(Liam's POV - Wed. 28 May 2014)

Hi Liam,

Thanks for the presentation, it was perfect.

You have worked enough for today, so I don't need anything else, thank you. Go get some rest now and recover soon. We're missing you here!

Kind regards,

Allan

After I have read Allan's last email, I angrily pull down the lid of my laptop and toss it beside me on the living-room couch where I have spent most of my day; this is actually where I have spent most of the last week and a half. I was hoping for more work this afternoon but it seems like my boss has more trust in my lover than in me though I keep begging for more tasks that I can do from a distance; I know that Joshua asked him not to give me too much to do because I supposedly need to rest a lot, but I wish Allan would listen to me. For God's sake, it is barely two in the afternoon and I am already done with the presentation I only needed to rearrange! What am I going to do until Joshua gets back home? And even when he gets home, he is only going to come and kiss me, stay by my side for a few minutes and then he will head to his study to work and make phone calls, or, if he doesn't have too many conference calls, he will stay in the living-room with me but work on his laptop.

If I have to choose between both options, I would go for none of them. What I want is to go back to the office. I want to go back to my normal schedule. Or if Joshua won't let me, I would rather he spends his time with me without doing anything else. I know this might sound childish; I know that he has to work; but after being locked in this house for a week and a half, I am just getting nuts. Last week he spent most of his time at home, except for Monday because he needed to chair a meeting with all his leaders to inform them of the situation and plan for the future recruitments. For the rest of the week, he just spent a couple of hours at the office and worked from home for the rest of the day, and even if he was working, it still felt good to have him around and I didn't mind too much because I did need the rest back then. I slept a lot, either here in the living-room, or in the bedroom, or on the small couch of his study; and I must admit that it surely helped my healing.

Last week-end was rather quiet and I continued to rest and heal. On Saturday we went back to the hospital for a check-up and although the Doctor said I was healing well, there was no way we would go to the Black Diamond but Joshua's friends visited us on Sunday noon for lunch. The upside of their visit was that it allowed us to have a bit of company for a while. Mark, Aaron and Camden are great guys; they can be really fun when they are out of the club and out of their Dominants' roles; besides, I had seriously missed them during our three week break-up so it felt good to see them. One of the downsides though is that I earned a little bit more scolding and lecturing for what happened, but they mostly put on some kind of big brother role and surprised me with bear hugs and very kind words of relief at the fact that I was alive and safe now. We didn't do much more than having lunch and spend time in the basement playroom; I did even less since I only watched them play snooker, but their antics and loudness did tire me and by eight in the evening, I was in bed and fast asleep while Josh went back to work in his study.

Now, this second week has been a different story and I am really getting bored here. On Monday, Joshua spent almost the full day in Chicago, and yesterday, he didn't get back home until eight in the evening! It means that I have spent a lot of time on my own; Liz is always around, but she has work to do, so I can't always bother her. I tried to offer my help, but she got orders too and she keeps refusing that I make myself useful in any way. Over the last ten days, I have also had some Lync conversations with Ally and Elena every day, but they never keep me busy for very long.

The only compromise I have managed so far was on last Wednesday and I can only smile when I remember how I worked this out. Joshua had been locked in his study for several hours while I was just resting on our bed. I got bored of playing games on my brand new phone while more and more notifications of professional email were popping in, showing how much work there was in my department. I was actually grateful that the team kept copying me on requests even if I couldn't help; at least I was able to follow up on what was going on. I felt sorry for Edna who had to be drowning under work and I suddenly thought that I could help, even from a distance. So I sent an email to Allan as my Manager, copying Josh, and offered my help, arguing that I could at least deal with a few things without being in the office. I knew that Joshua wouldn't like it, but I was ready to face his anger if I was provided with something to do.

And he didn't like it indeed. Less than two minutes later, he barged into the bedroom, his eyes throwing daggers at me, at the same time as his phone was ringing. It was Allan of course. My ribs were still very painful then and the bruises on my body still looked awful so I couldn't play the seduction card at that moment, but I used the puppy dog face and the pouting lips to soften Joshua while he was speaking with Allan and arguing that it was still too soon for me to work. When he hung up with Allan and sat down on the bed, I used a little more of the begging card, innocently unbuttoning button after button of his shirt, and after a long conversation that included a yet longer blow job, Joshua eventually yielded to my request provided I don't work more than three or four hours a day.

It was better than nothing but it was one week ago and this is no longer enough for me. On Monday evening, I tried to ask for more hours of work but his response was a firm no. Dammit! How am I supposed to fill the rest of my days? Josh's answer was sleep, rest, watch TV. Well, I have had enough of these. Now I want to go back to work and meet people again. I have almost fully healed and I am feeling much better so I don't see where the problem lies. The scratches on my hands and right cheek have completely disappeared; same as the large bruise on my left cheek; the remaining bruises on my body have now turned to a light yellow and would be hidden under my clothes; and my ribs almost no longer hurt at all; they only ache if I make a bad sudden move or if I press strongly against them, but why would I do that? Joshua knows all this but he believes that I need more rest, so I need to prove him that I am in full shape and to convince him that I am fit for work.

At 2:30 pm, I am more than done with the TV and decide to try my luck with Liz. I find her in the kitchen, baking an apple pie and spreading the dough on the counter with a rolling pin. I haul myself up onto a stool and steal a slice of apple with a sigh.

"What's the matter Liam?" Liz asks with a light chuckle.

"I'm bored... Can I help you?" I ask, my voice full of hope.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... You need to r..."

"Liz, I swear I'm fine! I could at least do some easy things..." I argue.

"I know you feel better, sweetheart, but if Joshua finds you doing anything else than sleeping or resting, that's me he is going to bawl out to..." she replies with a knowing look.

"I will cover you..." I beg again.

"That's still a no, Liam. Don't worry, you will soon be busy..." she replies with a chuckle, but I ignore her, already sinking in a brooding mood.

Ugh... the woman can be so tenacious! Though, between Tony and Joshua, I wouldn't expect her to be any less tempered. I know what it is to live with the two of them and it definitely requires a minimum of temper and objectively, their persistency has a tendency to rub off on other people who live around them. Looking back in time, I have to admit that I have changed a lot over the past year and gained a lot in petulance and temperament. I used to be quite silent and easily bending, but I can't say that much anymore...

Sighing, I continue to watch Liz as she spreads the crust in a pie dish, add a layer of stewed apples before she lays even apple slices on top. Just then I hear the entrance door open and I see Liz's smirk grow on her face. It has to be Joshua! I hop down from the stool to move to the side facing the huge hall entrance and see my man, elegant as ever in his perfectly fitted dark blue suit, shut the door close. I hurry - almost run - to him and throw myself in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck and hauling myself up to kiss those beautiful lips.

"Liam! Careful, Baby!! You're going to hurt yourself!!" he growls as he pulls away and begins to check on me, as if I were a fragile porcelain doll.

"I'm fine!!" I complain in annoyance, pushing myself back into his chest and nibbling on his neck.

"Liam... Calm down, Babe," he finally chuckles before he leads me to the living-room and sits us down on the couch after he has gotten rid of his jacket and pulled on his tie.

"How was your day?" I ask once I am comfortably settled on his lap.

"Busy, and it's not over yet," he replies with a contrite tone. Humpf... seems like he will soon lock himself in his study again, and it's barely three in the afternoon. "How was yours?"

"Boring, as usual..." I sigh, nesting my face in the crook of his neck. "Josh, I want to go back to the office..." I add a few seconds later, without too much thinking. I don't think that trying Shannon's puppy dog face would work this time; and I am not as talented as my friend in that domain anyway. Shan is far better than I am at pleading for I know that I always lose when he tries to convince me to do something.

"No, Liam. The doctor said you need to rest for at least two weeks and I already allowed you to work from home," he replies firmly and I understand that this approach won't work. This will require more persuasion than just a statement of my will to resume my professional life.

"But I am fully healed!" I exclaim, leaning back and looking intently into his eyes. "I no longer suffer from my ribcage and most of the bruises have completely disappeared; the remaining ones are barely visible!" I then explain, thinking that I have a point there.

"You're still tired! You need more rest." Joshua sighs and gently pushes me on the couch beside him before he gets up.

"I am tired because I don't do anything! I'm so fucking bored, Joshua!" I claim out, not caring that Liz probably hears me from the kitchen.

"This is still no, Liam and watch your language," he warns me with a dark look. I watch him grab his briefcase and head out toward his study, but I also stand up and follow him there, arms folded across my chest.

"That's not fair!" I complain.

"This is totally fair. The doctor gave orders; you just follow them. And mine," he says, walking around his desk to sit on his armchair and starting to pull out his laptop from his case as well as some documents.

"Ugh... Idon'tcareI'llgoonmyownwithacaborthetrain," I mutter to myself as I spin around and walk out.

"What was that?" Joshua asks in my back.

"Nothing..." I grumble angrily.

"I'll have Jeff watching over you if I have to, Liam. You're not leaving this house until I say so!" Joshua shouts from his desk.

Jerk... He did hear what I said. Well done, Li... Now you have ruined your only chance to get out... Because Joshua will certainly call Jeff or another of Tony's guys to keep an eye on me now... Too angry to argue with him any further without worsening my case, I slam his door shut and go to the basement to calm down. I could have gone to Liz but she will probably side up with him and I don't need more lecturing. The basement is huge; as huge as the house, but the one area that attracts my attention right now is the gym. This is what I need! For one, working out will probably help me to relax from the tension; and then, if I prove to Joshua that I feel good enough to work out on the treadmill or on the fitness station, maybe he will realize that I am completely healed!

I decide to first try the treadmill. I put my Iphone on the console at the centre and begin with a walking pace. After about fifteen minutes of gradually increasing the pace, I move to a slow jog and once my breathing has steadied to a regular rhythm, I begin to feel a little better. The anger is still there, nagging my nerves, but I know better than to let it overtake my emotions. I was lucky enough that Joshua didn't throw me over his knees when I talked back to him in his study, although... I think I would have liked that. I am missing our Dom/Sub relationship - sexually speaking - and I can tell that he also craves for it. Ever since the incident, Joshua hasn't taken me to the playroom at all. To be honest, I wouldn't have wanted it either in the beginning; not only because I wouldn't have been able to handle the pain on my wounded body, but also because I was a bit emotionally weak after the incident.

Speaking with Joshua and Tony at the hospital did help me a lot; I can't deny that taking everything off my chest was not so easy but it was a way to exorcize my fears as well as to make sure that they had all the information they might need to charge those bastards to the maximum. Reliving everything again on the Sunday late afternoon when the police inspector visited us at home was even more difficult. Two of Joshua's lawyers were here too and they promised that they would work their best to keep all these bastards in jail for as long as possible. It was another two or three difficult hours, but I had Joshua beside me and holding my hand, and he also replied to a lot of the questions, so all in all, I managed pretty well through the questioning. But to say I was worn out after that would be an understatement. Now the investigation is still going on and hopefully, I should be left alone for a while.

Weirdly enough, it seems like my mind was more shaken by the abduction and the threats of murder than the assault attempt from Devon and Kenny. These are what mostly agitated my nights, turning my dreams into nightmares during the first few nights, but every time it happened, Joshua would wake me up and force me to talk about the dark images that populated my dreams. By means of expressing my fears and hearing his reassuring words, his promises to always protect me and keep me safe, the nightmares quickly faded away, barely annoying me and the last two nights were even perfectly peaceful. So this is another point that confirms my healing and I have to admit that I can't wait to resume our normal sexual activities.

Of course, we have had sex over the last ten days, but it was nothing like what we are used to. It was always plain and simple... in the bedroom... on the bed... with an over-caring lover who is always scared to hurt me. Cheesy and fluffy are great, but Joshua's over-carefulness toward my comfort and making sure he wouldn't hurt me are a bit frustrating. I want him to be his old Dom again. I want him to be rough like he sometimes gets. If I have to make him angry to play it rough, I will. Yeah... this is definitely something else I should think about... Maybe I could go prep and wait for him in the playroom? I really want this! That and going back to work. I can't let him go on ignoring or at least diminishing my needs. If I tell him that I feel fine enough to go to the office, he has to trust me; this is part of a relationship to trust each other, otherwise it can't work. And he should clearly understand that, especially after his latest fancy request...

Jeez! I can't believe he asked me to move in with him! What a shock it was so soon after we got back together... We haven't discussed it again since that Sunday after the incident but I know that it is hitching him. When he offered for me to move in with him that day, I purely and simply rejected it. I remember I was about to fall asleep when he blurted that out but that definitely woke me up. It took me quite a few minutes of silence to let the information kick in, but I was quick to form my answer and it was definitely no. I do love him; I love the house; I sincerely appreciate being with him all the time; I adore falling asleep in his arms every night and feeling his warmth if I wake up at night. But I also like my independence and I am not sure I'm ready to take that step further yet. And then, there is Shannon.

Of course, Shan is out of town at the moment and won't return for another month, and I don't mind spending all my evenings at Joshua's place while my friend is away, but when he returns... I just can't leave him on his own. First, he wouldn't be able to afford the rent by himself and would have to move to some small and creepy apartment, probably in a worse area of Chicago. Furthermore, I need to look after him... even if I only spend two or three nights a week at home, this is still enough to take care of him and push him to move his ass so that he doesn't spend all his time loafing about on the couch instead of cleaning or finding a job. And he will more than certainly need it after two full months of work! I won't let him use these two months as a poor excuse to get more rest than necessary, and knowing Shannon, I know he will. I can already hear him... Come on Li... I've worked so hard for two months! I can allow myself a full year of vacation!! Like hell he will! So, in this respect, I need to keep the apartment with him. And therefore, I can't permanently move in with Joshua. I don't know how long I will be able to contain his eagerness, but I have to try and I will do my best to satisfy both my lover and my friend's needs.

My phone suddenly rings and I glance at the screen to check the caller's ID. Speak of the devil... and there he shows up... I slow down my pace on the treadmill and answer the call.

"Hey Shan!" I breathe out, my voice a bit jerky.

"Holy shit! Don't tell me you're answering the phone while Joshua is fucking you on his desk!" he exclaims, making me stop walking and step off the machine.

"What...??? I'm not... Ugh Shan..."

"Bunny... It's only half past three... Why would you be out of breath if you're at your desk and working, huh??" he asks suspiciously.

"Maybe because I'm not at my desk working, you dumbass!" I huff back at him, trying to recover a normal breathing. "I was working out on a treadmill..." I add a bit too quickly, realizing my mistake too late.

"At that time of day??? Oh let me guess... Chicago has moved to a different timezone and it's already the evening for you!! Dammit!! I can't believe nobody told me!" he exclaims and I can't help laughing at his sarcasm. I have two seconds to find a good excuse. I didn't tell Shan about what happened. When I told him that I was back with Joshua, he didn't take it too well already because he was afraid I would suffer again and Shan hates seeing me suffering. So if I tell him about what happened nearly two weeks ago, he will freak out and find a way to put it on Joshua's fault and I don't want that. There is enough tension between them and I don't need to add more.

"Hmm... Joshua and I decided to work from home today and I was just taking a break..." I explain, hoping he will buy it.

"A break... and you take your breaks on a treadmill now...? Sure... Holy Me... so he's really fucking you right now...?"

"Argh Shan!!! No! I was really on the treadmill!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... as long as I don't get the image and the sounds, that should be okay..." he guffaws.

"You're really an asshole..." I sigh and wish I could punch his arm to make him stop.

"I am not an asshole... I have an asshole... and guess what? If I don't get laid any time soon, it'll end up so tight that it'll feel like a virgin hole next time I get fucked..." he comments bitterly.

"What...? You haven't found any volunteer down there?" I chuckle.

"Well there was this guy the first week, but he left..." he sighs.

"But you said there were other nice guys... plus you sometimes go downtown over the week-end, don't you?"

"You're kidding? We spend the fucking whole week working like slaves, Monday through Saturday, and they barely let us go out of the forest on Sundays! And these guys I work with are anything but attractive... well except for the one guy who had his girlfriend dropping him off the day we left... that one is cute... Maybe I could convince him to get some release in my hole... after all, he hasn't had sex either for nearly a month... that might work..." he rambles on.

"Shan!! He's engaged! You can't do that!" I exclaim.

"A little fuck with another guy wouldn't be like cheating on his girlfriend..." he mutters. I have to be dreaming... Shan is no model of stability and I know he has already been with guys or girls who were not single, but ugh...

"Of course it would, Shan... Leave that guy alone and find you someone else!"

Our conversation goes on for a few more minutes until Shan says he has to go back to work and we hang up. Oh god, I am so missing this guy! As much as I appreciate not having to plan my schedule with Joshua according to Shan's own schedule, I really long for him to return. With a sigh, I get back to working out and this time, I go to the fitness station and try to work on my thighs and calves, leaving out the abs work because I am not sure my ribs would be okay with that. Not even fifteen minutes later, I am a bit sweaty when I hear some footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement.

"Liam...?" Joshua calls out, obviously first checking the media room.

"I'm in the gym!" I call back, not stopping to lazily balance my legs. I haven't given too much effort into the exercise in order not to ruin my healing ribs, but I can still feel the warmth in the muscles of my thighs.

"What the hell are you doing in here!?" Joshua growls as he walks into the room.

"Hmm... baking a chocolate cake?" I reply sarcastically. Huh... isn't it obvious what I am doing?

"Watch that smart mouth before I shove a bar of soap in it... Jeez, Liam! You're not supposed to be working out!" he growls, standing in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest, his shirt straining against the taut muscles of his torso, and blocking the machine with his foot.

"Don't worry, I took it easy! I jogged very slowly on the treadmill and only worked my legs here..." I reassure him as I easily hop off the machine to stand closer to him and tentatively rest my hands over his tensed arms. Annoyance and contempt are displaying in his eyes and I bite my lower lip before I continue speaking. "I'm just trying to prove you that I am feeling fine enough to go back to..." I begin to say and stop when I hear the rumbling growl in his chest.

Joshua exhales a long sigh through his nose. "You're so stubborn..."

"I'm not the only one..." I mutter, keeping my eyes locked on his chest. His arms suddenly unfold and pull me into his chest. I am all wet with sweat, but right now, I don't really care about ruining his shirt and I wrap my own arms around his waist, feeling that he might be about to yield to my request. "I promise I'm fine, Josh..." I whisper.

"Are you really sure about this?"

"Positive!" I reply without hesitation.

"We're gonna start with short days then..." he sighs, resignation perspiring in his voice. I slightly pull away and beam at him before I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

"Thank you..." I simply say.

"But I swear, Liam... if I see that you get too tired, you're going back to your sick leave and this time, Allan won't send you any work! Understood?" he warns me and his expression is so determined that I understand that I had better not fuck this up.

"Yes, I'll be good and won't strain myself!" I promise in return.

"Good..." he whispers and I can tell that there's something else coming up. "I guess that if you feel ready to go back to work, you should also feel ready to go back to the playroom?" he then asks in that husky and sensual voice I haven't heard in a long time and that brings pleasurable sensations down in my sweat pants. However, the simple mention of the kinky room on the first floor would have had my manhood wake up anyway and tingles are now rushing throughout my entire body. Looking into his eyes, I see the lust shining there and a little squeal escapes my lips. "I'll take that as a yes," he murmurs with a smile before his face switches the dominant and serious expression I have been craving for. "You have one hour to prep and get ready. I want you standing naked and at display in the playroom in sixty minutes from now, Pet."

His order is firm and has me rush out of the gym and hurry upstairs and to the first floor. My excitement is such that my hands are shaking and my knees are wobbling as I take my clothes off. Yet, I take my time under the shower, trying to relax my muscles and calm down before I shave and proceed with my enema. My brain is working at full speed, wondering what he has planned for our first time back there. I would love him to go all rough and hard on me, but I assume that he will take it easy...

Once I am done in the bathroom, I move to the playroom and shut the door, reveling in its delicious smell of leather, oils and in the thought of upcoming sex. While I walk around the room wondering what we are going to use, I vaguely hear his footsteps in the corridor and go to stand in the centre of the room as he asked me to, my feet shoulders-width apart, fingers laced in my back, my chin almost touching the top of my chest, eyes lowered and my mini-me standing at full attention.

My heart summersaults in my chest when I finally hear the door open, excitement at its peak and my arousal beginning to pearl at the tip of my shaft. Please God help me not to mess this up... I need to rule in my emotions to hold myself back for long enough, and mostly not until Joshua has given me permission to cum... A few seconds later, leather-covered legs appear in front of me. I guess he must have used the bathroom downstairs to get ready himself. I see him walk around me, taking an inspection tour, and I feel his fingers softly run on my skin all along. He checks my perfectly shaved private area and then parts my buttocks before a finger gently probs my entrance, making it hard for me not to moan.

"Good boy..." Joshua whispers in my ear. "Do you remember your safe words?"

"Yes, Master. Orange to slow down, red to stop..." I answer in a barely audible whisper.

"Good boy. Move to the swing then," he orders and my heart flutters even harder at that mention. I love the swing even if we haven't used it very often. Without hesitation, I do as I am told and wait for him to help me on it. The hammock, which is made of woven leather strips, is hanging from the ceiling by four adjustable chains. Joshua pulls the device to a lower level and makes me lie down on the hammock, my butt slightly sticking out and the nape of my neck resting against a little headrest that can be pulled down to allow my head to hang back. He silently wraps my wrists in leather restraints that he attaches above my head and to the chains that are holding the sling. He then proceeds similarly with my ankles by restraining them into the stirrup cuffs, forcing my legs wide apart and up in the air now that my ankles are tied to the chains that hold the other side of the swing. All through the process, I can't take my eyes off of his beautiful chiseled chest and his straining muscles. "Are you comfortable, Pet?"

"Yes, Master!" I reply eagerly, making him smile.

I thought he had pulled down the swing to make things easier for me, but obviously, it wasn't the only reason; Joshua moves to stand above my shoulders, one leg on each side of my chest, allowing me to watch him palm his hard-on over his leather pants at a very close angle. "So you're really ready for this, Pet?" he says huskily and I nod in answer. He takes it as his cue to slowly unbutton his fly, letting his impressive cock spring free in front of my mouth. I lick my lips with strong desire to lick the pearl of precum but I know better than to go without his permission. "Open your mouth," he instructs as he gives his shaft a few strokes and I obey, watching him lean forward and slip his erection inside my mouth while his other hand goes to rest at the back of my head for support and guidance. As he starts thrusting in and out, my moans send vibrations through his shaft and his groans intensify. "Oh yes, Pet... that's good... Go on like this..." My own cock is leaking and I can already feel the mess on my stomach, his praising only accentuating my arousal. "Enough, Pet..." he says after a while, pulling out of mouth and getting off of me.

He gets out of his pants, exposing his full nakedness, and then goes to manipulate the chains, thus pulling the swing a bit higher. Here comes what I have been waiting for! With lustful eyes, he pours a large amount of lube on his right hand and smears it at the crack of my ass, immediately slipping two fingers inside my hole and making me moan at the slight tingle of pleasure-pain. "Is that what you wanted, Pet?" he asks after a couple of minutes of scissoring my hole.

"Oh yes... please, Master... more..." I beg, getting more and more needy. A third finger soon gets in and I feel my hole stretch around the pressure. My hips jerk a little when his fingers finally reach my sweet spot and another load of precum escapes from my shaft. It feels so good. I want more. Joshua must have heard my thoughts because the digits soon disappear and are replaced by the tip of his cock probing my entrance and teasing my excitement. "Ngh... Please, Master..."

"What do you want, Pet?" he asks seductively.

"I want you, Master..."

"You already have me, Baby..."

"I want you inside of me... Master..."

"Alright, Pet. Your wish is my command," he replies and the head of his cock finally passes past the tight ring of muscles, but he doesn't go any further, leaving me frustrated with need. I dare a groan of annoyance when I look up and see his smirk. "Do you want it like this, Pet?" he asks, swirling his hips left to right.

"I need more, Master... I want you deep inside..." I admit unashamedly. Joshua grabs my thighs and shoves himself inside my warm channel in one go, pushing his cock to the hilt and hitting my prostate all the way in; the abruptness is so good that it makes me scream of pleasure. I will never be able to hold my orgasm for long! I have been waiting for this roughness for far too long.

"You're not allowed to come just yet, Pet," Joshua warns me as he starts thrusting in and out. Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations. The pleasure is building too fast and I strive to contract the muscles in my lower belly to refrain my orgasm. "Look at me, Pet!" At his order, I lift my head back up and lock eyes with him, but the intensity in his look doesn't help my arousal; I feel like I am about to explode. "Is this what you wanted, Baby?" he then asks, as his pounding increases in roughness.

"Yes, Master! Nghhh... Please I need to... I want..." I beg, my thoughts getting incoherent by then. The pleasure is building so strongly that I feel like I am about to burst into pieces. Joshua wraps a hand around my painful erection and starts stroking it, making it all the more difficult for me to resist.

"You may cum, Pet," he finally says and this was all I needed to release all over my stomach, long spurts of cum jerking out of my shaft while I scream my orgasm. In my daze, I am vaguely aware of Joshua reaching his own climax and filling me up with semen, the both of us panting hard through our moans and groans.

Oh damn!! That was fucking good! It was so damn good that nothing else matters to me anymore. I am ready for anything else to come now. I am ready to resume my normal life. I am ready to go back to work. I am ready to love my man in the open. I am ready to stand proudly beside him tomorrow when we arrive in the office; I know that the stares and gossips won't affect me anymore now. So yeah... I am just ready to love Joshua, as my lover and as my Dominant, and to face whatever life may throw in our way.

Published on 19 Dec 2016

I just realized that the recent chapters are the ones I wrote during my vacation in August, and I surely slacked on them... hence the long and much needed editing... so I'm sorry for the longer wait.

Now this chapter could be seen as the last one and the next chapter could have been some kind of epilogue or conclusion to this story, but as you already know, it's not the case. Just as a warning, next chapter jumps to a month later, meaning Shan is coming back.

It also means that I'm going to start editing I Was Shooting For The Moon, I Hit Two Stars at the same time. Both stories are in good timeline but I will be able to add more details and develop a few things to fit better. Hopefully, it shouldn't affect the schedule of updates in this story.

And for those who haven't read the first story of the series, well... the next chapters here won't sound like a little bonus, but more like spoilers... but not my fault if you decided to read this one first 😁😁