Page 121 of Falling for the Boss's Son

“I’m always right.”

Cassie laughed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Placing the phone on the nightstand, Cassie climbed out of bed. The shirt she was wearing, one of Jesse’s, hit her mid-thigh as she stood. She hadn’t gotten dressed in days and there was no use doing so now even though being almost naked made her feel more vulnerable.

Normally, she wouldn’t care. She liked feeling that way when she was with Jesse, but not when she had to find him and apologize. For some reason, she wanted the protection of clothes.

She found him in the kitchen, exactly where he said he’d be. He closed the dishwasher, wiped his hands on a towel, and spotted her walking toward him.

Jesse didn’t say anything as she came to a stop in front of him. They hadn’t done anything beyond since she was injured. Not because she didn’t want to, but because he said he didn’t want to hurt her. She’d gone years without sex before she met him. Now, it seemed to be something she craved whenever he was around.

But what she was feeling now wasn’t only about sex. She’d been wrong. She’d screwed up. When he’d mentioned how he was going to punish her, her defenses had gone up. Then, at his declaration that she was going to stay home from work and spend the day serving him, she’d lashed out.

Not stopping to think about it, Cassie lowered herself to the floor, kneeling in front of him. “I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have said those things. I know you’re trying to take care of me.”

His fingers grazed over her hair, avoiding the still sensitive area on her head. He didn’t say anything, so she rested her head against his leg, her face almost even with his crotch. It was strange. Before she’d met him, she would have found this position humiliating. Now, it somehow felt right, comforting.

He continued to stroke her hair. The dishwasher hummed in the background, adding to the feeling of contentment she felt.

For years she’d tried to find her footing, her place. Who knew her place would be kneeling at Jesse’s feet?

As they continued to stand in the kitchen, the bulge in his pants began to grow. It was impossible to miss.

She pressed her lips against his growing erection and his fingers flexed. “Cass,” he warned.

“Yes, Sir?” Her voice was full of an innocence she didn’t feel.

“The doctor said you needed rest.”

“He said to rest for three days. It’s been three days.” She pressed another kiss to his now fully erect cock. “I miss you.” Her words were whispered, but he’d heard them.

Before she knew it, she was being lifted off her feet and carried to the couch. He set her down and turned her to face away from him. “Kneel on the couch and brace yourself against the back. I don’t want you to hit your head while I fuck you.”

Heat flooded through her at his words and she did as he asked.

The sound of his zipper being released sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She heard foil being ripped open and knew he was putting on a condom. He’d asked her to go see her doctor about birth control, but she hadn’t gotten around to it. Yet another way she was failing as his submissive. She’d have to do better. He deserved better.

Without preamble, Jesse moved between her legs. He pushed her panties to the side and pressed the tip of his cock against her sex. Something inside her came alive, a primal feeling of connection. “Please, Sir. I need you.”

He placed both hands on her hips and thrust his hips forward. His cock sank into the depths of her pussy, filling her in the most delicious way. Tears pricked her eyes as he plunged into her again and again. Not because she was in any physical pain, but because she finally realized what he’d been trying to say to her earlier. She was his. His to take. His to love. His.

But what she hadn’t realized at the time was that he was hers as well. She had caused him pain by disobeying him. Pain that was purely her fault.

Jesse’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her torso up to rest against his. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

That only made the tears stream down her cheeks faster.

His thrusts slowed. “Sir, don’t stop. Please.”

Jesse nuzzled her neck as he continued his steady movements, holding her tight. “You’re mine,” he whispered in her ear. “Mine. Now and always.”

“Yours.”

He trailed one hand down her front until his fingers found her clit. “Come for me, Cass.”

She felt the energy building, coiling as he played with her. When her orgasm hit, she felt it deep in every muscle…down to her bones.

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