Page 59 of His Innocent Muse

“I’m glad. Come on.” I hold out my hand. “Time to get up.”

“Yessssirrrrr,” she moans in defeat, slinking off the other side of the bed.

I cover my mouth to hide my grin, resting my elbow on my other arm. My amusement quickly changes when she forces herself to her feet and sucks in a hiss of pain.

Her movements are stiff as well, and she drops back down to her ass while I trot around to her side.

“Sorry, I just need a minute, I guess.”

“No need to be sorry. I’ve got you.”

Scooping her in my arms is easy enough. Keeping my dick under control is not. It’s impossible to forget how she felt clamped around me, how she looked as the pleasure ripped through her. Still, I carry her back to the kitchen and set her on the island again. I quickly spin and tug open the fridge.

“Eggs? Fruit?”

“Do you have any…”

She pauses long enough I glance back over my shoulder, only to find her mouth curled up in the most adorable smirk I think I’ve ever seen.

“Meat?”

The laugh I bark actually rattles the fridge.

I let the door close on its own, stalking over to her and fitting myself between her welcoming thighs.

I grab her hips and slide her forward until we’re nestled together again.

“You know the answer to that,” I murmur, nibbling her neck.

“Yes, sir,” she sighs, hooking her arms around my neck.

Fuck, I can’t get over how good that sounds every time. I let out an involuntary groan, resting my forehead on her shoulder.

“That’s what I was talking about before. The polite thing.”

I chuckle and shake my head, leveling my gaze at her. “It isn’t politeness, Lucy.”

“Sure it is. Sir, ma’am, please, thanks. All that manners stuff.”

“First of all.” I snake my hand up the back of her neck, winding my fingers through her hair before giving it a gentle tug downward. “You need to understand that titles have power.”

I tug harder until her chin tilts all the way up, a thin gasp escaping as she digs into my shoulders.

Apparently, we’re diving right in before food.

“When you call me Sir, it means something, Lucy.” I nip her chin and travel my kisses down her throat. “Because I’m a Dom.”

“A-and I’m a… sub. Right? That’s what—”

“Mmhmm. Do you know what that means?”

“Not really. I mean, I sort of do.”

I lean back, relieving some of the pressure on her neck. “The shortest explanation is a Dom is in control, and the sub consents to being controlled.”

“In…all things? Or just, uh…” She blushes, wiggling her hips on the counter.

“Sexually?” I murmur it against her collarbone.

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