that I’m not so inclined. Although, I’ll confess that your dealing with her last night made me freaking hot. It must be the people involved, eh? But I’m just saying about the rest of it. Be prepared, my friend. Our little woman is a pistol. It’s funny you don’t recall her temper.”
“Nobody says I don’t recall it, Ash. I just never had to deal with it. But I’m not afraid to.” He got up and went to pour more coffee for them, and they sat quietly and waited for the little pistol to drag her little butt out of bed.
Chapter Five
Jackie woke to an empty bed and a faint smell of coffee. Her initial reaction was that of disappointment, and then she realized that they’d left her alone to rest. She wondered that they weren’t as drained as her, but then they had shared the burden, she supposed. Well, she was a burden no longer. She stretched and winced at the tenderness in her buttocks. ’Stair had given her an erotic spanking all those years ago, and she’d really liked it. Last night had been intense, if emotionally draining, and the other parts of the evening had been pretty wonderful. Her dues were paid.
She rolled carefully out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She used the facilities and washed up. While she was drying her hands on the crappy little towel, she stood on her toes to scrutinize her bottom in the mirror over the sink, craning her neck to do so. The skin was still pink with a few places that actually looked bruised. She tentatively touched one of those and involuntarily hissed.
“Sore?”
Jackie barely bit back a shriek. Alistair was leaning casually against the doorjamb, looking totally buff and hot in a pair of boxers. Jackie’s keen fashion eye immediately assessed them as cotton jersey, and she made a mental note to have a look through his closet and drawers before she left today. He probably had several pairs of leathers and some okay shirts for the Club, but he would look marvelous in some nice jeans and…
“Honey?” She was doing it again, getting ahead of herself, and she was standing in his bathroom, stark naked, her hair a classic case of bed head, and Alistair was waiting for an answer.
“A little. Good morning. I’ll just get cleaned up and make those waffles Ashley promised!” She edged a little closer to the shower curtain, wondering if she could kind of casually pull it around her. It was nuts that she felt shy after last night when he’d seen more of her than ever before, but he was looking like he wanted to have her for breakfast, and it was overwhelming. Alistair moved like a cat and enveloped her in a warm embrace, immediately reassuring her. He kissed her hard and then turned her back toward the sink.
“Lean over, darlin’.” He reached above her and opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out two small bottles. It felt surreal. She was in ’Stair’s bathroom, over his sink, presenting her buttocks to him, and the shyness simply disappeared. The coolness of the blue bottle’s contents made her flinch for a second, and then the soreness seemed to lift. Alistair gently applied some more, and she relaxed with his ministrations.
“Ash? Bring me the bigger plug, will you?”
She straightened so fast that she stepped on his toes, and he caught her around the waist with one arm. She felt his erection in the small of her back and shivered with awareness despite her anxiety about Alistair’s preoccupation with her anus. “I’m not so sure about another plug, ’Stair.”
“Not asking, Jackie. I’m taking that ass in the next while, and you need to be stretched. Now, lean over the sink again.”
She debated refusing, pushing him a little, but saw his intent face reflected back at her in the mirror, his eyes hot with desire but also full of love. She let him position her and resigned herself. Ash washed the new plug right in front of her as Alistair worked lube into her bottom hole. Ash winked, and Jackie pretended not to see. If this anal