Mine Now (The Phantom Vipers MC)

44. Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Hunter

The next morning, I stretch my body out next to Blake’s, where she sleeps soundly against my chest. She is so peaceful when she is sleeping. Not a sound comes from her; I have checked to make sure she was still alive multiple times throughout the night. I snore like a freaking chainsaw, so I am not sure how she has slept so soundly.

“Good morning,” she grumbles and rubs the sleep from her eyes. “What time is it?”

I look over at the clock that sits on the nightstand behind her and say, “It’s six a.m.”

She groans and lays on her back. “Why are you up so early?”

I chuckle. “I have to get ready for our ride today, sweetheart. Come take a shower with me, please.” I lean down and pull her nipple into my mouth, and she arches her back.

“Oh God, stop, they’re so sensitive this morning.”

This just makes me laugh harder, and I cover her body with mine. “What about the rest of you? Did Daddy hurt you last night?” I tilt my head.

She blushes. “You really like the whole Daddy thing, don’t you?”

I lean down and nip her bottom lip. “You’re damn right I do. I love it when you beg me.” I nip her cheek. “When you moan my name and call me Daddy.” I grind against her leg to show her how hard I am for her again already. “It makes me uncontrollable.”

She reaches between us and grabs a hold of my cock, stroking it in long strokes. “Well, I bet I could control you with the word Daddy across my lips.”

My eyes darken as I watch her stroke me to my full length. “I would do anything to be between your lips.”

She bites her lip and leans forward to nip my chin. “Then, let’s go take a shower, shall we?”

She saunters her naked body across my floor like she owns the place and disappears into the bathroom. Where did this confidence come from? I love it.

I follow behind her as she bends over the tub to turn on the water, and I swat her ass. “Your ass is going to look so pretty with my hand prints on it.”

She leans up and turns toward me. “You want to spank me?”

I nod.

“But that’s a punishment, isn’t it?” She raises her brow.

I step into her and lift her chin. “Sometimes, even punishments can be pleasurable, sweetheart.” She melts against my touch, and I can see the intrigue written on her face. But there is also a hint of doubt in her gaze. Like maybe she doesn’t trust that it will be pleasurable.

Without another word, she turns and steps into the shower.

We wet our bodies in silence as each of us takes up a space in the shower without touching one another. I don’t like the awkwardness that has fallen around us in such a short time. I turn her so that her back is against the shower wall. The water cascades down both of our bodies as I lean against her. “What has you so quiet, princess?”

She shrugs and tries to look away. But I keep a hold of her chin so that she can’t. “We won’t be doing that. When I ask you a question, I need you to answer it. The same goes for you. If you have something you need to say or ask, just do it. I would rather you be pissed off at me than feel like you can’t speak to me.” I never want her to feel like she has to stay quiet in my presence.

Her eyes widen with what looks like tears, but I brush my thumbs over both of them. “Please don’t do that. Your tears will be the death of me.”

She clears her throat. “I’ve just never been told that before. I’m so used to having to keep my stuff inside me. My feelings. My thoughts. Everything,” she whispers.

I hug her to me and wrap my arms around her. “No more, princess. No more.” After a moment in each other's arms, I turn her so that she is under the water and lather her hair. I take my time washing and rinsing it and then doing the same to her body. Making sure to spend extra time with each breast and between her legs. So much so that by the time I am done, she is clawing at my skin.

Once I release her, she turns and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to meet her lips. Then she kisses me down my chest and presses me against the wall, leaving me little room to argue before she is on her knees in front of me and clasping my dick in her hands.

I clear my throat and watch as she tilts my cock to the side to read what is written on the shaft. I smirk down at her when her eyes travel up my body. “Well, are you going to do what it says?”

She leans forward and runs her tongue along the head, before trailing her tongue across the tattoo that says ‘beg for it,’ and I nearly bust right there. “Can I please suck your cock, Daddy?” she moans, making fun of me. She thinks she is being cute, but I will watch as she begs me to take it from her throat.

I snatch her head back by her hair and trail my thumb along her lips. “You’re going to be begging better than that soon, sweetheart. Now be a good girl and take me all the way to the base.”

Her eyes widen, but she licks her lips and pulls me into her mouth. To my surprise, she takes me until the head of my dick hits the back of her throat, and she doesn’t even gag. I look down at her to make sure she is okay, but she looks like she is thoroughly enjoying this.

I pump faster in and out of her mouth, and she takes each thrust in stride. Her tongue glides along the bottom of my shaft, and it makes my knees shake. “You take me so fucking well, princess. It’s like my cock was made for you.”

She looks up at me with tear-filled eyes, and it makes me want to pound even harder into her throat. I see her playing with herself between her legs, so I decide to push my luck a little further. I love breath play. I wonder if she does too.

“I want you to trust me; can you do that?” I push her hair from her face so I can see her eyes.

She nods.

“Good girl.”

I pinch her nose shut and push to the back of her throat, cutting off all of her oxygen. After only a few moments, I pull back and let go, allowing her to grab another breath before repeating the process.

I do this over and over again until I see her getting closer and closer to the orgasm she is chasing. When I see her body start to tense up while she is catching her breath, I slam myself down her throat and close her nose so she can’t breathe through the pleasure.

She is forced to ride out the waves of ecstasy with my cock down her throat, and when the last wave crashes, I pull out and let her go. She gasps in air into her lungs with each heavy breath, and I motion for her to stand.

She does so with her eyes trained to the ground, and I lift her chin. “I’m so proud of you. How was your orgasm?”

“It was amazing.”

I nod and kiss her head. “Good, now for mine.” I lean down, wrap my arms around her waist, and press her up against the wall. She wraps her legs around me and helps me hold her up.