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Another typical night in the Osbourne house.

They’d returned to a house devoid of any signs of the sexual
fantasy romp that had occurred hours before. Their toys were tucked away in a
box on the top shelf of their closet. The dinner Royce had planned for their
Arabian fantasy waited in the refrigerator to be nuked. The kids loved the
finger food—chicken and vegetable kabobs, couscous balls, dates for dessert. It
made a fun end to what had been very tense hours.

With David and Penny tucked away and sound asleep in their
beds, Jill searched for some way to wipe that morose look off Royce’s face.
He’d put on a good front for the kids, but Jill could still see it lurking
under the façade. Hell, she could feel it. She didn’t have to see it.

Royce was kicked back in his recliner, remote clutched in
one hand while he stared at the blank TV. It was time to put a smile back on
his face.

“Hey.”

He looked up when she nudged his foot.

“The night can still end on a high note.” She crawled
astride his lap until her crotch was over his. “Granted, I’m not as inventive
as you, but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Royce set the remote on the end table and placed his hands
on her hips. So far there was no interest below. Granted, they’d had a lot of
sex earlier.

Jill brushed the backs of her fingers over his cheek. “I’m
sorry our night didn’t turn out the way you’d planned. I know how
disappointed—”

“No, honey.” He pressed her hand against his cheek, then
kissed her palm. “It’s not that.” He sighed, closed his eyes while he shook his
head, then opened them once more. They glistened with unshed tears. Jill knew
what he was feeling before he said the words.

“What kind of parent am I?” He squeezed her hand. “To unplug
the phones just so I could fuck my wife? What if something really bad had
happened? All I can think about is—”

“Shh.” Jill butted her forehead to his. “You’re a great dad,
a superb husband. I’m the luckiest woman in the world. All you did today—”

“Could have been a tragic mistake.”

She understood his point, but… “It wasn’t. By some instinct,
you left one phone plugged in and you didn’t waste any time answering it.” Jill
laid her head on his shoulder, watching Royce process this information.

“The kids are getting older,” she said. “We’ll have more
time to play the way we did before they came along. I’ve been thinking along
those lines myself. Between the two of us, I’m sure we can be inventive. I’d
bet our partners in lust could be convinced to stop by for a late-night visit.
Think of all the quiet foreplay we can have during the day, knowing what the
night will bring.” A look, a touch, a secret smile could all say
I’m going
to fuck you tonight
.

Her words seemed to pierce through Royce’s despair. He
wrapped his arms around her, holding her as if he were afraid to let go. Time
for the
coup de grace
.

“I’ve even done a little research on how to deliver and
receive a soundless spanking.”

That roused his penis. Jill smiled. “And I found the perfect
tool.”

And he was fully erect.

“I see I now have your full attention.” She pushed upright.
“I might even let you practice a little later. First, it’s time you opened the
present I bought you. Care to call it a night?” She swirled her fingers down
his chest, his hard cock, his thighs until she stood before him, hand extended.
“Coming?”

“Not yet.” He pushed the footrest down and grasped her hand
as he stood. “But it sounds like I might be soon.”

“Not too soon, I hope.” Jill molded herself against him and
flashed her tongue over the point of his chin. “Turn out the lights. I’ll be
waiting.”

She pulled her sultriest walk from her secret bag of tricks,
feeling Royce’s gaze burning her ass. Clicks extinguished the lights in the
rooms behind her one by one. Royce wedged against her before Jill reached the
bedroom door. She placed her arms over the ones around her and rubbed against
him. Slowly she lifted her gaze to his, then parted her lips for a kiss she had
no problem taking for herself. After all these years, all the many times they’d
kissed, the touch of his tongue to hers still made her stomach all fluttery.

Royce maneuvered her into the room, shutting the door behind
them. Quick fingers unbuttoned her blouse, seeking out the treasure within. He
broke the kiss on a deep-throated chuckle, eyeing the box on the bed while he
thumbed her nipples through the lace.

“I’m guessing these aren’t the presents you were referring
to.” He cupped her breasts together then bent his head toward her cleavage.

“Those are for later.” She grabbed his hands and tugged him
toward the bed. “Come, open the box.”

He pushed his shoes off as they went. She dropped her blouse
on the floor. Her jeans followed. The signal was pretty clear and he had no
trouble deciphering it. By the time they reached the bed, they were down to
underwear. She crawled to the middle of their big bed and pushed the present
his way.

“It’s not as extravagant as the present you gave me,” she
said, “but you’ll find you aren’t the only one who researched the appropriate
gift to give for a ninth anniversary.”

Royce took his time opening the box. She knew it was to
string out the moment, let the tension mount. If she were honest, Jill spent
more time watching his erection than his efforts to unwrap the package. When he
finally pulled the lid off, she tried not to laugh when his erection wilted a
little. Clearly the briefcase wasn’t what he’d been expecting.

“It’s beautiful, honey.” He brushed his fingers over the
hand-tooled Italian black leather. “I needed a new one.”

“I know.” She scooted beside him until her breast brushed
his upper arm. “You can fit a lot of stuff in there. Open it and see.”

Jill watched his face as he did so. His smile was instant. A
hearty laugh followed.

“You bought me satin and silk underwear.”

“In all your favorite colors and then some. I told you a lot
of stuff would fit in there.” She licked the side of his neck, then flicked her
tongue over his earlobe. “Put a pair on, handsome. I’m about to have my way
with you.”

Royce grabbed the black satin. No surprise there—the man had
a thing for satin. Sometimes the mere mention was enough to give him a hard-on.

Jill closed the briefcase and set it on the floor while
Royce stripped to put on the boxers. Not once did she take her gaze from him.
The man only got better with age. His heavy erection saluted her. It was a
shame to tuck it away in the boxers.

Boy, do I have plans for you.

Her skin tingled as the black satin slid over his legs.
Nipples and clit grew hard at the sight of Royce’s hand on his cock as he
carefully tucked it into place. It tented the satin, dampening it with pre-cum.

Jill brushed her hand over the bed. “Lie down and be quick
about it.”

Royce’s brow lifted slightly, but he did as she ordered.
Stretched out, cock bulging, arms over his head—there’d never been a finer
sacrificial offering in the world. He was hers to take. Her prize to do with
whatever she wanted. A god-man at her command.

Jill slithered up his body, licking his thighs as she went,
then raking her hard nipples through the dark hair. The flimsy bra gave her
little protection from the feeling. She’d had this fantasy since she bought the
present. His gift to her—the lacy bra and panties—made it complete.

Royce parted his thighs when she neared his genitals. He
dropped his hand to his balls, fondling them through the satin, offering them
to her. Jill nuzzled her face against them. Heat, his musk, and his muffled
groan flooded her senses.

She lifted her head. “Quiet.” The words weren’t any more
than a hiss. “If my father hears, he will have us both whipped, then he’ll put
us in stocks for the entire village to have their way with us.”

A shiver wiggled down Royce’s body. “I cannot believe a king
would do such a thing to his daughter.”

Jill hid her grin in his crotch. She loved how he picked up
the fantasy without question or pause. “Only a daughter, not his heir. I’m his
to barter for whatever he can gain, nothing more. I deserve a bit of pleasure
before having to wed that odious leech Tremayne.”

Royce cupped her head, pulling her toward his cock. “You’ll
run away with me tonight. I’ll give you pleasure you could never dream of.”

“You aren’t the first captive who’s promised me that. They
all failed to deliver.” She kneaded her lips up his cock. “All lacked the
stamina I require.” She cradled his erection between her breasts before she
continued her crawl up his body. “They did not possess the skills my body
demands.”

“I shudder to think what happened to all those many men.” He
molded his fingers over her shoulders, caressing while he pulled her to him.

“As well you should. They provide middling service as
eunuchs in my father’s harem.” Jill righted herself and swung astride his hips.
This time it was her pussy that captured his cock. She wiggled until her labia
swallowed the lacy crotch and rested neatly over his penis.

Royce groaned.

“Silence,” she whispered harshly, pinching his nipples.

He bucked into her, thrusting his erection over her clit.

“Goodness,” she pinched once more, “you are a wild one.”

Royce grabbed her hips. “Damn it, wench, you want a ride?
I’ll give you one.”

Jill blessed the material between them, raking over her clit
while Royce thrust madly beneath her. She rode him too, refusing to relinquish
too much control to him. Unleashed, Royce would have her on her back, panties
ripped away, and his dick buried inside. All very fine, but not right now.

Hands braced on his stomach, she stroked herself over him,
grinding into the hard length, rasping over the head, soaking in the heat. God,
she was close to coming. That too would wait. This was for him.

Fingers dug into her hips. His jaw was clenched, eyes shut,
groans rumbled from his chest. Jill flicked her fingers over his hard nipples.
His body locked beneath her, then let loose. Smiling at her victory, she waited
until the last spurt died, then dismounted.

“Hmph, like all the rest. Spent and leaving me wanting.”

Royce snagged her ankle as she started to leave the bed. One
jerk pulled her off balance. Stifling a squeal, she fell back. He grabbed the
waistband of her panties and yanked them down her legs.

“Sassy piece, aren’t you? I know the cure for that.” He
shoved her thighs apart. “As I see it, you’re in need of two things. I’m about
to give you one of them.” He dived into her pussy, sucking her clit hard.

Jill fisted the bedspread, raising her hips for more. A
solid whack pulled them down. The sound was nothing more than a muted pop.

“Stay still, pretty, or there’ll be none of this for you
tonight. I will, however, see the lapse of discipline in your life is
rectified.”

“What, sir, do you mean?” It was nearly impossible to behave
like a frightened princess when Jill was so turned-on one more touch would send
her over the edge.

“I’ll have you bare arsed over my knee with a strap
generously applied over your ample bottom. It’ll burn like you’ve never felt
before and stay with you for days whenever you try to sit. Threaten me with the
life of a eunuch, will you? You might win,
fair lady
. But not until
after I’ve seen to what’s been sorely neglected in your life. Now be still
while I suck the fire from your clit.”

He caught the nub between his lips and flicked it
mercilessly under his tongue.

Jill clamped her thighs around his head. Orgasm burst upon
her, shaking her bones. She thrashed against him when it became too sensitive,
but Royce held on, yanking another orgasm from her before he finally eased
away.

He stretched out beside her, brushing strands of her hair
away from her face.

“I love you,” she said with a sigh and nuzzled closer.

“I love you too.” He kissed her temple. “Thank you for
this.”

“Thank
you
for earlier. It was the best surprise, the
best anniversary gift.”

“Hmm…I disagree,” he said, and she turned her head to see
him smiling. “I think
this
was.”

Her heart swelled. They’d managed a hurdle together…again.
She snuggled into him, reveling in how great it felt to be in his arms. Sleep
almost had her when Royce said, “So, where’s this new toy that promises silent
discipline?”

She laughed lightly. “On order.”

“Too bad.”

“There’ll be other times,” she said.

Royce cupped her bottom, squeezing, rubbing, bringing warmth
to the surface. “I guarantee it.”

Jill could hardly wait. “I love your surprises.”

He dragged them to the head of the bed and shoved down the
covers. “And I love yours, though I’m not quite sure I can manage satin boxers
all day long.”

“The silk are for your pleasure.” She curled into him. “The
satin are for mine.”

“Ours,” he corrected, and tucked them in.

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