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They always say that honesty's the best policy, right? Course they do.

My mind had been a whirl for two weeks now. My loving boyfriend was away in Spain, traveling the country and studying abroad. But you know this already. What you don't know is what he and I did after he came back.

And it was, quiet literally, as soon as Jordan's plane touched down. We both live in Arkansas, I'm sure you heard of the state. Country rednecks around every driveway and houses full of shotguns and search warrants. Well think what you like, its a state just like all the others I suppose. I won't lie, I'd like to steal Jordan away from the small state and take the two of us somewhere else. New York maybe, where the night life is much more... vibrant. But I digress. After his plane touched down, that's where I was.

I saw him off to Spain and I was there when he came back. He came through security, I could see his panda head from across the room. I could always pick him out in a crowd. There was just something about him. His well built body maybe, or his cute little ears. I felt my heart pick up speed as he came closer to me, and I gripped my pockets with my paws.

He came through the last security checkpoint, a duffel bag over his shoulder and a tired look on his face, and it was all I could do to not run across the terminal and fling my arms around him. I was, quite literally, bouncing up and down with excitement. But then he saw me as he came through the last security check point, and his white cheek flared with red.

Now I half ran, half fast walked to him, and now threw my arms over his shoulders. His own strong arms were around my middle in a flash, and he picked me up off the ground, hugging me to him. I moaned into his neck, feeling my eyes sting with tears of joy, and I gripped his neck hard. My heart was beating double time now, and as Jordan set me down I pulled my face out of his neck, my eyes still brimming.

I kissed him now, taking my paws from his back to his face, and stood on my toes. I realized now just how bad I'd missed him. For two weeks he'd been across the ocean, hopelessly far away from me. But now he was safely back. Against my lips, his own lips were like a fire, and my heart was hammering my chest like a drum. His paws held me to him, his lips pressed and worked over mine, and his body pressed against my slim frame. I was indescribably happy.

* * *

I had driven to the airport and took Jordan back home after we left. The day outside was clear and cool, and the weather was warm. Not to hot like it usually was, but a cool breeze type of day. I drove with the windows down and the radio on.

"The pictures you sent me were great," I said as we drove.

"Thanks," he said with a smile.

"I'm serious," I said with a smile of my own, "The country side, the city, man! It was gorgeous baby!"

"Thanks babe," Jordan smiled wider, his cheeks a red blush.

I looked at him as I came to a red light, bitting my bottom lip. "You so fucking cute!" I said with a small squeal.

"Thank you," he blushed even harder, and I gripped the steering wheel, giggling like a school-girl.

My red-light changed to green and I sped up, then was zipping back down the street in my car. Like I said it was a grand day outside. Although I wasn't at all interested in the day overhead. It had been two weeks since I'd seen Jordan, and I was bone dry. And by bone dry, I of course mean bone dry from no sex. It had been killing me. Two weeks without him was bad enough, but two weeks without sex was total overkill.

"So hey," as we slowed down to take a corner, I said, "Look behind your seat real fast for me."

"Okay," Jordan turned in his seat, then looked behind him.

"Should be a bag back there," I said. "That's for you."

"Oh geez you bought me stuff babe?" he asked. He came back up front with said bag in his paws.

"Yes I did," I said with a small smile. "Dig around in there."

"Oh dam," he was already in the bag at my suggestion, and pulled out the first thing I had wanted him to really find. A finely made black leather harness. He looked at the harness and then at me. I glanced at him, one paw on the wheel and the other paw playing with my hair. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He looked back at the harness, then sighed.

"Oh Tristan," he said quietly. "This is going to be fun."

"Oh," I gripped the steering wheel, a small shudder of anticipation running through me. "I hope so," I said.

Jordan went back into the bag, setting the harness in his lap, and came out with the second thing I'd bought him.

"Oh my god babe!" his voice picked up and smiled wide. He had taken a small stuffed panda from the bag, and gaped at it, a smile on his face. "Look at his wittle face!" his voice was music to my ears, and I took my paw from my head and put on his shoulders.

"I'll be honest with you, I won that little sucker from the crane machine in the back of my work," I said.

"He's adorable!" Jordan squealed now, and I beamed. It brought me the best kind of pleasure to see him happy.

* * *

When our ride home was complete, Jordan and I wasted little time in getting to my bedroom and closing the door. The house was empty, save for Jordan and I of course, and I had the day off. As soon as my door shut with a snap, Jordan pulled me to him and kissed me. The warmth in his lips spread from my own lips to my toes, and I put my paws to his chest. He hugged me to him, his arms around my slim body, and kissed me with a rough passion that I loved and was accustomed to. He gripped my body hard and pressed his lips to me harder, but I kissed him back and gripped the neck line of his shirt, moaning softly all the while.

When he broke apart, he kept me pressed to him, but whispered,

"Oh I want to fuck you so bad."

I let out something that was between an "Oh" and a hushed moan, and shuddered again with anticipation. I was so horny, so hot, and so _ready _to get bent over and fucked.

Jordan kissed me again, but this time I pressed my lips firmly to his, and put my paws to his face. I went slowing with my kisses, caressing his cheeks with my thumbs. We worked well together, he and I. His rough but loving side and my quiet and passionate side made for a fantastic combination in the bedroom, and I was fully convinced that after our first fight, the make up sex would be fucking amazing.

We came apart again, and Jordan let me go as I pulled away from him. Yes he does take role as the dominate in our relationship, but he still lets me play with him from time to time. He enjoys the head I give him also, which is why I'm allowed such freedom in the bedroom. He also moans and groans when I kiss his naked body, and run my soft paws down his legs and arms. His body is a temple to my eyes, and I love looking at him. Even if he's clothed, his total eye candy for me, and I really can't keep my paws off him, let alone behave in public.

That's where the whole "Master and slave" thing comes into play with the two of us. We keep good communication in our relationship, and it pays off in the bedroom. Were hornet with each other, we don't lie or sneak around, and in the end everyone wins. But I'm rambling right now, so let me get back to it.

His dominative role. I admire it. He stays so cool and calm when were in public, but he pays good, close attention to me. If I curse at him, he takes note. If I say something he doesn't like, he takes note. Then later, in the bedroom with the door closed, I take any punishment he picks. I'm not talking about getting slapped around or choked or all that business. I'm talking about getting teased and played with, then bent over the bed and fucked so good I can't walk straight the next morning.

My role as slave, or submissive. I don't really care much for the word slave, although that's a title you could apply to me. Submissive is better I suppose. And I do as it sounds, and submit. I still have my total freedom like I said earlier, and I don't ever do anything I don't want to. Jordan knows my limits, he knows what I'm game for, and what I'll say no to. Like I also said, he listens and takes notes. And in the bedroom, we both let off steam, and vent about what's been going on, and we get out all the stress and the tension and the knots and snags. And we do all that venting and stress-reliving by having sex, of course.

It had been two weeks, and as I stepped away from Jordan, I pulled down my pants. I stepped out of said pants and kicked them away, then pulled off my shirt. Jordan dropped his own gym shorts and tugged off his shirt, and I let out a soft breath at seeing his naked body again. It had been two weeks, bear in mind, and I was still dry as fuck. But I put a paw on his tummy, trailing my fingers to his left side, then stepped away from him. Around my bed I dropped quickly down, taking a hold of my collar, and came back up with it.

I tugged on my collar and then looked back at Jordan. He was fiddling with his new harness, and I stepped over to him. My collar leash hung in front of me, and I stepped up to Jordan, putting my paws on his chest.

"Here, turn around," I told him. He turned around and I pulled at his harness straps, hooking everything together over his back, and I turned him back around when I was done.

"Fit good?" I asked.

"For my size yeah," his even but just-deep-enough voice made me tingle, and I swallowed.

He took a hold of my leash, making sure to brush my crotch with his fingers, and I swallowed again. I was already on fire, and I put my paws to his chest. I leaned in, giving him a light kiss on the lips, then I left his lips to kiss his neck. From there I went slowly down, kissing his neck, then his collar bones, then his tummy, and then I reached his manhood. He was standing at attention, like he always did when I was around, and I licked my lips.

I took him slowly at first, being gentle. He had my leash in his paw, and wrapped enough of the leather length around his paw to where he could pull up once and I would come up with him. So I went slowly over his erection, enjoying the way it tasted on my tongue and cheeks. I went down on him, pushing him far into my mouth, moaning. I kept my paws on his thighs, feeling the strong muscles under my fingers.

I speed up slowly, enjoying him after such a dry spell. I was horny in my own right, but having him in my mouth was what I really wanted. I sucked him gently, working him easily and going as far down as I could manage. He had a lot to offer with his manhood, which I generally attributed to his husky body type. He was gorgeous though, and I could never take my eyes off of him. He was, like he often said, "big where it counts."

"Oh my god," above me Jordan moaned, giving my collar and leash a light tug. I sucked him harder, loving the way he pulled at me.

"Oh god," he responded to my sped with a another moan. I sucked him harder, swallowing him with each suck, but slowed down a put a paw to his length. I stroked him quickly, licking his tip with my eager tongue to get all the pre-cum.

"Oh fuck," another tug on my collar made me suck him faster. I swallowed again, tasting more pre in my mouth, and put my paws on his thighs. I sucked hard and fast, my face bobbing back and forth on his thick erection.

"Geezes Tristan!" I was pulled away suddenly, and my tongue came out of my mouth as I gasped. I panted, looking up at Jordan. He looked down at me, my leash wrapped around his paw.

"Is it good?" I asked quietly. I kept my paws on his thighs, and stretched my tongue to lick at his tip.

He let me lick him with a moan before answering. "Yes," he said with a moaning breath.

I swallowed before I went down on him again, putting his tip in my mouth and sucking hard. I moved my head left and right, keeping his tip in my mouth, then let him go with a pop.

"Fuck!" he pulled my leash up and this time I came off of my knees. He snaked his free arm around my waist and pulled me to him, a pleased smile on his face.

"You like it?" I whispered softly.

"Oh yeah," Jordan said. I bit my bottom lip before he kissed me. He took his paw from my waist and put it on my side, kissing me with a rough passion.

I moaned when we pulled away, but Jordan kept a firm hold on my leash. He took his paw from my side and put it quickly to my neck, then pushed me back. I stepped back into my wall with a light thump, and Jordan kept his easy paw over my neck. Like I said he knew what I could take, and he didn't ever hurt me.

"Your such a good slave," he said.

"Thank you," I said in reply.

"But I really missed you, and I really want to fuck you," Jordan said.

"Please!" my answered was more like a cry, and I closed my mouth quickly. "I mean," I spoke softly now, "I want you to fuck me. Please it's been so long! I want you so fucking bad!"

"Oh I know you do," he whispered. His lips closed to distance to mine in another rough but passionate kiss. I moaned against his lips, my paws pressed to his chest and we kissed.

When he came away from me, Jordan whispered,

"Now be good a turn around so I can fuck you from behind."

I let out a moan in response, but turned around and pressed myself to my bedroom wall. Joran tugged my collar around so the leash was behind me neck. Then he pushed a paw into my back, and pressed his groin to my butt. "Oh fuck I missed you babe," he said.