Chapter 33
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Reuben placed his thumb in her mouth. “Suck, baby.”
She sucked on his thumb, her legs growing weak.
“Tell me you’re on birth control,” he murmured.
Oh heck. She nodded. She had an implant since she was terrible at remembering to take medication.
“Good girl. I’ve never taken someone bare, but things are different between us.”
God. He could be lying to her . . . telling her what he thought she wanted to hear.
But, somehow, she didn’t think he was.
“I’m clean. I’m tested regularly.” He drew out his phone and held something out to her. She took it all in briefly. Test results. And they were all clear.
“I’m . . . I’m clean too.”
“What a good girl you are. Fuck. I cannot wait to fill you up with me.”
Oh, yes, please.
Moving behind her, she heard him shuffling around. She turned her head to look. Naked Reuben. Yummy.
“Turn back around. You weren’t given permission to move.”
She shot back around, not wanting to be spanked again. She couldn’t handle anymore.
Grabbing her hips, he entered her slowly, stretching her wide.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“Stare out the window,” he commanded, grasping hold of her hair to pull her head back. “Look out. Do you think anyone is looking? That they’re watching the way you take my cock so well?”
Another whimper.
She couldn’t help the rush of arousal that ran through her, the way her pussy clenched down on him.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmured. “You like the thought of someone watching you. They’ll never know who you are, baby. They will never make you feel ashamed. I promise.”
God, she hadn’t even been thinking about that. She was too turned on by him fucking her. Driving himself into her.
Moving his hands back to her hips, he started to fuck her in earnest. She panted heavily, staring out of the window.
“Right now, they could be admiring these beautiful breasts, wondering how I ever got so fucking lucky. Let them be jealous. Because you’re mine. And I’m keeping you. They can look. But they’ll never touch. They’ll never know what it feels like to have this hot, wet pussy surround their dicks.”
Her breathing grew faster as he continued to fuck her while whispering dirty words in her ear.
And it was so freaking hot that she felt her orgasm growing.
“Sir,” she moaned.
She’d never come just from someone fucking her. She always needed stimulation on her clit.
“Yes, baby?”
“I . . . I . . . ”
“Tell me,” he demanded as he fucked into her. Hard.
He wasn’t treating her like she was delicate right now. As though she might break.
Nope. He was fucking her hard and raw.
She’d feel it tomorrow. Feel where his fingers imprinted on her hips, where his dick claimed her.
Possessing her.
“I want to come again.”
“Then you’ll come.”
“I need . . . I need . . . ” Why was it so hard for her to tell him what she needed?
“What do you need, my baby?”
His voice was rough, hot. And she moaned again as he hit this spot inside her that had her seeing stars.
“I need to touch my clit. Please. I won’t be able to come unless I touch my clit.”
“You’ve never come just from being fucked?” he asked.
“No!” She shook her head. “I can’t!”
“I don’t like that word, remember?”
Shoot. It seemed like she might be in trouble right now.
He moved one hand and placed it on her mound, right over her clit.
It wasn’t enough friction. Not nearly enough. She sobbed.
“Please,” she begged.
“I want you to try. For me. You can try, can’t you, baby? And if you can’t come from just my cock, I will lay you back on the sofa and eat you out. I promise.”
Another cry, but she nodded.
“Just empty your head. Don’t think of anything but pleasing me. Of what you can feel. Nothing else. All you have to do is just hold on and feel.”
“No pressure?”
“No pressure. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so tight. God. I can barely hold myself back from coming inside you right now. Fuck, baby.”
A whimper escaped her. She needed more.
“Please, please,” she cried. “I need more. Harder. Faster. Please. It feels so good.”
“You beg so fucking nicely. Such a good girl for me. And good girls get rewarded, don’t they?” He slid his hand away from her mound, but she barely noticed as he fucked her even harder. It was all she could do to keep herself upright.
Her orgasm was building inside her. Growing and growing.
“I want you to come with me, baby. I know you can do it. Come around my cock. You know I own you, so be a good baby girl for me and come.”
She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this during sex. She was sobbing. So wet that she knew she was making a mess of him, of her dress. And in so much need that she couldn’t take it anymore.
Emptying her mind, Faith let go.
And. It. Was. Glorious.
She came around him, clenching down on his thick dick as he groaned, spilling himself inside her. Her mind spun, and the room around her disappeared.
All that was left was Reuben and pleasure.
By the time she started coming down from the high, he’d pulled out of her and was lifting her up into his arms.
“My dress is ruined,” she muttered, snuggling into him. Her mouth found his nipple and she flicked it with her tongue.
He shuddered and slapped her thigh. She yelped, glaring up at him.
“Behave yourself, brat. I thought that spanking would have been enough, but if you need more . . . ”
“I don’t!”
He grinned and carried her into a huge bedroom. It was kind of sparse. The bed was enormous, with a large headboard made of a wooden frame with a leather insert.
There were two matching nightstands and a television on the wall at the end of the bed. A dark-blue rug lay on the floor under the bed. And that was it. No knickknacks, no lamps, no photos. Not even a stray sock or pair of boxers on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You’re very tidy.”
He grunted. “I like things to be a certain way. I like order and structure.”
What the heck was he doing with her then? Nothing about Faith was neat and tidy.
He carried her through into a bathroom. It was completely tiled with black, white, and gold marble. It was so opulent that it took her breath away. Two sinks, an enormous walk-in shower, and a jetted bath tub. There was a door to the side which she guessed led to the toilet. Reuben set her down by the shower before reaching in to turn it on.
“This is . . . it’s so gorgeous.”
“You like it?”
“How could I not?”
He glanced around as though taking it in for the first time. “It’s nice.”
Wow. He must be used to fancy things if he thought this was just nice.
He undid her dress the rest of the way and it pooled at her feet. She was in too much awe to really care that she was fully naked for the first time in front of him.
Thank God she’d shaved everything today, though.
“Come on, the water is warm enough.”
“Oh.” She stared at him as he stepped into the shower and held a hand out to her. “I just, um, need to go to the toilet first.”
Faith could feel him leaking out of her. And it might be weird, but she wanted to clean up before she got in the shower.
“Blossom, get in here. Now.”
She was stepping into the shower before she’d even thought about it.
With a sigh, she stared up at him in disgruntlement. “What if I’d needed to pee? It’s a good thing to pee after sex.”
“Did you need to pee?”
“No,” she grumbled. “I wanted to clean up a bit.”
“I’ll clean you up.” He lowered his finger to her pussy, running it over her slit. “But you’re right, you should pee after sex. I just don’t like the idea of you getting rid of the evidence that I was inside you, claiming you.” He pushed two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp.
Then he drew them away and started washing her. He wouldn’t let her help as he washed every inch of her. Taking out her lucky hair clip, he started washing her hair.
She’d never had her hair washed by a partner before. It was divine. He even massaged her scalp.
Finally, she slumped against him in exhaustion. Picking her up, he carried her out of the shower. He quickly dried them both off before wrapping her hair in a towel. Then he turned her toward the toilet.
“Go pee. I’m going to get us some water. I’ll bring you something to wear as well.”
She stumbled her way to the toilet. After peeing, she walked out and spotted a T-shirt sitting on the counter. It was a faded charcoal and had the words, ‘Wishingbone, Montana’ on the front. She pulled it on. It was so soft and it fell well past her bottom.
Wait. Wasn’t Wishingbone where his sister lived?
He walked into the room with two bottles of water, running his gaze over her.
“This T-shirt is cute.”
“My sister gave it to me. One of her friends decided to make merchandise for the town. Surprisingly, the tourists love it. Although her man had to stop her from making a dildo in the shape of a wishbone and putting the town logo on it.”
“W-what?”
“Yep.”
“That could work as a clit tickler,” she suggested.
He groaned. “You are never allowed to meet Kiesha.”
She pouted, guessing that was the name of his sister’s friend. It wasn’t likely that she’d ever go to Wishingbone, but if she did, she might like to meet Kiesha.
“As nice as this T-shirt is, I don’t think I can go home wearing just this,” she pointed out.
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s okay since you’re not going home.”
She wasn’t?
Oh. He wanted her to stay.
“You look so surprised. I can’t believe you thought I was going to send you home after what just happened.”
Well, she hadn’t been sure. And she didn’t like to assume. Then she realized that he expected her to sleep here. Without her stuff.
Without Colin and her pacifier.
“But . . . but I don’t have a toothbrush,” she told him. “Sorry. Oral hygiene is very important to me. So I’ll just have to go home and come back another time to stay. Thanks for the offer of a sleepover, though.”
He reached past her and opened up a cupboard, pulling out a toothbrush still in its packaging.
“That’s very well-prepared.”
He gave her a knowing look. “I asked my housekeeper to get a new one for you. I don’t bring women back here. Ever.”
Great. So obviously he could read every thought on her face.
“I’m never going to be able to hide anything from you, am I?” she grumbled as he drew the towel off her head.
“And you’ll never try,” he said sternly. He took it from her and undid the packaging.
“What about girlfriends?” she asked as he put toothpaste on the brush.
Then he lifted her onto the counter and ran the water, putting the brush under it.
“I don’t have girlfriends.”
“Ever?” she asked in shock.
“Hmm. No, I had some girlfriends when I was younger. But not since I turned thirty, no.”
Wow.
“And I moved in here about four years ago. So no woman, other than my sister, housekeeper, Gwen, or Cat have ever been here.”
That made her feel ridiculously warm and fuzzy.
“Now, open your mouth.”
Confused at his command, she parted her lips and he placed the toothbrush into her mouth.
Shock filled her, and she reared back. She would have banged her head against the mirror if he hadn’t quickly slipped his hand around the back of her head to shield it.
“Easy, baby. You could hurt yourself.”
“S-sorry,” she said. “I just didn’t expect you to brush my teeth.”
“No one has ever brushed your teeth for you?” he asked.
No. Was that weird?
She shook her head.
“Not even in Little headspace?”
“No.”
“Huh. Good. I like being your first.”
“If you fuck my ass, that will be my first too.”
Faith went bright red as soon as she said that. She could feel how hot her cheeks were.
Dear. Lord.
“I’ve never heard you say the word fuck,” he murmured. “It sounds so dirty on your lips. And I like that I’ll be the first to do that to you as well. Because there are no ‘ifs’ about it. I’m going to fuck that pretty, pert ass.”
The one she was uncomfortably sitting on.
“Can I stand up?” she asked.
“No. If you didn’t want a sore bottom, then you shouldn’t have been naughty. Now, open again.”
She let him clean her teeth, blushing the entire time. But there was something really sweet about Reuben taking care of her like this.
After he’d finished cleaning her teeth, he grabbed a washcloth and wet it, then he proceeded to clean her face even though she’d just been in the shower.
“Just getting all of your makeup off,” he murmured.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
Finally, he dried her hair. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the side furthest from the door. Was that a coincidence?
Somehow, she didn’t think so.
Reuben was so protective that he was likely to think about things like sleeping closest to the door.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead before disappearing back into the bathroom.
She sighed in pleasure. This bed was absolute luxury. Of course, anything would feel amazing after sleeping on a horrible sofa bed with springs that loved to torment her.
Still, this bed was extra luscious.
There was just one problem.
She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to sleep. She rolled back and forth, trying to get comfortable.
Reuben returned and climbed into bed. She rolled toward him and he drew her close, tucking her into his side.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“I miss Colin,” she told him.
Then she tensed. Oh, shoot. She hadn’t meant to say that.
He rolled her over onto her back, looming over her. “Who the fuck is Colin?”