Page 57 of His Own Heaven

Pink spots rose on Lucy’s cheeks and she bit her lip. Her gaze darted down and away.

Toby stared up at her, his brow pulled tight, his eyes narrowed. “What is it?”

Digging her toe into the plush pile of the rug covering the bedroom floor, Lucy gave a half-shrug and an embarrassed smile. “I don’t want to diminish the weight of everything you’ve just said, because honestly, that was just about the most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Something in Lucy’s underlying tone sent a warning to every nerve in Toby’s body, made his muscles lock down tight and his jaw clench as he waited for the inevitable blow. “But…?”

Lucy shifted closer and stood between his knees, moved his hands to her hips then placed hers on his shoulders, curled her fingers into the cotton of his shirt. Then she smiled down at him, her eyes bright with need. “I really like it when you call me baby.”

Relief flooded Toby and burst out of him on a shaky laugh. “I really like it when you call me master.” Lucy’s blush deepened and Toby wanted to throw her down and fuck his way into her until she cried out “master” all over again. He rubbed his thumbs over the soft flesh of her hips, just above the lace of her panties. “But I also need you to know I meant every word I just said. I promise I’ll be there for you. I’ll support you, shield you or just stand back and watch you kick arse. Understand?”

Nodding, she smiled at him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Master.”

A spark of wanting crackled through his veins, lighting up every corner of his body and brain as Lucy said the word he’d been longing to hear again. But Toby had other tasks to attend to before he could satisfy his own lust. Like reminding his little subbie who was in charge and that there were consequences for her actions.

“Right now, though,” he said seriously, staring her down as he rose to his feet. “I want you to pick up your dress, put it on, then bend over the bed and accept your punishment.”

Lucy sucked back a short, sharp breath. “Punishment?”

“You’ve made us late for dinner, baby,” Toby said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it free of the loops on his jeans. “I think five lashes should suffice.” He watched her gaze darken and shutter with pleasure, saw her throat bob and her chest rise and fall with a quickened breath. “On each cheek.” Lucy whimpered and the pink of her earlier blush crept down her throat towards her breasts. Her thighs were pushed together. Tightly. Toby let his mouth curl up on one side as he folded his belt in half, loving the way her eyes tracked his movements. “Are you turned on, baby? Does the thought of my belt curling around your spectacular arse make you wet for me?”

She nodded rapidly and whimpered again. “Yes, Master.”

Ignoring his need to adjust his aching cock, Toby slapped the belt against his palm and watched Lucy tremble. He kept his focus sharp in case her knees gave way and he had to catch her in a hurry, before she collapsed in a horny heap on the floor. “Then you’d better be quick. If we’re lucky we might still make our reservation.”

Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard as she clutched the dress to her chest. “We’re still going out?”

“Yes, we are,” he said gently.

Chewing on her lip, Lucy’s gaze darkened under a furrowed brow. “People will stare.”

“Let them.”

“But—”

“But nothing.”

Toby understood why Lucy felt anxious, especially after some of the things people had said to her in the past. Seriously, if he ever met the guy who offered to make her a porn star… well, Toby had access to a wood chipper, a state forest and several siblings with flexible morality when it came to protecting their loved ones. And he was pretty sure no one would miss the douchebag.

His belt dangling from one hand, Toby cupped Lucy’s cheek with the other and bent to kiss her lips. “If people want to stare at us, let them. They want to whisper about us, who cares? You’re mine, Lucy. And I’m proud to be seen with you, scars and all. Trust me to look after you. Please.”

Barely a second passed before Lucy straightened her spine and nodded, that one short, sure bob of her head all the permission Toby needed to continue.

“Good girl,” he said, her submission causing a pleasurable warmth to bloom in his chest, then he tightened his hand around her chin. “Now bend over the fucking bed. I’m hungry.”

Chapter Eighteen

Lucy closed her eyes and rolled her lips between her teeth. Every time she moved, even the tiniest bit, the welts on her arse rubbed against the lace of her panties and sent a riot of sensation scorching through her body, heating her up in all the right places.

Rolling her lips between her teeth was the only thing stopping her from moaning out loud and announcing to the entire bloody restaurant exactly how horny she was.

Closing her eyes was simply so she couldn’t see the smug grin on her lover’s face as he revelled in her discomfort.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if Toby had fucked her after he’d punished her, helped her burn off all that extra adrenaline, but he hadn’t. Apparently making him wait to eat his dinner meant she had to wait for him to eat her pussy. Because that’s what he’d promised her as he’d run his fingers over her aching arse then slipped them between her shaky legs.

“You’re going to sit on my face and I’m going to make you come so fucking hard,” he’d whispered in her ear as he’d stroked his thick fingers through her arousal. He’d tormented her clit with gentle, taunting almost-caresses, had worked her into a frenzy then left her wanting. Aching. Needing. “I’m going to lick up every drop of your sweet desire, baby. And by the time I’m done with you, you’ll never want to leave my bed again.”

Lucy opened her eyes, let out a long, slow breath and wondered if it was possible to make it through dinner without making a complete fool of herself. Although, if she was being honest, that ship had already sailed.

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