Chapter 33
Chapter thirty-three
Sage
Barrett really has some grandiose ideas of what this is between us.
The idea of a relationship, something that by definition is sustainable, never crossed my mind.
I thought all of this was purely following passion and desire, not questioning the things that made us feel good.
I was able to stop thinking about the way he makes me his pet and says I belong to him when it was all about feeling good. But this is more.
I need to stop lying to myself. Somewhere deep down, I knew this was more.
I wouldn’t have come to him for safety if it wasn’t, but hearing how he easily accepts this is a shock to the system.
He isn’t wary or nervous about labelling this as a relationship.
There was no doubt in his voice as he prowled toward me and made his demands.
The position leaves me exposed. My back bows and my knees spread.
Air brushes against my core and sends anticipation up my body until a hushed sigh escapes my lips.
Barrett moves in behind me, his hand slowly stroking down my spine and over my ass.
I try to hold onto my emotions, but his repetitive petting forces me to relax.
“That’s it.” He leaves me for only a second, and when I feel his touch again, he grips one ass cheek, pulling it away from the other. Cold, wet steel presses against my back opening and soft faux fur brushes against my thighs. “Let it in, pet.”
I breathe in, slow and deep, allowing him to push the plug into my ass with a quick pop.
It burns more than last night, but there wasn’t as much build up, as much play and pleasure to get there.
I feel full and the nerves there are on fire.
Despite the slight burn, there’s a small gush from my core.
I’m helpless against anything this man wants to do to me.
No matter my argument, my body will choose him.
“Good girl.” His praise warms me at a bone-deep level. He comes around to the other side of the couch, palming the back of my head. My face is level with the bulge in his jeans and I lick my lips, unintentionally pulling a groan from him. “Does my little fox want a taste?”
Casting my gaze upward, I nod.
“Just a taste.” Barrett lets go of my head and pulls at his belt and zipper, releasing his rigid length. Pre-cum shines on the tip. Tasting isn’t part of this act I’ve ever enjoyed, but with Barrett, my mouth waters when his scent reaches my nostrils.
What the hell is wrong with me? Everything about him makes me react in a way I never expected.
“Open and tongue out.”
I want to suck him down to the back of my throat, but I obey his command.
Spearing his fingers in my hair, he holds me in place as he comes closer.
His free hand wraps around the base of his cock to control it, or himself.
He wipes the pre-cum off the tip of his cock onto my tongue.
When he pulls back, I close my mouth to swallow the drop.
My core clenches as I watch him pump his hand up and down, gathering more pre-cum at the tip.
I don’t need to wait for his command. I want more.
I need more. Opening my mouth, I stick my tongue out again, begging as I look up at him from under my lashes.
“Such a good little fox. Do you like the taste of me?”
I murmur an affirmative while my mouth stays eagerly open, waiting, wanting.
Barrett wipes himself on my tongue again, holding himself there and pumping his hand back and forth for more. “Swallow that, then lick the head clean. That’s all we have time for.”
I swallow, then close my mouth around the tip. He isn’t close enough for me to get any more of him, but that doesn’t stop me from sucking hard against the sensitive bulb of his cock.
His growl rumbles and I feel it through his length and on my tongue. “Fuck, pet. I can’t wait to let you have all of it.” He pulls free, tucking himself back in his pants. “I have something for you.” Barrett points across the room.
Looking over my shoulder, my eyes bulge at the extremely large, puffy bed on the floor. A pet bed.
Rough fingers cup my cheek and turn me back to him while pulling up so I kneel straight on my knees.
Barrett’s kiss is all consuming, as is everything he does to me, his tongue licking along the seam of my lips to dip inside.
When he releases my mouth, he walks around the couch, holding out his hand.
“Come.” He leads me to the bed and I don’t need the words to know he wants me to lie down on it.
It’s soft and warm against my bare skin. I bend my arm so my hand is behind my neck to form a pillow for myself and curl my legs upward, one knee slightly higher than the other. My tail lands over my hips as I get into position.
“Stay there while I cook us dinner. Then I have to go out tonight.”
I lift my head, but he cocks a brow, silently commanding me to lay back down.
“Stay, pet.” He runs his hand over my head and down my body, ending with a light tug on my tail, and giving me that treasured feeling again.
This dynamic between us goes deep, deeper than I’m able to understand.
There’s caring and a level of trust that has to be here or I wouldn’t be in this position.
I wouldn’t have come to him for safety and I sure as hell wouldn’t have listened and locked my office door today, and I wouldn’t be lying on a pet bed with a tail in my ass.
But what will the assassin do when I tell him what happened today? He almost didn’t let me leave this morning, and although I haven’t decided how to respond to Liam’s ultimatum, I still need to have my freedom.
And somehow belong to Daddy at the same time.