Her orgasm exploded inside her. What had happened several seconds before that was nothing but a precursor to the detonation shredding through her at the speed of love.
Love.
That’s what got her there. Not just the sex, not just the domination, his control over her.
It was his love for her, for them, for their fantasies that ignited something inside her she knew she’d been missing.
He didn’t judge her or ridicule her desires. Her needs.
Making them happen became something they did together.
Pleasure explored as one being, one unit. One soul.
He laid her down on the desk since her arms had gone limp at some point. Tucking her in, he protected her and kept her safe while he shallowly thrust inside her now sloppy sex.
“I love you, my wife,” he whispered to her as her entire body shivered.
Smiling.
That’s the last thing she coherently remembered for a little while.
He petted her skin, spoke to her in hushed tones. Cleaned her up somehow but the logistics were a bit fuzzy around the edges.
Satisfaction buzzed in her veins as he moved her to the nice soft rug in the middle of the room. He shoved all of her office stuff to one side as he got them settled and grabbed a blanket she kept in a closet for chilly days.
Covering them, he pulled her into him, cradling her head on his arm as he stroked her face.
After several minutes she got her eyelids to cooperate and open. “How?” she asked, and then cleared her throat since the single word came out a bit of a croak.
He brushed hair off of her forehead and she grinned up at him. “How what, my wife?”
“How did you know this was exactly what I needed?”
“A little birdie told me sex is the cure for shitty Thursdays.”
A giggle slipped out. Half from his joke and half because she’d just come so hard she saw stars. Galaxies.
Kissing her nose, he hugged her to him again. His touch on her skin. Gentle. Rough. Perfect. That’s what it was. Just perfect.
“I know what you need. What we need. It’s hard for me to trust that knowledge sometimes, but I think it’s getting easier. I trust myself more with you. Trust the monster.”
“My monster,” she added, as her body jerked with aftershocks.
“He is most definitely yours. You call to him and he can’t ignore you. Not anymore.”
“Good.” She kissed his chest, more pleased with his words than she could properly process in her current state of cock drunk. She giggled again.
“Penny for your thoughts, you dirty girl.”
“The desk. It’s going to take a package of those bleach wipe things to get all the pussy juice off.”
“Fuck that.” He shook his head. “That’s not getting cleaned up. That was so incredibly filthy. We need some kind of trophy and I can’t think of anything better than you walking in here every morning and knowing exactly what happened tonight.”
Struggling up on her elbow, her mouth went slack. “You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
“But the cleaning crew will—”
“Clean it eventually. I know.” He pulled her back down to his chest and she went oh so willingly. “But until then it stays, babygirl. Got it?”
“Got it.” She waited two seconds. “Daddy.”
“Oh fuck. Sooooo dirty. Best sex ever.”
“Ever,” she agreed as she ran her fingertips along his skin.
Hers.
He was hers.
And this was her life.
A small chuckle shook his frame and she looked up to see his smile.
“What?” she laughed, not having a clue what he was about to say and more than a bit scared.
“I was right. You were a bit loud.”
She laughed harder. “I did tell you to bring a gag.”
Pulling her fully on top of him, he tucked the blanket around them both and hugged her close. “Next time, my love. And you know what?”
Aslan folded her arms on his chest and stared at the man she would love until the day she died. “What is that evil glint in your eyes all about?”
Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her to his mouth, making her shiver. He spoke against her lips as she breathed him in. “Because. Now it’s my turn…”
About Jennifer Kacey
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Elite Warrior Series, Members Only Series and the Surrender Series along with an ever growing list standalone novels and novellas. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less. Connect with her on twitter @JenniferKacey and Facebook. And don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter so you can hear about all of her new releases and giveaways!!
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