Page 17 of The Throwback

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, rubbing my thumb adoringly across her cheek as she bobs up and down, using a gentle suction to coax my orgasm to the surface. To be honest, she could just look at me with those gorgeous green eyes, unmoving, and I would blow all over her with no problem. Bailey has a hold on me that’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. She’s mine, and I’m hers. No matter what happens after this week, that’ll never change.

I pull out of her mouth, earning a needy whine as I round her body and sit on the bench. She turns without standing, settling her hands on my thighs. Gently gripping her soaked hair, I guide her back to my cock and she resumes sucking immediately, like she needs this just as much as I do. She’s straddling my foot, which is exactly where I want her positioned for this.

I get lost in the way she gradually takes me deeper, drooling and moaning quietly as she grows more andmore aroused. I’m not shocked by it, considering she was ready to come when I stopped her. “Good girl, baby,” I praise, feeling every muscle in my body as they begin to fire off under my skin. Electricity shoots through my limbs, tightening in my core and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I can’t hold back any longer.

“I’m going to come all over your pretty face, Bailey,” I tell her, pulling the hair on the back of her head until she pops off. She looks up at me with wide eyes, waiting patiently as I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke. Her brows pull in, showing me how much agony I’m putting her through by leaving her so turned on. I hold her chin up, nodding to let her know that I understand what she wants as my balls pull tight and I explode, shooting my load all over her face. She opens her mouth, catching what she can while I paint her with my forgiveness. I only stop when I’m completely empty, resting my head back on the wall for a moment while I catch my breath. She goes to stand, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down so her pussy is pressed to my leg.

“Oh, we aren’t done yet,” I say. “You want to act like a disobedient puppy, I’ll treat you like one. Ride my leg.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wh-what?” she stammers, clearly disbelieving what I’m telling her to do.

I lean forward, gently grabbing her chin and capturing her gaze. “I told you that your pleasure was mine. Every touch. Every orgasm. Every drop of that sweet cum belongs to me. You tried taking it foryourself whilefantasizing about me.Now you’re being punished. I need you to understand that I’m willing to devote my entire life to making you happy, Bay. I’ll quit my fucking job. Stay home all day. Give you whatever you want and then some. All you have to do is let me. I’ll never tell you no. I promise.” My eyes harden as I tighten my grip on her jaw. “But if you steal from me, you’ll pay for it. Nowride. My. Leg.”

She obeys, slowly grinding herself on my shin. I can feel how slick she is with arousal as she moves, and I almost feel bad for making her do this when all she wants is for me to fuck her. But I told her already. Once we do, there’s no way I’m not making her completely mine in every way. I’m ready for it, but I need to be sure she is too.

She picks up speed, rubbing herself shamelessly as her moans ricochet off the glass of the shower door. She wraps her small hands around the back of my knee, holding on like her life depends on it while she chases her orgasm. It’s the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen, and it isn’t lost on me how lucky I am to have her trust me in this way. Submitting to someone isn’t an easy thing to do, especially when punishment or redirection is involved. She wouldn’t be doing this if she thought I was trying to disrespect her. She knows I would die before I ever did that.

“Just like that,” I say as she tightens her grip and thrusts faster, whining into the steam-filled air as her legs begin to shake. “You’re doing such a good job. Come on my leg.”

With that, her hips jerk and she stiffens, crying outher release as she lowers her head to my knee. I pet her hair as she rides it out, whispering gentle praises to her while she slowly goes limp and slides to the floor. I give her a minute to catch her breath before lifting her into my lap and holding her close, pressing kisses to her cheek and forehead.

“Sit here,” I say, standing to gather the shampoo and body wash, then turning back to take care of her. I wash her as she sits with her eyes closed, fighting her exhaustion, doing my best to hurry so I can get her out of here before she conks out. Turning off the water and reaching for her towel on the hook outside the door, I dry us both off thoroughly before picking her up and carrying her straight to bed.

Sliding in next to her, I pull her into me, fighting those three words as they try to force themselves out of my mouth. Although I know how monumental they are, it’s only a matter of time before I can’t keep them bottled up inside me any longer. That should have me running the other way, and with anyone else, I would be. But not with Bailey. She owns my heart.

I just hope she wants to keep it.

TEN

BAILEY

“Are you sure about this?”I ask Jett, smoothing my cocktail dress with my palms as I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. “I’m not part of the team like the other wives and girlfriends. Are you sure they’ll want me at an event like this?”

He abandons where he’s getting dressed in the bathroom, walking over and standing behind me. “You’re with me,” he says, gathering my hair and placing it over one shoulder, dropping his lips to my exposed neck before catching my gaze in the reflection. “You’re a part of my family. That’s what this dinner is for—to show appreciation for everyone who’s had an impact on our lives. That includes you, Bay. Plus, I want to be the guy with the prettiest girl in the room on his arm for a change.”

“Date a lot of hideous women, have you?” I sass, making him pinch my sides. I squeal out a laugh as he wraps his arms around my waist and hauls me into his chest.

“No, smart-ass. But I’ve been on this earth for twenty-five years and I’ve never had my breath sucked from my body like I did in that elevator the other night. You’re perfect and I can’t wait to show you off. Now let me finish getting ready so we can get out of here.” I nod as he pats my ass before returning to the bathroom. Turning back to the mirror, I look at myself with a soft smile, grateful that he was able to ease my nerves.

When he asked me to be his date to tonight’s team dinner, I was reluctant to say yes. I knew it was happening because I was scheduled to do Dia’s make up a few hours ago, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to be invited as a guest. Since the guys will be heading to their own floor tomorrow, where they aren’t permitted to leave at night, this is the last time they’ll have with their families and friends before the big game. I suggested going home because I wasn’t sure how I felt about staying in Jett’s room alone, but he begged me not to. He said he would sleep better knowing we were only separated by an elevator ride. Deep down, I’m glad he wanted me here, because not only has it been easier to get to Dia every day, but I’ve loved waking up next to him.

The last few mornings have given me a taste of what life as a submissive to a Pleasure Dom is like. Not only does he want to fulfill my every need as far as orgasms, but he also enjoys taking care of me. He’s done everything from brushing my hair to fastening the straps on my heels. He makes sure I’ve eaten and drank enough throughout the day, even when he isn’t here, and while it’s definitely going to take some getting used to, it feelsgood to know that my happiness and well-being are toward the top of his priority list. I have no problem taking care of myself, since I’ve been doing it all my adult life. But sometimes it’s a relief to know that if I don’t want to, someone else can shoulder that weight. I already know I don’t want things between us to end completely after this week is over, but I’m still unsure what it’ll all look like. Will he expect me to move to Boston? Will I want to? I love my job, so I wouldn’t want to give up being an esthetician, but I’m not necessarily attached to the spa. I do love Tampa, though. So I don’t know if I’d ever actually want to leave.

It’s a lot to think about, especially since it’s only been a handful of days for us, so I’m trying not to dwell too much on making such big decisions. We said we were going to enjoy the week and see where it takes us, and that’s what I want to do. I don’t want to let anything ruin the time we have left here. Playing in a Super Bowl is a once in a lifetime opportunity—or twice, for the Boston Blizzard—so we should be soaking this all in. I’ll continue to weigh the pros and cons of getting into a long-distance relationship and moving to another state, since he certainly can’t come to me. But right now, I’m going to push it all aside for Jett.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, adjusting his cufflink as he stands in front of me. The man is flawless in every way, with his hard muscles straining against the fabric of his dress shirt. His pants are definitely tailored to fit him, and I can see every ridge in his legs, even though they aren’t moving. It makes my mouth water, but I try not to let it show as I nod and step toward his outstretchedhand, sliding mine into it. He weaves his fingers through mine, squeezing gently and melting away any leftover anxiety from my decision to accept his invitation.

My phone vibrates with a notification, and I see that I’ve been added to a group chat—one that’s been flooding for the last hour. I was so caught up in getting ready and worrying about being accepted that I didn’t even check it.

CHILLY CHASERS GROUP CHAT

Dia:

I added Bailey to the chat. What are you guys wearing?

Bella:

Hey, Bailey! I got a white off-the-shoulder dress from Versace. Mav loves it. He says it makes me look like a bride, which is funny because there’s still no ring on my fucking finger.

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