Page 26 of About Time

She drops down where she stands and awaits my next instruction. Slowly, I unbutton my pants and slide down the zipper. The menacing way I step toward her while doing this isalmost like my dick is a weapon I’m threatening her with. Hattie is shaking, but the gleam in her eyes tells me it’s from arousal.

Like she has been for the last month and a half, Hattie is right here with me. Not just physically, but we’re in sync like I’ve never been with a woman. She’s the perfect blend of fire and peace. She fights me when we’re not getting naked, and opens for me when we are.

Finally, the confines of my jeans release my rock-hard dick. I hold the base in my hand and tap the head on her lips. “Do I like to share my toys?”

“No, Sir,” she responds.

“Do you think you should be punished?” This is something we haven’t tried yet.

“If Sir thinks so,” she answers meekly.

I grab the back of her head and push her down on my cock. The warm heat of her mouth slides along my shaft, and I groan as I feel the tip hit the back of her throat.

She gags a little, and I pull back to let her get adjusted. When I can tell she’s ready, I start fucking her mouth.

“Oh fuck. You look so beautiful with your lips around my cock and tears running down your face.”

I grunt as she sucks harder and rubs her tongue down the ridge of my shaft. My hands tighten in her hair. “You’re such a good little slut. Take more.”

Hattie swallows pulling me deeper into her throat. With her throat clenching tight as she swallows I’m ready to blow.

I pull out of her mouth and jack myself in front of her. “I’m not sure you remember yet who you belong to.”

“Yes I do. I’m yours Sir. Only yours,” she answers quickly. She didn’t even need a minute to think about it.

“Since you’re my fucktoy I can do whatever I want with you.” I pump my dick hard, twisting a bit when I pull back down.

My orgasm races through my body. I decide to be kind and give her a choice. “Where do you want it? Mouth, tits, face?”

“Wherever you want, Sir.”

Her quick ascent sends me over the edge. “You’re damn right it’s wherever I want. I can take you however I want, and whenever I want. If I wanted to share you, you’d let me. However, I’m a possessive bastard, so the only cock you’re going to get is mine.” I growl my words at her as I come all over her tits.

Thick ropes of white cum slide down the perky globes. I swipe my finger through some and hold it up to her mouth. “I don’t want to deprive a good cumwhore, like you, of getting a reward for giving great head.”

She obediently sucks my finger clean.

I hold my hand out and help her stand up. Reaching behind her I undo the clasp of her bra and let it slide down her arms.

“You’re a beautiful mess, Doll. I hate to ruin my work, but I think you need to get clean before I dirty you up again.”

Chapter Eleven

Hattie Present- Age 43

It’s beena long time since I let myself look back at that time. I thought it was because of how painful it was when my relationship with Charlie imploded. A tear runs down my face, and I wipe it away.

“I haven’t thought of any of this for a long time,” I say through a throat full of emotion.

Wren is trying hard not to give in to her own tears. Her green eyes are brighter through the sheen of moisture filling her eyes. “I had forgotten about my obsession with that movie, or how my parents would bicker about what to put on pizza. I think it’s the only thing they ever fought about, and even that wasn’t serious.”

I swallow hard, my throat still feels thick, like I can’t swallow. “I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t let myself think about them very often. Even the good memories hurt. I asked Elisa once if the grief of losing our mom would get easier. She said she thought we’d learn to live with it.”

Wren traces some invisible design on the table. “I don’t think the grief ever goes away, it just becomes a part of you. I read somewhere that the more you love someone the harder yougrieve them. All I know is that I have days, sometimes weeks even, where everything is okay. It’s always in the back of my mind that she’s gone, but I push it aside. But then there are these moments, the ones where you stop and soak it in because you know it’s a memory to cherish. The first thing I want to do is run to her and tell her. I wanted her to be there with me on my wedding day and at the hospital when my babies were born. Hell, I would have even loved fighting with her about falling in love with Griffin.”

“Do you think she would have had a problem with it?” Not telling Elisa about Charlie and me is one of my biggest regrets.

“At first I think she would have. My dad really would have. But, I like to think that after what I went through with Liam they’d understand and support the man who treated me the way I deserve. The way my dad treated my mom.”

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