Chapter 19
He carried her over the threshold of his house.
“Pretty sure that you’re meant to carry me princess-style,” she complained.
Brand slapped her ass instead. Which was easy for him to do since he had her over his shoulder.
This wasn’t a great position for her lungs, but she held in her cough. At least until he drew her back over so she was standing in front of him.
Then she couldn’t hold it back.
Alarm filled his face. Followed by anger.
At himself.
“Bed,” he growled.
“Nooo.” She was tired of bed. She’d spent so much time in bed. “I’m not going to bed. It was just a cough.”
“Fuck. I should have realized that was the wrong position to hold you in.”
“Brand. I’m all right. I promise.” She cupped his face between her hands. Reaching up on tiptoes, she kissed him lightly. “I feel so much better.”
“You should have said your safeword.”
“Because I needed to cough?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
She smiled at him. Sometimes he could be so overprotective.
But she loved it.
“I mean, you could show me your bed if you really wanted. But only if you’re joining me in it.”
Heat lit his eyes. He hadn’t fucked her yet. They’d come close. However, he kept holding back out of worry she wasn’t well enough.
Doctor Nelson had checked her over before she’d left Rawhide Ranch, giving her the go-ahead for everything except going back on tour. Which had gutted her. But she didn’t want to push herself and get sick again. Or strain her voice. So, she’d had to call Mikey and give him the bad news that she was off for a week.
He’d taken it amazingly well.
“And why would I want to join you? I don’t need a nap,” he teased.
“You don’t want to nap with me?” she asked.
He swung her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs. “You’re naughty.”
“Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes. Later.”
They entered what she assumed was his bedroom. It was clear a very masculine room. A brown leather armchair was in one corner of the room. On the wall directly across from the bed, a huge television was set above a gas fireplace. That was all she saw before she was placed on a comfortable bed.
Brand piled the pillows against the headboard. “Sit back.” She scooted back, leaning against the pillows.
He moved onto the bed, his gaze intent on her. Her heart raced. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts with a loose T-shirt. But for some reason, it felt like she was wearing nothing at all. As though he’d stripped her bare with just his gaze.
“Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked.
“I’m ready,” she replied breathlessly.
“You’re going to lie nice and still. No moving. And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do, understand?”
Her heart raced at the clear dominance in his voice. “Yes.”
“Yes, Daddy, or yes, Sir, if you’re not comfortable with Daddy in the bedroom.”
“I’ll call you Frankenstein if you make me come,” she joked.
“You call me that and I will spank your ass.”
“Is that a promise?”
The threat of being punished was becoming diluted with the more days that passed and he didn’t actually spank her. She was starting to think he was all talk, no spank.
“I can see that someone needs a good spanking,” he murmured. “Perhaps we should take care of that now.”
“No! I’ll be good, Daddy! I promise. Please, no spanking. Just fucking.”
“Better watch that sassy mouth, then,” he warned.
“Perhaps you should put it to good use.”
“Not this time.”
Bummer.
But her disappointment at not getting to give him a blow job died off as he kissed his way up her leg right up to the edge of her shorts.
Then he switched to the other leg, kissing his way down.
“I’m so glad you shaved my legs last night,” she muttered.
He let out a short laugh. He’d insisted on bathing her last night. He’d washed every inch of her before shaving her legs.
It had been intimate. Bit weird. But also kind of sweet.
He undid her shorts, pulling them down. By now, she was getting used to him undressing and dressing her.
However, this was different. This was hot. The way he stared up at her wasn’t the same.
He looked hungry.
Brand placed a kiss on her panty-clad pussy, right over her clit.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Oh, baby. Are you getting wet already?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
“You’re forgetting something, though, aren’t you?” He slid off her T-shirt as she tried to think.
What was she forgetting?
“Oh, to kiss you?” She reached for him, but he sat back, shaking his head with a stern look.
“You’re supposed to stay still.”
Rats. So she was. She moved back into position hastily. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s better.”
What was? Oh. She was in position and calling him Daddy.
“Sorry, Sir.” She tried that one out. Hmm, she liked them both.
“Fuck, yes.” His gaze ran over her. She was dressed in her only matching panties and bra. They were a plain pale pink. But he seemed to like them.
“So fucking sexy.” He ran a finger down her chest, between her breasts, over her stomach, then along her pussy. “Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
“Yes. Sir,” she added quickly.
Shoot. She almost forgot again.
He gave her a small smile. “Good girl.”
“You scramble my brain.”
“In a good way.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway. “In the best way possible.”
He smiled at her.
“God, you’re hot,” she told him.
“Baby, are you trying to flatter me so I fuck your brains out?” he asked as he removed her bra, throwing it to the floor. His fingers were light against her skin as he brushed them over her bare breasts. It was almost too much and yet not enough at the same time.
“Yep. Is it working?” she asked as he cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples.
She’d never had someone touch her like this. Never had anyone take their time. Keith had been all about her touching him, then when he’d had enough he’d usually roll her over and fuck her.
Jolie was starting to realize just how much of a dick Keith had been.
“Where did you just go?” he asked, cupping her chin as he kneeled between her spread legs.
“I was thinking about Keith.”
His face darkened.
Oh crap. Way to ruin the mood, Jolie.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that! I just… I was thinking about how no one has ever touched me the way you touch me. And that Keith was a selfish lover who never cared about my pleasure.”
The darkness faded from his face, to be replaced by a strange intensity that she wasn’t sure was any better.
“Well, then, guess it’s my job to erase Keith from your memories.”
Before she could ask him how he intended to do that, he leaned in to kiss her.
The kiss was light and sweet.
Until it wasn’t. Until he deepened it. His tongue slid between her lips, his hand moving behind her head to hold her still as he ravished her mouth.
By the time he drew back, she was feeling dazed, her heart racing.
“Please,” she whispered.
“That’s a nice start, baby,” he replied. “But you can do better.”
He kissed down her chest until he reached her breasts. He lapped at her left nipple with his tongue. His fingers teased her other nipple before he switched, taking his tongue to her right nipple while teasing her left.
A whimper escaped her, her body trembling. She placed her hands on his shoulders, needing to touch him.
That’s when he drew away.
Jolie stared up at him in shock.
“What did I say about moving?” he growled.
“But it was just my hands. I want to touch you.”
“You can touch me when I give you permission,” he told her. “Hands beside you. Now.”
She shoved her hands down and he went back to torturing her.
“Please, Sir! Please!” she cried out as he kept playing with her nipples. It was too much. Yet, she needed more.
More of his touch, his tongue.
“What do you need?” he asked.
“To come. I need to come.”
“Hmm. Let’s see if that’s true.” He slid back and she nearly protested before he grabbed her panties and dragged them off her. Now, she was completely naked.
At his mercy.
And she loved it.
“Spread your legs. Bend your knees. Feet flat on the mattress. I want to see your pussy. Show me how wet you are. How turned on you are for me.”
She knew she was blushing. But she immediately did as he said. There was no way she was going to risk him stopping.
“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? That’s going to earn you a reward.”
Thank goodness.
He slid down onto his stomach, putting his face right in front of her pussy.
Heck.
Her cheeks were hot, and she had to fight against hiding herself. Then he parted her lower lips, studying her.
Did he like what he saw?
“Such a pretty pussy. And so wet for me. Well done, baby.”
She hadn’t done anything. This was all for him, because of him.
Brand slid one finger deep inside her. A moan escaped her, and she clenched down around him.
“More, please, Sir. I need more.”
“I know you do. But you’ll just have to be patient.”
He kept his finger deep inside her as he flicked his tongue over her clit. The touch was so light it almost felt non-existent. She had to fight against moving, against pushing his mouth harder against her pussy, against touching her breasts, her nipples.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
His tongue grew firmer, and he slid a second finger inside her. Still, he didn’t move them. He just kept them there as he played with her clit.
Who would have thought that not moving could be so difficult?
“Please, Sir. Please! Fuck me. Please.”
“No, you need to come first.”
She did. Oh god. He started moving his fingers. In and out. Nice and slow. Then faster. Harder. Then back to slow.
It was so hard to keep up. His tongue was now firmly flicking her clit. A steady rhythm.
“You need to come, baby. Come all over my tongue. Be my good girl.”
He grasped hold of her thighs, putting her legs over his shoulder as he held her higher. Then his tongue was thrusting inside her.
It set off her orgasm, and she screamed as she came. It shook her from the inside out. She’d never experienced anything like this. Her pleasure grew and grew until a second orgasm took her over.
He licked her pussy until she calmed down, until it got to the point of nearly being too much. Then he moved over her, his lips meeting hers.
Jolie could taste herself on his lips. But she didn’t care.
“Please let me touch you. Please.”
“Soon,” he promised, moving back.
She was upset until she saw he was stripping off. Her mouth went dry. God, he was gorgeous.
Lean but muscular.
His firm chest was covered in tattoos. So many different images that seemed to all blend together. She could spend hours studying his chest alone.
But then there was the rest of him.
Firm abs that led down to a gorgeous cock. She’d never thought that about a dick before. But his was truly gorgeous.
“Can I touch, please?” she begged.
“All right, baby.”
She scooted to the edge of the mattress, and he stepped between her legs. Jolie wrapped her hand around his wide shaft, running it up and down.
“So hard and smooth,” she whispered, brushing a finger over the head of him. “Please, just a taste?”
He eyed her for a long moment. “A short one.”
Bending down, she ran her tongue along the shaft, then took his head into her mouth, sucking. She took more of him into her mouth.
God. He tasted so good.
More, she wanted more.
His hand landed on the back of her head. “Enough, baby. Or I’m going to come in your mouth, and I want to be inside you.”
She drew back and he lifted her up, placing her on her back on the bed.
The head of his dick slid against her pussy. They’d already decided not to use condoms. Neither of them had had sex without one before, but she wanted this.
And he did too.
Slowly, he slid inside her.
A groan escaped him. “You have no idea how good you feel.”
“I have some idea. Please, Sir. Please, fuck me.”
He drove himself deeper, and then he was fully inside her. Bending his head down, he kissed her. “If it gets too much, if you feel sick, say your safeword. Yes?”
“Yes, Sir. I promise.”
Those words were all it took to snap his control.
He’d hoped to hold on a bit longer, but she felt so fucking good. He could still taste her on his lips, and he wanted more.
Needed it.
Bracing himself over her, he fucked her hard and fast.
Then softer. Slower.
As much as he wanted this to last, though, she felt too damn good. Finally, he drew out and slapped the side of her ass. “Up on your hands and knees.”
She rolled over and he entered her from behind.
Fuck. Him.
If he’d thought that a change of position was going to help his control, he was very much proven wrong. He was driven close to the edge after a few thrusts.
Reaching around, he toyed with her clit, determined that she was coming again first.
As he felt her clench down around him, he let go, finding his own release. He clutched her to him as he came with a loud yell. When he could finally catch his breath, he rolled them onto their sides. He was still half inside her, curled around her back.
Pushing her hair to the side, he kissed her bare neck.
“Good, baby?”
“Never better, Daddy. Never better.”