Page 74 of The Heir

"Hmmm…..I think you got it. That's really,reallynice," Isobel says. I grunt lightly and spend a couple minutes rubbing her before it happens. Her face contorts on a wince and then she starts to cry softly. She sniffs, bringing a hand up to wipe it away but it doesn't matter. Another tear joins the first, then another, and another. "I'm sorry," she gasps, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't ever cry during sex."

I kiss her tears away, humming my displeasure at her hands faffing against me. "There's nothing wrong with you. You're crashing, experiencing sub drop. It's okay, I got you."

"King, p-please get off me," she sobs, trying to turn her face away as she attempts to disassociate.

I pull her back with a finger hooked under her chin and pin her with a stare. "I'm not getting up." I say softly, but sternly. "I'm not abandoning you. Not after the kind of sex we just had. I need to hold you, make sure you're okay." I rub her cheek with my thumb, seeing her eyes flickering between mine as she gasps through her lips. "Will you let me hold you, please?"

There's a tense silence between us. Just as I fear I'm about to be rejected, she nods, right as rain hits the windows in a soft pitter-patter that matches my heart beat. I love her submission. And as if the universe itself was moved by it as well, the sky opens up, filling the room with an almost deafening roar.

A sharp crack of thunder splits the air and then she suddenly moves, wrapping both her arms and legs around me and snuggling into my neck.

"Shh…" I rock her gently. "I got you, sweetheart."

"Hendrix,"she trills softly, and I work to hold her even closer, moving us to where I'm on bottom and she's draped over me.

I work the sheets over us both completely covering us up and making us our own little world where it's just me and her. She glancesaround at our little cocoon, then looks down at me, giving me a tentative smile. Reaching up, I wipe the rest of the wetness under her eyes away with both my thumbs before moving inward, smoothing over her lips.

"Tell me why you safe worded," I ask, ignoring her twitching at the next crack of thunder.

Isobel's face goes so red that I'd smile and tease her about it if I wasn't being serious trying to get to the bottom of what happened.

"I need to know, Izzy."

"Why?" she asks, lowering her eyes. Underneath that tough exterior is a softy, I just know it.

"I need to know so I know how hard to push you," I reply, keeping my voice calm and unassuming.

"You…you were fucking me too hard," she whispers, clear embarrassment draping her tone. She averts her gaze before lowering her head till it rests against my chest so she's hidden from me.

I bring up a hand and stroke down her hair slowly. "It's not anything I said? I didn't… hurt anything else besides your pussy. Did I?"

She shakes her head and gives me a 'no' that I'm not certain I believe.

"No, look at me. Give me your eyes." I wait until she looks back up and I feel myself melting. Becoming vulnerable. "I want you to tell me, as best as you know how, what happened. If you don't know what happened, then tell me what youthinkhappened."

She swallows hard, and I watch her pretty throat convulse as she struggles to find the words but I continue to stroke her, giving her patience. "I think… I think it was too much on top of the spanking you gave me. My ass hurts, and you were hitting it pretty hard just now. My skin might be too irritated."

I stare at her hard before shoving the covers off and then rolling out from under her, pushing her flat onto her front. I took her missionary so Ididn't see her ass during us fucking. At the sight of her skin I narrow my eyes, seeing red handprints on her beautiful dark flesh.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I'm pissed at myself, because I know I spanked her hard this morning, but notthishard.

Guilt swamps me. "I'm sorry," I say quietly. Lowering my head, I begin to rain kisses all over her ass, rubbing gently with my fingertips. "I'm so sorry. This was my mistake, Isobel. I'll never spank you that hard again, I promise. Please don't be scared of me," I beg her.

I don't want her to think I'm a monster.

She lays there quietly, letting me love on her. Letting me worship her.

I worry for a second that I'm about to be rejected, terrified because she has that much power over me.

"It's okay, King. You're making it all better now. You can do what you want to me as long as you put me back together again afterwards." She breathes this last part out like a prayer."But we need to talk about this marriage thing, King."She rolls onto her back and then sits up with both hands planted behind her. I'm busy trying not to be distracted by her breasts because they're just so big, andtherethat I can't help it, when she sucks her teeth hard making my eyes fly up to hers."King, look at it!"she says in a shy voice, pulling her left hand up with the back of it facing me.

I smile at the sight of the huge diamond, almost getting hard at how expensive it was. Best sixty grand I've ever spent, if you ask me.

"God, you were such a beautiful bride," I say reverently. "You were so fuckingpretty."And she was, too. The vision of her in her wedding dress, in my arms because she was too out of it to stand up floods my mind. And I suddenly find myself wanting to do it all over again. I eye her ring, feeling my dick twitch at how pretty her hand is. "Do you like it, baby?" I grit out, my heart racing because I really want her to like it.

A little look of surprise flashes across her face before she sucks in her bottom lip between her teeth, and puts her hand back down behind her. She blinks almost sleepily and nods.

Relief fills me from head to toe, but I cross my arms and clear my throat. "Good, I'm glad. But Iwouldhave taken you to pick out another one if you didn't," I reassure her. My chest tightens, and I fight like hell to beat back this wave of insecurity that I am not used to feeling. "And…" I glance around at the mess we made. "I'm sorry we fucked your bed up."

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