“Please, Sir!” Landry Carran, antique shop owner and somewhat scatterbrained submissive, turned what he hoped were appealing puppy eyes toward his Dom, Detective Gage Roskam.

“Did you or did you not bake me chocolate-dipped shortbread cookies today then eat them all yourself before I got home from a particularly trying day fighting crime?” Gage was growly.

“The cookies tempted me and, besides, what has that got to do with replacing the beads in my ass with your cock?”

“Punishment, Landry. It has to do with the punishment that you’ve earned by scoffing my treats.”

“Wasn’t the blow job I gave you a treat?”

“It was enjoyable, I have to admit.” Gage reclined on the bed after thumping his pillows into an acceptable shape. “As was hearing you squeal as each of those beads disappeared into your hole.”

“The last one was big! If we had a Labrador it would want that bead to play fetch with.”

“So that wasn’t you protesting that there should be another one then? Because I’m sure I can find a more challenging set online.”

“No comment.” Landry wiggled his butt, which, thanks to his position on his hands and knees on the bed, was in Gage’s line of sight. “I need to come!”

“And I said you could, so long as you don’t touch. I am a kind and generous Dom.”

“But you won’t take the cock ring off, so how can I?”

“It’s quite the dilemma, isn’t it?”

“You’re so mean to me!”

“Are you saying you don’t deserve to be punished?”

“Well…I guess I kinda do, but the cookies smelled so good, and I had to wait for the chocolate to set, which was torture. And you already spanked me…”

“Which you enjoyed, so that doesn’t count as punishment.”

“Irrelevant. I gave you an exceptional orgasm.”

“Which you also enjoyed.”

“True, but then you locked this nasty metal beast around my poor cock and tortured me for half an hour pushing silicon beads up my…”

“I know where they are, Landry. I hope they’re pressing on all kinds of sensitive spots, driving you crazy… Come sit on my lap, I’ve got some news.”

“You want to tell me something now! You’re kidding me?”

“Nope.” Gage patted his thighs.

“But that’s going to put more pressure on my butt.” Landry crawled into position. “How am I supposed to concentrate on what you’re saying?”

“Focus, sweetheart. Focus.”

Landry shifted, groaning as the balls inside him did unspeakable things to his prostate. “Fuck me.”

“Only if you behave, listen to what I’ve got to say, and promise to bake me more cookies.”

Landry eyed his boyfriend with suspicion. “What have you done?”

“Why do you assume I’ve done something?”

“Because I know you and, now Sancha’s your boss, she tells me about all your misdemeanors.”

Gage grunted. “She’s a nark.”

“She’s my pal.”

“Since she made detective sergeant, she’s gotten way too bossy.”

“So get on and take the exam, then you’ll be equal again.”

“She retains stuff better than me.”

“You know everything you need to know inside out and back to front. I should know, I’ve drilled you often enough. You’re scared of tests.”

“Am not.”

“Are so.” Landry leaned forward to plant a kiss on Gage’s lips. “My big, bad detective is a fraidy cat.

“I think those beads can stay in you a while longer.”

Landry pouted. “I could get Sancha to arrest you for cruelty to subs.”

“When I tell her about those cookies, who do you think she’ll side with?”

“So not fair. What is it you want to tell me?” Landry gave a pained sigh. “Are you getting a new gun or something?”

“No, better.”

“Tell me! You’re such a tease.”

“Okay, if you insist.”

“Gage…”

“I’ve been asked to take part in an international exchange program, where detectives from different countries go abroad to learn new techniques and exchange ideas.”

“Oh my God! That’s fabulous. Where are you going and when and for how long and…do you even have a passport?”

“England. In three weeks’ time for two months and yes, I do.”

Landry’s heart fell. “You’ll be away for two whole months?”

“Will you miss me?”

I’m not sure I can cope without him for two whole months. Landry wanted to cry. His lower lip trembled. “I… Of course I will, but it’s an amazing opportunity and of course you have to go.” He couldn’t stop it. A tear rolled down his cheek. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing and…and…”

“Oh, love, did you really think I’d leave you here on your own?”

“I won’t be on my own. I’ll have Petey and Sorrell, Mr. Lao and, and…it’s only two months. Sixty days. One thousand, four hundred and forty hours.” I’m already sad, and he hasn’t gone yet.

“I’m not leaving you, Lan. I wouldn’t. I get to take you with me.”

“I can do it. It’s one sixth of a year is all. I can… Wait, what did you say?”

“I said you’re coming with me.”

“To England? In a plane?”

“I think it would take a while to swim over there. The Atlantic is pretty big.”

“And there are sharks and monster conger eels. You’re not kidding?” Landry searched for any sign of appeasement in Gage’s expression.

“I wouldn’t have said yes to the trip if I had to leave you here. You get to come, too. All travel expenses and hotel costs are covered. I still get my salary plus a bonus. We only have to cover food.”

Landry bounced, forgetting there was still a toy lodged in his ass. “Oh! Ooooh!”

Gage shook his head. He unlocked Landry’s cock ring. “Lift up.” He reached for the pull loop on the end of the beads then tugged. Each time one of the balls popped out of his backside, Landry gasped. When the last one came free, Gage wrapped his hand around Landry’s cock. He gave it a few quick tugs and Landry came, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his breath. As his orgasm came to a shuddering conclusion, he let his breath out in a whoosh before collapsing on top of Gage, making them both sticky.

It took a few moments for the pleasure-induced brain fog to dissipate. “But what about the store? That was great by the way, thank you for letting me come, Sir.”

“I know you like to think you’re indispensable, love, but Petey and Sorrell can handle the store just fine. Mr. Lao will keep an eye on the pair of them. He won’t let them get into too much mischief.”

Landry hugged Gage hard. “I need to let it all sink in. England! I wonder if they’re all like James Ellery over there.”

“Did you have to mention that man’s name two minutes after coming?”

“Sorry.” Landry kissed Gage’s chest. “My head’s buzzing. I’m so excited!”

“We can talk about it some more after a shower. Those beads should have stretched you nicely for me.”

Landry lifted his head enough to stare at his boyfriend. “If I was in any way cynical, I might suspect this was your plan all along. Fortunately, I have an innocent mind.”

Gage snorted. “Innocent my ass. Get your butt to the bathroom so I can fuck the sarcasm out of you.”

“Sir, yes Sir!” Landry made a run for it before Gage could decide on another spanking instead.

Even after a hot shower and another orgasm, Landry couldn’t sleep. Gage of course had had no such problem and continued to snore despite Landry drawing patterns in his chest hair.

I swear he’d sleep through a zombie apocalypse. How can he be unconscious when we’re going to England! There are so many things to plan, and I have questions, so many questions.

Random thoughts circled Landry’s mind, and he drifted into a half-sleep state where Gage was packing parachutes in case they needed to bail out of a plane, and Landry was worrying about how much underwear to pack.

He sat bolt upright. “They have stores in England, idiot!”

“Huh? What time is it?” Gage blinked awake.

“Sorry, must have been dreaming, though I could have sworn I was awake all night.” Landry checked the time. “Six o’ clock.” Gage’s alarm went off as Landry spoke.

Gage grunted. “I have to get moving. Be a love and make me some oatmeal? I have a craving.”

“I do make the best oatmeal in the world, but do you have to work? We need to talk about our trip.”

“Strangely, Seattle PD doesn’t allow me to drop everything with no notice to spend time with my boyfriend in order to discuss travel plans. We can talk after work. We both have jobs to do, though I know you’ll spend the entire day gossiping with Petey and Sorrell.”

“How very dare you! It’s like you know me or something. I have big news so of course I have to share it with my friends. They will have opinions.”

“Don’t they always? And I have to buy coffee and donuts for Sancha before I get to the precinct because my day will go much better if she’s sugared and caffeinated.”

“Which is why I love her. It’s my turn to get morning treats for everyone, too.” Landry bounced out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt then headed for the kitchen. His work commute was approximately two minutes on a bad day. Gage had to tackle traffic, so he had to shower, eat and run. Making him breakfast was a small thing Landry could do on those days Gage wasn’t hustling out the door because he was running late.

Landry measured out enough rolled oats for one person—half a cup. He never used instant oats because they turned to mush. Full fat milk made it creamy, so he put that on to simmer, sprinkling a little cinnamon into the pan. Once the milk was hot, he added the oats and gave them a good stir. Now he had to be patient—not one of his best qualities—so he bopped around the kitchen brewing coffee and sneaking blueberries from Gage’s breakfast stash.

Gage appeared in the doorway. “Ready?”

“Almost. Have to add my secret ingredients.” Landry stirred in a teaspoon of honey and a few drops of vanilla before ladling the oatmeal into a bowl. He scattered blueberries over the top before presenting the bowl to Gage with a bow. “It’s my pleasure to serve you, Sir.”

“Brat.”

“Grump.”

“You should have some of this.” Gage ate standing up. “It’s good for you and it tastes amazing.”

“You know what happens if I don’t wash out that bowl right away? That stuff sets like concrete. That’s what’s going on in your insides when you digest it. I hope you don’t have to chase any criminals today because you’ll be moving like a walrus on the beach. I’ll stick to Lucky Charms, thank you very much.”

Gage scraped the last spoonful from his bowl. “Why not eat a cup of sugar instead? And walruses are cool, have you seen the tusks on those big boys?”

“One day you will learn to appreciate the benefit of processed foods.”

“One day you’ll show your Dom some respect and not liken him to a one-ton mammal with fish breath.” Gage put his bowl on the drainer, pulled Landry close then ravaged his lips with a breath-stealing kiss. He slipped a hand into Landry’s shorts at the same time and had a good grope.

Gasping, Landry glared at Gage. “Now see what you’ve done!” He pushed his hard cock into Gage’s body. “And you won’t be here to do anything about it.”

Gage chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He gave Landry’s ass a smack. “Be good. Don’t get into any trouble today.”

“When do I ever?”

“I’m not going to credit that with a response.” Gage grabbed his travel mug, filled it from the pot then departed, leaving Landry with a smile on his face and a raging hard-on.

“You and I have a date with the shower,” Landry told his dick. “Fun times ahead!” He was looking forward to the day. He loved his job, had news for his friends, a trip to plan and Gage hadn’t told him he couldn’t touch himself. “Today is made of win! What can possibly go wrong?”