15. Danny
15
DANNY
I just threatened to spank her.
No, I just threatened to pull her over my knee and spank her ass until it’s red and she can’t sit down. That was not part of my plan, but then neither was having to worry about her driving a two-hour round trip to Bozeman and back after she just worked a crazy long day.
My friends’ crazy possessive caveman behavior toward their wives is starting to make more and more sense the longer Parker lives with me. It’s been less than a week, and the possessive, controlling urges I feel toward her have already tripled, and I haven’t even really made her mine yet.
Only now all I can think about is baring her ass and slapping it until she’s a squirming, needy mess. And I’m confident that’s how she’d end up. She was too excited by the picture I painted for her not to want the punishment I threatened her with.
She wasn’t scared of the threat of pain, or angry at my insane behavior. No, she wanted what I was offering. She wanted to be held over my legs, and she wanted me to spank her. Only now, it’s literally all I can think about.
I wonder if she’d let me do it to her tonight?
No. Nope. Absolutely not. Spanking her is definitely not part of my game plan. Although neither was finger fucking her to orgasm, but I did that last night. I’ve been hard all day, playing and replaying the way her cunt felt when I pushed my fingers into her and the smell of her arousal when she came all over my hand.
I want her so much it’s consuming my every waking thought, but I still need to take things slow. I’m going to claim her inch by inch until she doesn’t realize I own her. It won’t be until she tries to pull away that she realizes she’s not just tied to me, she’s fucking fused to me, body, heart, and soul.
That doesn’t stop the ache in my balls or the way my dick has been perpetually hard for days. It doesn’t stop me from knowing that, as much as I want to, I can’t go to her tonight.
My eyes feel gritty, and my body is edgy when I finally wake up the next morning. Unlike the previous nights when I didn’t go to her, last night, Parker didn’t try to be discreet about making herself come. She turned her vibrator up high enough that I could feel the buzzing pulsating through my core, and when she screamed, the sound bounced around the walls, taunting me with the echoes of her pleasure and the knowledge that I wasn’t the one making her sound that way.
Not bothering to shower, I open my bedroom door and pad out onto the landing in just my boxers. I know I shouldn’t, but I open her bedroom door, then stagger back when the smell of her arousal hits my olfactory senses.
She smells delicious, musky and sweet and unsatisfied. I have no idea how I know that the orgasm she gave herself won’t have affected her the same way the ones I’ve helped her get have, but I do. It’s gratifying to know that I’m not the only one of us who will spend the day on edge, and tonight I’ll show her how different I make her feel.
Heading for her toy drawer, I collect everything but the one toy I’m going to allow her to use tonight. Carrying everything else back into my room, I drop them into the special lockbox I bought yesterday, just for this purpose. Closing the lid, I fasten the lock in place, then slide the box under my bed. Peeling the Post-it Note I wrote last night from the pad, I head back into her room, stick the Post-it to the toy, then close the drawer and leave her room, shutting the door behind me.
The daylight hours drag. Even though she’s been here for less than a week, I miss her while she’s at work. Now that I know how it feels to have her in my space, the long hours without her feel like they last a lifetime.
Hopefully once she’s mine twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, this desperate itching need for her will at least lessen to be manageable. But right now, with her so close yet so far away, it’s hard to be away from her.
Because I’m a possessive motherfucker, I asked both Penn and Bay to let me know when she leaves work, so I can stop acting like a crazy person and pacing the floor for hours while I wait for her to get home. Now I only pace for twenty minutes after I know she’s in her car.
Last night, when she confessed how sketchy the part of town Henry lives in was, I just about lost my mind. It’s why I agreed to let him move in with us, even though it’s the absolute last thing I want to do.
Once she’s mine, I plan to keep her naked pretty much any time we’re in the house together, and that won’t work if we have a permanent third wheel. I’ve spent the day debating on if I should let Anders know about his man’s living situation, but as my friend is in total denial about his feelings for Henry, I’m unsure if he’ll lose his mind about his man’s home not being safe, or not care at all.
In the end, I decided to let Penn and Bay know instead. He’s their employee, and hopefully they’ll be able to do something to help without anyone going crazy. The Barnetts all have a nurturing nature that stretches beyond their wives and kids, so I know if they offered Henry a job, they must care about him. Hopefully they can help sort something that doesn’t require him becoming the permanent third-wheel cockblocker between Parker and me.
It’s after six thirty p.m. when my cell beeps with a text message. When I open it, it’s just a picture of the back of Parker’s car as she pulls onto the street. Smiling to myself, I jump up off the couch and head into the kitchen, sliding the tray of chicken I prepared earlier into the oven.
I’m not a great cook, but there’s this weird urge in my gut to provide for my woman that is only satisfied when I know she’s not hungry. A part of me wants to pack her a brown bag to take for lunch, but I don’t want her to think I’m babying her. She’s accused me of thinking she’s not capable of stuff before, and I don’t want to be forced to admit that my caveman behavior is simply because my hunter-gatherer desire to provide for her is in overdrive, and that until she’s mine and happy for me to look after her in every way she needs, I’m not sure I’ll be able to tone down my controlling urges.
I’ve exhausted the handful of meals I know how to cook, so after my run this afternoon, I spent a couple of hours on the internet trying to figure out what I could cook. After scrolling Pinterest for longer than I should, I settled on cream cheese-stuffed chicken breast, wrapped in ham, and baked in the oven. It’s definitely not going to be a culinary masterpiece, but the recipe seemed easy enough to follow, and it already smells pretty good. Opening the oven, I slide the tray of herbed potatoes I’ve prepared in beside the chicken, then plop my ass down onto the couch to wait.
Dinner is almost ready when the front door opens and Parker slips inside. She looks tired, her curly hair more mussed than usual, with dark circles beneath her eyes.
“Hey,” I say, jumping up and crossing over to her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just been another long day,” she exhales.
Reaching up, I cup her cheek, rubbing the skin with the pad of my thumb. “Dinner’s almost done. Go take a bath, I’ll keep it warm for you.”
“You don’t need to keep cooking for me.” Her voice is weak, and I brush away her protest.
“I’m cooking for both of us. Go take a bath. Do you want a beer or a glass of wine?”
Forcing her lips into a tired smile, she looks up at me, and my dick hardens despite how exhausted she looks. “Wine would be great.”
“I’ll bring it up,” I tell her, reluctantly releasing her.
Turning, she slowly climbs the stairs, her ass swaying enticingly with each step. As soon as she’s out of sight, I turn down the oven, grab a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, and pour two glasses. Leaving my own on the counter, I carry hers upstairs. Her bedroom door is ajar, but the bathroom door is closed, and I can hear the sound of water running.
Lifting my fist, I knock on the bathroom door, then wait for her to open it. Knocking again a little louder, I crack the door an inch. “Parks, I have your wine.”
“Come in,” she calls, shocking the hell out of me.
Pushing open the door, I suck in a deep breath as I take a step into the small, steamy bathroom. My eyes dart to the tub and the very naked women sitting in it. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her naked, but it’s the first time when she’s welcomed me in instead of me taking away her choice.
My eyes rake over her naked breasts bobbing in the water. Her nipples are big and a dark pink color that makes my mouth water with the desperate need to taste them. She’s laid out in the tub while the water continues to fill around her, completely relaxed despite my eyes being on her.
“Thank you,” she says, holding out her hand for the wine.
Closing the distance between the door and the tub, I hand her the glass, incapable of not looking down and taking my fill of her sexy body. Her skin is a creamy peachy color, and as my eyes devour her nakedness, I can’t help searching out her pussy. I’ve seen and touched her in the darkness, but the bright light has me taking in every detail. I’ve already seen and felt that she’s bare, with no hair to hide her wetness from me, but I still stare into the tub, watching as the running water gives me a tantalizing peak of her folds before they’re hidden again as the water moves.
Stretched out, she looks like a fucking goddess, and my dick hardens, eager to be released from the confines of my pants and let out to play. I’m too tall for her to be able to suck my dick while I was standing, but she could definitely stroke me, or hell, I could stroke myself, then decorate her pretty tits with my cum, before I wash her clean.
Swallowing thickly, I let my gaze run from her toes all the way up to her beautiful face. When I meet her eyes, I find her looking at me, her gaze questioning and unsure.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
A soft smile and a hint of blush color her cheeks, and I smile back, wishing I could demand to get in with her, but we’re not there yet. Her inviting me in here feels like I’m one step closer now, and once the night fully descends, I’ll claw my way several more toward making her mine.
I groan when she comes downstairs in the same delectable romper she wore the other night, only this one is a soft cream color that makes her like a fucking angel. This time, it’s obvious she’s not wearing a bra. Her hard nipples are peaked through the fabric that’s been unfastened, so the deep v of her cleavage is on display, giving me a glimpse of her heavy, full tits.
Her smirk tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, but she still blushes crimson when I stand up and palm my very hard cock, making sure she sees exactly what she’s doing to me.
We eat dinner and chat companionably about our day and what she plans to do with her time off this weekend. Apparently, she and Henry made plans to go shopping then to the movies.
Once we’ve both finished eating, she offers to clean up, and I agree, wishing her good night before I head upstairs to wait for her to discover the note I left for her.
It’s almost two hours later before I hear the sound of her bedside table drawer opening, then her shocked gasp. Smiling to myself, I wait another few minutes before I get up and make my way to her bedroom.