Page 56 of Mine To Break
It was almost enough to send pleasure cascading through her at the thought alone.
Then he fuckingbegged, and she couldn’t find it in her stone-cold Mistress heart to refuse him.
“Mal, please,” he forced the words out around a mouthful of berries. “I’m this close to blackberrying out just to get inside you.”
She loosened her grip on his dick a little and glanced at the plate. “You’ve got one bite left, sugar. Surely you can manage that for me.”
He groaned. “For you.”
Watching him lick the plate clean, she wanted his mouth licking her as diligently. Her nipples rubbed on the linen, painfully hard. It wouldn’t take more than a few strokes to send her skyrocketing with him, which was exactly as she intended. She didn’t want him thrusting too hard, straining, for fear of injuring himself.
“Done,” he panted, tilting his head to turn those baby blues to work for him too. “Mal,please.”
Taking a firm grip on his cock, she put the flail down and jerked the knot loose so the could free his hands. She backed up, literally leading him by the cock, refusing to let go. Because if she did, she had a feeling he’d try to scoop her up in his arms and burst open those fragile scars. Purple juice stained his face, bits of berry globbed on his chin, but she didn’t care. She had no intention of making him wait long enough to wash his face.
As soon as she bumped into the bed and felt the mattress against the backs of her thighs, she let go of him and started the tug the shift over her head. His hands joined in, urgent, his breathing loud. But instead of tossing the nightgown aside, he buried his face in it.
She sat back on the mattress and scooted to make room for him. “The real thing smells better than the nightie.”
When he threw it aside, his face was wiped clean. “I know. But I wasn’t only smelling.”
He grabbed her knee, hauled her back closer to the edge of the bed, and quickly buried his face between her thighs. Fisting her hands in the sheets, she threw her head back and allowed the stroke of his tongue to carry her into the stratosphere. He came up onto the mattress on his knees, scooting her higher on the bed. That cut through the bliss in a hurry. She gripped his nape and scowled at him. “No lifting.”
“Just a little.” He sank into her like he was sliding into home plate, head first, all in, and groaned, deep in his throat.
He shook, already climaxing, and she held him close, stroking his back, her mouth at his ear, whispering nonsense. “That’s it, sugar, let go, I’ve got you. My soldier boy. My husband.”
Breathing hard, he lay still against her a moment, and then shot up like that fake horse tail had goosed him. “Oh fuck!”
She sat up too, her fingers immediately seeking out the wound on his stomach to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. “What? Are you hurt?”
“Condom,” he whispered, his eyes wide. “I forgot.”
Relieved, she tossed herself back on the bed. “No worries. I’ve been on the pill most of my adult life.”
He stretched out beside her on his elbow. “I hear accidents can happen, though.”
Surprised, she searched his face, trying to tell if he knew about Vicki’s news. He didn’t seem to have first-hand knowledge. “It can,” she agreed, watching his reaction. “This is something we probably should have discussed before we got married, but how do you feel about kids?”
“Bring ‘em on. The more the merrier. Or take ‘em and leave ‘em. I don’t really care.”
“No really. I want to know if you’re open to having kids, maybe even sooner than later. I’ve got a few years on you, you know.”
He kissed her, evidently sensing a bit of insecurity in her words. “I honestly don’t care. I love kids, but I’ve got a new baby nephew and Amelia to horse around with already. I want you to be happy. If that means having a baby, then let’s go for it. If that means you want to spend all your days at work and nights torturing me, that’s fine too.”
His choice of words made her laugh in protest. “I don’t want to torture you.” He flashed her that cocky-bastard grin and she amended her words, “Well, okay, just a little.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” He stroked her cheek, his brow drawing up with his own concern. “As long as I’m enough for you, that’s all I care about.”
“Oh, sugar, why would you even think that? Of course you’re enough for me.”
“I know you’ve played a lot of Mistress games, but this is all new to me. I don’t know how far you can lure me, even with blackberry cobbler.”
She laughed and pulled him down to her, tucking his face into her neck. “I have played a lot of Mistress games, and most of the submissives I’ve played with have known exactly what they wanted and needed in the scene. I mean, if they needed punishment, they were bratty and broke the rules on purpose. If they wanted to be humiliated, they’d playact right into being ashamed and naughty. They knew what they wanted from me, and because I’m a damned fine Mistress, I made sure they got what they wanted while figuring out how to pleasure myself too.”
He hummed out a pleased purr against her skin. “You are a mighty fine Mistress, Mal.”
She kissed the back of his head. “But you know what I’ve learned? Those submissives were there in the scene to get whattheywanted. That was their primary goal. And there’s nothing wrong with that—that’s why the clubs exist. So people can find others who share their secret needs that maybe society frowns upon. But not a single one of those submissives came to me with the sole intention of making sure I got what I wanted. Except you.”
