Page 32 of Legions

I chuckled. “That stays. I said you were free, not that I wouldn’t keep tabs on you.” Then I climbed inside and closed the door behind me. For Capri’s sake, I hope he found the man he hadonce been. She worried about him, although she would never say anything.

I watched through the window as my little doll stepped out of the bathtub, droplets of water rolling down her perfect creamy skin. Bubbles still clung to her as she walked over to pick up her towel. I stroked my cock, watching her bend over, sticking her ass in the air. The pink tint to her bottom telling me how hot the water temperature had been. I stepped closer, remaining in the shadows so that I could get a clear view of her pussy lips.

My dick jerked in my grasp thinking about that tight hole on her tiny body. She stood back up and unclasped her hair, letting it cascade down her back in golden waves. I imagined grabbing it in my fist and holding it tight while I slid my cock down her throat. Tears leaking at the corner of her eyes as she stared up at me.

Capri put the towel in the hamper, then placed her hands on the counter before jumping a little to sit on the cold marble. Slowly, she lifted a foot and put her heel on the edge, then the other, until her legs were open wide enough for me to see everything. I had to stop pumping and take a deep breath.

Her dainty hand with bubblegum pink nails moved down between her legs until her middle finger slid over her clit, then between the folds of her pussy. I watched her head fall back onto the mirror behind her as she played with her wet cunt. My fist tightened its grip on my erection, and I squeezed before I began jerking it. My breathing heavy, the sound of the night the only other thing around me. One finger slid into her entrance, then another. Her hips lifted, and she bucked against her hand several times before taking her fingers out and lifting them to her mouth. She licked them, her eyes now looking at me.

I knew she couldn’t see me in the darkness, but she was well aware I was here. This show was for me, after all. My naughty little doll teasing me. “That’s it, lick that sweet pussy juice,” I encouraged her.

She sucked then began to play with her clit causing her mouth to fall open and her eyes to close. The tightening in my balls warned me I was close. The thought of burying my cock deep inside her and unloading was teasing me. I knew how perfect that felt. Leaning forward slightly, she spit, and the saliva hit just below her belly button, then eased down until it seeped into her pussy. I could hear her moan, and her body began to tremble.

“Squirt for me, little doll. Let me see it,” I murmured, my own breathing ragged.

My hand began to pump faster as her mouth fell open and her body arched. The spray of her release shot out as she cried.

“Fuuuck!” I groaned as I watched her, my come hitting my stomach and forearm. “Goddamn, baby.”

A slow smile curled her lips as she let her legs drop and sat up. Then she held out her hand in my direction and curled her finger for me to come inside before slipping off the counter and walking into our bedroom. Leaving me with the view of her naked ass.

Someone was about to get a spanking.

• Eighteen •

I imagine that, as a child, he only needed someone to let him feel safe and give him the opportunity to display his sense of security.

Capri

I’d been living with Thatcher for six months, yet I had only been in his parent’s mansion a handful of times and only once since we’d become a couple. Although this was a family meal to celebrate his father’s birthday, and Sebastian would be here with Royal as well, I was still nervous. One would think that Thatcher was the most intimidating member of the family, so I should have no problem doing this. But for me, it was his mother that I felt unsure about. We barely knew each other. Stellan came to the stables, and I’d spoken to him many times. Both he and Mandilyn had been at the Breeders Cup, but even there, she’d done nothing more than give me a tight smile.

It wasn’t like Thatcher was close to her. He rarely spoke of her. Which made my chest ache when I thought about it, so I triednot to. Thinking of that little boy whose mother hadn’t nurtured him properly broke my heart.

“Relax, Little Doll,” Thatcher said, leaning close to my ear.

I glanced up at him as he straightened back up. He winked at me. I tried to do as he said, but my body remained stiff. I couldn’t help it.

I heard feminine laughter as we walked closer to the drawing room or whatever the lady who had met us at the door had told Thatcher where everyone was gathered. She’d been flustered when he walked inside without ringing a bell, or like most people, he just made her nervous.

“I was on the verge of being completely appalled until the sales lady agreed and sold me the purse for twenty-five percent off,” I heard his mother say just as we entered the room.

Sebastian sat on a white velvet sofa, his ankle propped on the opposite knee and a glass of amber liquor in his hand. Royal sat by his side, beaming at whatever Mandilyn said as Stellan poured a glass of something at the bar. Mandilyn was the first to notice us, perched on the edge of a chair, her legs crossed straight, looking regal. Her gaze lost its warmth when they met Thatcher and then me.

Sebastian turned his head to see us, and his smile grew. “About time,” he called out. “I was beginning to think I needed to come rescue Capri.”

Thatcher shot his brother an unamused glance. He then turned to me. “What would you like to drink?” he asked me as if no one else was in the room worth greeting.

I started to say water when I decided I might need something stronger for this. “Champagne?” I asked.

He squeezed my hip once before striding over to where his father was.

“Sit, Capri. We were just listening to Mom share her first bargain shopping experience with Royal,” Sebastian explained.

My eyes shifted to Royal’s as I sat. She was grinning as she looked from Sebastian to me. I tried not to let it bother me that Mandilyn had gone shopping with Royal but never once tried to spend any time with me, and I’d been with Thatcher longer than she had Sebastian. I shoved that aside. That was a silly thing to think about.

Stellan took his glass and turned around, giving me a nod. “Hello, Capri,” he said in greeting.

“Hello,” I replied, feeling more awkward than I had ever been. Thatcher walked back to me with a glass that I was tempted to throw back and ask for a second. I took it and whispered a thank you before placing it to my lips to sip when I wanted to gulp.

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