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forced her hands to stay on the table over her head. They’d had a
nice interlude, and she didn’t want to spoil their day by making him punish
her.
    Ethan pulled out of her slowly, and she gave a small
yelp when he came out. He chuckled and helped her stand.
    Before he could ask, she said, “I’m good, Sir.”
    He tapped her on the nose with his pointer finger.
“Don’t get impertinent.” His smile told her he was amused, and she lifted her
face to kiss the tip of his finger.
    He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her
to the kitchen. “I’ll man the juicer, grab what you want and bring it to me.”
    She gathered kale, parsley, apples, and pineapple,
settled them onto the counter beside the juicer, and asked, “Will I be allowed
any actual food today, Master?”
    “Do you feel I haven’t given you enough calories?”
    Sam shook her head. “You’ve given me plenty of
calories, Sir.”
    “Grab two more apples, and a tomato, and…”
    He paused and Sam asked, “Maybe some carrots?”
    “Yes, perfect. I was wishing we’d bought beets, but
carrots will work.”
    He methodically worked everything through the juicer,
and then kissed the top of her head as he handed her a tall glass of
grass-green juice. “Today will go however I say it will go, and right now, I
say you get juice.” She nodded and concentrated on drinking as much as she
could in one, long, gulp.
    “You’ll get a huge breakfast tomorrow morning.
Anything you want. I’m taking you to a highly reviewed pancake, waffle, and
pastry breakfast place.”
    Ethan cleaned the juicer as they drank, and when Sam
reached the bottom of her glass he ordered her to stand and bend over the
table.
    Sam held still as he probed her bottom with his
fingers while holding a flashlight in his other hand.
    “It’s obvious you’re sore, but I don’t see any
tearing or worrisome stretching.” He set the flashlight down and
unceremoniously inserted another plug, though thankfully it didn’t feel like
one of their largest. She grunted and had to work to relax to let the widest
part through, but once it was in, it wasn’t too bad.
    “You’ll find capri running pants, a sports bra, a
wicking shirt, and your new sunglasses on our bed. Put them on and meet me on
the patio.”
    He slathered her in sunscreen before they left on
their run, and she groaned in bliss as his large hands made sure every inch of
exposed skin was protected. 
    Her legs had mostly recovered from her early morning
pony-girl run in the great room, but she still had to work to keep up with him,
and the butt plug was a constant reminder they were in a scene. Still, the
ocean breeze and the sand under her feet felt good.
    Ethan pointed to the outdoor fridge when they
returned and said, “Drink at least one bottle of sports drink, and then you can
have as much water or sports drink as you want. Your choice.” He took a long
drink, and Sam admired his throat muscles as he swallowed.
    “I’m gonna take a shower,” he said as he wiped his
face with a towel. “You have some down time. You can shower out here, or take a
dip in the pool, but you aren’t allowed in the house.” He glanced at the
shower. “If you need to pee, you already know where to go, and the plug stays
in until I take it out.”
    He nodded towards the sunscreen, still on the table.
“If you take your clothes off and go into the sun, make sure you put sunscreen
on the spots under your clothes. Do you need anything before I head in?”
    “No Sir. Thank you.”

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Sam was relaxing naked in the pool when Ethan
returned. He hadn’t bothered with clothes, and his cock was standing at
attention. And looked shiny.
    “Rest time’s over, my beautiful wife. Join me at the
table, please.”
    Sam climbed the steps and concentrated on her posture
as her body rose from the water. The dozen steps to the table seemed to take
forever, and leaning over was harder than normal. It wasn’t so