by Brynn Ford
My pillow.
The sight of her head on my pillow twisted in my gut and pulled pleasure straight through to the tip of my erection.
Climbing over her, I bent to press my lips to her belly button, just near the base of her scar. I was being unusually gentle with her. She responded to my touch with an appreciative moan that hummed its way straight through me. I flicked my tongue over her belly button to tease a little, to give her a preview of what I was about to do to her pretty little pussy.
She lifted her head off the bed, pushing up onto her elbows to look down at me as I kissed my way lower. I watched her as I moved.
I reached up to grab her right breast, squeezing before drawing my fingers back to pinch her nipple, rolling it between my index and thumb. Her lips parted and she breathed through the pleasure I was giving her.
Her voice was soft, “Are you going to enjoy this without being able to hurt me, Sir?”
I had always been a sadistic bastard when it came to sex with my subs, yes. I got hard watching them writhe in pain, pushing their limits. In fact, there was a long period of time where I had become so obsessed with the pain that I didn’t know whether I could enjoy sex without it.
This moment with Ris proved that I could. She was injured and healing. I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t be rough with her in the usual way. In fact, what I had just done was probably pushing a limit that I shouldn’t have with her body in a weakened state.
I couldn’t tie her up, whip her, fuck her raw. Yet I was still rock hard and aching to come at the thought of seeing her face as she came undone for me.
“I always enjoy you, Angel. I’ve seen you in enough pain lately. It’s time for you to be rewarded.”
A slow smile spread across her face, “Then give it to me, Sir. Give me raw. Give me vulnerable. Make me come, please, Sir.”
Her eyes looked different. They were wanton, lust-filled, yes, but they also showed me equal parts confusion and longing.
Longing for something more than this.
My pulse picked up its pace at that look and I didn’t know why. Perhaps it made me nervous because I knew she wanted more from me, things I couldn’t give her. I couldn’t give her my submission, my equal partnership, my love.
I was broken of those things inside.
I’d been broken since Audrey.
All the same, I couldn’t process any of that in the moment because I needed to give her raw pleasure, just like she’d asked. I gave her a devilish smirk and finished drawing my trail of licks and kisses down her torso, stopping just at the top of the sandy blonde curls above her sex.
I pushed myself down, flattening myself on my stomach and preparing to spend some time down here eating her out to the point of absolute desperation.
I kissed her folds lightly, just a press, a tease, looking up at her in time to watch her hands land on her tits.
Oh, sweetheart.
She unashamedly rolled her nipples in her fingers. I got so turned on by her sexual confidence, the way she knew exactly what she needed to get wet for me. I had to shake off the feeling because I normally got a kick out of giving my subs shame and humiliation as punishment. Everything I wanted from Ris was different.
Everything about Ris was different.
Better.
Before I could get lost in my own fucking thoughts, I ran my tongue over the outside of her pussy. She wasn’t quite ready for me yet, but I knew how to get here there. With a flick of my tongue, I dug in to find her clit, knowing I’d found the spot when she jolted.
“Yes, Sir,” she smiled with her eyes closed.
I pushed in on the spot, wrapping my lips around her and sucking, just lightly at first.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she drew out the last syllable and the beautiful hiss of it made me want to grind my cock against the mattress just to get some goddamn relief.
I did just that.
I alternated between sucking and flicking my tongue, working at her clit for a while before I brought my hand in. When she was good and wet and squirming for more, I slowly pushed two fingers inside her, curling them and pulling back until I found the textured flesh of her g-spot.
“Jasper, Sir,” she moaned and I had to grind my hips down hard into the mattress at the sound of my name rolling off her lips.
I didn’t let any other woman call me Jasper. But it sounded like music from her lips.
I stroked her g-spot rhythmically, adding pressure as I sucked on her clit again.
I looked up at her to see her watching me. Her breaths were short, lips parted, eyes hooded in lust. She was lost in sensation. Her head dropped back and she groaned and I could feel her cunt gripping my fingers.
But then she jerked away, putting her hands on the top of my head and pushing me away.
My brow furrowed, “What the fuck?”
“Stop, I want your cock inside me before I come.”
I snapped at her giving me an order. I pulled my fingers out and climbed on top of her. I took care not to put my weight on her midsection, but I leaned down over her all the same. I shoved my fingers deep inside her mouth, the fingers that had just been stroking her swollen cunt.
“Did you forget who’s in charge here, Angel? I wanted you to come on my face.”
I pressed down on her tongue and fucked her mouth with my fingers. Her tongue swirled and she sucked, blue eyes never breaking contact with mine. I pulled them out and her lips made a smacking sound.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, “But I want to come with your cock buried inside me.”
She dropped a hand between us, quickly finding my length and guiding the tip to her entrance. It was warm and wet and so ridiculously distracting. It was so distracting that I couldn’t think of anything besides shoving inside her. I should have been thinking about punishing her for being so forward.
When she lifted her hips off the bed, I had to hold back. It would have been so easy to push inside her, bury myself to the hilt. I was afraid that if I did, I would start fucking her with a punishing pace that might really end up hurting her.
She begged me with her eyes, “Please. Please, Sir.”
Why is it so hard to deny her?
I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fuck her and risk the injuries.
"Touch yourself, Angel," I ordered, "I want your fingers on your clit."
Her eyes brightened a touch, "Yes, Sir.”
Ris gave me a perfect little show, putting her good hand on the middle of her chest and dragging it down slowly, arching her back gracefully as her fingers slipped across her stomach and down between her legs. She drew her fingertips across her pussy, finding the perfect spot and stroking herself with quick flicks of her fingers, spreading her slickness all around.
"Oh, that's fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” I said, wrapping my hand around my shaft and slowly starting to stroke myself.
I pumped my first around my cock as she rubbed her clit, eyes locked on mine, catching me soul deep with her stare.
Fuck.
“Jasper,” she whispered my name, just before her eyelids fluttered closed.
Jasper.
Not Law.
Not Sir.
That stilled me, rolling a wave of butterflies in my stomach.
"Please don't stop. Don't stop, Jasper. Let’s come together. I haven't felt this good in a long time."
I could see that was true just looking at her. We each had a free hand and I reached out to snatch hers in mine. She did something that surprised me. She laced our fingers together and held tight.
"Please," she begged.
That's when I lost all will to fight for control. I gripped her hand tighter as I stretched and flexed my hips, fucking my own damn hand.
Shit, this is good.
She was squirming as she rubbed herself beneath me, squeezing my hand and arching her back. Her hips were rocking, her leg muscles tightening and shaking beneath where I straddled her. Her face scrunched, twisted, morphed into something that looked like desp
erate aching, just before it burst into sunlight. Her lips fell apart and she gasped as every part of her went rigid beneath me. She jerked, then like a spring, recoiled, her body trying to fold in around her surely pulsing center as she whimpered out a satisfied moan.
I grunted, high on the look of her. When her mouth twisted into a sideways smile and her body softened in the immediate afterglow, I angled my erection between her legs. I groaned and stroked hard and fast before exploding in my own reckless orgasm. I spilled all over her porcelain skin, smearing the inside of her thigh in my come.
I bent down over her, pressing my cheek to hers as I kissed the side of her neck sweetly. It took minutes to come down from the high.
If I had it my way, someday soon, I would bury myself inside this woman and stay there as long as she would let me.
I always have it my way.
Chapter 14
Law
“Well, shit,” Ris groaned beneath me, minutes after we came.
I lifted my head to look down at her, “Yeah?”
“Maybe a full-body orgasm isn’t exactly what my doctor would’ve considered light activity,” she hummed in pain, “Fuck.”
I sat up and immediately looked down at her scar, “Where does it hurt?”
“Ugh, just kind of everywhere. I didn’t injury myself further, if that’s what you’re asking. But fuck, every muscle in my body aches now. That’s the most physical activity I’ve had in a while.”
“Did you bring your pain meds?”
“Yeah, in my bag.”
I climbed off the bed and retrieved her black overnight bag from the armchair. I brought it to her on the bed as she was slowly rising to sit up. She opened the bag and dug through, pulling out a prescription medicine bottle. While she opened it, I went to the bathroom and got her a small glass of water.
“Here,” I said, handing it to her.
“Thank you. I’m so sorry. That’s definitely not the reaction you wanted from me.”
“Are you kidding? It’s exactly the reaction I wanted.”
Fuck, that came out wrong.
She chuckled a little, “Really?”
“You came so hard that you gave yourself pain, sweetheart. Anyway, I saw exactly what I wanted to see, which was you coming undone beneath me.”
Her cheeks flushed a half shade pinker than they were before, “This pill is gonna knock me out once I take it. Are you sure you don’t want me to wait a while?”
“No,” I told her, “Let it knock you out. An orgasm and deep sleep seem like a good combination to help you heal,” I grinned.
“Except the orgasm is what seems to have done me in.”
“Then I did my job exceptionally well.”
“Do I need to remind you it was my fingers, Sir?” she smiled playfully.
“It was your fingers, yes, but it was my presence that made you explode.”
“Cocky bastard,” she smiled as she swallowed down her pill with a sip of water.
“It’s not cocky when it’s true.”
She looked at me from beneath her eyelashes, “Okay. So, then I guess you’re not that cocky.”
My smile threatened to unmask me at her validation. I turned and went back to the bathroom to hide it, returning to her moments later with a small hand towel. I bent down to clean the product of my orgasm from her thigh.
“Thank you, Sir,” she smiled softly at me, “This was fun. I’m sorry the night is about to end.”
“It’s not ending anytime soon.”
“In thirty minutes, I’ll be snoring on your pillow and dead to the world.”
“It’s fine. You’ll still be here with me. All I wanted was to be close to you.”
Her mouth gaped open and her brow slanted inward as she watched me.
“Anyway,” I shook my head, hoping to shake the look on her face away with it, “I’m hungry. Do you want anything to eat?”
She spoke slowly, “No. No. I’m good.”
“Okay, well, why don’t you lie down, get some rest. I’ll be back up soon to watch over you.”
Her eyes never left mine, “You know I don’t need to be looked after.”
“I know. But you want to be.”
I took a deep breath and leaned over her, pressing my palms to the mattress on either side of her hips and nuzzling my face into the side of her neck. I kissed her there, languidly, working my way up to kiss just behind her ear.
“And I wouldn’t dare allow anyone else the privilege of looking after you when I can happily do it myself.”
Ris let out a long breath that pushed its way out on a whimper, “All of my pain will be gone in thirty minutes, Jasper.”
The sound of my name dripping from her lips had my knees buckling for her. I pulled my head back just enough to look at her.
“Hmm?”
“You could cause me a little more before these meds kick in.”
Her eyes were heavenly fire burning into mine and I welcomed the heat. I pushed forward and she scooted slowly backward as I crawled over her on the bed.
“If I fuck you, Angel, it’s going to hurt like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I can take it.”
“I know you can. I just don’t know if I can.”
I settled my body over hers again, kissing as much of her skin as I could. I tried to distract myself from the overwhelming urge to cross her only true boundary and claim her lips. But if I did that, then I would claim her, all of her, and the thought of that surprisingly scared me.
I supposed the boundary was necessary for both of us. That didn’t stop me from burying my dick deep inside her the moment I was hard again.
* * * * *
It was just past midnight and we were both spent. I'd taken more than Ris really had to give. What she really needed was rest, considering her healing, but I couldn't avoid the temptation with her in my bed, especially with her all but begging me to fuck her before her pain meds kicked in.
I laid with her and stroked her until she fell asleep, enjoying the warmth of her beside me. There was something calming about her presence that demanded I stay with her, even though my stomach was growling.
I finally dragged myself from her side and came downstairs to grab a bite and wasn’t all that surprised to find Desi already there, sitting at the kitchen island with her laptop, eating a sandwich with her earbuds in.
I walked up behind her and yanked the headphones from her ears, startling her.
"Jesus, shit, you scared me!" she covered her heart with her hand as I circled round to the other side of the kitchen island.
"Wouldn't have scared you if you didn't sit around with your ears plugged up like that. What if someone broke in here while you were doing that and attacked you from behind?"
"Could be fun," she joked with a small smile, returning her attention to her computer screen.
"Funny," I grinned, pulling what I needed from the fridge to make a sandwich of my own.
"So," she said, "How's it going up there?"
She had a knowing grin that made her too damn adorable.
I was honest, "Fucking fantastic."
"Be real with me," she said, "What does this mean for the contract?"
"It doesn't mean anything. Why?"
"It must mean something. If you and Ris are solo screwing, it changes everything, doesn't it?"
"Sweetheart, it changes nothing."
Her brow furrowed, "I'm really confused then. Why would you want to spend time alone with her if you weren't working toward building something with her?"
"I'm building something with both of you. The three of us have a contract…well, four of us, really…and there's a reason for that."
She held up a hand, "Whoa, pause. What do you mean building something with both of us? The contract is temporary for me.”
"Right, until Vaughn is released. I realize that. But every contract relationship is a constant work in progress. It's all building toward something together."
"But eventually you want
…" she hesitated, looking back toward the staircase, "Is Ris asleep?"
"Yeah."
"Eventually you want a relationship with her. Just the two of you. Don't you?"
I found myself unusually speechless.
I took a bite of my assembled sandwich and swallowed it down before responding, "It doesn't really matter. I can't ever give her what she needs."
"Are you serious?"
"Does it look like I'm joking?"
"I've never seen her so happy to belong to anyone, not the way she belongs to you."
"Desi, the only relationship you have to compare hers and mine to is hers and Asher's."
"Okay, fair point."
"Listen, my relationship with Ris alone has no bearing on our relationship with you. Our contract hasn't changed and it won't. I still want to give you pain, little one. I still want to dominate you. I still want you on your knees in submission," I gave her my most charming smile, "And if you'll let her, Ris will soothe the ache on my orders."
Desi's face flushed pink, "Do you really want to share her that way, Sir?"
"I don't want to share either of you with anyone else. But sharing you with each other just seems rather inevitable. And since you're married, I guess I have no choice but to give you up to Vaughn when he gets out. So really, I'd like to enjoy my time with both of you until then."
She looked away from me and changed the subject. The mere mention of Vaughn’s continued incarceration always seemed to upset her.
"Do you want to see what I've been working on for re-branding Club O?” she said, “I think it needs a name change. I started the logo designs with Club O as the name, but it just sounds so…gross."
I chuckled, "Did you have any ideas?"
"XO."
"Club XO?"
She shook her head, "No, not club. Just…XO. Here, look."
I brought my plate around to sit beside her and took a look at what she had on her screen. I considered for a few moments and made a quick, easy decision, as I did with all of my business decisions.
"I like it. Actually, I love what you've put together here. You're hired."