His bag was nearly packed but he couldn’t find his lucky tie. His wife had given it to him soon after the three of them went into business together. Where could it be? I’ll have to ask Trisha.

  He walked out of the bedroom and headed down the hall, but as he got closer to the living room, he heard her and Ken laughing and talking. He peered around the corner and watched as the two taped the ultrasound pictures into Todd’s baby book. They exchanged a look that seized Tommy’s heart in his chest and turned his stomach sour. He took a step back into the shadows before he could be seen and placed a palm over his heart, pressing down in a futile attempt to apply enough pressure to cull his wrenching anxiety. His dad was right, husband or not, this baby was Ken’s.

  Chapter Four

  Friday, September 7, 2001, 12:30 a.m.

  Trisha tossed and turned under her bedsheet, having kicked the blanket off as soon as her boys got out of bed. A thin layer of perspiration coated her body, and her back and hips hurt. As she turned on her left side, the smell of lavender from the essential oil diffuser on the nightstand filled her nostrils. Tommy had suggested the scent aided relaxation, but it wasn’t working for her. As she shoved a pillow between her knees, Ken strolled into the bedroom. She eyed him longingly as she pulled back the top sheet to invite him to rejoin her. “Thanks.”

  “For what?” He asked while pulling his t-shirt off over his head. She admired his firm chest and tight abdominal muscles. He wasn’t as tall and brawny as Tommy, but Ken’s body was lean and well-defined. He also had a beautiful face with long eyelashes. This morning, he hadn’t bothered slicking back his hair into a professional coif. Instead, his silky, raven-colored locks hung loose around his face, covering his forehead and framing his dark eyebrows and silver-gray eyes.

  “For driving Tommy to the airport and letting me sleep.”

  Ken nodded. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

  Instead of answering, she probed, “How did the ride go?”

  He shrugged. “Fine, I guess. It was sort of...”

  “Quiet?” She studied his expression, determined to find out what had triggered the men’s loss of synergy.

  Ken shed his athletic shorts. As he bent over to pick them up off the floor, she lifted her head and took a gander, propping up on her elbows as she leered at his sexy ass clad only in bottom-hugging, boxer briefs. She licked her lips, wishing she was nimble enough to crawl to him on her hands and knees and peel his underwear off with her teeth. Ever since her tryst with Tommy, she’d wanted to even the score plus Ken’s fine form had her yearning for more loving.

  “Yeah, there wasn’t a lot of conversation. He’s been acting weird the last couple of days.” Ken shrugged.

  Trisha raised an eyebrow and sat upright. When they were in college, Ken managed a 4.0-grade point average while taking a full class load, including physics, advanced calculus, and computer forensics, but he was hopeless at deciphering body language and emotional signals. Clearly, he had no idea how hurt Tommy had been feeling. What am I going to do with him? Subtlety wasn’t going to work. “Alright cowboy, cut the shit. What happened between you two the day of our ultrasound?”

  Ken crawled under the bedspread and snuggled close to her. “Nothing really, just the usual Tommy ridiculousness.”

  She sighed. “I’m going to need you to be more specific.” Her tone hinted at her resolve. She was going to claw to the bottom of this conundrum come hell or high water.

  Ken looked up at the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh, his cheeks taking on the honey-glow hue Trisha recognized as a sign of embarrassment. “He did some stupid stuff. I went along with it, but you know him. He finally took it too far, and I told him off.”

  She pressed her index finger into his chest and stared at him. “Don’t hold back on me.”

  “Ugggrrr.” Ken grimaced. “I guess he was starting to get desperate. He came on to me, which was...okay, but then...” He paused, shaking his head and looking away.

  Her heart skipped a beat as excitement filled her belly all the way up to her chest. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. “Go on.”

  ‘Trish, it’s humiliating.” He scowled.

  “Oh, hell no—I’ve swallowed your cum. You don’t get to act shy or be embarrassed around me.”

  He raised his eyebrows seductively, grinning. “I guess you got me there. Okay, there was some kissing and touching...and then, I wasn’t expecting it...he took me by surprise. Before I really knew...I was in too deep.”

  “Ken!” Trisha knitted her eyebrows, insistence in her voice.

  “He blew me.”

  She gasped. “Damn it! I missed it? What a load of bullshit!”

  Ken cut his eyes at her, his nostrils flaring. “That’s the part of the story that bothers you?”

  “A blowjob isn’t new. You two have been there before so I know there is more. I’ve been lobbying for a solid triangle for a while now, and the two of you finally fuck without me there to watch?” Trisha squealed indignantly, disappointed rather than angry.

  Ken’s jaw dropped as he sat upright and then shook his head. “Hell no! We did not fuck, not that the horny asshole didn’t try. I told him to get bent.”

  “Say what?” She furrowed her brow. “Why would you reject him?”

  Ken’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? That idiot tries to use my ass to get his rocks off just because you’re out of commission, and I’m the asshole here.”

  She frowned, palming her face. “Please tell me you did not accuse him.”

  “Of course I did,” Ken answered matter-of-factly.

  “Ugh! You jackass!” She balled up her fist and pushed her knuckles into his ribs.

  “Ow! Stop.” He scooted a little further from her.

  “No wonder he showed up here looking like a kicked puppy. I’d never seen him so pitiful.”

  Ken’s expression held a hint of disbelief. “Get the fuck out of here. What are you talking about?”

  With some difficulty, Trisha scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. She gnashed her teeth and punched the side of her thigh. “Your cluelessness can be adorable, but there is a limit to how much slack I can cut you.”

  She stormed off to the bathroom and then grabbed her hairbrush before returning to the room and then ducking into the closet. She riffled through a small trunk of special, bedroom goodies, finding a pair of leather wrist restraints and a black and chrome trimmed case. She smirked, thinking of the little surprise she had inside for Ken. After returning to the bed, she set the box and brush on the mattress and tossed the cuffs to Ken.

  He frowned as he picking them up and shook his head. “I’m not going to spank you. You’re pregnant. Those games might not be safe.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I’d let you beat the hell out of me...besides, the cuffs and spanking are for you, sweet cheeks.”

  Ken held up the two leather wrist cuffs joined together by a small chain up in front of his face. “Seriously?”

  “Oh, yes, you have been a very bad, insensitive, young man. I’m going to tenderize you until I can wring out some emotion.”

  He pushed back the covers before fastening one of the cuffs around his wrist. “I don’t mind playing bottom but I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “I know you don’t. That’s the problem.” She walked around to his side of the bed and then helped him secure the other wrist before she walked back to the foot of the bed. She took a seat next to her big, pink hairbrush. “Come here.” She patted the mattress. Ken stood and walked to her before kneeling on the floor in front of where she was sitting.

  Trisha grabbed the sides of the thin, cotton, maternity gown she was wearing, pulling it off over her head, exposing her nakedness before sitting again. She spread her legs and patted her thigh. “Take your place across my knee with your torso on the bed, put the cuffs behind your head and don’t you dare struggle.”

  Ken laughed off her seriousness but he positioned his body as he had been commanded, leaving his muscular ass right up in the air. Gingerly, she ran her fingernails down his lower back and rubbed his rear in a circular motion before giving him a few warm-up smacks over his underwear. Ken squirmed, his cock hardening against her naked thigh. She dropped a few more preliminary swats, harder this time. Ken held strong, not uttering a sound as she peppered his butt with harder slaps.

  She placed her palm on top of one of his cheeks, checking the warmth. Nope, the temperature wasn’t high enough yet. She wanted it piping hot before she bared him. She grabbed the hairbrush and then brought it down on his rear, landing two hard licks on each check. He stiffened but remained silent. Good for you, Ken. You stay stubborn as long as you want. It’ll give me a chance to really bust your butt.

  After placing the brush head on Ken’s warm cheeks, she rubbed the sturdy plastic over the cotton cloth before getting a tighter hold on the handle and launching her attack. She spanked his ass in quick sets of four on each cheek, repeating the pattern until she lost count. Each strike made a vicious thwacking sound as the implement hit his flesh. Trisha glanced at the mirror over the dresser, getting a good look at Ken’s expression in the reflection. His eyes were closed and his lips were pursed. He was visibly struggling not to cry out as he clenched his cheeks. A jolt of arousal dampened her pussy, and she licked her bottom lip as she set the brush aside. She rubbed Ken’s bottom with both of her hands, smiling at the increase in temperature. “How are we doing, cowboy.”

  “Just fine.” Ken’s tone was low and guttural. He had been using breathing exercises to manage the pain.

  “That’s good.” She clutched his waistband and snatched his underwear down his thighs. The sight of his inflamed cheeks, muscular and firm as they contrasted with the rest of his sun-bronzed skin, set a fire between her thighs. She clutched his tight buns, squeezing each and then softly scratching her fingernails across his skin. Ken moaned while burying his face in a pillow.

  Being in control—Ken prostrated over her lap and at her mercy—propelled an electrical current up her spine. As wetness pooled at the juncture between her legs, she clenched her belly. Her clit throbbed and tingled. He was always so cool and unflinching but not this time. She was going to bring him to tears no matter how long it took. She lifted the hairbrush up high and slammed it down on Ken’s rear, grinning in response to the subtle difference in sound the brush made against his bare flesh.

  Ken grunted, twisting his hips. She spanked the same spot hard and progressively faster until Ken finally broke, uttering a muffled curse. “Shit.” She halted the punishment, allowing his red, freshly spanked skin a short reprieve before she began to discipline the other cheek. Ken squirmed as if he could shake the heat away, but without leveling even half of the punishment she had inflicted on the first cheek, she abandoned the mildly tinted side and resumed her attack on the blistered area.

  A short whimper slipped through Ken’s lips, and she sucked in her breath. I’ll get tears from him yet! She wielded the brushing, paddling across his sit spot.

  “Shit!” He cried out, huffing.

  “Such language...” Trisha popped his ass again, hitting the same area. Ken bucked put managed not to scream this time. Disappointed, she paddled his thighs.

  “Owwww!” Ken howled, breathing heavily before adding, “What are you trying to prove?”

  “I’m tired of you pretending you don’t have any feelings. I’m going to bust your ass until you cry like a baby.” She let loose, spanking his bottom with wild abandon. She beat his butt, jumping from cheek to cheek in a fast flurry of movement. Ken squirmed and reared so much, she had to put her arm around his torso to keep him in position. “Careful! Mind the baby. Don’t kick.”

  “Sorry,” he choked out his words as he placed his feet back on the floor. “What did I do to piss you off?”

  “Don’t you know?” She rained another round of solid smacks down against his ass.

  He clenched each time the brush fell upon his flesh. “No! If I did I wouldn’t have asked! Did I not show enough emotion at the sonogram appointment? I’m super happy about the baby. Did I embarrass you?”

  She laughed. “Nah, none of that.” Staying on task, she dropped a good set of four on his rosy rump.

  “Ouch!” Ken compressed his gluts with each heavy-handed swat.

  “Should you be clenching?” She spoke in her most superior tone.

  “No.” Ken sniffled.

  “Uh huh. You deserve an extra punishment.” Trisha did her best to keep a straight face as her scheme started to fall into place. “Get up on the bed on your elbows and knees, legs as far apart as you can tolerate. Arch your back and stick your ass way out.”

  With great hesitation, Ken moved into place before turning his head to look at her. “What’s going to happen?”

  She smiled, lifting her eyebrows. “I’m going to teach you something about pain.” She winked. “And pleasure. Now face forward and don’t you move!”

  She headed to the bathroom and then grabbed a bottle of lotion to sooth Ken’s skin. She returned as quickly as she could, and then took a moment to appraise her canvas. In his undignified position, she could see all of his charms. His manly shoulders, arms, and lumbar region were muscular while his waist was slender. As instructed, he was arching back, making his yummy ass push out ripe for the picking. His uncomfortable stance left the small crevice between his tempting cheeks spread open, framing his tightly closed asshole. As anuses went, Ken’s was kind of cute, not too deep and not hairy; the puckered skin was slightly darker than the surrounding area with some hints of pink.

  As she placed the pad of a single finger on the slightly protruding tuff of flesh leading from just below Ken’s hole to his rounded sack, he sucked in his breath. She glanced at his balls and licked her lips. In such a revealing position, there was something perfect about Ken’s testicles. Like his asshole, they were slightly darker than the rest of his skin. The shape was particularly appealing, not small but not too bulbous. “Does it embarrass you that I can see this part of you, Ken?” Trisha asked, nudging at the fleshy barrier.

  “Yes,” he admitted, turning his head to look at her face. Sure enough, the sweet, telltale, honey glow of humiliation adorned his cheeks.

  “Why? You’ve seen by backdoor many times, touched it, entered it and more.”

  “That’s different.” His breathing was labored.

  “How so?” She caressed his thighs.

  “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman. I’m just a hairy dude.”

  Trisha laughed. “I’d have to disagree. Your body is as appealing to me as mine is to you.”

  “No way.” Ken shook his head.

  “It’s true, but even if you don’t believe me now, after today, I imagine, you’ll be over any insecurity.” She snickered, relishing his discomfort. After squirting a dollop of lotion into her palm, she rubbed her hands together and then caressed Ken’s ass in a slow, circular pattern. He took deliberate, short breaths, moaning as her fingertips fluttered across his well-punished skin.

  “Aww, poor baby. Your bottom is all red and bruised now,” she teased as she squirted a line of lotion across Ken’s rear. She soothed his skin from his hips to his thighs while leaning over to place a few light kisses on the worst looking spots. Delicately, she used her fingertip to scoot a bit of lotion in the crevice between his pert gluts. As she moisturized his hole, Ken clenched.

  “Trish...”

  Using her free hand, she landed a swat on his inner thigh. “No clenching. You keep everything exposed for me. If you put yourself in my hands and give me your full trust, I’ll make sure you feel lots of pleasure, but if you clench like a whiny, baby, bitch, I’ll spank you again.

  Ken sighed. “Okay.”

  She smiled. As many times as she had put herself out there to fulfill his fantasies, he was wise to agree; otherwise, she would have brought down a vicious, hormonal wrath on him. “Good boy,” she praised him while caressing his sack. “You have soft, smooth balls with just a little fuzz, Ken. Did you know that?”

  “Of course I know what my nuts feel like. I’m a guy. We can’t keep our hands off of our ‘nads.”

  “There’s a small thin patch of hair just below your anus. Should I shave it for you?”

  “If you want to,” he answered quickly but his voice held a hint of uncertainty.

  “Hmmm, I’ll definitely get to it another time, but for now, I have something else in mind. Here are the rules. You don’t move; you keep your hands on the mattress and your rear up in the air. No arguing or complaining but answer every question I ask honestly and without hesitation. Break any of these rules and we start your spanking all over again. Understand.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” His tone was low and nearly breathless. Trisha tilted her head to get a look at Ken’s cock. Just as she suspected, he was already hard. After unlatching the black box, she surveyed the contents: a tube of Wicked Anal Jelle lubricant and five purple, silicone anal plugs ranging in size from a two-inch long model not much wider than her thumb on up a six-incher with the girth of a well-endowed man.

  She squirted a dab of the lubricant on her finger and placed the digit on Ken’s asshole. Having relaxed his back, he arched again, presenting his opening. “Ken, has anyone else ever touched you here?”

  “Yes.”

  “Hmmm...I thought so. Was it Tommy?”

  “Trish...”Ken started, sighing and placing his forehead on the bed to hide his face. “Do you have to ask such humiliating questions?”

 

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