Luscious (Topped #1)(42)

“How are you doing?” He looked down and there were tears glistening in her eyes.

“I hated seeing her with you. I can’t stand the thought of that woman having your name.” The desolation in her voice made him stop. He quickly helped her up and had her unbound in a few seconds. She was crying freely by the time he tossed the rope aside and gathered her up. He ran his hands up and down her arms to make sure she had circulation before wrapping himself around her as she wept against his chest.

“I’m sorry, baby. She means nothing to me.”

“You loved her.”

Had he? “I thought I did, but marrying her was also a means to an end. My father was friends with hers. My father and stepmother thought it was a good match and I wanted to take the next step. I guess you’re right. I was raised to be ambitious. I was raised to constantly move forward, to always have a goal, and part of that stage of my life was to get married.”

“You were so young.”

She felt right cuddled up against him. He sank down into the big chair, settling her on his lap. “I wanted to move to the next part of my life. I suppose what I really wanted was a family. I thought if I married and had some kids, maybe it would make up for feeling so alone growing up.” He let his fingers tangle in her hair, holding her close. “I’m not going to want her back. I’m not going to want some aristocratic life. I want this life.”

She sat up, her eyes finding his. “I want this life, too. I want it with you. Macon, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

She’d had so much taken from her. “You don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

She put her arms around him and brushed her mouth to his. “I’m crazy about you, Miles. I promise I’ll listen to you next time, but you should know that any time another woman touches you, I’ll probably want to kick her ass.”

“And then I’ll spank yours.” He kissed her again, lingering this time. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No. I got emotional. Seeing her made me a little insecure. I needed this. I needed to be with you.” She hopped off his lap and turned away from him. She placed her palms flat on the desk. “You owe me ten more.”

She was presenting to him and his cock hardened painfully.

“Not like that,” he said, his voice going deep. “I want you to bend over and grab your ankles.”

She moved back and then gracefully bent over and found her position.

Macon stood up. This was exactly what he wanted. The position allowed her * to peek out, showing off glistening folds that were begging for the attention of his mouth or his cock. He settled for fingers for the moment. “This is interesting.” He slid a single finger along her labia. “I was worried you would never enjoy this part of play, but your * seems to like it fine.”

“I like it with you. I couldn’t do this with anyone else.”

He pressed his finger in, angling inside her as he used his free hand to swat her ass. “Now that we’ve discussed the situation with my ex-wife and your homicidal proclivities, let’s move on to the secondary punishment.”

He slowly f*cked that finger in and out of her *. He smacked her ass again, this one a hard swat that sounded through the quiet room. “I don’t ever want to hear you talk bad about yourself again. I don’t like it.”

Another one, exactly as rough. He could be indulgent on the first issue, but he wouldn’t be disobeyed on this one. No one got to talk shit about her. Not even her.

“I promise,” she vowed, her voice a breathy plea.

He gave her every spank he’d promised. All the while his finger moved in and out of her body. He teased at her clit. A bit of sugar and then a hard slap. By the time he was done, she was soaking wet and wanting so much more than he was willing to give her in that moment. “Up. Now you take care of me.”

The pleading look on her face almost made him change his plans. Almost.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands on the fly of his slacks. She tugged them down. Her hand ran over the skin of his thigh and he nearly growled in pleasure. He’d thought the useless piece of flesh was something he would have to try to hide if he ever took a lover, but Ally didn’t pull away or avert her eyes. She slid her nails right down to where his flesh met the C-Leg. She teased him, running her fingertips across the skin and sensitizing it while her mouth got closer and closer to where he needed it to be.

He reached down and tangled a hand in her hair. She was not in control of this. “Lick me, Allyson. Lick me and take me deep or we’re not done with the punishment.”

She pouted beautifully, but there was a grin on her face when she leaned over and gripped his cock right before running her tongue over the head.

He bit back a groan. It wasn’t only about how good it felt to have that tongue of hers coating his cock. He got hot just from the act of her submitting to him. Ally was strong, so strong, and she had emotional issues, but she pushed through because she wanted to please him. It made him willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

He was falling in love with this woman and he finally understood what the phrase really meant. His marriage to Elise had been about trying to find something, attempting to build something he’d never really had before. His relationship with Ally was as natural as breathing. It wasn’t merely something to build, but something to build on. Ally was his foundation.