Triumph (The Bellator Saga Book 6)

by Cecilia London

  He leaned over to bite her lip. “Indeed we have.”

  Maybe she could turn the tables. See how far both of them were willing to go. “How about we make some more memories?” Caroline unbuttoned his shirt, stroking him through his dress pants. “It would be so very nice if you undressed for me.”

  His movements were slow. Deliberate. Curious. He was turned on. Really turned on. She wondered if he realized how intensely he was reacting to her. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his pants, boxers, and socks. Caroline gazed at his chiseled body, admiring the view. She picked his shirt up, slid it on, and rebuttoned it, rolling up the sleeves, inhaling the lingering smell of his cologne.

  “Sit down,” she ordered. She knelt in front of him, teasing his cock with her hands. “What was your one hard and fast rule when you bossed me around in bed?”

  Jack closed his eyes. She was throwing off his concentration. Good.

  “You had to keep your mouth off my dick,” he finally said.

  “What happened if I didn’t?” Caroline licked him lightly with her tongue, kneading his balls.

  He clenched his teeth. “I’d spank the hell out of you.”

  She ran her fingers up and down his shaft. “Why?”

  Jack groaned as she continued to stroke him. “Jesus, Caroline.”

  She quickened her movements. “Why?”

  “Because you disobeyed me.”

  “It’s more than that. Why?”

  “Because I didn’t want to lose control,” he said. “I was in charge. I’m always in charge.”

  He had some damn good self-awareness for a man in the middle of a hand job. “Stunning analysis, Mr. McIntyre.” Caroline took him in her mouth for a moment, as he continued to growl. He put his hand on the back of her head and she pulled back, slapping it away. “Oh no,” she said. “No touching. You just get to watch me suck you off.”

  Jack wrapped his fingers around the top of the mattress. “You win, baby. I get your point. Okay?”

  She could indulge him a little. She climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply. He pressed inside her and she moaned, temporarily losing her concentration. He did it several more times until she clawed his back. She could fend off his sneak attack. “Oh, we can’t have that, Jack. You don’t get to misbehave. Not tonight.” Caroline knelt down on the floor, wrapping her lips around him again. It didn’t take long before he was pushing up, trying to thrust into her mouth. A signal that he wanted to be inside her. Subtle but not quite enough.

  She tried to keep going, to finish what she started. She was strong but Jack was stronger, and probably always would be. One little movement, her pulling back and him reaching for her, and she was on his lap again. He wrapped one arm firmly around her waist, using his other hand to grip the back of her neck.

  “Don’t move,” he said.

  She could pretend to struggle. Bat at his hands, scratch at his fingers. Play a false game of resistance. Caroline swatted at his arm, and he gripped her tighter.

  “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” he hissed.

  Maybe. I don’t know.

  Yes.

  Definitely yes.

  The dream during the flight. That damn dream. It had triggered it all, told her what she needed the most. What she had to ask for. The revelation threw her off and she was distracted enough for him to drive her hips downward onto him, forcing her to feel his length.

  “Isn’t it?” he repeated.

  What happened when longing trumped caution? She tried to push away from him. “Jack, please.”

  “You can pretend to be in control but this is what you’ve wanted. All night,” he breathed, pushing himself deeper inside her.

  He felt so good. So safe. So hers. So Jack.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  If she said the word, he would. But she remained silent. It was still too much. Her mouth stayed shut and her body reacted of its own accord. Caroline tried to squirm away but he was too strong.

  “Do you?” he repeated.

  He moved her up and down on top of him until she collapsed against his shoulder. He was going to get what he wanted. They both would. She couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

  “No,” Caroline whispered.

  “Everything I am, everything I have is yours,” Jack said quietly. He moved smoothly, almost softly. Never quite pulling out and never quite going deep. Unhurried movements meant to tantalize as much as tease. “This is yours. This belongs to you. I belong to you.”

  Caroline tugged at his hair. “I know.”

  “Is this what you want? I could do this all night and not get tired. Unlike you I have plenty of self-control. I’m not going to be finished for a good long while.”

  She gave him a fierce look, even though there were tears in her eyes. Caroline took his hands in hers, trembling as she moved his palms toward her backside. “You know what I want.”

  “Say it.”

  He wasn’t going to make this easy, was he? It was her own fault for not figuring it out sooner. Her dreams always meant something, whether it was her subconscious playing on her guilt or feeding her unfulfilled yearnings. She’d spent most of the day hoping he’d catch on, take the lead. But that was irresponsible. Jack was never going to do what she wanted unless she asked for it directly. She closed her eyes.

  “You’re just going to make it worse for yourself,” he said.

  Or not. Maybe she could push it again. Caroline didn’t say anything.

  “Stand up,” he said.

  She stumbled backward from the bed, managing to stay on her feet.

  Jack patted his knee. “You know what to do.”

  She eyed his erection. “Jack-”

  “Do as I say.”

  She stepped forward and he grabbed her arms, pulling her across his lap, groaning again as his dick was now flush with her stomach.

  Caroline liked that feeling, his skin against hers. Even if he wasn’t inside her, he was touching her. The way he was positioning her led her to believe he wasn’t opposed to the sensation either. She rubbed against his cock, feeling her own wetness.

  Jack grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. Gently, but with that touch of alpha that drove her crazy. “It’s my turn to tease you. Stop that.”

  “No.”

  He pinched her ass and she yelped. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? This is what you’re afraid to say out loud.”

  “Yes.”

  He pulled his shirt up over her hips. “Did I ever tell you what it does to me when you wear my clothes?”

  “I can show you what it does to me if you let me get on my knees again.”

  Jack eased a finger inside her. “What did I tell you about focusing on yourself?” She tried to twist closer to his hand and he pulled out, caressing her thighs. “No. You have to wait.” He fondled her ass again. “You’ve been naughty.” Caroline squirmed against his erection. He tugged at her hair before brushing the back of his hand across her cheek. “Stop, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

  “Jack-”

  “You can do it,” he said, the sudden tenderness of his touch a delicate reminder that if she needed him to stop, all she had to do was say so. But she wanted him to keep going. She just couldn’t say it out loud.

  I can’t. She shook her head back and forth.

  He slapped her ass. “Tell me.”

  She couldn’t fight it anymore. She could force out a few words. Maybe then she’d get what she needed. “This. I want this.”

  Jack thrust two fingers inside her and she cried out. “I’ll give you this but I know you want more.” Caroline grasped at the sheets but couldn’t find enough material to grab onto. He handed her a pillow. “Use this, baby. Say the words and I’ll give it to you.”

  She threw her arms around the pillow as he slid one, then two, then three fingers inside her. She closed her eyes, raising her ass up to meet his hand, moaning.

  “Tell me. Or I won’t do it.” He pulle
d his fingers out of her, sliding one digit over her ass crack, teasing her there. “And I won’t make you come, either.”

  “Jack,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  “Say it.”

  She couldn’t resist anymore. The dam was broken. “Spank me,” she said softly.

  “What was that?”

  Oh, he’d heard her. He just wanted to force her to repeat it. “I want you to spank me.”

  Jack pressed his lips to the small of her back, lingering there for a moment. “Good girl. Was that so hard?”

  “Please,” she begged. “Please do it.”

  He smacked her bottom lightly to quiet her, using his other hand to smooth back her hair. “You’ll get what you need, sweetheart. But we’re going to do it differently tonight. You have to tell me to keep going after each one. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” He leaned closer to her ear. “Don’t ask for more than you can handle, Caroline. I’ll stop anyway if I think you’ve had too much. You’ve already done so well, and I don’t want to undo any of it. Are you ready?”

  She put her head down, and as he brought his palm down hard on her backside, she squealed.

  “That was one,” Jack said. “Was that okay?”

  Dominant to caretaker alpha and back again. Maybe she wasn’t the only one having issues with what she really wanted. “Harder,” she said.

  He brought it down again, and she buried her face in the pillow.

  “Two,” he said. “More?”

  Was she expected to verbalize, or would physical cues be enough? More meant heightened awareness, increased skin sensitivity, being overwhelmed by sensation instead of prudence. Rediscovering this part of her sexual identity was a gamble. It incurred a risk of taking it too far, of not realizing new limitations. But her husband would protect her, even from herself.

  He got to ten before tears sprang to her eyes, more as release than anything else. Jack massaged her aching behind. “Is that enough?”

  Clearly her physical response wasn’t a suitable answer. “No,” she said shakily. “More.”

  “Come here,” he said, pulling her up until she was straddling his waist. She winced as her ass made contact with his legs. “I think we’re done. You’ve been shaking like a leaf for the past three.”

  “I have?” She leaned into his neck.

  “Yes,” Jack said. “Are you all right?”

  He didn’t ask out of curiosity or concern. The question carried a layer of distress she hadn’t anticipated. Usually when her husband showed fear it frightened her, but this time it grounded her. Reminded her of his genuine, unpretentious goodness, even when he was pretending to be someone or something else. Relief washed over her like fresh summer rain. Caroline clung to him, weeping silently.

  “Sweetheart, that’s no way to convince me this is what you wanted.”

  She hugged him tighter, doing her best to reassure him with actions instead of words. He needed to know he’d absolutely done the right thing. “It was. Thank you.”

  “Why did you ask me to do that?”

  “You know why. You want me to say it out loud, too?”

  “Yes.” Jack cradled her closer. “Otherwise you’ll make me think I made a giant mistake.”

  Caroline pulled back to face him. “I know that no matter what you do to me in bed, you’d never really hurt me. You’re my protector.”

  He started to speak and she cut him off.

  “You have always protected me,” she said firmly. “And I always liked it when you smacked my ass. That stupid damn dream. That’s what did it.”

  “You’re such a debauched woman,” he said.

  It was nice to know she could comfort him so easily. “You know you love it.”

  Jack kissed her lightly. “That wasn’t the only thing you wanted tonight, was it?”

  She blushed. “No.”

  He teased her clit. “What, then?”

  Maybe he wouldn’t make her say it out loud. “What’s the one thing I always want after you do that to me?”

  “Are you sure?”

  Caroline wiped the tears from her eyes. “They did give us that little gift basket for perverts. There’s no reason not to.”

  “You are a naughty girl.”

  He’d gotten the reference. He loved fucking her in the ass after a good spanking. She loved the way it felt and he loved that final bit of sexual dominance at the end of an intense experience. But he’d always use a condom. It made him last longer and kept him ready in case he decided to go a second round.

  “We’ve never even tried since we got back together,” she said. “I was afraid you’d say no if I asked. I miss it. Please?”

  “Maybe if you beg a little more.” He dipped a finger inside her. “But you get this first.”

  Caroline tried to wriggle away from him. Like she gave a shit about an orgasm. She wanted him inside her. In the most intimate of places. “I don’t care about that.”

  “But I do. Plenty of time, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her clit, darting his finger in and out of her. “Let me do this for you.”

  She buried her face in his neck. It took too much energy to protest.

  “You never need that much convincing. Do you, baby?” Jack tugged at her hair when she whimpered. “So quickly already? Someone gets excited by a good spanking.” She bit at him and he quickened his pace. “My little tiger,” he whispered.

  “You’re such an asshole sometimes,” she gasped. “You’re distracting me.”

  “You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he asked. “You want this. So badly. Tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Please don’t stop.”

  “That’s not what I want to hear.”

  “I love you, Monty.”

  He slid his fingers inside her slowly. Twisting, turning, going deeper. “Try again.”

  “Oh fuck,” she said.

  “That will definitely happen later. But for now...” Jack pulled his fingers out and she shuddered. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  “I don’t – I don’t know.”

  “Say my name.”

  What would it take for him to start touching her again? “Jack-”

  “Who always gives you what you want, even when you’re afraid to ask for it?”

  “You, Jack. Only you.”

  He slid his fingers inside her and began massaging her clit with his thumb. “Try again.”

  “Always you. Only you. Please make me come.”

  Her thighs started to shake and Caroline squealed against his jaw, throwing her arms around his neck.

  “Yes,” he said softly. “That is definitely what I like to hear.”

  She held on to him, muffling her cries with his neck, scratching her fingernails across his upper shoulders as he continued to caress her clit. It was too much. Even with everything he’d already done to her, it was too much. She reached down to still his movements and he threw her on the bed, grasping her wrists in one hand.

  “You don’t get to stop at one,” he said.

  Caroline closed her eyes as he brought his lips to hers, his fingers still inside her. Jack broke their kiss and started to work his way down her body, teasing her through the Oxford material of his shirt.

  “Oh no,” she whined. “No more.”

  “Much more.” He blew lightly on her clit. “Mine. All mine.”

  He teased her with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, using them all to bring her to the height of ecstasy again, until she felt lightheaded. Caroline pulled at his hair. “Stop,” she gasped. “Please stop.”

  “That’s all?” he asked, sounding disappointed. “That was nowhere close to ten.”

  “It was definitely more than one. That’s all I can take. Give me a minute.”

  “No time to rest,” Jack said, rolling her over. “Get ready. I might have to do that again.”

  Could she handle another orgasm? Caroline rose unsteadily to her hands and knees. Jack grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom and knelt behind her, caressin
g her ass. “You’re bright red.” He gave her a little slap. “Did you like that? All of it?”

  “Yes.”

  He squeezed some of the lube onto his finger, rubbing it along the crack in her ass. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes, Jack. Please.”

  “Say it.” He pushed his finger inside her slowly, helping her muscles relax. It felt illicit, forbidden. And it had been so long since she’d had anal sex that she’d forgotten how good it felt. Doing it was one thing. Saying it out loud was another.

  “Please fuck me there,” she said.

  He pulled his finger out. “Tell me,” he said quietly. “You should never feel any shame in admitting what you want.”

  When he spoke with such encouragement, such lack of judgment, she couldn’t do anything except blurt out the truth, blunt thought it was. “Please fuck me in the ass.”

  “That’s my girl.” He removed the condom from its package and slid it on, applying more lubricant to the outside, squeezing an even more generous amount onto her tight opening. He positioned himself behind her, teasing her first with his fingers, then his cock.

  “Don’t make me wait any more,” she whispered.

  Jack entered her, testing it out, letting her relax for him, until she let out a pleasurable cry. He moved in and out of her gently, using one hand to hold her steady, the other to caress her clit.

  “You like that, baby?”

  As if the heavy breathing weren’t enough of an indication. “Please don’t stop.”

  “You always say that, and I’ve never stopped once.”

  Her arms started to shake and she buried her face in the sheets, overstimulated from the many orgasms he’d given her. “Please, Jack.”

  He slid his finger over her clit again, and she grabbed onto the pillow, imploring him to keep going. He was close, so close. But he was waiting for her, teasing her until she was begging for release. Jack placed a steadying hand on her hip. “Let it go, baby. Come for me again.”