of responsibility, when you just want to use me to get off. I can enjoy just being taken."

I put my hands around her neck, crowded her squirming body to the door and kissed her again, violently. When we broke for air, I tapped her on the nose. "Undress and wait for me here."

Then I let go and walked to the bedroom. I took longer than necessary to gather up her collar, cuffs, and leash, then slowly walked back to my waiting wife. Her sweats were folded and set neatly by the door, and she was positioned in a perfect doggy pose, head and ass up, back arched, knees and elbows on the carpet. She didn't even react when I walked around her, observing her presentation of her body for me.

"Good girl."

That caused a slight twitch of the head, and a deepening of her inhalations.

I knelt, gently lifted each limb to buckle her green and black leather cuffs and her wrist and ankle, moved to her other side to do the same. I stood and very previously dragged her mane of straight platinum hair to hang off one shoulder with my index finger, then draped her collar around her neck. Sienna gave a little shudder as she felt me gather the ends of the layered leather strap together, slide one end through the buckle, pin it with the bar.

I clicked the snaphook of her leash through one of the D-rings, gave it a slight, experimental tug to turn her head towards me. "You know what to do, schoolgirl."

"Yes Sir." The blonde hung her head and very precisely lifted each limb before placing it back down again on the cream carpet, crawling forward very deliberately. I left slack in her leash, letting her guess where I wanted her to go, enjoying her slow movement in front of me rather than directing her.

Her body was a work of art, MY work of art. She was MINE. She gave herself to me, gave her spirit to me to love and cherish, her body to me to protect and enjoy.

She liked to say that I owned her. Liked to hear me say that I did.

I watched her cross the thick, off-white carpet in a sinuous jaguar prowl, muscle moving under pale skin. Under thick pink scar tissue. Plump pussy lips were visible, pressed together at the apex of her thighs, just below the green gem set between her thick handprint-covered buttcheeks, covering her backdoor. Stocking sheathed legs lifted and slid, prompting my imagination to run to the sensual feeling of her locking me to her, pulling me close.

By the table, just before the short hallway where we were headed, I tightened up her leash, arresting See's movement. She looked back over her shoulder as I stepped closer. "We're not going to the door?" There was a note of dejection in her voice.

"We are. You're just going to do something for me first." A lift off the leash adjusted her posture to kneeling, and I moved to stand in front of her. I fumbled my belt unclasped with one hand, pushed my pants and boxers down to expose my half-chub. "Get me ready."

"Yes SIR." She beamed as she took my swelling member in her hands, pumped it slow and gentle before holding it aloft to lick the underside. I shivered as the tip of the blondes tongue traced sensitive skin before dancing and swirling electrically over and around the head. She mooned erotically, closing her eyes as she wrapped her lips around me, wet soft flesh sliding down my length. Her tongue snaked out to flick my scrotum as her lips pressed against my groin, and then the suction retreated up my length before sliding back down, faster, faster.

I was rock hard now, cockhead bumping the back of Sees throat and gagging her with every trip down my shaft. I added a slight tug on the leash to her downward motions and she rolled her beautiful green eyes up to mine and smiled happily despite her stretched open lips.

I let her continue a minute or two more, then pulled from her sucking mouth, my prick springing to point at the ceiling as it exited her lips. "You're so good at that."

"And I love doing it. You want me to keep going?" She batted her eyes at me, a playful, girly tone to her voice.

"I'd love you to keep going, but I believe I told you I was going to use a different hole after breakfast."

"Yes Professor." I'd given her back some slack on the leather leash, and now she lowered herself to all fours and started slowly crawling for the door again.

It was only a few feet away, and Sienna positioned herself in front of the wooden closet door, kneeling, her back to me, awaiting my orders or guidance. I pulled her to her feet with the leather, moved to stand behind her, my erection brushing her rounded buttcheeks. She twitched her rump against me as I to each of her wrists in turn and guided them to the snaphooks set in the nylon webbing secured to the door. She pulled futilely against her restraints, turned to give me a smirk over her shoulder, blew hair out of her eyes.

I kissed my way down her spine, buttocks, legs, as I pulled each ankle to the lower restraints, hooked them into place so that she stood spread-eagle against the door, then kissed my way back up to her shoulder blades. "You good?"

Sienna's restraints rattled quietly as she tested them. "I guess I have to be." Her words were resigned but her tone was mirthful. I stroked my hands down her flanks, feeling her smooth, warm skin, reaching around her belly and hips, sliding down to the apex of her thighs to part her lips, begin rubbing her clit. My wife groaned and began to slowly roll her hips, grinding her vulva against my hand, then arching back to rub her behind against my crotch.

"Should I take that plug out, See?" I whispered in her ear.

"If you're gonna replace it with something else."

I kicked off the pants and boxers I'd been wearing and slowly stripped off my dress shirt. Moving into the bedroom I retrieved the bottle of lubricant and coated my bobbing prick with the slick liquid, rubbing it in until my swollen member glistened. Moving to stand behind Sienna, I stroked the length of her spine, gently kissed them bit one shoulder. One hand slipped down the curve of her reddened bottom, and my fingers found the emerald-set flange, and I gently pulled and shifted it through her backdoor until it came free with a tiny pop. I knelt to place it on the floor, noticed a thin rivulet of lube and spunk leaking down her thigh from the slightly opened orifice.

Stepping up behind her and putting one hand on her hip, I fisted the iron bar of my erection and probed the swollen head between her cheeks and pressed to the slack divot of her anus. Against me, I could feel the blonde inhale, arching her bottom out like she was presenting herself to me for a spanking. Against the very tip of my cock, I could feel the orifice dilate slightly as she pushed back.

Gentle pressure and I popped through her sphincter, holding still for just a moment before sliding slowly forward through the slick portal, pushing through onto the fleshy depths beyond.

See groaned as I filled her. "So FUCKING full..."

Hips pressed to her buttocks, no longer needing to guide my rod into her, I reached up and gave her cheek a light, awkward slap. "Language, See. That's no way for a young lady to speak."

She shivered against me, whimpered as I flexed my prick, whimpered again as I reached down to stroke her bald slit. Up and down I slid my fingers against hot, parted lips. Then I leaned forward to nibble her earlobe, speak low and dark in her ear. "It might not be very proper and ladylike, schoolgirl, but you're gonna cum from me fucking your asshole. I'm gonna make you give your owner your orgasm that way, over and over again."

The blonde whined, and I felt an involuntary clench in the muscular ring encircling the base of my shaft. I pulled back until the head was being squeezed by her entrance, then slide home again. Deliberate. Purposeful. Showing my property how I enjoyed her body and what I was going to do.

A little faster, deeper but moving in shorter strokes, one arm reaching across her body to cup a firm, heavy breast, my other hand rubbing two fingers up and down over her clit. "Give me your first one, schoolgirl."

Her hips worked against me, grinding as I thrust deep, arching back as I pulled away. A few more strokes, a few more hard breaths from the restrained blonde, and Sienna shuddered against me, the tight canal fluttering contractions around my invading member, giving a quiet, plaintive cry as her legs shuddered and her arms pulled involuntarily at her bonds.

"Good girl, See. Good girl." My voice was gentle, comforting. "You did a good job for your professor."

"That's what I want, Sir," she said in a small voice in between heaved breaths. "However you want me to please you, I'm yours."

I relocated my hands to her hips and began longer thrusts, withdrawing halfway before straining deep into her bowels, groin pressed to her soft, round cheeks. Another cry as I changed up my rhythm. "I'm going to make you enjoy this schoolgirl," I growled. "Being used like this. Being fucked like this. I'm going to make you cum like a slut on my cock whether you want to or not." I reached up and gripped her hair, close to her scalp and pulled her head back. "Every single one of your holes is mine, to use whenever I want."

"Yes... Master." Sienna gasped the words.

Back and forth my dick sawed through her tight little sphincter, withdrawing almost completely, pushing forward through slick constriction, pulling back again. See's breath came in little grunts of my body against hers, gasps as I nearly exited her body. "Cum again for me, schoolgirl," I breathed in her ear. "Without me touching your cunt, just from being fucked. Give me another one."

My demand seemed to inspire her, and with the limited movement allowed her by the nylon straps pulling her spread eagle against the door, the lingerie-clad blonde humped back at me, doing her best to push her asshole onto her professors invading cock.

She shrieked and jerked, legs shivering as the climax pushed her to her tiptoes and I held her body in place as she flexed and relaxed. "That's my girl. That's my slutty schoolgirl. Think you can give me another one before I pump my cum up your ass?"

My lover heaved out hard breaths as she came down, snuggled her back and bottom against me. "I'll try...?"

This time I drove her to it, fingers again on her clit, another hand cupping her tit, pinching and rolling her nipple until it leaked and she whimpered and shook against me with a series of shrieks.

"Are you close?" She asked breathily. "I need you to cum, I don't know how much more I can take..."

"You'll take as much as I want you to." I relocated my hand from her breast to the outside of her right buttcheek, made her cry out as I delivered an open-hand slap to the already-reddened glute.

I was close. Between the oral attention before, the physical stimulation of her tight sphincter stroking up and down my shaft, and the mental high of sodomizing my bound wife, my finish line was in sight. But I wanted to keep going, to savor and enjoy this moment of sexual energy between the two of us.

I relocated my hand to her smooth, hairless snatch and very deliberately separated the slick, heated lips, exposing her swollen bud to my touch. Slow, light circles over her clit had her hips rolling, thrusting back at me, the blonde fucking her asshole on my cock as I stood still.

"Yes..." she growled quietly. "Yes. Just like that. Yes... yes... please, I wanna cum, please make me cum..."

A shriek tore out of her mouth, becoming a wail that I cut short by bringing the hand that wasn't masturbating her up to her neck to squeeze. Sienna jerked violently back at me, her whole body shaking, and I could feel her pulse throbbing hard through the arteries in her exposed throat.

I let her ride out her orgasm grinding against me, the circles I was massaging over her clit growing wide and slower and softer until I moved both hands to her hips, holding the sweating, shivering blonde still. "My turn, schoolgirl."

Slow, short pumps gave way to faster thrusts, withdrawing nearly completely from my wife's backside before impaling her completely, straining with nowhere to go against her pregnancy-padded rear, pulling away, pounding deep into her again, over and over, the blonde giving a little squeaked cry of pleasure or pain or sensation every time I bottomed out against her bottom.

I pushed forward, the sensation of climax lifting me to my toes, and I could feel the throbbing of my body squeezing and releasing from my own asshole to the hard clenches running the length of my cock. Sienna moaned, rolled her hips back against me as she felt my hot spunk spurting into her rectum, felt the aftershocks of my pleasure even after I was drained.

I held my sweating wife against me, feeling her come down from her exertions against my body, itself slowing down from the athletic fucking I'd given her. I kissed her slick shoulder. "I love you."

Sienna turned her head, nuzzling warm skin and glossy hair against my face. "I love you too."

I sighed. "Squeeze for me."

I withdrew my softening member from between her cheeks, and I could tell from the way her body tensed up that she was clenching shut in my absence. I bent and retrieved the plug and lube, slathered the metal, and then pressed the rounded point of the bulb to her rosebud. "Let it back in, young lady."

Her body relaxed, and the buttplug slipped easily in, her asshole pulling it in to clench around the stem. I took a moment to admire the green gem set between her cheeks, then reached up to unlock her wrists, knelt and gave one cheek a kiss and a gentle squeeze before unlocking her ankles.

I rose and turned. "Shower?"

"Yeah..." Sienas voice was low and sultry, and her eyes flashed when she flicked them from my face down to my groin. "But first I have to do something naughty. You can punish me for it if you want."

The lingerie-clad blonde lowered herself to her knees before me, gathering her hair up and holding it behind her head with one hand. The motion had the effect of arching her full, heavy, supported-but-uncovered tits out, a fact that I greatly appreciated. Her hand rested warm on my asscheek. "Not a single drop of you goes to waste." She contemplated my hanging penis for a moment, glistening with lube and smeared with white remnants of my cum, then arched her neck and slurped it into her mouth, pushing her face against my groin before sucking me on her way back to the tip. Again she forced my member to the back of her throat, suckled her way off it. She gasped when she pulled away, pumping me slowly and looking up at me with an innocence that was incongruous with the lewd act she was performing. She mouthed and nursed at the head a moment before holding me aloft and licking my full length. "Does it turn you on Professor, to know that your student, your sub... your wife... is so devoted to your pleasure that she WANTS to suck your cock, moments after you finished cumming in her asshole?"

I groaned and rolled my neck, driven crazy by the sensation of her tongue on my super sensitive flesh. "I don't think I could help BUT be turned on." I was getting hard again, and off Sienna wanted to suck me off right here, I'd let her, but it'd probably take an hour.

She forced my engorging length to the back of her throat again, strained on it until she gagged, pulled almost all the way off, repeated the motion, a few more times. Another gasp as she broke contact and she pumped me very deliberately before rising. "Thank you sir."

Our shower was warm but not hot, chaste but sensual, both of us enjoying the sensation of the others naked body but not escalating that enjoyment beyond mere touch into sexual action. We washed each other, smirking and laughing at the sensation of rough washcloth against sensitive skin, the brush of a hand over some part sensitive or ticklish or private.

And finally, See collapsed against the slick tile wall as I crowded her up against it, and I kissed her unhurriedly, taking my time to slowly feast on her lips and tongue and neck and revel in the sensation of her soft, feminine body against mine, its opposite. She moaned into my kiss, and her sounds of passion were sweet and musical to me.

I pulled away before either of us passed out from lack of air. "I love you, wife."

"I love you, husband."

I thought about fucking her again right here, hitching her leg up over my hip to shove my hard length through her parted lips, or reaching down to hook two fingers into her sheath curling and pumping them until I saw her body quake and tremble with erotic exertion, or turning her around and bracing her against the wall, sliding my aching erection deep into her slippery, plug-tightened cunt and beginning the ancient primal motion of rutting in my woman.

Instead I just kissed her again.

Sienna and I dried off together, and I helped her clean the bathroom of her toiletries and cosmetics and clothing before exiting into the bedroom. She lounged naked on the bed, texting Jessie about our sexual adventures while I packed up the restraints and toys still remaining from the previous night. She gave me a pouty face as I dressed, then heaved herself off the bed. "I guess that means I have to get dressed too?"

"Probably a good idea."

She dressed slowly while I ogled, er, watched. Nashville was warm again today, and she dressed in hiking shoes and a long skirt, long sleeved t-shirt, and hooded sweatshirt. I looked her very hungrily up and down before rising and walking over to her. "You look gorgeous."

"I don't look anything like gorgeous."

I kissed her, and unlike the shower, this one was ravenous. I held her in place with a hand on her as and another hooking the back of her head, and she mewled quietly at the force of my lips against hers, the invasion of tongue into her mouth. Her body ground slow and sensual against mine, the full heavy swells of her breasts, the soft curve of her belly, her groin arching against the bulge in my jeans.

When I pulled away, she gasped. "Fuck...."

"What?"

"I really want you to finish what you just started."

"So do I. We've got time."

She kissed me again, and this time she was the aggressor, pulling my body against hers with one hand, another sliding down into my boxers to grip my hardening length, tugging it urgently, whimpering into my mouth as I returned the violence of her kiss.

I fisted her hair in my hand, arching her neck while planting a series of kisses on her taut skin. "I seem to recall, darling, you have a fantasy of wearing that sundress we both like so much, bending over my desk, and getting railed while Jessie watches. That's how you want me to fuck you when we try to get you pregnant next year?"

"Oh shit yeah..."

I growled my lust at her. "Let's practice."

I turned her around none too gently to face the mahogany dresser. I tugged the hem of her hoodie up over her head and she giggled as she shrugged out of it, gasped as I pushed the long t-shirt and the industrial strength sports bra beneath it up over her hefty, heaving tits. A hand on her bare back bent her forward, chest to the wood, and I pulled the fabric of her loose skirt up to her waist, tucked it into the waistband to expose her gray-cotton-clad rump. Panties got pushed to the floor, revealing her emerald-adorned bottom, and there was a moment of hurried movement as I pushed my offending clothing to the floor, took my erection in hand and probed between her slick folds to angle in.

We both sighed as I filled her completely. She was wet with excitement from our exertions this morning, and there was probably remnants of the creampie from the previous night lubing my passage into her heated vaginal depths, and I slid in smoothly, reveling in the feeling of her snug sheath stretching to accommodate me. I withdrew slowly, enjoyed the plunge back in, began moving with an unhurried pace.

Sienna moaned luxuriously as I gripped the back of her neck with one hand, held her body in place with my other on her hip while I plundered her from behind. She turned her head, blew a strand of hair out of her eyes while rolling her bottom at me. "Play with yourself," I ordered.

Her eyes went wide. "Play with myself?"

"No need to play innocent with me schoolgirl. Make yourself cum while I'm fucking you."

"I don't need any help, youre gonna oh FUCK that feels good!" She turned her head, arching back against me and gripping the top of the dresser, reached down with her other hand. I could feel movement by my balls as they swung against her swollen lips. I could feel her fingers moving against herself, slower and then faster, and I picked up the pace of my thrusting until she shrieked long and loud and her slippery walls clenched around me, even tighter because of the plug filling her back passage.

It felt like I was railing her for an exquisite eternity. Soft, slick flesh yielding to my sensitive member, quivering around me as little orgasms took her. The satisfying press of her round, spanked-pink ass pressing against my groin. The undulations in her back as she ground back against me. The smell of her sweat and skin and shampoo. The sounds of our voices, grunts and whimpers and groans of sensation and satisfaction.

I couldn't tell how much time had passed, and didn't care the feeling of being so intimately close to Sienna was one I never wanted to end.

"I love the way you use me, Gary."

"And I LOVE using you." My voice was hoarse with exertion, and I swallowed, locked my lips. I leaned over her the blondes back and growled in her ear. "Keep playing with your cunt, See."

"Yes, professor," she squeaked. Her fingers kept buzzing her clit, and I relocated my hand from her neck to her chest, palming her heavy tit and lightly pinching the nipple between my fingers.

Another moan and her hips rolled with a seemingly involuntary twitch, wetness fluttering tight around me in shivered contractions.

"Fuck, you feel good, See." I whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to pump you full of my cum."

"Uhhhhhhhhh...." Her round, soft bottom twitched against me again and I straightened, gripped both her hips and began hammering away, feeling the boiling in my balls growing towards completion.

"I can't wait to walk around Nashville with you, feel your cum leaking out of me." Her voice was thin and breathy, and she locked up and screamed again when I tweaked her right nipple and slammed deep, strained against her ass. I pulled back, pounded deep into her again, and again, and again, I was almost there... fast short movements without hardly any withdrawal tipped me over the edge and I pulled myself even tighter against Sienna turning her head and fitfully claiming her mouth with mine as I felt the contractions gripping and releasing me, my hot, creamy spunk spurting against her cervix with every pulse of sensation through my body.

I groaned. She whimpered. I held my woman to me, both of us sweating against each other, sharing body heat and breath and almost painfully intense need for each other.

I pulled from her slowly, a wet slurp as I disconnected from our joining, and Sienna giggled as I wiped a bead of cum off on her labia. I'd nutted so deep inside her that not even a drop had started to drip out yet. I bent to pull the blonde's panties up her legs, and adjusted her skirt into a state of modesty.

She turned as she heard my belt jingle as I started to draw my pants up, and waggled a finger playfully in my face. Gathering her fucked-wild hair behind her head with a fist, she sank to her knees before me, opened her mouth, and sucked me in. Three bobs of her head all the way to my base, and her tongue slithered liquidly against me on the way up, cleaning every trace of my semen and her feminine wetness from my skin. She pulled off and swallowed, looked up at me adoringly and sighed contentedly. "I told you before. Every drop goes in me."

Then she let me get dressed.

We took a few minutes to arrange our bags, then another few minutes to put the hotel room back to its original state, check for electronics and cords, adjust table and pillows from where we'd fucked all over the living room the previous night. And then I headed down to the lobby for a cat, returned to load up our bags.

We stood at the door together looking around the gorgeous hotel room, remembering the previous nights, and Sienna slipped her hand in mine, squeezed it. When I pulled her into a C hug, I saw liquid at the corners of her eyes. "You ok."

She laughed and wiped the small tears away. "Yeah. I just... I never thought I'd have a good Valentine's Day. Never thought I'd have one with you. Thank you."

I kissed her forehead, tilted her head back to plant a soft, tender kiss on her lips. "I'm glad we finally had a Valentine's Day together. Thank you for being my Valentine."

My corny words made her giggle cutely, and we stepped into the cool hall and shut the door on Valentine's Day behind us.

Nashville was even warmer than expected, and I could close my eyes, feel the sun in my face, and imagine it was later in spring than February when we stood outside some shop or attraction, or at an intersection. We moved hand in hand through the crowds to bookstores and music stores and two museums. Sienna picked up a classic Cash shirt for Jessie, and on impulse another one for McKenna. I bought a bunch of old country records to play at home.

Home... Working was probably buried under seven feet of snow right now, and here it was in the fifties.

We ate at the healthiest looking downtown bar we could find, and video called Jessie to say hi to her and the kids. My phone dinged during the exchange, and I vowed to look at the email later.

Jessie was having fun with the children and wanted to hear all about the fun we'd had "later that night." I suspected she'd get wound up during the retelling and the three of us would end up intertwined in the sheets.

Jane kept trying to give Nancy her dart gun despite Jessie's protestations that the child's hands were simply too small for it. Jane didn't care.

We hung up and Sienna looked over at me with a look of contentment on her face.

"What?"

"I've never been so happy."

Happiness was not to last.

I checked my email in the car, and my world came crashing down around me, the bad news delivered via a boringly worded memo from my corporate headquarters. Sienna saw me freeze in place in the drivers seat, sensed the tension seize my body.

"What happened?"

I blinked a few times, took a few breaths, tried to pull myself out of the tunnel that I could suddenly hear around me. See put her hand on my leg. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head, tried to kick-start my brain by rattling it. "My, uh, my bank got sold."

She narrowed her eyes. "What does that mean for you?"

I mentally sifted through the protocols for such an event. "Coordinating with the purchasing bank to get everything transferred over, and then I'm probably out of a job."

"Why would you be out of a job, you're the manager?"

"Cuz mine is literally the only bank in the county. Nearest branch of the other one is, like, Afton."

"Don't that mean they'll want to keep yours open? You don't close the only access people have to your business."

"Yeah, I hope it works out like that." I looked at my shaking hand, willed it still, and started the vehicle, eased out into traffic.

Sienna was silent a while. "And even if they do close, people are still going to need financial help in Black River. Or you can work for Jessie's or McKennas companies. I'm sure they'd hire you. Fuck, start your own bank!"

I glanced over at her and chuckled. "Yeah, I'll just do that. The bank of Gary, one branch at the ass-end of nowhere Wyoming." I paused. "Sorry to snap at you. I'm, uh, I'm a little rattled right now."

Her hand on my leg squeezed gently. "I know. It's ok."

We were thirty minutes out of Nashville, cruising along a country road and I growled "Dammit!" and pulled the car over to the side of the highway. No one else around to think I was in distress. I pulled out my phone, called Jessie, and put it on Speaker. I could inside her in the hotel room hearing it ring while playing with Jane or Nancy.

She picked up on the third ring. "Hey Gary, what's up?"

"How are you doing?"

"Playing with the kids. Jane trying to teach Nancy her numbers, and refuses to accept she's a little young for that."

Beside me, Sienna giggled. "Hey Jess."

"Hey See." The brightness in Jessie's voice made my heart swell with happiness. "What are you guys doing?"

"Stopped by the side of the road on our way back. Needed to call you," I told her.

Her voice instantly grew serious. "What's wrong?"

"Got an email a little bit ago, my branch of the bank was sold, company is leaving Wyoming."

"So are you out of a job?"

"Nearest branch of the new owner is in Afton. I can see them keeping us open just to have some place local... I can also see them shutting us down because we're small and remote."

"You ok? What can I do?"

"I'm just..." I swallowed, blinked a few times at the world outside the windshield. Sienna squeezed my leg again. "I'm shocked. I'm worried for my staff. I'm worried about Lardenois having to drive an hour and a half to talk to someone about his loans that's never met him and doesn't care., you know that guy can be a grouch. I'm worried about how the Gowanskis are going to keep farming, keep their store open."

"Yeah." She didn't have anything else to say.

"Yeah." If See would say it and Jane would say it, we'd almost have enough for a tenth of one Nirvana chorus.

"I was gonna call you," Jessie said finally.

Adrenaline jolted me and I straightened. "What's up? You guys ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, nothing's happened here. I just heard from McKenna last night about her project, she'd like our help with something."

I snorted. "The project where she drives around and dynamites all the stairs in old deserted houses?"

Jessie smirked at me through my phone screen. "One of the other ones. Specifically the one bringing... useful... people and industry to Black River. Like she did with that hotel. And the dentist. And that metal-working place."

"Ok..."

"You ever hear of a guy named Charles Jordan?"

I thought for a while. The name seemed familiar. Eventually Sienna said "Isn't he the football player?"

I turned and high-fived her. "Yeah. Was a quarterback for a team in New York or Pennsylvania or something. Somewhere out east. Big Asian guy. Left the league after some scandal in the early twenties. I remember him getting arrested, his face was all over the papers. I think he's like, really reclusive now. Thought he moved back to China."

Jessie nodded. Grinned. "McKenna says the two of you could likely be best friends. She wants us all to meet him sometime, him and his girlfriend, who's apparently some kind of inventor? I don't know, the hotel they were staying at had bad WiFi and she only stays on a call for like ninety seconds at a time."

I shook my head and and chuckled. "Sounds like McKenna." I held Jessie's gaze for a minute, staring at the beautiful woman who was such a foundational part of my life. I reached down and covered the hand of the other part of that foundation with my hand, squeezed. "See and I will be back soon, then we'll talk about it. Early to bed tonight, we've got a long drive ahead of us tomorrow."

"Sounds good. Love you guys."

Sienna and I both said "Love you" and I disconnected.

"Feel better?" The blonde asked.

"Nah. I just needed to tell her too. Didn't want to blindside her with that coming through the door."

"It's gonna be ok."

I turned and cupped her cheek in my hand, gazed into those beautiful green eyes. My former student, now my partner in this great, messy business called life. "I don't know why you have the faith in me that you do, but I really appreciate it. We've really seen some shit over the years."

"It's cuz I love you. This world," she gestured out the windshield, "isn't getting any better. But I'd rather be by your side than anyone else's, for all of it."

I stretched my seatbelt to lean over and kiss her. "I love you, See."

Sienna smiled happily and nuzzled her cheek into my palm. "I love you too, Gary."

I started the jeep, checked my rearview mirror, and eased back onto the deserted country road.

Time to go home.