Pushing her higher and keeping her there until her entire body went limp, he knew there was no way to hold back another moment. His own orgasm felt like someone had his balls in a vice and then release, release, release.
“Fuck, yes, so damn good.”
They held one another, his strokes shallow as he pumped every drop of come from his balls. He lowered them back to the bed and Brie sighed as the cool sheets touched her back. He stared into her face. They were breathing hard but she had a grip on his shoulder and his hair he didn’t want to lose.
Hudson wasn’t surprised when she began to slip into sleep. A soft sigh and her entire body relaxed within seconds. He’d never seen anyone fall asleep so fast and it made him smile.
Rolling them to their sides, he watched her for a long time.
He didn’t think he’d fall asleep, but he did.
The sound of the oven timer woke Brie from her nap. She felt pleasantly sore and a little sticky.
The fact that Hudson was curled around her body was a bonus she truly hadn’t expected. Slipping from underneath him, she made her way into the bathroom to wash up. Clean panties and a shirt were fine to check the roast.
After she washed her hands again and gathered up her hair, she took a loaf of the homemade bread she’d frozen from the freezer. Everything she needed for salad was spread out on the counter and she started prepping it.
This time, she heard him move up behind her. Likely because he wanted her to.
“It smells amazing in here.” His arms wrapped around her stomach and he nuzzled her neck.
“Thank you.” She couldn’t stop smiling. “You realize it’s just pot roast? Nothing fancy?”
“Since I don’t believe I’ve ever actually cooked in my kitchen – though caterers have used it – and my mother never enjoyed cooking…I’m looking forward to it.”
She turned in his arms. “You don’t have someone to cook for you?”
He shrugged. “It never seemed important and I don’t like too many people in my personal space. I eat out or order something. Whatever.”
She grinned. “Then you’re likely to go into shock. We have pot roast and vegetables, bread I baked last weekend, a tossed salad, and more baklava.”
“You should give me baklava now to hold me over.”
His face was so serious it made her chuckle. She reached past him and lifted the top off the cake plate, holding the base between them. Hudson took a piece with each hand.
“You are a dangerous woman.”
With a wink, she put the dish back, and returned to chopping veggies. She could feel him watching her while he savored the dessert.
“Spit it out.”
“I’m watching your ass in those panties. I considered dropping to my knees and biting the fuck out of it because it looks that delicious but you’re holding a knife. I didn’t want to risk it.”
“You’re sweet.”
“No one has ever called me sweet. Not even my own mother calls me sweet, Brie.”
“My butt leaves the room a few seconds after I do. It’s the true trait I received from my mother’s mother. It is almost impossible to find jeans that fit.”
Moving behind her, he grabbed a cheek in both hands and squeezed.
“Round, firm, bitable.” Nudging stray hairs out of the way, he kissed her neck and ground his cock against her ass. “You have a perfect ass, Brie. It leads into curvy hips just the right size for my hands.”
He demonstrated and she put down the knife.
“Which leads to these beautiful, silky thighs that let me fuck you hard without worrying about bruising your bones.” His palms slid between her legs and pressed her thighs until she stepped out. “All of which frames this perfect pussy that sucked my ability to think out through my cock.”
When his fingers slid beneath the line of her panties and stroked her, Brie dropped her head back on his shoulder. Two fingers worked into her pussy while his thumb circled over her clit. He took his time, kissing her neck and talking to her.
“Give me another sample. Soak my fingers.”
It didn’t take long and she worried about remaining standing when she started to come.
“That’s it. You come so pretty.” Reaching up to grip her chin, he turned her face to the side and held her in place while he ate at her mouth.
When her muscles relaxed, he pulled his fingers from inside her and gave her clit a light tap. He used the tips to paint her lips before he licked them clean. He broke the kiss and locked his eyes on hers. She couldn’t fight the shiver that worked over her body.
He used his thumb and forefinger to open her mouth and rubbed the pads of two fingers over her tongue. “Suck them.” Brie closed her lips, drew on them, and stroked her tongue around the length. “Jesus. I can feel that in the root of my cock.”
She turned her body and stroked her hand down his torso. Before she could take him in her hand, he stopped her and pulled his fingers from between her lips.
“I shouldn’t have distracted you. I’ll behave.” She quirked her brow and he rephrased with a small laugh. “Alright…for now.”
He gave her ass a sharp smack and she licked her lips as he turned her back to the counter. His hands settled on her shoulders. She couldn’t help but sigh when he began to massage her again.
“You’ll let me hire someone to help you in addition to the teenager.”
Glancing up and back, she shook her head. “Hudson…”
“It wasn’t a question. You’re having major surgery and recovery is no joke. I’d feel better knowing you had someone checking your bandages and making sure you don’t overdo it.”
A small sigh whispered between her lips. “I’ll hire someone then. I promise.”
“Hmm. I’m ignoring you.” He continued massaging her and relieved the pressure again between her shoulder blades. “May I ask why the fuck your parents didn’t have this surgery done years ago? I can’t imagine it hurt less as a teenager.”
“More actually since I was still growing. They didn’t do it because they’re devout Catholics who don’t believe in cosmetic surgery. What God gives is a gift…no matter that it’s a gag gift.”
She went back to dicing tomatoes. “I was fourteen when they grew to this point. Just over five feet tall and the butt of every locker room joke in my school.”
Tossing ingredients into a large wooden bowl, she rinsed and dried her hands.
“My parents love me, Hudson but they will never understand the person I am on the inside and I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m not.”
She moved around the kitchen getting plates and made a dipping sauce for the bread.
“It’s the main reason I’ve worked and saved so hard. I have a trust fund but I will never see a dime. No matter their love for me, they will be livid when they see I’ve had the surgery done. The money means nothing compared to my need for a single day without back and neck pain.”
“The investigation could take years and you may never get back what was stolen from you, Brie. Let me write you a check.”
She laughed loudly. “No, Hudson.” She stretched up on tiptoes to get wine glasses. “You’ve already tried that.” He said nothing and she gave him a soft smile.
“I knew it was you when the detective told me people never get their stolen property back in cases like mine. You didn’t have to do that. It wasn’t your fault and it’s only money. I live simply and I really will be just fine.”
She tilted her head. “I appreciate it but it isn’t your responsibility to help me.” Walking past him into the living room, she took the envelope from her desk drawer and handed it to him.
He opened it, his eyes went wide, and he stared at her. “You didn’t deposit it.” She shook her head. “Why won’t you take help from me?”
With her hands on her hips, her answer was cheerful. “Because I’m not a whore, Hudson.”
He went still, everything inside him rebelling at the use of the word in regards to this woman.
“That wouldn’t make you a whore, Brie.”
“Hudson, if we’re having sex – which I fully expected to happen eventually – and I take substantial amounts of money from you…yes, that makes me your whore. I don’t need jewelry. I don’t need fancy vacations or designer clothes. I don’t want your money. I am, however, partial to Reese’s peanut butter cups when I’m on my period.”
She leaned against her counter and he blocked her in.
“Do not ever…ever…refer to yourself as a whore again, Brie. I will make sure you can’t sit for a week.” He reached up and gripped a fistful of hair at the back of her neck to hold her still.
“I should spank your ass red for even daring to suggest you could ever be that. Let me make this very clear, pretty girl – if I buy you jewelry and clothes and take you places – that still does not make you my whore. That makes you my woman.”
“I’m not…”
“Don’t. Do not lie to either of us.” He stared down at her, letting her glimpse the animal that lived inside him. “Who do you belong to?”
“I don’t…”
“Brie, I will put you over my lap.” She fidgeted on her feet and he watched as she pressed her thighs together. “I will never hurt you, Brie. I can be hard but I know you need gentle as well. I’ll work on it.”
His other hand moved between her legs, massaging her through her panties. Her response was immediate. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. Don’t pretend this soft, wet pussy isn’t mine to eat and play with and fuck.”
Sliding under the fabric, he rubbed her slow and easy until her legs opened and she began to shake. “Now. Who do you belong to, Brie?”
“You, Hudson.”
He let her come and held her close to him, bringing her down slowly, until her breathing steadied. She held herself up with the counter and he went to her bathroom. He returned to find her in the exact position he’d left her in. Using a warm washcloth, he tugged her panties down, wiped away the evidence of her orgasms, and settled them back in place.
Lifting her chin with the side of his hand, he stared into her eyes. “Sleepy?”
“A little. I’m hungry though.” He kissed her forehead and she hugged him. “Let me get the food done.” Twenty minutes later, they sat at her small dinette in front of the large window.
“This is…dear lord, Brie.”
“I’m glad you think it’s good.”
“Oh yeah. Good.”
He said very little as he demolished the first plate and she refilled it. She sat back with her wine to watch him and he could tell she enjoyed having him here with her.
“You’re easing me into it. Aren’t you?”
Hudson picked up his wine glass. He didn’t pretend to misunderstand her because she wasn’t stupid. Certain things he said and did couldn’t be mistaken for vanilla sexuality.
“A bit. I promise to keep you safe.” A healthy swallow of wine gave him a moment to think. He wrapped a lock of her hair around one finger, released it, and watched it spring back. “You’re sexually giving, Brie. It’s your heart, your need to make the people around you happy. That is a very good thing with a Dominant who will keep your safety paramount at all times.”
“I trust you to do that.”
“Thank you…that is important. Most submissives know what they want, what they need, when they enter a relationship like this. You’ve never experienced it in the real world so I’m going to start you slow and work you as high as you’re comfortable.”
“What then?”
“Then that’s where we stay unless you say differently. I will push your comfort zone, Brie. Things I do to you and ask you to do may embarrass you, be physically uncomfortable, or truly hurt and I need you to know the difference. Do you understand?”
“If it hurts, tell you but if I’m just embarrassed…try to power through it.”
“Exactly.”
He pulled her from her chair and settled them both in her large chair. Her legs draped on either side of his. They sat like that, quietly, and he watched the sun move across the wood floor. He stroked through her hair and down her back.
When she drifted to sleep, he continued to hold her and thought about his plans.
Chapter Thirteen
It was fully dark when Brie opened her eyes and realized she’d slept on Hudson. Lifting slightly, she stared down at his face and smiled at the power even sleep could not fully erase.
Her body was sore yet rested. She badly wanted to touch him but didn’t.
Long black lashes created smudged shadows beneath his eyes. His shaggy black hair was beginning to silver, the hairline along his temple shimmered in the low light. A broad mouth and full lips were almost too sensual for a man and she found it sad that he smiled so rarely.
Built like an oak, not overly tall but thick and strong, Hudson had an air of capability to him that most men simply didn’t have.
She wanted him and it scared her because heartbreak was sure to follow with this man in her life. No matter what he thought, she was not – nor would she ever be – the right fit for him.
Leaning forward, she inhaled the scent of him and brushed her lips lightly over his jaw. Moving carefully to avoid waking him up, she lifted away and walked into the bathroom. Only when the door was closed did she turn on the light.
After starting the water for her shower, she caught a glimpse of her reflection across the room and turned to examine herself more closely.
Her hair was loose and falling all around her. Her lips were swollen and red. Every part of her felt relaxed and comfortable for the first time in a long time.
She felt pretty, maybe even desirable.
She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall and the industrial bra followed. Brie was thankful as the steam overtook the small space and hid what she looked like fully naked. Feeling better about herself in general didn’t change her specific embarrassment.
Clipping her hair to the top of her head, she showered and dried off. When the towel was secured around her upper body, she moved into the bedroom and found clothing as quietly as possible. Only when she was once again fully dressed in multiple tops and yoga pants did she feel as though she could face Hudson.
The moment she stepped into the living room, she knew he was awake. His black eyes glittered at her from across the space. There was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to climb back in his lap and stay forever.
Silly girl. Enjoy what he gives you and leave it the fuck alone.
She forced herself to curl up in the corner of the couch – close enough to touch him if she reached out but with enough distance to give her confidence.
Hudson leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.
The half-smile he gave her was self-mocking. “As much as you think you should put distance between us, you can’t quite manage it, Brie.”
One hand reached out to stroke her hair and she didn’t stop herself from leaning into the touch.
“I want you more now than I did before I had you.”
Remaining silent was a form of armor. She could never be what he needed, no matter how much she might want to be. Turning her face, she kissed his palm.
No one in her world had prepared her for a man like Hudson.
She wasn’t surprised when he moved to crouch beside the couch, both of his hands cupping her skull. He kissed her and every cell in her body strained toward him.
It was not a gentle kiss. It was a claiming and there was no doubt in her mind that he meant it as exactly that.
Hudson pulled back to stare into her eyes. “You are beautiful and intuitive, Brie. I heard everything you said but it hasn’t changed how I feel about you. I’m giving you time to finish your procedure and space to make sure you can handle me. I am not, in any way, releasing my claim on you. Are we clear?”
She started to shake her head and he stilled her with another kiss. Only when she was panting with need did he break it.
“Nod.” Brie did so in a daze. “Excellent. A
woman from a home health agency will be stopping by tomorrow to introduce herself and assess your needs after the surgery. You are not to discuss payment with her. Do you understand?”
The denial that rose to her lips was kissed away by Hudson and she found her upper body cradled in his arms by the time he pulled away.
“We will keep things simple between us, Brie. This is not a gray area. You need professional care. I know this from experience. I will provide it with no strings attached. In other areas, you may argue to your heart’s content…not in regards to your health. Speaking to Riya would likely obtain the same result.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now, let’s try again. A woman will come to help you. You will not discuss her fee. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Hudson. Thank you.”
“Better.” He kissed her again and set her back against the couch cushions. Looming above her, he traced his finger along the side of her face, down her neck, and along her collarbone.
“I’m going to go so you can think. Once you’re healed, and you reach the conclusion we both know you want, I plan to remain buried deep inside your body for days. I cannot wait to sample your nipples – which I suspect are the same pale cocoa shade as your lips.”
“Hudson…” She arched into his hand as he circled her nipple through her layers of clothing.
“Let your body heat for me.” He leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “When I leave, I want to think about you touching yourself, Brie. I want you to imagine that your fingers are my tongue and when you come, I want you to think about me lapping up every…silken…drop.”
She trembled and Hudson gritted his teeth. He delivered a final kiss that included a firm tap to her mound through her clothing and then Hudson headed for the door.
The door clicked shut and automatically locked behind the most primal sexual being Brie had ever met. In seconds, she had her hand inside her clothes, furiously working her fingertips over her folds. The orgasm was almost instantaneous and it was Hudson’s name she moaned into the empty apartment.
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