[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, public exhibition, spanking, whipping, cropping, sex toys, HEA]
When Conor Hart comes home after another eighteen-hour day to find his clothes strewn all over the front porch, he knows there’s trouble in paradise. His usually sweet wife, Lisa, has had it with his selfish, workaholic ways. She hands him a suitcase and kicks him to the curb.
Lisa’s tired of being taken for granted. Conor doesn’t seem to have the time or energy to be her hard-ass Master anymore. She’s broken every rule he’s made, but he can’t even be bothered to spank her. She’s heartbroken at what her marriage has become, but they need to completely renegotiate their relationship if they’re going to be able to make it work.
Conor loves his wife deeply. He didn’t realize he was being a gigantic jerk. Telling her he’s changed won’t be enough, he has to show her. But first, he’s going to remind her of all the reasons they fell in love in the first place.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lara Valentine is a Siren-exclusive author.
Conor Hart, Esquire, was fucking exhausted when he finally pulled into his driveway. He’d been at work before seven and hadn’t made it home before dark every day this week. It felt like he’d been working these ungodly hours forever. The economy had taken its toll, and his law practice was no exception. It was harder for clients to pay their bills in full, and so many had to make payments. That meant he had to work more to have the same income. It was a crazy hamster wheel he’d jumped on, and he couldn’t seem to find a moment to hop off and catch his breath.
He grabbed his briefcase and pushed open the car door, his stomach growling in protest. The last thing he’d eaten was a half a turkey sandwich at eleven thirty, in between client meetings. It was now almost eleven in the evening. He hoped Lisa had saved him some leftovers from dinner.
He levered out of the car and headed for the front door, noticing that most of the houses in the neighborhood were dark. He yawned and stretched his shoulders. Even Lisa wasn’t bothering to wait up for him very often anymore. He missed coming home to her beautiful smiling face and warm, welcoming body. If he was honest, he just missed Lisa.
This time, lights were on inside the house, and he smiled in anticipation of seeing his family. The kids would already be in bed, but perhaps he and Lisa could spend some time together before he fell into bed to sleep like the dead. It was dark with very little moon, and he tripped over something on the porch step. He reached down and lifted it out of his way, frowning when he realized it was his favorite T-shirt from his college days. Another step and he was landing on something else, a pair of his khaki shorts.
He shook the exhaustion off and took a good look around, amazement warring with disbelief. The front patio of the house was littered with clothes. His clothes. They were everywhere, draped from the chairs, the steps, the railings, and in neat, small mountains against the house.
He tossed the T-shirt on a chair and pushed his key into the door, determined to find out what hormonal cocktail had made Lisa throw his clothes out on the lawn. Perhaps the kids had done it without her knowledge, but it was unlikely as Lisa was a fantastic mother and they didn’t have a hellion in the bunch. He twisted the key but the door wouldn’t open.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was tired, hungry, and pissed as hell. He just wanted a hot meal and bed, for fuck’s sake.
The door opened and light spilled onto the porch, blinding him for a second. Lisa was standing there, her chin jutted out as if ready for battle. The rest of her looked less threatening in pajama pants and a tank top, her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her pretty blue eyes sparkling with defiance. He’d seen that emotion in her more than once in their years together. Usually she displayed it when she was looking to be punished.
In the mood he was in, she’d get the spanking she was seeking. Just as soon as he got a decent night’s sleep.
“There’s something wrong with the fucking door. I couldn’t get it to unlock. You need to call the locksmith. And what the fuck are all my clothes doing on the front lawn? Have you lost your mind, slave?” He kept his voice down as to not wake the kids, but he put force into the words so she would know her Master was very displeased.
He started to enter the house, but she put her hand on his chest and pressed him back. He was so surprised and tired, he let her.
“I already called the locksmith, Conor. He’s the one who changed the locks. All of them, including the code for the garage. I’m kicking you out.”
He sighed. He wasn’t in the mood for this shit. She’d used his name instead of his title deliberately to make a point. “I’m tired, hungry, and pissed off, slave. This isn’t funny. You’re going to be punished severely for this.”
She quirked her eyebrow. “Really? Are you sure? Because I’ve been breaking rules right and left around here with no consequences whatsoever. It seems you’ve been too busy or lazy to punish me. Or pay attention to me. Or fuck me. So I think I’ll get away with this pretty easily. I’ve decided I’m not your slave anymore. I’m not even sure I’m your wife. You barely acknowledge my existence or the existence of your children.”
She reached behind her and handed him a small overnight case. “Here’s your toothbrush and a few things you’ll need. I’m serious.”
Conor took a few deep breaths to control his anger. He’d been working terrible hours, but it wasn’t that bad. His conscience stung at the unwarranted criticism. He was working to take care of his apparently ungrateful family. He sure as hell hadn’t been doing it for himself.
Never punish a slave while you’re angry.
“You couldn’t just bring this up to me? Instead you have to make a spectacle of us to the entire neighborhood?”
She leaned against the doorway, the cool breeze peaking her nipples. Conor couldn’t stop his body from stirring. Even after all these years, his wife was a knockout. The anger he was feeling right now only fed his libido. They both loved it hard and rough.
“I didn’t throw your clothes out in the daytime, and I kept them on the porch. I could have strewn them all over the lawn and the mailbox, but I have to live in this neighborhood.”
Conor started to brush past her, but she once again pressed him back. It wasn’t in his nature to push his petite wife aside, no matter how pissed off he was. He stared at her, slack jawed with amazement. She really wasn’t going to let him in the house.
She ran her hands up his chest. His scent fresh from the shower always made her want him. She pulled his tie so they were nose to nose. “How awesome? Awesome enough to be late for work?”
He grinned and started pulling off his tie. “I don’t have any early meetings, pet. On your knees.”
She quivered at his commanding tone and fell to her knees, her pussy already starting to get wet.
He held out a hand, his fingers wriggling. “Hand me your clothes. Subs are to be naked when serving.”
She couldn’t get out of her clothes fast enough. She cursed as the damp crotch of her panties got tangled up around her ankles. She finally tugged them off and handed them to Conor, who was clearly trying not to laugh. He tossed them in the hamper.
“See? I can clean up after myself.”
This probably wasn’t the best time to tell him she’d just put those clothes on less than an hour ago. His put his hand on top of her head.
“Do you wish to serve me, pet?”
“Yes, Master. Please.”
They’d talked the morning after the play party at The Estate, and he’d promised more domination and bondage. She was already excited at the prospect, her body tightening in anticipation.
He pulled his tie from his collar and tied her hands behind her back. “No touching your Master this morning. You’ve been a naughty girl. I heard you use bad language when you were undressing.”
She dropped her eyes, desperately hoping for a spanking. Preferably, over his knee. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“You need to be punished. I know just what you need.” He turned and dug through the nightstand, pulling out the medium-size ball gag. Her pussy clenched and her nipples hardened painfully as he eased the gag into her open mouth, buckling it behind her head. He stroked her face softly.
“So lovely. I wish you could see yourself right now.” Then he laughed. “Of course you can. Stand up and look at yourself in the mirror.”
He helped her stand and turned her to face the mirror over the dresser. One look at her wanton appearance, her naked body and the ball gag making her drool, and her body went flush. It was hard to see herself submit even after all these years. She tried to look down at the floor, drawing a chuckle from him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, blondie, with your hands bound and your mouth gagged. Thank God you and I have the same kinks.”
That was a good thing. She remembered dating a handsome guy right before Conor. He’d been nice, but he wasn’t the dominant type. She would have ended up topping him she was sure.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap, rubbing her ass cheeks.
“We need to start having morning spankings again. Nothing starts the day like warming up a beautiful ass.”
Lisa remembered those days well. When they were first married, Conor had insisted on giving her a spanking each and every morning. Some mornings they’d been brief and utilitarian, other mornings long and leisurely. They’d all ended the same way. Hot, monkey sex like only newlyweds could do it. Just the memory was making her horny. She’d been one well spanked and fucked woman.
“I see you remember what I was talking about. Nothing like young love is there, pet? I’m not too old to beat on your ass every day before work.”
His hand came down on her bottom cheek hard, making her moan behind her gag. Each subsequent smack raised the heat on her bottom until she was panting and begging for his cock. His fingers strayed into her drenched slit, playing with her swollen clit.
“Do you want my cock, pet?”
She nodded, needing to be fucked in any way he chose.
“You need to beg me for it.”
His hold had loosened, and she slid to the floor onto her knees. She immediately went into her pose, her knees spread wide and her forehead to his shoe. She heard him undo his belt and lower his zipper. He lifted her head so she was inches from his hard and ready cock. It bobbed in front of her, its reddish-purple mushroom head glistening with drops of his pre-cum.
“Do you want to suck and lick it, pet?”
She nodded up and down vigorously and made a whimpering noise.
“Poor little pet. I haven’t been giving you enough time on your knees, have I?”
He unbuckled the gag and replaced the ball with his cock, tangling his fingers into her hair and holding her in place. She licked up and down before sucking on the head, his taste dancing on her tongue.
“Fuck, pet. Don’t tease me.” His voice was hoarse and tortured.
Lisa tightened her lips and moved them up and down his thick shaft, loving the way he filled her mouth and bumped the back of her throat. She didn’t want to stop, but he tugged at her hair until she came off him with a pop. His expression was stamped with desire, his eyes dark with passion.
“Get on the bed, on your knees. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
She scrambled up on the bed, her hands still bound behind her back. He pressed her torso down onto the mattress and spread her thighs wide. He spanked her bottom, making her moan.
“You’re to take what I give you, pet. You have nothing to do but accept my cock. Understand?”
She nodded, rubbing her face on the sheets. He patted her ass cheek where he spanked her. “Good girl. That’s my good pet.”
His hands held her hips firmly. She was almost shaking she needed him so badly. He entered her in one hard thrust, and she screamed with the delicious feeling of being packed full of his big cock. She fought her instincts to push back against him, wriggle, or in any way try and take control. He’d given his command, and it was her responsibility to follow it.
He pulled out and thrust back in, and she felt every vein and groove on his dick. He shifted his body for the next stroke, and she groaned as his cock ran over her sweet spot.
“There it is. Right there, blondie.”