The Strength of the Pack (Suncoast Society #30)(53)

She tried to rub herself against his leg, but he dropped his full weight onto her, pinning her. She loved it when he did that, immobilizing her with his body.

“Your *, your ass—they belong to me now, and I shall be making up for lost time.” His devious smile made her clit throb even harder. “I have so many dirty fantasies rolling around in my brain, you have no idea.”

“Probably no dirtier than the ones I’ve been thinking,” she admitted, her face heating.

He raised his head. “Truly? Do tell.”

He still had her pinned, and she wished they were both completely naked already. “I’ve wondered what it would feel like for you to f*ck my * while you had my ass filled with a toy,” she softly admitted.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Love, that is a delicious fantasy I shall be happy to fulfill for you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “In fact, let’s check it off the list tonight, shall we?”

Her heart raced as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He sat up and started unbuttoning her shirt. “I’ll admit that was one of my fantasies, too,” he said. “Why do you think I’ve had so much fun training you for anal play? That, and having a toy stuffed in your * while I f*ck your ass.”

A shiver rolled through her, electric heat that started in her clit and quickly spread. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I’d like that, too.”

He parted her shirt and pushed her bra up, exposing her breasts. She’d started to reach for his arms, to touch him, but he said, “Arms over your head and keep them there.”

She immediately complied, loving the sharp edge to his tone.

“I own you,” he said, his hands slowly squeezing her breasts until she gasped. “I own your body now. I plan to claim every square inch of it. Well, except that portion I’m loaning to Jesse.” He smiled, pulling a giggle from her.

“Yes, Sir.”

He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, making her squirm as it triggered more throbbing from her clit.

Leaning in, he sucked on her left nipple, hard, then her right, back and forth until she was trying to rock her hips underneath him for traction.

“Another rule,” he said. “From this point on, I’m in control of your orgasms.” He grinned. “In fact, I might withhold orgasms as alternate punishment for you while you’re pregnant.”

She whimpered. “I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” She’d rather take a paddling than get worked up and not be able to get over.

Boy, could he ever work her up.

“I’m sure you’ll try,” he teased. “Even the best girls have their naughty moments.”

He climbed out of bed, finished stripping, then undressed her. “Oh, just a minute.” He got out of bed and left the room, quickly returning with a towel and items from the toybag—a butt plug, lube, the Hitachi and an extension cord, and a condom.

“Hands and knees, love,” he ordered. She quickly complied, wiggling her butt at him even as she felt her * drenched with her juices. She dropped her head to the bed, moaning as he lubed her ass and the toy and then slowly started working it inside her.

With his other hand, he played with her clit. “Do not come yet, baby,” he ordered. “You do, you’re getting paddled.”

That made her whimper. “But Sir, you’ve got me horny.”

“You can come once my cock is inside you.”

“Did you bring a second condom?”

He froze.

That made her look. “What?” She knew they were out of the flavored condoms, but thought he had more of the regular ones.

“Bollocks,” he muttered. “There was only one. Hold on. One thing at a time.” He lightly swatted her on the ass. “Let me get this inside of you first.”

Once he did, and the butt plug had settled inside her and pulled another moan from her, he got out of bed again. She heard him rummaging around in the toybag and fought the urge to burst into frustrated tears.

Yes, he’d make her come.

But she’d really wanted to have him inside her like that when she did. And there probably wouldn’t be another good chance for them to have another unhurried night together like this for several weeks.

Finally, he returned, triumphant. “Aha! I found one.” He stared at it. “It was buried at the bottom of my bag.” He frowned, turning the package over. “Hope it’s not expired.”

“I don’t care!” she said, relieved. “Please!”

He smiled. “You’ll get to come, don’t worry.”

“But I want you.” She couldn’t help it. Yep, more tears.

His smile faded and he hurried back to the bed, climbing in with her. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“I want this. I want you. I want something that’s ours, now. Just ours.”

“You’ve got me, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I haven’t…since Leo. That’s been…well, over a year.”

He kissed her. “If it’s any consolation, it’s been about two years for me, too.”

“I thought you only slept with someone after you collared them.”

“No, I never said that. I don’t just jump into bed with someone. I haven’t collared someone before like I have you. But people I’ve been with before romantically weren’t always playpartners, even if they were kinky. But over the past several years I grew more and more choosey until it was easier not to be in a relationship than it was to try to find someone.”