I arrived home late from work that night. It had to have been at least 9 o'clock. I had stopped at the liquor store and then by a couple of fast food restaurants to pick up supper.

The house was dark when I pulled into the garage. Hmmm. Hando must be out with The Guys.

Damn.

I needed a good dose of him. Hell, I'd even bought myself some Chinese food just to piss him off. Haven't any of you ever done that? Pushed the buttons? They're like the box of chocolates that Forrest's mom teaches us about...you never know what you're gonna get.

I shucked my clothes in my bedroom - not noticing that the back door was unlocked and slightly ajar. Solitarily, I ate my supper in the kitchen. I put his hamburger in the oven to keep it warm in case he was hungry when he come home. If he came home.

Bourbon and coke - that was my choice for the evening. If I couldn't use Hando to take the edge off my incredibly frustrating day, I usually found my solace in a good stiff drink. Stiff. Yeah, if Hando were there with me, he'd be stiff. Hard - like Plymouth Rock. I shivered, goose pimples rampaging down my arms and up my thighs. That keenly familiar warm flush of arousal enveloped my body.

Damn him for making me feel that way!

Hmmm. My toy box or the hot tub spa - which would it be? The thought of rummaging for batteries didn't appeal to my otherwise lazy disposition - but the jets in the spa would suffice. I emptied my drink in one gulp and made my way to the back door.

What tha....The door was unlocked and OPEN! Where was my dog, anyway? I hadn't seen him since I arrived home. I jerked the door open and peered into the backyard.... There was my dog! He was lying next to the spa - where Hando was! It was about 50 degrees outside. The spa temp was probably 98 or 99.

Steam was licking and leaping into the cool night air. Hando was sitting in the corner seat, facing the doorway I still standing at. His stubbled head tossed back - eyes closed, arms resting on the sides of the tub. He looked so serene...so calm. I stifled at giggle. He had his foot propped up on the side right side of the spa. My my, what big feet you got, grandma...

Rivulets of water snaked over his broad shoulders down to the upper part of his chest, making his tattoos glisten like dark jewels in the moonlight. The slow rhythmic rising and falling of his chest told me he was either asleep or deeply relaxed...the latter of which is something I've never witnessed. My hands longed to touch the black skeletal artwork that started at the tips of his left hand fingers and traveled up his taut arm to his neck. I shifted my gaze back to his face and swiftly sucked in a breath of surprise when I found him staring straight back at me through hooded eyes. His penetrating savage orbs instantly sent a chill up my spine and a searing bolt of electricity up my thighs to my core. Such a contradiction, these emotions...and this man.

My robe fell to the ground and I found myself climbing into the spa, as if Hando willed me to without saying a word. His eyes never left me, nor did any sort of emotion play on his face. Sitting up straight, he reached out and grabbed my throat with his hand and squeezed with his fingertips. His face was tilted up so that he was staring down at me through narrowed eyes.

"You're late."

I tried to choke down a breath, but his grip on my neck was too tight. I brought my hand slowly up to his face and caressed his cheek with the back of my fingers. My gaze dropped to his lips with thoughts of biting, licking, and sucking. I licked my own bottom lip in anticipation. I traced the outline of his top lip with my middle finger. He blinked and loosened the grip on my throat. I knew he wanted me to beg to him to let me go, but I wasn't in that sort of mood.

I wanted to push the envelope...push the buttons...anything to make him push that velvety rigid cock right up into me.

I continued - wanting to see how far I could go before being chastised further. 

I shifted and trailed my fingers along the tattoos on his left arm, creating goose pimples on his skin and erect nipples in response. I had obviously caught him off guard with my delicate act of familiarity. Hando shuddered and drew in a sharp breath when my touch grazed the sensitive crease on the underside of his elbow. I suppressed a smile at my success thus far.

Leaning into him, I whispered, "Did you say something Hando?" and returned to a squatting position to see his reaction. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. I saw a flash of anger and was certain that I was to receive reprimand for not listening to The Master. My hands blindly found his knees under the warm aerated water and I began massaging and kneading my way up to my prize.

Between the intoxicating heat and jets of the spa and the steady movements of my hands, Hando had been reduced to a bowl of limp spaghetti. Well...almost all of him was...

He traced my lips with his finger, seeking entry into my mouth. I worked one, then two of his fingers with my tongue, lips, and teeth until my hands had finally reached their final destination under the water. My pussy was throbbing by that time. Since my hands were busy, I couldn't minister to myself - which only made my need all the more desperate. I stroked up and down the length and breadth of the giant rod attached to the object of my desire. Hando drew me in closer for a kiss - and that is just what it was - a simple, tender, deep kiss. Was he turning the tables on me? Did he think two could play at that game? I wasn't about to lose my upper hand in this skirmish. Hando continued the kiss at his own pace, despite my actions to make it faster, rougher. His tongue was soon exploring my mouth and intertwining with my own hungry tongue.

"Slow down." He commanded through the kiss.

I was confused, aroused, desperate for release, and frustrated at the same time. 

Since when was anything about our coupling slow? Damn him for not playing the way I wanted! This was maddening!

I complied and down-shifted my assault. I was rewarded with grunts and moans of satisfaction. Both of my breasts were cupped in his hands. He stroked my swollen nipples with his callused thumbs. It was all I could take. I had to have him inside at once. I positioned myself to guide his engorged member to my opening.

"No."

His rumbling voice almost made me come right there. I was aching and nearly insane with my need for release. Hando grabbed my wrists - to pin them behind me, I was sure. I smiled - thinking he was ready to play the game the way he was supposed to - the way I thought I needed him to. Instead, he brought my hands up to his shoulders and draped them around his neck.

I was in shock. And he loved it.

He firmly seized my hips with his paws and brought me up and down onto his shaft with one swift motion. I choked on my breath and had a wave of nausea hit me for just a millisecond. The abrupt pain of being entered so quickly by something so abundant - even though I had to have been as slick as an oil spill inside - soon melted away into an instant climax.

Hando was far from complete in his quest. In his torturous manner, he filled me to the hilt and then pulled all the way out - victoriously grinning at his achievements. He knew...I knew...I was once again under his spell - willing to do anything to have him inside me. But he was in control and I was not. That was his goal.

I was begging, pleading with him to go faster, but he would not. With every stoke, I could feel my walls becoming all the more sensitive - I was on the edge, wishing he would speed up so I could go over.

Just..............a..............little..........faster............please...........Hando.

"Wait." My Master directed.

"I can't!" I cried

"You will." He eyes drilled into mine - he was dead serious - no games. The sheer force of his voice and his eyes demanded compliance from my body and I bit my lip to obey.

I'm not sure if he saw the hurt look on my face and felt sorry for me (doubtful) or he was trying to prove that he was in charge and not to be second-guessed (most likely), he wrapped his arms around my waist. He crushed his lips to mine in a display if affection that I have never experienced from Hando before or since. His movements quickened; within seconds he was erupting inside me, filling me with his seed as my sleeve milked every last bit of cum out of him.

His growling subsided as my hoarse screams died in my throat.

Hando smoothed a lock of my hair away from my face, kissed me gently and announced, "I'm hungry. Fix me something to eat." He climbed out of the spa, and headed towards the door.

I later had the audacity to tell him how much I enjoyed our little tryst in the spa that evening. I was unceremoniously told, "Don't ever expect that again. I wasn't feeling well. That wasn't me."

Oh I'm sure...one of these days....I'll see him again...