We soon all sat in front of plates filled with delicious smelling food. As we began eating, I could tell from the looks Pete and Jackson shared that they were about to tell us something big.
Pete placed his knife and fork down and faced us, his left hand resting on Jackson’s lap under the table. “We wanted to tell you this the last time we saw you, but because you two had just started dating then, it felt wrong to bring it up.”
I suppressed the urge to ask if Pete was pregnant, and waited for him to continue.
“We’re engaged!” he exclaimed, showing off his ring with a beaming smile.
“Congratulations!” I gushed, looking at Pete’s ring, I then turned my head to Mike and felt my insides get all mushy. He was trying so hard not to cry, my precious Mike.
He looked at his little brother and Jackson, a quivering smile on his lips. “I can’t even express how happy I am that you two got together. I couldn’t see it at first, as you very well know, but you are perfect for each other. There’s no doubt there.”
“Thank you,” Pete whispered, glancing lovingly at his fiancé. “Jackson truly makes me happy.”
They shared a kiss that Mike just couldn’t watch so instead he looked at me, squeezing my thigh as we basked in this feeling of happiness. Pete and Jackson were getting married and Mike and I were bonded together forever. My life was perfect now. I’d gone from getting odd jobs, to finally having a stable one. Mike had fought to get his degree so he could make money doing what he loved and now, even with his medium abilities, he still got to do what he loved, letting me tag-along on all the adventures.
“And you complete me, baby,” Jackson whispered, making me cough loudly so they wouldn’t forget they had an audience.
“Sorry,” Pete looked sheepish. “Tell us everything about Norway and Denmark.”
And so, we did, keeping the ghost parts out of it. We mentioned the castle we’d visited, and how wonderful it seemed as a wedding venue. Maybe Mike and I would get married there one day.One could hope.Then I showed them the pictures I’d taken of the food we’d eaten, and then we ended the tale with our snow fight and it was coincidentally there that Jackson declared that we all had to go together next year. I did not trust the grin that had taken over his face. Not one bit.
“I can’t wait,” I replied, already gearing up for my next fight.
“And there’s a spa too,” Mike told them. “We didn’t get to try it this time, but it should be amazing.”
“Sounds like it with the cold weather outside,” Pete agreed. “What about the cabins? Are they comfortable enough with heating and the beds?”
We both nodded. “They’re cozy and warm, and the view is amazing,” I gushed, already longing to return, but I’d promised Mike that our next vacation would be somewhere warm. We could afford two vacations a year easily with our salary, and we even planned on stayingfor more days whenever we travelled somewhere fun, paying for the extra days ourselves.
“But enough about us,” Mike said, grabbing a spring roll with his fingers. “When are you getting married?”
I left the restaurant with a blushing Mike. Maybe I should’ve texted Jackson about where to buy more whips and not just blurted the question out before leaving. In my defense, I had pictured Mike spanking me ever since he’d threatened me with a good time as we’d left for the restaurant. Not my fault I had to make sure we had enough toys to play with, and I didn’t trust the sites I’d found myself. How would I know what would be safe to use and what would no doubt make Mike hate me?
As soon as the car door closed next to me, Mike growled, “You know this means I’ll have to punish you even more, right?”
Holy fuck. I turned to face him, likely wide-eyed and slightly manic looking. “Where the fuck did that come from? And more importantly, how can I get more of this growly Mike?”
He rolled his eyes. “Just drive.”
“Yes, sir,” I grinned, doing my very best to drive safely even with my dick straining for attention against my zipper. A growling Mike was the sexiest thing ever.
We’d barely made it inside our apartment before Mike all but slammed me against the door, claiming my mouth with his. I melted into the door, fisting his jacket as if afraid he would let me go.
“I’ve got something fun planned. Get naked and wait on the bed,” he ordered and I swore as my knees gave way.He was trying to kill me!
In my haste to get naked, I sadly lost a button on my new dress shirt, but I didn’t have the patience for small annoying buttons, so whatever. I was fully naked now, hard as a rock and also impatient as I lay on our bed, waiting for Mike to join me.
The sight of him casually prowling through the door was enough to end me.
“You’re wearing my pants!” I exclaimed, sitting up and taking him in properly. He was in my leather pants, his chest and feet bare, our whip in hand. He smirked, already fully aware of how fucking sexy he looked in them. “We need to buy more pairs,” I said, mostly to myself, and he chuckled warmly.
“I figured you wouldn’t mind?” he teased, doing a spin so I could admire his ass.
“Not one bit,” I breathed, drinking him in.
“Good, now get on all fours. You need your punishment before I fuck you.”
Now, I could lie and say that I moved gracefully and all sexy like as I got into position, but we all knew I was lying. By some miracle, I managed to get on all fours in mere seconds, making Mike laugh as he kneeled on the bed behind me. I briefly feared he would torture me a little by waiting, but he didn’t. A quick slap to my ass had me yelping in surprise. When the second hit came, I moaned, already loving it. I’d read that many had to endure it before the pleasure came, butnot with us. It seemed as once the pain had started, then the pleasure followed close behind.
