"Derry? Darlin'? Where'd you put my new socks?"

Derry tossed her head, sending her long chestnut tresses flying. "I dunno, Jake. I never claimed to be much of a housewife. Now give me someone to shoot and I'm your girl, no doubt about it."

"Cassssidddyyy…" Davenport drawled her former nickname.

"All right already," Derry said with an exasperated sound. "Jesus Christ, give a man two kids and he thinks he owns you."

Davenport raised his left eyebrow expressively. "Derry, my darlin' girl, all I want are my socks. I don't think that's *too* much to ask."

"You wouldn't, would you? I mean, you're not the bloody fool who has to keep track of them, are you?"

"Aren't you overreacting just a little? They *are* just socks, y'know."

"I know that," Derry said with a moue of distaste. "The truth is…"

"Yes?"

"…I forgot where I put 'em."

"But they're brand new."

"I know."

"I never even got a chance to wear 'em."

"I said I *know*, Jake. Let's just assume that they've gone missing and there's nothing we can do. How can I make it up to you?"

"Buy me new ones?" he asked hopefully.

"Try again."

"Cook?"

"Funny. Next."

"Ummm…" Davenport glanced both ways to see if the twins were anywhere around. "Where are the kids?"

"They're at school, you great hulking beast. Did you forget that's where they usually go during the day?" Derry's tongue was wicked today, but that was fine with Davenport. He *liked* Derry's sharp tongue.

In fact, a good argument served as foreplay more than once. It stirred the circulation. Not to mention it made him hot.

"Wanna play?"

Derry smiled, that slow, sensual smile that drove him absolutely crazy. "Can I use my whip?"

"Darlin', you can do anything you want to me. I'm yours."

"And don't you bloody well forget it."

That was how Davenport found himself tied to the bed, padded leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. "These feel good," he said, feeling his cock stir.

"Stop that. Or I won't be responsible for my actions."

"Uh huh."

Davenport was naked. Derry, on the other hand, wore a tight-fitting leather teddy that pushed her breasts over the top of an already overtaxed bodice. She smacked her palm with what appeared to be a short riding crop. Derry called it her whip because she used it to whip Davenport into a frenzy before she allowed him to come.

"I think the bottom's missing on that thing," Davenport said, aroused by the sight of his wife's naked bottom peeking out from under the soft, supple leather.

"Had a feeling you'd like that," Derry said with a smirk.

"Not half as much as I'd like to bury my dick up your ass," Davenport whispered hotly.

"Mmm…" Derry twirled her whip across the tops of her breasts, the velvety suede tips of the leather strings teasing her nipples into sharp peaks. "I'll take it under consideration."

"You are going to let me fuck you, aren't you, Cassidy?"

"Maybe," she said coyly. "Maybe I'll fuck *you*."

"You wouldn't."

"We'll see."

Davenport studied his wife under hooded eyes as she approached him. She knelt on the bed and dragged the leather tendrils over his increasingly engorged cock. "God, that is so hot."

She continued to tantalize him for a few minutes, making sure that he had a clear view of her ample breasts. Then she dangled the leather whip over his nipples, the strings damp from his own juices.

Derry kissed him and Davenport strained against the restraints in an effort to pull her breasts closer. "Is this what you want?" she asked huskily, pushing the leather bodice down to expose the rest of her top.

Davenport eagerly sucked a nipple into his mouth. Derry groaned in anticipation of what was to come, her pussy growing moist as she straddled her husband's lower body.

"Take my hands out of these cuffs, baby," he growled. "I want to spank that ass."

Derry squirmed atop Davenport and released his wrists. Turning her back on her husband, she straddled him again, this time presenting him with a perfect view of her ass.

He molded his hands to her buttocks, warming them, squeezing them, and finally, pinching them. Longing to take a truly deep breath, Derry unzipped the sides of the teddy and threw it on the carpet. "Aw, darlin', I like that thing."

She wiggled appreciatively as his finger slid down the crack of her ass. "Ha! You like *this* thing better."

"Ain't that the truth, darlin'."

He poured a generous dollop of lube into his hands and then smoothed it down the length of his generously-sized dick. Testing her with a slick finger, he asked, "You ready, baby?"

"Are you?" she laughed over her shoulder.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that."

"I'll bet you do. Now move. I want you inside me."

Slowly but surely, Davenport pushed his massive erection into her narrow channel. He hesitated, not wanting to hurt her, but Derry shifted impatiently. "Fuck me, Jake."

He thrust inside her and her body rocked forward with the force of it. "Oh, yeahhhh…" she moaned.

Davenport slapped her left buttcheek, then her right, leaving a bright red imprint of his hand on each side. The blows were stinging his hand, but he didn't mind. Derry enjoyed being spanked as long as he fucked her, too.

Eventually he stopped, his hands as hot and red as her buttocks. He grasped her hips in his hands and began to fuck her in earnest, the rhythm itself hypnotically challenging him to come.

Derry sighed her pleasure at being taken this way, her satisfaction growing closer by the minute. When she felt Davenport's balls tighten under her, she retrieved her whip and lubed the handle, which was as smooth and slender as a wand. Gently inserting it into Davenport's opening, she hit his prostate on the first try.

Davenport bucked and came, his hot come filling her snug passage until it overflowed and trickled out onto his abdomen.

She squeezed her nipples with the precision of someone who knows what she likes and came, even as her husband's cock still twitched and jerked inside of her. Falling forward onto her hands, she groaned, "Oh, dear God, Jake, that was good."

"You're telling me," he laughed. "But what did you put in my ass?"

She produced her whip with a flourish, indicating the slim, narrow handle. "This."

"Mmm…you can fuck me anytime, darlin'."

She tossed the whip aside and began cleaning both of them with a towel she'd brought to bed. When she was done, Davenport pulled her into his arms and held her. She snuggled under his chin in a manner that completely belied the way she acted outside of bed. In truth, Derry could only be this vulnerable with the man she loved.

No one else got a piece of her ass.

Just like no one else got a piece of her heart.

"Jake?" she asked sleepily. "You still want those socks?"

"Nah. Darlin', you're the only thing I want keeping my feet warm."

End