[Siren Sensations: Consensual BDSM Contemporary Romantic Comedy Romance, spanking, sex toys, bondage, HEA]
After work kept Tony away from home and away from his wife and slave, Shayla, for a hellish couple of months, he’s finally seeing light at the end of the tunnel that might not be an oncoming train. He can’t wait to get home to Shayla and for the two of them to take a long-overdue vacation.
Shayla’s missed Tony like crazy, but it is his job, and he’s paid well. All right, so bad luck seems to be hitting them at every turn lately—or, more specifically, seems to be hitting her. It won’t matter once he’s home. The problem is, the closer they are to being reunited, the more Fate seems determined to keep them apart. And the hits just keep coming.
Tony simply wants to get out of town for a couple of weeks. But it’s leaving both of them wondering if they’re even going to survive their vacation, because that’s starting to look pretty…iffy.
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
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STORY EXCERPT
Goddammit.
Shayla Daniels already wasn’t having a good Monday, and she hadn’t even crawled out of bed yet. Upon rolling over and glancing at the clock, she realized she’d once again forgotten to set her alarm and she was now running ten minutes behind.
I will be so glad when Tony’s home for good.
Her husband, Tony, was currently stuck working in Denver, where he was supervising the build-out of a data center for his employer, Asher Insurance.
At least she didn’t have to kill herself to get to work on time this morning. She had to cover a county meeting which started at ten, and she would be going straight there instead of to the office first.
Still, she’d planned on getting up at her normal time so she could catch up on e-mail.
When she sat up and put her feet on the floor, she immediately realized the second way in which her Monday suuuucked.
She felt the cold, gummy squish of cat yak under her foot.
Goddammit.
At least they had tile.
She hopped on one foot into the bathroom to clean her foot off before returning with paper towel and cleaner to wipe up the yak.
Only then could she use the bathroom, text Tony good morning, and get her coffee started.
Their two cats, Bagel and Cream, sat awaiting her in the kitchen. “Thanks, you two. Just what Mommy wants to wake up to.”
Bagel maowed at her while Cream rubbed against her legs.
“Love you, too. Jerks.”
She started the coffee and then handed them their morning treats. After thinking about it, she made a quick swing through the rest of the house, the parts that they had access to while she was asleep, and checked to see if there was any more yak.
None found, fortunately.
Her entire weekday routine normally revolved around Tony—and that was the way she preferred it. Part of what she’d agreed to by marrying him and asking him to make her his slave.
That was what she’d wanted. And without him home, it was messing with her morning routine, not to mention their love life, and their social life, and—
Sigh.
They’d had one play night six weeks ago, the weekend he’d come home to attend his ex-wife’s funeral after she killed herself, but that whole weekend had been nothing but one big clusterfuck.
Now that Shayla was up and moving, and technically running a little late, she opted to leave earlier than she’d originally planned and stop to treat herself to a fancy coffee before she reached the county administration building, where the meeting would be held. Hell, she could check her e-mail in a coffeeshop just as good as she could there at home, right?
Right.
Besides, being home alone was starting to emotionally drain her. She knew Tony would be home within the next couple of weeks, but…
Sigh.
She didn’t want to tell him how she was feeling, because it would only make him feel bad when it wasn’t like he was doing this on purpose. He had enough to deal with there to get out of there and back home to her. And it wasn’t like there was anything he could do to help her feel better.
She missed him. She knew he wasn’t doing much better than she was, either.
On the heels of that arrived the familiar backwash that she felt ashamed for mentally whining when military families sometimes didn’t see their loved ones for a year or more, if they were lucky.
She headed to a coffeeshop in downtown Sarasota just a few blocks from the county administration building, where she’d be covering a meeting of an environmental commission that was studying the red tide problem.
She worked for Sunshine Attitudes magazine as a senior reporter and writer. Her current main project was a long-term series of in-depth investigative articles about environmental issues in Florida. Covering meetings like today’s was an integral part of her research. Especially talking to the meeting’s participants after the fact to clarify issues. It meant a lot of dull, boring reading and listening to even drier testimony and lectures and turning it into plain English that was both informative and engaging for the public.
But officials all over the state at local and state levels had been praising her work thus far, and she took great pride in it.
Fortunately, a car was pulling out of a space in the coffeeshop’s parking lot just as she pulled into it, so she didn’t have to wait for a spot or park on a side street. She grabbed her laptop case and purse and headed for the front door.
Tony still hadn’t called her yet, so she wondered if he’d managed to sleep a little late this morning. He’d been having trouble trying to adjust to Colorado time, even a couple of months into this, and frequently woke up early.
Their wedding anniversary three weeks ago had been…
Well, a fiasco of her own making. Thinking she was going to surprise him, she bought a plane ticket and flew out to Denver.
Just to learn upon arrival that he’d surprised her by flying home for the weekend.
Surprise.
So they’d spent that Saturday night at two different steakhouses in the same chain halfway across the country from each other, eating dinner with their laptops in front of them and using Skype to chat.
A creative solution, but not exactly the one she’d hoped for.
Now, she’d been tasked by him with shopping around for a new car. Specifically, an SUV. He wanted her to have something picked out by the time he returned to Florida, one at least as large as his, if not larger.
Which she was subtly rebelling against. Her little Civic was the first car she’d bought for herself, it was paid for, and it still ran great.
Tony wanted her in an SUV and had ordered her to start looking for a new vehicle. He wanted to take a couple of weeks off once he’d finished the data center setup, go on vacation with her, and wanted it to be a roadtrip in their new SUV.
Which was another project on her plate—deciding where to go on vacation.
Tony didn’t care, even though she wanted to leave the final decision to him.
Shayla held the door open for an elderly couple toddling their way outside, smiling at them and nodding at their thank yous before she ducked inside.
Caffeeeeeine…
Yay, there wasn’t a very long line this morning, the worst of the early morning rush crowd already departed. She glanced at her phone as she stood in line and tried not to think about maybe texting Tony again. If he hadn’t texted her back yet, he wasn’t awake.
Shayla was about to step up to the counter to order a latte and a scone when she heard a loud crash that made her and everyone else in the store jump.
Turning, she spotted a car, a large, older Lincoln Town Car, which had been parked directly in front of the coffeeshop, which had backed out straight across the aisle…
“Ohhhh, no!”
Into the back of her little Civic.
She hustled outside to find the elderly couple she’d passed going inside the occupants of the Town Car, both of them looking dazed, and the wife trying to grouse at the husband, who’d been driving.
The first thing Shayla did was reach in through the open driver’s window, shift the car into park, and shut it off. “Are you okay?”
The airbags had gone off. And as others poured out of the coffeeshop, some of them on the phone to 911, the woman smacked her husband on the shoulder. “I told you, you should’ve let me drive, Harold!”
That set off a very lively exchange between the elderly couple, grousing back and forth at each other in a way that meant neither could be seriously injured if they were that…animated.
Shayla turned to survey her car, which had been a little four-door sedan and now looked like an accordion. The much larger Town Car had shoved her Civic forward into a light pole with a heavy concrete base, also caving in the front end of her car.
Also, the trunk had been relocated to the back seat.
Shit.
She started snapping pictures, since it was obvious others had fire rescue coming for the couple in the car.
Guess I really do have to shop for a car now.
ADULT EXCERPT
If I didn’t have bad luck…
Shayla got the house unlocked and disarmed the alarm without incident, injury, or a cat escaping.
Once Tony got all his luggage inside and had locked the front door behind them, he leaned against it. “Greeting, pet.”
Shayla immediately sank to her knees and knelt, touching her head first to the top of his left sneaker, his right, then the back of his left hand, his right, finishing by nuzzling her face against the front of his jeans.
Where she now felt the hard outline of his cock pressing against the zipper.
“Good girl.” He pulled his shirttail free and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Normally I’d tackle you into bed, but I want a shower first, and some food, and I’m not entirely sure I might not fall asleep on you.”
She swallowed back her disappointment. “That’s all right, Sir.”
“No, it’s not, but you’re a very good girl to say that.” His tired smile tore at her heart. He looked even more exhausted than he had when she last saw him the weekend of his ex-wife’s funeral.
He held out his hands, wiggling his fingers at her for her to take them. He helped her to her feet and led her to their bedroom.
There, they helped each other undress and after they stepped into the shower, he drew her into his arms as they stood under the water and he kissed her.
She stood there, her head resting against his shoulder, eyes closed as she turned everything over to Him.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me while I’ve been gone,” he softly said. “I’m so proud of you.”
With his arms around her, securely cradling her against him, she took a deep breath and let it out. “Thank you, Sir. I missed you so much.”
He nuzzled the top of her head. “I missed you, too, baby. Tomorrow morning, after we finally get moving, I’ll take you out to breakfast, we’ll get the tire fixed, and then we’ll go buy a new car. How’s that sound?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’d hoped to spend all day in bed tomorrow.”
“I know. Me, too. I’d hoped to maybe go to the munch, but between everyone telling me they aren’t going to wear a butt-plug for me, either, the thanks for telling them they have a gorgeous ass, and my streak of bad luck, I’m thinking I don’t want to push that luck any farther than necessary. Especially once Mike tells everyone about our return trip home and you locking your keys in the car.”
She snorted. “I can’t believe you texted that to Ross of all people.”
He sighed. “Yeah, I know. That fucking sadist will never let me forget it.” He tipped her head back so he could slant his lips over hers.
Everything fell away except for him and his kiss, the warmth of his body pressing along the length of hers…
His hard cock rubbing against her.
She slid to her knees, smiling up at him as she swallowed his cock to the root.
“Damn, baby!” he gasped, cradling her head in his hands as she went down on him. She loved sucking his cock, and it didn’t matter if he was too tired to reciprocate—he was home.
They were finally together again.
She took her time, tracing around the head with her tongue and playing with the slit, which rewarded her with salty pre-cum. Cupping his balls in one hand, she encircled the base of his cock with the other and slowly stroked him as she played with him. He slowly rocked his hips in time with her, gradually increasing the pressure on her head, urging her deeper, faster, building up a load for her.
She’d gladly spend hours on her knees for him doing this, because she loved him, loved turning herself over to him.
Loved everything about what they had together.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Make me come.”
Bobbing her head, she sucked and licked his cock, his erection growing harder and hotter against her tongue, slick, velvety iron as more pre-cum rolled down her tongue.
He took over, fingers digging into her scalp as he started fucking her mouth, making her happily moan as his cock slid deep into her throat with every stroke.
He was back, and safe, and she had him all to herself for a little while. She let the day’s aggravations fade out of her mind and her focus sharpen, narrow until he filled it, the steam swirling around them as his scent filled her lungs and his cock filled her mouth.
“Get ready, baby,” he hoarsely said before his balls tightened in her palm and ropes of hot, tangy cum exploded across her tongue and into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed, licked, sucked, getting every drop of cum from his balls and gentling her motions when she knew he’d finished, until falling still with his softening cock pressed against her tongue.
Shayla closed her eyes, her forehead pressed against his abs as he stroked her hair.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. “God, I fucking missed you.”
He pulled her to her feet and held her again for a few minutes without talking. She’d almost wondered if he’d fallen asleep on his feet when he finally spoke.
“Call in pizza,” he mumbled. “Delivery. Fuck leaving the house.”
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