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around her to keep her in place, he captured one hard nipple with his warm lips and wet tongue then suckled, licked and nibbled on her hard peak.
Regan’s hands slid into his thick hair and she pulled him closer, arching her back and offering him more. “Oh Bear, your mouth feels so good on me.”
He fed hungrily on her, “I want you to get more of these bras, baby. They’re awesome. They display these beauties to perfection.” He lifted his head a fraction and admired the glistening peak for a moment before moving to the other nipple.
“You like them a lot, huh? I thought you were an ass man. “
“Tits or ass - it doesn’t matter. You have always been my thing. Now that you have more for me to love, I’m not complaining though. Whatever you have done to these babies, keep it up. I abso-fucking-lutely love them.” He punctuated each syllable with a suck, lick or bite.
Regan smiled but inside felt her self-esteem drop another notch, yet another area where she was deficient. She’d never be considered well endowed. He evidently liked big breasts, which made her wonder what had attracted him in the first place. Other men would have encouraged a boob job or a padded bra or something. Not her man.
Rick reluctantly lifted his head and let her slide to the floor. Her hard wet nipples dragging against his still damp skin made him groan loudly. The mantel clock chiming eight o’clock had him cursing under his breath. “As much as I’d like to continue this, babe, if we don’t get a move on we’ll be late.”
Kissing her tenderly he looked down into her beautiful face. “You OK, Regan? You still seem kind of down. Have you been taking your meds?”
The question rubbed her the wrong way and she got snippy. “You sound just like Tony and Megan. Everyone is constantly asking me about my meds, like I’m some damned nutcase or something. I’m fine and I wish people would quit asking.”
Gazing into her angry eyes he frowned. This was not a good way to start to a club night. “You are definitely not fine, Regan. Otherwise that kind of bitchiness wouldn’t pass those beautiful lips. You are either tired or something is bothering you. So, which is it?”
The firmness in his voice had Regan regretting her outburst and she went into damage control mode. “I’m sorry. I think I’m just hormonal. I’ve been getting this way lately before my period. Maybe it’s the new medicine. I never used to be this way and I’m really sorry.” Well, that wasn’t all a lie. She did think it was the new medicine, she just didn’t mention which one. Rick would say it was evasive or misleading and punish her for a lie of omission.
He considered her theory and seemed to accept it. She had always been a sweet, good-natured woman - lively, energetic and outgoing. But in the past few weeks if not months she had gotten moody and short tempered. “I think you may be right, babe. When is your next appointment with Doc Windham? I’d like to go with you next time and talk about your medications and the side effects you’re having.”
“But Rick, the sessions are supposed to be private.”
“I won’t intrude on your privacy, Regan. I just want to be kept informed. That’s OK isn’t it?” He posed it like a question but Regan knew it wasn’t open for discussion. Plus, Dr. Windham was BDSM friendly and Regan suspected she was a closet Domme. Although her expertise was with past trauma and PTSD, she was well equipped to deal with Megan’s depression. She said she was used to Doms butting in and asking questions.
“Remember that I love you babe and only want what’s best for you.”
“I know Bear, and I’m sorry.” She held him tightly. “I’m such a loser I don’t know how you stand me sometimes.”
Finding herself suddenly upended over a nearby wing chair and receiving several sharp, stinging slaps across her ass made her
Regan’s hands slid into his thick hair and she pulled him closer, arching her back and offering him more. “Oh Bear, your mouth feels so good on me.”
He fed hungrily on her, “I want you to get more of these bras, baby. They’re awesome. They display these beauties to perfection.” He lifted his head a fraction and admired the glistening peak for a moment before moving to the other nipple.
“You like them a lot, huh? I thought you were an ass man. “
“Tits or ass - it doesn’t matter. You have always been my thing. Now that you have more for me to love, I’m not complaining though. Whatever you have done to these babies, keep it up. I abso-fucking-lutely love them.” He punctuated each syllable with a suck, lick or bite.
Regan smiled but inside felt her self-esteem drop another notch, yet another area where she was deficient. She’d never be considered well endowed. He evidently liked big breasts, which made her wonder what had attracted him in the first place. Other men would have encouraged a boob job or a padded bra or something. Not her man.
Rick reluctantly lifted his head and let her slide to the floor. Her hard wet nipples dragging against his still damp skin made him groan loudly. The mantel clock chiming eight o’clock had him cursing under his breath. “As much as I’d like to continue this, babe, if we don’t get a move on we’ll be late.”
Kissing her tenderly he looked down into her beautiful face. “You OK, Regan? You still seem kind of down. Have you been taking your meds?”
The question rubbed her the wrong way and she got snippy. “You sound just like Tony and Megan. Everyone is constantly asking me about my meds, like I’m some damned nutcase or something. I’m fine and I wish people would quit asking.”
Gazing into her angry eyes he frowned. This was not a good way to start to a club night. “You are definitely not fine, Regan. Otherwise that kind of bitchiness wouldn’t pass those beautiful lips. You are either tired or something is bothering you. So, which is it?”
The firmness in his voice had Regan regretting her outburst and she went into damage control mode. “I’m sorry. I think I’m just hormonal. I’ve been getting this way lately before my period. Maybe it’s the new medicine. I never used to be this way and I’m really sorry.” Well, that wasn’t all a lie. She did think it was the new medicine, she just didn’t mention which one. Rick would say it was evasive or misleading and punish her for a lie of omission.
He considered her theory and seemed to accept it. She had always been a sweet, good-natured woman - lively, energetic and outgoing. But in the past few weeks if not months she had gotten moody and short tempered. “I think you may be right, babe. When is your next appointment with Doc Windham? I’d like to go with you next time and talk about your medications and the side effects you’re having.”
“But Rick, the sessions are supposed to be private.”
“I won’t intrude on your privacy, Regan. I just want to be kept informed. That’s OK isn’t it?” He posed it like a question but Regan knew it wasn’t open for discussion. Plus, Dr. Windham was BDSM friendly and Regan suspected she was a closet Domme. Although her expertise was with past trauma and PTSD, she was well equipped to deal with Megan’s depression. She said she was used to Doms butting in and asking questions.
“Remember that I love you babe and only want what’s best for you.”
“I know Bear, and I’m sorry.” She held him tightly. “I’m such a loser I don’t know how you stand me sometimes.”
Finding herself suddenly upended over a nearby wing chair and receiving several sharp, stinging slaps across her ass made her
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