Chapter 12 #2
My blade slices the satin down the middle and then I drop it on the nightstand.
The sound of the clattering blade causes her body to jerk.
When the fabric’s separated, her pretty little tits are exposed.
They’re fuller now, creamy white with dark pink nipples.
My head dips so I can suck on them. Her body arches as her breast gives up a few drops of milk.
Her hand flutters to the back of my head.
I grab her wrist and pull it away, pinning it to the mattress.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Her nipples are sore, so I’m gentle with them.
“Lie still, or I’ll spank you,” I say.
She squirms despite the warning.
All right, I think.
She’s so light it’s nothing for me to lift her and put her over my lap. I pull the ruined nightgown from her body and drop it to the floor. She struggles against the way I trap her with a hand on the back of her neck forcing her head lower than her upturned ass.
The spanking commences slowly, turning her pale skin warm and rosy and then bright with heat.
Her gasps and her pleas turn frantic, but I don’t stop until her voice cracks.
She’s close to tears, so I stop. My hand is so big it can cover most of her ass.
I rub and squeeze, partly to soothe, partly to possess.
Then I push my hand between her thighs. She tries to close her legs, clamping down momentarily on my arm.
Her attempt to stop me from touching her is useless.
My arm is stronger than her thighs. She can’t keep me out.
My finger slides into her slippery clutch easily.
“Mmm,” I say, savoring the wetness that welcomes me. “Not so innocent.” My left hand massages the back of her neck, where the bones are as delicate as a bird’s. My other hand keeps up its wicked teasing, penetrating her silky pussy, rubbing her throbbing little clit.
The tension in her muscles builds. She’s close.
I lift her from my lap and drop her on the bed. “Get on your back and spread your legs wide.”
Standing, I jerk my shirt open, making the buttons pop and drop like raindrops onto the expensive carpet. Then I unzip my trousers and shed them and my boxer-briefs.
Raven trembles as she lies on her back, her legs so pretty they look edible. I lower myself onto the bed.
“You’re not open enough for me,” I say, stroking my shaft. “Do I need to cuff your wrists to your ankles to insure you’ll behave?”
“No,” she says shakily, the brightness of her eyes irresistible.
My hand grips one thigh and pushes it up and outward. She shudders, and I bet she’s remembering our first time when I handled her exactly the same way.
My head lowers so I can lick her lips and then her throat and collarbone. My balls ache from the need to fuck her.
I whisper hoarsely, echoing the words from that first time, “You can fight if you want. It won’t do you any good.” As I say this, I push my cock into her and my muscles contract so hard my joints pop from the strain. I groan. The way her pussy fists my cock nearly makes me come.
“Please…more,” she whispers.
She gasps, and her pussy spasms around me as an orgasm overtakes her. Her walls grip me harder, racking my body with pleasure.
When I move inside her, I’m rough. My cock strikes her womb, and her belly pulses beneath her belly button. Her orgasm goes on as I fuck her, until she’s biting her bottom lip, her eyes shiny with tears.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, her voice little more than breath. “Yes…right there.”
I don’t stop until the lightning starts in my sac and strikes at the nerves at the base of my spine.
I spill my come into her little body. Nothing feels as good as this.
I groan too loudly. I can’t help it. My virgin wife is the keeper of my soul, and deep down, knowing that satisfies her.
I can use her as hard as I want, but I can never leave her.
Her small fingers grip her belly where she’s cramping. I’m too deep, but it’s part of what she enjoys. I can fuck her in ways other men couldn’t.
With the last of my seed inside her, I pull out. My panting breath ruffles her hair. The weight of my torso rests on my palms, which crowd her small frame.
Her hands slide over my sweat-slick chest.
“Tell me the things I want to hear, Raven.”
Cool fingers slip to my sides and beckon me closer. I’m too heavy to lie on top of her for long, but I lower myself so her soft skin is crushed against me.
“I’m yours, Sasha,” she whispers in my ear. “I belong to you.” The breathy words tickle the side of my face, and her lips kiss my stubbled jaw.
“What else?” I demand, burrowing an arm under her so I can press her against me even harder.
“I love you,” she says. “More than anything.”
Fuck. My body shudders, and I take her mouth in a bruising kiss, sucking on her tongue, sucking what’s left of her breath into my lungs. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and the only thing I really need.
“I’ve been gone too much, baby,” I murmur. “It reminds me of the days when I wanted you, but could only watch, not touch you.”
I roll onto my back, dragging her with me so she’s lying on my body. One of my hands cups the back of her neck, the other rests on her ass. Heat from the way I spanked her warms my palm. Everything about holding her like this feels good. I’d like to stay awake to enjoy it, but I’m too exhausted.
“I’m tired, Raven.”
Her cool lips press against my neck as she kisses me. “It’s okay. Go to sleep now.” Fingertips rub my temple as I drift. In the distance her voice reaches me, as it always does. It says, “I’m here.”
I wake slowly and realize I’m alone in the dark room. I turn my head toward the clock. Eleven thirty. I slept through my phone’s alarm. I’m surprised C and Trick didn’t text. I’m glad they didn’t.
The blackout shades have the room in almost complete darkness. Good for sleeping. Glancing at the nightstand, I realize my phone’s not there. I rub my eyes. So that’s why I overslept. She moved it so I wouldn’t hear it. I reach for the baby monitor and find Raven’s turned that off too.
I turn it on and and press the two-way button to use it as an intercom. We’ve got monitors in most rooms, so wherever she is she’ll hear me.
“Raven.” I let go of the button and lie back.
A minute later the door opens, and she comes in carrying the baby. “Look who’s here, Irina. Daddy’s still home.”
The baby holds out her arms, and I beckon for Rachel to give her to me. Rachel sets the baby on the bed, and she crawls to me and climbs to a standing position using my side to stabilize herself. I put my hand against her back to steady her as she presses the side of her face against my chest.
“Good morning, лапочка.”
Irina lifts her face and makes some happy sounds, and then slaps her hands out to the sides, banging her little palms against me.
My mouth quirks, then I draw in a deep breath and look at Raven. “My phone?”
Raven takes it from the nightstand and holds it out. It’s turned off.
“Did C call you?”
“He texted me around ten thirty. I texted back that you were asleep. He just said okay.”
The baby kisses and slaps my chest.
I pick her up to set her on top of me. She sits on my sternum, looking down at my face as she babbles. Her little foot lands on my throat, then my chin.
“I have pancake batter and bacon ready to cook. Do you have time for breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
Rachel starts toward the door.
“Raven?”
“Yes?” she asks, turning to look at me.
“My phone stays on unless I turn it off.”
“I know.”
I know she knows. She turned it off because she felt strongly I needed the rest and was determined to give it to me.
Her love for me hits me in the heart, but I can’t allow her to interfere this way again.
If something serious goes down, I can’t sleep through it.
We have C Crue operations running all night, and for some emergencies, I’m the first call.
“The next time you touch my phone, you’ll be in trouble. ”
Her light brown eyes hold steady on my face. “Okay.” She’s calm, and I can tell she doesn’t regret what she did. C Crue isn’t her highest priority. I am. She’s always been willing to defy anyone to save me, and it never fails to have an impact.
“You’re right though,” I say. “The schedule’s a problem. Sit down.”
Raven comes to the bed and sits with us.
“I’ll get some other guys ready to take over body-guarding C at night. Until then, I’ll shift my schedule. I’ll start going to the main house around noon or one, so I can sleep later. Some nights, even when I get home late, I’ll wake you up. I’ll have to, or we’ll never see each other.”
“You won’t need to wake me up, Sasha. Whatever schedule you’re on is the one Irina and I will be on too.”
That possibility sends a wave of pleasure and relief humming through me. Then a tiny foot bangs against my jaw and reminds me there’s more than myself to consider. “Is that all right for a baby? Don’t they need daylight?”
“Like flowers?” Raven says with a small smile. “She’ll be fine. What’s best for us is to see you.”
“You have conference calls for work during the day, don’t you?”
“Theater people are night owls. Our office team gets in at nine, but we don’t have creative meetings until eleven or later. Zoe’s not a morning person. I can make a later schedule work. Easily.”
Rubbing my forehead, I nod. I need to see my girls as much as they need to see me, so this will have to be the way of things for a while since Raven is willing to do it. “It won’t be forever.”
“However long it takes is fine,” she says with a calm nod.
It hits me again how much I love her. Raven’s way of being with me suits me so well it’s like we’re lock and key.
She already understands what she means to me, so I just say, “All right.” I catch the baby in my hands and raise her over my face to give her a kiss.
Then I set her on the bed next to Rachel. “Take her with you. I need a shower.”
“Okay.” She stands and picks up the baby.
“Put fruit in the pancakes.”
Raven smiles. “Since when?”
“Having some fruit is good,” I say, sitting up.
“I think what you mean is Irina likes fruit in pancakes, and you’re willing to go along with it. But, Sasha, she’s only going to eat a few bites. I can make plain pancakes and just smash a few strawberry slivers to put in her baby bowl with her pancake strips.”
“Either way.” I press the button on the side of my phone to power it on.
“Hey,” she says from the bedroom doorway.
“Yeah?”
“We love you, too. So much.” Then she’s gone, and I stare after her, ignoring my phone’s buzzing for a moment.
Our love started as a life-and-death struggle to stay together, and there are times when, deep down, it still feels that intense and dramatic.
C Crue has my allegiance, and I would take a bullet for C in a firefight if it came to that.
But the only thing that would make me lay down my gun in surrender would be a threat to Raven or our baby daughter.
I would sacrifice myself for them and go to my grave without regrets.