// not gone, just working late this weekend. LOVE FOR EVERYONE
“Now, while the wolf was away and the mousie played, the wolf was surprisingly a very good boy and didn’t fuck anythin’.” Not out of lack of opportunities, but lack of interest. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. “So it’s been awhile since I had my dick in somethin’ tight n’ wet.” He stripped her bottoms off her hips and tossed garments aside until she was utterly and deliciously naked. He forced her to her hands and knees, a hand in her hair keeping her flush to his denim clad leg. “Do you want to show me how much you missed me?” he whispered over the hiss of the shower.
She nodded, nuzzling him again, just happy to have him home. She frowned, trying to get a better look at his injuries. She was about to ask if he wanted her to take care of them, but he seemed to roll them off as a no big deal and not seeming in the mood to talk about it, so she didn’t press things further. “I’m glad it’s handled.” She tried to offer a smile, but seeing him like this made her stomach drop as he seemed exhausted and it pained her thinking about what he’d been going through. It made her seem selfish for being upset about his absence. She was lifted into his arms and brought to the bathroom and to the shower rather than to a bath. It didn’t matter where she went, as long he wasn’t going anywhere. She stood near the shower as steam began filling the room, her body pressed against her masters as he began stripping her, his mouth latching to her skin to kiss along and explore her body. She sighed, moving closer to him, tilting her head to give him more access. “I missed you..”
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
“I know I wasn’t around,” he replied patiently. “But this is just a reminder.” Carefully, he sat up, rollingthe question about his hand off. “Not a big deal. Just trouble. Handled it.” Without his usual machismo and burnt nicotine, Jackson seemed quite mousy. He was leaner since he’d been gone, his face a bit more hollow. He lifted her and carried her into the bathroom. He went to the shower instead of the bath and turned the taps. He had just finished showering but a chance to have her naked, slippery body against his was not one he could pass up. He set her down and began to undress her, kissing across her clavicle, lingering at junction of neck and shoulder.
She kept her gaze averted, sensing his upset about this. She nodded. “I would have…but you weren’t here. And I just…nevermind.” She chewed on her lower lip, looking back at him. Her hand took his bruised on in hers, fingers grazing the wounds on his skin. Her voice was a low whisper. “What happened?” Her face paled as she realized how disgusted by her he must be. At his command, she just nodded. “Okay.”
Jackson admittedly stiffened when she said she had sex with other Masters and Mistresses. “I won’t ask you who, but the next time, you are required to come to me directly and ask permission. If you do not there will be a punishment this time.” He wrinkled his nose, brushing a bruised hand through her hair. He was much worse off this time he came back than he had been the first time. Weakened by silver, cut with wolfsbane tipped knives, he was aching and burning. “You smell like my liquor cabinet. Let’s give you a bath.”
She sighed, resting her cheek against his. She wasn’t afraid of punishment, but afraid of disappointing her master and being sent back. She took a deep breath, hesitating. “I….broke your rule on having sex with masters and mistresses….badly.” She shut her eyes, “And threw my sobriety out the window these last couple days..”