Page 52 of His Captive Pet

He bit at her lower lip and lifted his head up enough to stare into her eyes. “Do it. Do not take your eyes off of me.”

He released his grip on her leg and reached between them, gently touching her clit. It was just enough; her lids widened, her mouth gaped open, and her hands clenched him in her fists. No sound, no cry or scream, everything lost somewhere between heaven and earth.

Her pussy enclosed around his shaft, the waves of her orgasm driving him directly into his own. He didn’t look away; he didn’t for one second lose the sense of her body and soul beneath him as he fucked her until his breath was gone, until every spurt of his come had been expunged from his body.

Only then did he rest his forehead against hers. His hot breath mingled with her rapid gasps.

“I’ve been waiting days for that,” he ground out, pressing his lips to hers and rolling to her side, hauling her up against him. They were making a mess of the bed. His come slid from her body and smeared against her thighs, but the idea only made his cock want to start working again.

“You fucked me yesterday.” She reminded him of the quick fuck over the side of the couch.

He kissed her forehead and hugged her tighter to his chest. “That wasn’t the same. That was making a point. That was taking from you, this was you giving. This was us both giving.”

“Will you do that again? Like yesterday?” Her fingertips trailed over the dark curls of his chest hair. Trying to seem casual in her questioning, no doubt.

“Whenever I see fit.” He kissed her again, softly on the top of her head. Holding her close, feeling her heart beating against him, and knowing he had everything to do with the speed of the beats, centered him.

“The collar?” A whispered question.

“It stays on.”

She didn’t argue. She snuggled closer to him, placing a chaste kiss to his pec muscle.

A whine came from the doorway and a familiar tap tap tap of steps on the flooring outside the room.

Aubree laughed and looked over her shoulder.

“I’m not sure if he’s jealous that I’m in bed with you, or that you’re in bed with me.”

Blake snorted. The dog loved her more, but he knew his food came from Blake. And an empty stomach always obeyed the hand that fed it.

“He needs to go out.” Aubree started to roll off the bed, but he caught her arm.

“I’ll take him. There’s a clean quilt in the hope chest in the closet. Change the blanket and get in bed. I’ll be back.”

“Maybe I should take another shower.” She looked down at her leg where his come was starting to dry on the inside of her thigh.

“Why? I’m just going to put more there when I get back. I want you sleeping with me spread all over your body. That way you don’t forget.”

He hunted down his discarded boxers and stepped into them, snapping the elastic around his waist.

“Forget what?”

So easy, and so beautiful, and so—his.

“Who you belong to. Now scoot.” He walked around the bed, gave her another hard kiss, and snapped his fingers at Samuel who followed directly.

Chapter Nineteen

Aubree walked to the edge of the porch, feeling the light breeze blow across her face and through her hair. Samuel barked and ran after his ball Blake had thrown from across the grassy yard.

It was peaceful, that moment.

Blake had woken her up earlier, before the sun had fully risen, and taken her body again. He had pinned her arms over her head and nudged her thighs apart, seeking her wetness—and of course finding her ready. And more than willing.

She was still sore from the day before. His cock had stretched and pulled her, but the pain had mingled with the gentleness of his kisses. The harshness of his hand gripping hers over her head eased her mind, and every stroke, every thrust had been felt to the fullest in her soul.

Now Blake had given her a dress to wear. A flimsy cotton dress he had probably found in the back of her closet when he’d grabbed items for theirtrip. The breeze blew right through the material, making her nipples harden, which probably had been his hope to begin with. He’d denied her any underclothes.

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