Long for Me

by Stacey Lynn

  “Let them see you,” he grumbled in my ear, his voice rough.

  His movements quickened, powerful thrusts in and out but he held me back against him as he pinched and my pulled my nipples, alternating the torture on my breasts. I screamed again, my entire body shaking with abandon and as one orgasm rolled right into another one, Bennett shoved himself fully inside of me.

  “Fucking hell, Rebecca.” He groaned and shot his release deep inside me. His sweat slickened chest brushed against me and he held me still while he rode out his orgasm through my limp and well-used body.

  Slowly, he pushed me forward, coming with me until I was pressed back to the pool table. “Shit, that was amazing,” he whispered.

  His hands went to mine and he removed the tie, massaging my wrists and arms up to my shoulders.

  “That feels so good,” I murmured, my erratic breathing settling.

  “Good, then you’ll really like what I’m going to do next.”

  His hands clamped around my hips and he lifted me, tossing me into the air so he was carrying me in a cradle hold. My hands flew to his neck. This guy, if he wasn’t sweeping me off my feet figuratively, he did it physically.

  “What are we doing?”

  “Bath to clean you up and then we’re gonna chill out and relax before I take you again.”

  Again? A delightful shiver rolled down my spine, straight to my toes.

  He carried me straight through a large master bedroom decorated in dark grays and dusty blues into one of the largest and prettiest bathrooms I’d ever seen.

  “Wow,” I said. He set me on my feet, kept a hand on my waist, bent over, and turned on the faucet to the corner whirlpool tub. He popped the top on a bottle and dumped a significant amount of soap in before standing back up.

  “Bubble bath?” I couldn’t conceal my laughter. “You keep bubble bath on hand?”

  He kissed my temple. “I like a lot of things, baths after a hard workout is one of them. My mom left the soap when my parents were here for Christmas.”

  “Oh.” I patted his cheek and kissed his lips. “It’s really cute you have it and you’d do this for me.”

  “My job is to take care of you, remember?”

  I remembered. I had a feeling I was never going to forget.

  That alone was dangerous.

  “So,” I looked around, “what are you going to do while I bathe?”

  Silly for nerves to hit me then, he’d just screwed me sensationally and it wasn’t the first time he saw me naked. But before, I was able to crawl under sheets. As the afterglow of the orgasm dimmed, my nerves were kicking in.

  He cupped my cheeks and grinned. “I’m going to go get you a new glass of wine and pour one for myself.” He stepped away, dropping his hands. My body cooled from the loss of his touch and I swayed toward him, unable to stop myself.

  “Oh, and when I get back, I’m getting in the tub with you.” He flashed me a wink and disappeared through the doorway of the bathroom.

  And just like that, my girly parts tingled with excitement.

  * * *

  I wasn’t sure there was anything better than being encased in strong legs and arms, curled up in a bathtub, white puffy bubbles surrounding us so high they almost overflowed.

  Behind me, Bennett massaged my shoulders. My head fell forward and I scooped up the bubbles in my hands, blowing them into the air, while we talked. We’d been in the bathtub for so long the water was no longer hot and relaxing, but I wasn’t in any hurry to leave. I was relishing the moments where he opened up about himself and his family, giving me something else to think about other than the orgasms and the contract I’d crazily agreed to. Bennett took over Ashby Enterprises a few years ago, after his dad retired, and I was having a hard time imagining the things Bennett was saying. I simply couldn’t imagine a man who had built such a huge corporation, living the high life in a retirement community, exclusive or not.

  I blew more bubbles into the air with a poof and rested my head against his shoulder. “They really play shuffleboard?”

  His hands swept down my arms. “Club champion two years running.”

  His lips, turned up in a smile, brushed against my cheek. I shivered as his hands continued running up and down my arms, down to my fingers and back up. “That seems like such an old person thing to do.”

  His husky laugh reverberated against my flesh. God, everything about him did delicious things to my insides. His laugh, his touch, his gentle kisses. A week ago, I wouldn’t have thought Bennett was capable of such kindness. “After being focused on nothing except his business and family for the last forty years, I think he’s earned some relaxation.”

  “But shuffleboard?”

  “They also play tennis, golf, have taken up salsa dancing, and don’t forget they spend weekends on their yacht.”

  His parents owned a yacht.

  His hands were at my fingers. I took his hand in mine and cupped them together, scooped up another pile of bubbles. “And to think, they were sounding so normal until you mentioned the yacht.”

  Another laugh and he lifted our hands above the mountainous bubbles. He rubbed the pads of my fingertips, smoothed out the wrinkles. “We’re starting to prune. Let’s get you out of here.”

  I leaned back against him and closed my eyes. “I like it in here, though.”

  “Trust me, I like you naked against me, too. But I also have other plans for you.” He kissed the top of my head and put his hands on the sides of the tub, scooting away from me.

  I turned my head, watched him maneuver his large and muscled body out of the tub. He was so beautiful. Wide shoulders, perfectly curved pecs and ripples of muscles as far as the eye could see. And his dick. Half-hard, it hung low between muscled thighs, trimmed hair framing it like an offering I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on.

  He caught me staring and wrapped one of his hands around his shaft, stroking it. “Do you like this? Want more?”

  I was sore, didn’t even know if I could have sex again. My pussy didn’t agree. It quivered and clenched, already needing him inside me again. “Yeah.”

  He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, hiding his now full erection from me. “You can wait.” Once he tucked a corner of the towel in, he held out his hand. “Come on out.”

  He held me firmly until I was on my feet and he took another towel, drying me, dropping to his knees in front of me while he dried my legs and wiped off the excess bubbles. He paused when he got to the back of my thighs, and looked up at me.

  Bennett Ashby. On his knees in front of me. His mouth inches from my sex. God. I was growing wetter by the second while he stared at me with his dark brown eyes, desire etched so firmly on his features and harsh cheekbones. He leaned forward and licked over my clit.

  I gasped, reached forward and pressed my hand to his shoulder. “Holy shit.”

  “Just a taste,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my intimate areas. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  No man had ever been so blunt with me, so vocal in his need for me. His words alone drove me wild.

  Another lick of his tongue hit me and I arched my hips into him, seeking him. More. More. I wanted all of it.

  His hands curved around my hips and stilled me. He climbed to his feet.

  A wicked, salacious grin curved his lips. “I’ll finish you later.” He brought the towel up my back and pulled it around my front, tucking in the ends between my breasts. “Dry off and do whatever you need to, I’ll go get you something to wear. Do you need another drink?”

  My wine glass sat forgotten at the edge of the tub. We’d gotten so busy talking about his family I’d only had a few sips. “I’m good, but thank you.”

  “My job to look after you. Remember?” He tapped my nose and stepped to the side as a shive
r rolled through me.

  God, if this was submission, I didn’t know how I could refuse him anything.

  Slowly, it was beginning to make sense why Miranda was so deeply in love with her husband. If Shawn treated her like this on a continuous basis, of course she’d want to please him too.

  The realization struck me as I turned to the bathroom mirror. I’d tied my hair up off my neck while we bathed and wild, frizzy tendrils had escaped all over my hairline, flying in the air and around my temples. I hadn’t removed my make-up and steam from the bath had caused some of my mascara to smear.

  I was anything but beautiful, and yet somehow, Bennett had dropped to his knees in front of me, caressed and kissed me like I was the most precious, glamorous thing he’d ever seen—

  Like he was the one honored to be with me.

  Strange, that.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Bennett

  I left Rebecca in the bathroom and went to my closet. I left off the boxers and threw on a pair of sweats, despite the raging hard-on I was sporting. Boxers would only be uncomfortable considering my dick was in a perpetual state of ready-to-go with Rebecca near. I threw on a black shirt and grabbed one of my favorite dress shirts from the hanger.

  I wanted Rebecca in it, so I could remember her and think of her every time I wore it to the office. God damn she was beautiful. When she let herself go, when she was relaxed and in my arms, beneath my hands, she was sublime. Nothing turned me on faster than a woman with confidence and intelligence tempered with an underlying current of sexual awareness.

  Rebecca carried it all in spades. Her vulnerabilities made everything she gave me sweeter. Staring at my dick like she craved a taste of me deep inside her throat made me want to orgasm all over the bathroom floor.

  The woman was going to be the death of my dick with the way she turned me on every time she glanced my way.

  It made the idea of taming her while building her up with my future plans that much more enticing.

  I waited outside the bathroom until I heard the water turn off. Without knocking, I opened the door.

  Rebecca was at the counter, drying off her face with a towel. I placed my shirt on the countertop and stepped back.

  “You can wear that,” I gestured toward the shirt. “And nothing else. I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.”

  Her eyes popped and then narrowed as she glared at the shirt. “You mean—”

  “No panties. I want you available to me whenever I want you.”

  Her breath hitched and cheeks flushed. My dick twitched and I grabbed it, my desire for her obvious in the clutch of my fist.

  Before she could say anything, I turned and left my bedroom. She could argue all she wanted but unless I heard yellow, which I’d remind her she had the ability to say at any time, then my rules were law as long as she was under contract.

  For three months, I was free to do whatever I wanted with her, whenever I wanted, yet, she had all the power in two words. It was the beautiful part of submission. The power exchange between me and my sub rendered me with the sense of responsibility and control I craved, while it reminded me to treasure the woman in my care. I wasn’t a hard-ass Dom like people assumed, typically because I could be an asshole and my size.

  Dominating and submitting, to me, was always wrapped in putting someone else’s needs ahead of yours. It was selflessly caring for someone, because in the end, I couldn’t expect anything. At any time, Rebecca could walk up to me, call red, and I’d have no other recourse than to let her go.

  It meant my primary motivation was to keep her so blissed out on orgasms and feeling so treasured that the word never entered her mind. It was something I took seriously and why playing recreationally wasn’t my favorite thing in the world. It was why I searched for subs who wanted something long-term.

  I wanted that. I wanted a marriage with a wife and sub who was undeniably and unendingly devoted to me and whatever family we would someday create. Whether Rebecca was the woman for me or not was yet to be seen.

  But she did possess more of what I wanted than any woman I’d met yet.

  I walked into the living room with my wine in one hand and my phone in another, quickly flipping through a series of missed call notifications I’d missed while we were in the bathroom.

  There were two missed calls and voicemails from Anderson Jakobs.

  “Fuck.” With his constant indecision, Jakobs was becoming one of my biggest pains in the ass. After last week’s meeting and Rebecca’s ability to finesse it, I’d been hoping it was the last we heard from him until after the board meeting.

  “Everything okay?” Rebecca asked. She was resting against the doorframe, my shirt draping almost to her knees, and only two buttons closed, giving me a delicious, erection-sprouting view of her creamy, toned stomach, naval, and pussy. She sipped from the wine glass I’d left in the bathroom.

  Fucking hell.

  “Come here.” I took a large drink of my wine and set it back on the table, pushing the heavy wood table forward as she reached the couch. “Kneel.” I pointed next to my side at my feet.

  “What?” I arched a brow and waited. She blinked and looked at the floor before meeting my gaze. “You want me to kneel at your feet?”

  I leaned forward and ran my hand up the back of her thigh until I was cupping her ass. “Yeah, sub. I do.”

  Perhaps the reminder of who she was to me would put her in the right head space.

  Her legs trembled beneath my touch. She puffed out a breath and nodded. “Okay, sir.”

  “Good girl,” I murmured. My hand fell from her leg as she sank to her knees. The vision of her, barely dressed in only my shirt and at my feet, sent my mind spinning. “Beautiful. Need me to refill your drink?”

  “No. Not right now, but thank you.” She laughed softly, and the sound went straight to my dick. Thank God I’d forgone my boxers. I gripped my phone tighter with one hand and rubbed my dick with the other.

  “Do you know why I want you on your knees, Rebecca?”

  She sipped her wine. “No.”

  “Because I just missed a phone call and have two voicemails from Jakobs, and I know they’re going to piss me off. When I’m done with them, I want your mouth close to me.”

  “Jesus, Bennett. Sir.”

  “Yeah.” My voice rumbled. “On your knees doesn’t seem so scary now, does it?”

  She cleared her throat, cheeks flushing until they were dark enough to match her wine. “What does Jakobs want?” Shifting, she faced me.

  Not exactly what I asked but I got a great shot of her tits. I wasn’t about to complain. “Probably about eight more schematic designs.”

  “If he wants to change back to the row of townhomes versus the condos, I’m going to wring his neck.”

  Damn it. She kept being more perfect for me. A woman at my knees and able to talk business? I really needed to put the second step of my plan into action.

  I turned on the speakerphone and set my phone on the coffee table.

  Rebecca’s head snapped up. “You’re calling him now?”

  “He’ll think we’re at the office. I want you to hear what he has to say.”

  Her brow furrowed.

  I relished her confusion. I hadn’t always made it clear how much I respected her but if she was as smart as I thought she was, she’d be able to cut the length of the conversation in half. Then we could get on with the important things.

  “Bennett,” Anderson said through the phone. “Thanks for calling me back tonight. Hope I’m not bothering you.”

  Rebecca shot me a look.

  “Not at all, Jakobs. What can I do for you?”

  “Well, I left you a message saying our board meeting for Wednesday was pushed back to Thursday afternoon. I’ve been looking
over the schematics you sent with me last week. I’m really liking the one your assistant, Rebecca, talked about last. So I was calling to see if you’d be able to present that to the board. I know it’s last minute.”

  While he spoke, Rebecca moved to her feet. Her feet scampered on the wood floor until she disappeared around the corner. She came back right as he stopped talking, her cell phone in her hand, fingertip tapping on the screen. She shook her head and whispered, “You have a two o’clock with Connor Hendrick.”

  “Jakobs, hold on please.”

  I pressed the mute button. “You know, you were supposed to be kneeling, but I gotta tell you, I think I found your new work uniform.”

  Fire spread to her cheeks and her eyes popped. “You can’t mean that. And I went to grab my calendar.”

  “You have my calendar on your phone?”

  “Well, I have a particularly bossy superior who tends to not care about my life so much as he enjoys making sure I know exactly what’s going on every single minute of his day. Plus, I’m also hyperorganized.”

  “Most people call that anal.”

  Her nose scrunched. “I like hyper-organized better.”

  I liked everything she said when she did it smiling. “Come here.” I held out my arm and when she got close, I pulled her into my lap.

  “Don’t you need to talk to Jakobs?”

  “Yeah. Any chance I can reschedule the meeting with Hendrick?”

  Her lips pulled to one side and she tapped on the screen. “You’ve already rescheduled it twice, although the first time was his change. The commercial property you’re talking to him about is by the DeltaPlex. Not sure it’d be smart.”

  The DeltaPlex was where all the concerts and minor league sporting events were held. Property along that stretch was a premium. Losing that would be a hit.

  I hit the mute button and leaned forward. “Sorry about the wait, Anderson. I was talking to Rebecca, and unfortunately, I can’t make the board meeting last minute.”