Page 34 of A Father's Insistence

Chapter Sixteen

Joanna

Ican’t quite believe what I just did. I allowed those words to fall from my mouth, condemning my own father. Half a million, that was what I was sold to Viscount Hamilton for. My father wouldn’t have received all that money. A fair chunk would have gone to Nicholas’ father, but my own would have been compensated well for having a failure as a daughter. He’s out of my life, now, but I know I’ve started a chain of events that could lead to chaos and death. Strangely though, I don’t fear death—it’s the lies that terrify me more. I don’t want to be a part of them any longer.

Theo carries me up the stairs, two at a time, and deposits me tenderly on my bed. His face is splattered with blood, but I don’t find it unattractive. It gives him a look of danger and power.

“Are you all right?” My husband kisses my lips and down my neck. I welcome his affections. I want him, need him. I feel strength for the first time in ages, and it ignites flames of desire within my body. It would be dangerous to think this will all end well, but for now, I’ll embrace my new-found courage.

“Take me,” I plead on a breathless whisper as my tightly coiled body unfurls and welcomes my husband between my thighs. He continues to kiss lower until reaching my breasts, and his hard length presses into my leg as the excitement within him builds. My back arches, wanting to draw him in closer. I need him now… no more waiting or thinking about it any longer. I second guess my decisions too much. I need to go with instinct.

“Theo, please.”

“Patience,” he replies, and then taking the shirt I’m wearing in his hand, he rips it open, sending the buttons popping and flying around the room. “I’m going to savor my wife. And only take her when I think she’s ready.” His large hands encase my breasts, and he squeezes hard. It sends a pulse of energy straight down to my clit, and I can feel myself getting wet as I prepare to take him when he’s ready to give himself to me.

“Need you naked,” Theo growls, helping me to sit up while removing what remains of my shirt. Next my jeans are quickly discarded along with my underwear. “You have perfect breasts.” His hands slide around my back and unclasp the fastening of my bra. It’s pulled off and thrown across the room, landing over an antique lamp on a dressing table where it swings back and forth. “Damn.” Theo sits back on the bed, stroking himself over his trousers. His knuckles look sore. The bruising I can see is the result of the words I spoke earlier, at least in part, when I condemned my father.

I lean forward and gently press a kiss to each of the cuts on Theo’s hands. The metallic taste of his blood gives an erotic edge to the vision in my head of me kissing away his injuries. He’s protected me more than any man has ever done before. He twists one of his hands around my hair and pulls my head up so our mouths can meet. They combine in a tumultuous tango of emotion and lust, crashing together like rough seas breaking over land. I’m tasting him: his masculinity encapsulated in a spicy mixture of the scent of oaky wood aftershave and the flavor of coffee…his favorite drink. This is my Theo, my husband.

He pushes me down until I’m lying on the bed and looks at me again. When my eyes follow his hand as it travels over the contours of my breasts, I see blood is smeared onto my skin from his shirt and face.

“Never again.” His vow needs no explanation. I know he means my father will not be allowed to harm me again.

He shifts from the bed and quickly removes his clothes. His hard cock springs from the captivity of his trousers with an excited bounce, glistening already at the head with pre-cum. He strokes himself a few times before lying back down on the bed.

“Up,” he orders, and I willingly obey my husband. From under my hooded eyelids, I look up at the intensity in his face. His commanding presence framed by the soft lighting in my bedroom. He’s pure sex on legs with a strong jaw, deep chestnut eyes, and full lips swollen from our passionate kissing. He reaches out and wraps his hand around my hair before pulling me down so I’m level with his dick.

“I want you to suck me.”

I hesitate momentarily, but it’s enough to worry my husband. He immediately releases my hair and brings me up to lie against his chest.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to.”

“I do,” I respond into the small covering of hair there. “I want to. I have bad memories of oral, but I want to replace them with good. Just like I replaced the vision of losing my virginity with our first time.”

“Joanna.”

I free myself from his embrace and move back down, so I’m lying next to him on the bed at his groin. I slide my tongue over his body and toward his dick. Little nips with my teeth ignite his flesh, and I can feel it heat to an inferno.

“Fuck!” he exclaims out loud when I wrap my hand around his dick and bring it to my mouth. My tongue darts out and licks up the salty taste at the tip. There is something intrinsically masculine in his flavor. He’s nothing like his father or any of the other men I’ve been forced to service before. He’s sweeter, fresher, cleaner, perfect. I swirl my tongue around the tip a few more times before drawing it into the warmth of my mouth.

“Fuck.” Is the only word Theo appears to be able to utter at the moment because as I draw him in farther the expletive is repeated a few more times. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Circling my mouth around his length, I draw him to the back of my throat. I was forced by his father to deep throat. The first time, it scared the life out of me, but with Theo, I’m not afraid. I want to please him. To show him I’m here for him only. That I’m not a damaged soul, but the sexual goddess of his dreams when I allow myself to live.

I swallow his length and hold him there for a few seconds before pulling back and expelling his length from my mouth. Saliva drips from my chin as I repeat the process accompanied by a loud moan of pleasure from my husband. I can feel my own excitement drip from between my thighs. My clit thuds with its own need. I’m getting excited from pleasing a man and making my husband happy.

Theo jolts me away from his dick.

“I’m going to come if you carry on doing that.”

“Then come,” I purr, having newly found the sex kitten within me.

Theo laughs. “There will be plenty of time for that another day. For now, I need in your pussy. I want to be immersed in you and pumping my hips so hard you’re screaming my name as you explode underneath me.”

I let out my own little laugh at the mild-mannered gentleman, and his dirty sex talk. I think I’m not the only one finding their inner self in this relationship.

“Do it then,” I offer and lie back on the bed. He places himself at my entrance and pushes straight in, in one long thrust before settling and allowing me to adjust to his intrusion.

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