Page 2 of Worship Me (Men of Inked 7)
I started to kick my feet as he moved closer, flailing on the bed because I knew what he was going to do. “Please don’t.”
But James was stronger, and no matter how hard I kicked, I wasn’t going to win. He snatched my foot in midair, slipping the rope around my ankle, and secured it to the bedpost without missing a beat. “This is for your own good,” he said. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to break free.”
What a crock of shit. My glare turned into something deeper and angrier. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
He tipped his head back and laughed before he grabbed my only free foot easily, which was moving around in wild, uneven circles. “I look forward to the payback, love. You can end this, you know,” he said, standing at my side, and stared down at me with the biggest hard-on.
I closed my eyes. I needed to avoid his penetrating stare and the rock-hard, velvety smooth dick that was only inches from me. “Fuck you, Jimmy.”
I could do this. I could outlast him. I mean, we always played rough, and orgasm deprivation had been our thing for a while. But that was back in the day when we were banging like we were the last two humans on earth trying to repopulate the world. Think of something other than sex. I needed to focus on something besides the ache between my legs and the wetness running over my asshole, but it was like trying to ignore the single drip of water outside my bedroom window after a rainstorm.
“You always have to be a hardhead.” His hot breath skidded across my face as he leaned over, and his cock pressed against my arm. “Just remember, this is your choice, not mine.” His hand slid down my front, cupping my mound.
The tips of his fingers penetrated my pussy and made my need so much worse. I wanted to cry out, beg for him to give me the orgasm he’d denied me twice. I thought he’d change his mind and that maybe he’d give me what I wanted, but just as that delusion went through my mind, he pulled his hand away.
Thwack! I jolted off the mattress, the throb growing more intense at the pain and pleasure mix of his swat.
A lesser woman would cave, begging to come and giving her husband whatever he wanted. But that wouldn’t be me. It wasn’t my way. I’d always take the hardest, most fucked-up path, and James knew it. The bastard always used my personality against me.
But I’d be lying if I said I hated him. I’d never loved another man the way I completely and utterly loved my husband. A lesser, weaker man wouldn’t have been able to deal with my bullshit and attitude. That’s why we worked. Not because he handled me, but because we brought out the best in each other.
Maybe not in that moment as I was tied to the bed, splayed open while he worked me up to the point that I was ready to break.
I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to beg, but his footsteps had grown quiet and farther away. I sucked in a breath and tried to steady my breathing. He was fucking leaving me here, tied down, alone and aching for an orgasm. He didn’t like to lose as much as I didn’t like to give in. I had a hard decision to make—cave in and finally say yes, or most likely lie here all night without the ability to move.
He was a fucker sometimes, but he was my fucker. Once I heard the familiar creak of the last step on the stairway, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of anything except the throbbing need I had between my legs.
Nothing worked.
No matter what I tried to think about, it did nothing to lessen the want. The sting from his palm stayed for far too long, almost making me mindless and wanton.
I don’t know how long I lay there with no clock in the room, staring at the ceiling and going through the motions of Lamaze because it helped during childbirth and maybe it could work wonders in this situation.
An eternity passed before he came back, still naked and devastatingly handsome. “Ready?” he asked from the foot of the bed, cock still hard and taunting me as it moved.
“No.” I stared at the ceiling, keeping my eyes off his cock and his face.
It didn’t bother me in the slightest that I was spread wide, laid out before him like a toy he could fuck with all night. James had seen and explored every inch of my body, and there was nothing to be shy or bashful about. I, in turn, had done the same to him.
I knew every crevice, every birthmark, and dip to his muscles. We were one in that. We were the yin to the other’s yang and completed each other so freakishly well that if I weren’t in our relationship, I’d make myself sick from the perfectness.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
Did he really just say that to me?
Those were fighting words. The man knew better than to mutter that sentence to me. But he went there anyway. What started out as a game, because I liked to play hard to get, was turning into something wickeder.
I had two options—let it go and say yes to his simple request, or dig my heels in and not get off tonight and possibly tomorrow.
My mind was telling me to be an asshole and not give in, but my pussy was screaming for me to just say yes and end the misery.
I let my gaze wander up his body, taking all of him in, and in a moment of weakness, I let my cunt answer for me. “I’ll go to Miami to see your parents with you,” I said, almost choking on the words because I couldn’t believe I’d actually given in. The words were foreign on my tongue and tasted salty.
James looked so satisfied as he smiled down at me. “Thank you.”
“Don’t speak.” Normally, I’d be angry with myself, but I was so damned turned on that I didn’t even care anymore. I just wanted his cock, his hands, his mouth, and all of him on and in me. “Just fuck me before I change my mind.”
Thankfully, he listened. James climbed onto the bed, nestling between my legs before thrusting into me. I cried out as he pummeled me, slamming his body against mine. When the orgasm crashed over me, it didn’t feel like defeat—because it was the best damn orgasm of my life.
Izzy
“Mommy. Mommy,” Trace yelled, running through my parents’ house to leap into my arms.
I hugged him tightly as he wrapped his legs around my body and locked his arms around my neck, almost putting me in a choke hold. The little man had no idea how strong he was, just like his daddy. “I missed you too, baby. Did you have fun?”
He brought his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Nonna took us for ice cream.”
“Butter pecan?”
He looked me square in the face with his eyebrows turned inward and grimaced. “Mint chocolate chip. Pecan is gross, Ma.”
“Right.” I laughed. “Where are your brothers?”
“Outside playing with Gigi and Lily.” He untangled his body from mine and shimmied down to the ground. “I gotta go watch the Cubs with Grandpa.”
James walked in after finishing a phone call just as Trace ran back into the living room. “Where did he run off to?”
“Cubs are on.”
“Enough said,” James replied, kicking off his boots before we walked into the kitchen to greet my mother.
“Ah,” Ma said, holding out her arms to us like she hadn’t just seen us two days ago. “You two look well-rested.”
“I kept her in bed most of the weekend,” James said, moving in front of me to embrace her as she laughed. “Thank you for taking the kids off our hands for a few nights.”
She probably had no idea that he meant he’d kept me tied to the bed and not served breakfast in bed like a queen. But then again, knowing my mom, she probably suspected. “They were lovely. Soon they’ll be too old to hang out with Grandma.”
“They’ll always love you,” I reminded her. I remembered spending time with my grandparents, but as soon as I became a teenager, my weekends were spent with friends instead of them. I looked back on it now and regretted all the moments I missed.
Suzy strolled in from the living room and leaned against the counter next to me. “What can I help with? I can’t sit and watch baseball for another minute.”
“Are they losing?” I asked her.
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sp; “No, but bases are loaded, and the guys are stressing me out.”
James hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. “I’m going to go sit with the guys and bullshit.”
I patted his hand and leaned into his lips. “Have fun.”
As soon as he walked out of the room, Max, Angel, and Mia walked in, and we all started to get to work, but this week would be easier. Ma had already prepped the breaded chicken, and the pasta was lasagna. There would be no slaving over a hot stove this weekend.
“How about after dinner us girls go shopping?” Ma asked as she closed the oven door for the chicken and lasagna to cook.
“I could use some retail therapy,” Aunt Fran said, wandering into the kitchen as soon as Ma said the word shopping.
“Sounds like the best idea ever,” I said, and Max, Mia, Angel and Suzy agreed.
“Let’s get the table set, and we’ll leave the guys to clean up.” Ma laughed and held her belly. “I’m sure they can do it once.”
I loved each of them, but when it came to doing the Sunday dishes, they somehow became allergic to water. The only day they got off their asses was Mother’s Day.
“They should be doing it every week,” Max said, thinking the same thing we all did.
“You’re cute, Max,” Mia said sarcastically and motioned toward Ma with her head. “She ruined ’em.”
“I did no such thing. They were my babies, and now they’re your men. If they’re ruined, you only have one person to blame.”
Joe strolled in, sliding his arms around Suzy’s waist. “Need any help?”
All eyes in the room turned to Suzy. “We have this, baby, but do you think you guys can clean up for us? We have something we need to do.”
He kissed her neck. “We’ll get it. You ladies work too much and deserve a weekend off.”
Everyone stood there in shock and completely silent. That was classic Joe. He was the least lazy one of the bunch. He had the asshole gene too, but not when it came to the women in his life. For us, he’d do anything. But if you were a prick and hassled one of us or anyone in the family, Joe would make you wish you had never been born.
“Well, I…” Max stammered as Joe walked out of the room just as quietly and quickly as he entered. “God, sometimes I hate you, Suzy. You’re a lucky little whore.”
Suzy shrugged with a small laugh. “What can I say? I hit the jackpot.”
Max let out a tiny growl. “You and your good girl ‘I can’t cook worth shit’ act really paid off.”
“Oh, shush it,” I told Max, hitting her with my hip as I walked by. “Let’s get the food on the table so we can go spend some cash.”
