Searching for a Heart

by Tymber Dalton

  He caught her hands and pulled her back to her feet. “Well, first of all, we’ve got ice cream melting that I need to get put away. And you need to study while I cook dinner.” He grabbed her ass and ground against her. “Then you can take care of Sir. How’s that sound?”

  She smiled. “Like heaven.”

  * * * *

  He made her favorite, the chicken and noodle casserole with mushrooms and peas and almonds. Sure, it wasn’t fancy, but it was delicious.

  And it meant a lot to her that he’d remembered.

  He wouldn’t let her help him clean up the kitchen after, either. He sent her back out to get a few more minutes of studying in. Once the dishwasher was running and he’d turned off the lights, he joined her in the living room and held his hand out to her.

  “You realize I should be making you study tonight, right?”

  She smiled as he pulled her to her feet. “Yes, Sir.”

  “What should a naughty girl get for not studying?”

  “I’d like to say the answer is a spanking, but you might see that as rewarding bad behavior.”

  “Hmm. True.”

  She batted her eyelashes at him. “So what does a slave have to do to get collared, Sir?”

  He didn’t speak at first, but when he did, his voice sounded deep, hoarse, filled with emotion. “All you have to do is ask, baby. You already have my heart and soul.”

  “I want to wear your collar, Sir.”

  He led her out to the couch and made her sit. “Wait here.” He disappeared down the hall, to the bedroom they used as a home office. He returned a moment later with a jeweler’s box.

  Then he dropped down on one knee in front of her. “You were a little out of it in the hospital, so I couldn’t propose the way I wish I could have. But I want to spend the rest of my life with you, protecting you, taking care of you. Loving you. I need you in my life, because you have brought happiness and joy into my life that I never knew was even possible. You’ve already agreed to marry my stupid ass, but would you also please wear my collar and be my slave?”

  She had to blink back tears, but she nodded. “Yes, Sir!”

  The gold necklace had a beautiful heart-shaped pendant on it with a single diamond. He fastened it around her neck. “One diamond, because you’re the only one for me, the only one in my heart, the only woman I love. The only one.”

  “Okay, this more than makes up for the proposal, and I was happy with that already.”

  He scooped her into his arms. “Good. Now let me take you to bed and see how many I can get out of you tonight, baby.”

  “You are an overachiever, Sir.”

  “Is that a complaint?”

  “More of a compliment.”

  He dropped her onto the bed and started stripping. His cock was already hard, and she eagerly yanked the T-shirt off.

  His gaze devoured her before he crawled onto the bed and stalked up it, his body caging hers. “What do you fucking do to me, baby?”

  “Anything you want, Sir.”

  He arched an eyebrow at her. “Anything?”

  She nodded and felt herself biting down on her lower lip.

  Her heart raced in a good way as he jumped off the bed and headed to the closet, where he kept his toybag. And rope bag.

  Because now he had enough of each that he needed two bags. He took great pride in learning rope, and she had a lot of fun being his rope bunny.

  Tonight he was more interested in putting his marks on her ass, which was fine with her because she belonged to him.

  Totally.

  And with the stress of studying, in addition to work, a nice hard, fast scene would be the perfect thing to give her a brief mental respite.

  How could she have even considered leaving him for an uncertain job?

  Answer—she couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t…and wanted to smack herself for even giving it more than five minutes’ worth of thought.

  He returned to bed with a short coil of rope and a paddle in hand. His gaze narrowed, passion darkening his green gaze. “Roll over, baby.”

  As always, a thrill raced through her while she complied.

  Absolutely, she trusted him. He’d never given her a reason not to trust him, and had given her every reason to prove to her that her trust was safe in his hands.

  He made quick work of tying her wrists behind her with a simple column tie. Fast, easy, and simple. While she had cuffs and a collar, he preferred to save those for their formal scenes, or when they went to the club or a private party.

  For actual restraint? He was a hands-on Dom who preferred to use rope to keep her in place.

  Not that she was complaining, because she loved being wrapped in his ropes.

  He caressed her ass, the backs of her thighs. Another thing she loved about him, that he was apparently addicted to touching her, caressing her. Even when cuddled in front of the TV, he loved holding her hand, or stroking her thigh.

  His grip changed, now raking his nails along her flesh and making her squirm in good ways. After a few minutes of that, he leaned in and bit the back of her shoulder, which nearly made her come right there as she whined for him.

  She felt his hard cock brush against her leg. He loved making her whine when they played.

  “There’s my girl,” he softly said after kissing where he’d bit. One of his favorite things was to tie her up, use her toy on her, and bite her while he made her come. At first, she’d thought he liked to bite.

  It wasn’t until she realized what reaction his biting had started to pull from her that she caught on to his wonderfully evil plan—made her associate biting with orgasms.

  Now, even if he nipped her neck in passing at work, it damn near turned her into a puddle.

  It was only after she’d finally teased him about it that he admitted he’d been picking the brains of Niall, Tony, and Landry, three damn Doms who were damn good at exactly those kinds of mind tricks.

  And she loved Milo for taking the time to research things like that for her.

  He picked up the paddle and traced lines up and down her flesh with the edge of it. “Does someone want a nice pink ass?”

  She wiggled her ass at him. “Yes, Sir.”

  For the record, the answer to that question was nearly always yes.

  He started out the way he always did, teasing her with light strokes that were barely more than taps. The longer he did that, though, the more likely he’d end up smacking her hard—

  Which he did.

  Just to go back to light taps that grew steadily harder, randomly interspaced with hard smacks that made her yelp.

  Another noise he loved making come from her mouth.

  Up and down the backs of her thighs, over her ass, until she was squirming against the bed and ready to beg him to do anything to be allowed to come.

  He sat at the head of the bed and spread his thighs, giving her access to his cock. While she engulfed the head with her mouth, he reached down and started delivering a series of moderately hard smacks to her ass.

  “That’s it, baby,” he hoarsely said. He reached down and untied her wrists before sinking a hand in her hair. “Don’t make me come yet. Just get me nice and hard. I want your ass nice and pink and hot before I fuck you, baby.”

  She moaned around his cock. She could spend hours on her knees in front of him with his cock down her throat, if they had the time and her legs didn’t fall asleep.

  There was something incredibly sexy about the way he responded to her, like she was the center of his universe. Like he was drawn to her, addicted to her.

  Needing her like oxygen.

  Above all that, it felt like he wanted her. In everything, he put her first in his life.

  Like even in a crowded room, if they weren’t next to each other, his gaze was always drawn to her, seeking her out.

  Staring at her with the adoration she’d always longed for.

  It was even sweeter and sexier than she’d ever imagined possible.

  Fi
nally, he ended the spanking with several last hard, stinging smacks with the paddle that made her moan, muffled around his cock.

  “Holy hell, that’s fucking hot, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Before I lose it, I want to make you come.”

  He flipped her over onto her back and stretched out next to her. Propped on one elbow, he stared down at her with his intense green gaze, his lips just over hers. He reached down with his other hand. “I want to make you explode, baby.”

  Her breath came in quick gasps as the kiss trailed down her chin, her throat, his lips latching onto her right nipple. He flicked it with his tongue, driving her need through the stratosphere. She thrust a hand into his hair and held on tightly, which pulled a sexy growl from him that rumbled against her flesh. Combined with the hand between her thighs, pleasure washed through her, driving every other thought out of her head except trying to climb, trying to catch up with the pleasure rushing her toward the edge.

  “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, his breath warm on her skin.

  He wanted to make her explode, and it didn’t take long to accomplish that mission.

  The sexy smile on his face when he crawled back up her body twisted her heart tightly around him. She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Wow.”

  He turned his face so he could flick his tongue along her fingers. “Wow, is right.” He smiled. “You have no idea how sexy you are when you come. I love how you let go to me.”

  “I love you, Sir.”

  His gaze softened. He dipped his head to trace kisses along her lips. “Love you, too, baby. Always.”

  She wanted to ride him and nudged him to roll over onto his back, once she could move again. She grabbed a condom and lube and quickly had his hard cock wrapped and slicked and the thick head pressing against her ass.

  With every thick inch that deliciously stretched and filled her, she watched the passion grow and burn in his eyes. She loved the sweet, sexy groans he made as she rode him, the feel of his hands on her hips.

  “Not going to get tired of me, baby?”

  “Never, Sir.” She leaned forward and kissed him. “You take excellent care of me.”

  It didn’t take long for her to ride one out of him. After cleaning up, they cuddled in bed, with her nestled snugly in his arms.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I’ve got you, baby.”

  She pulled his arms tighter around her. “I’ve got you, too, Sir.”

  THE END

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