Chapter 6 Reese
Reese
I missed the way Cory’s body reacted to me when I spanked him.
I missed the feel of his skin against my palm, warm and pebbled after each strike.
What I didn’t miss—I realized—was being dominant to him.
In less than a year, I’d fallen so swiftly into the role of Cory’s submissive, his watch around my wrist and his hands around my heart more possessive than any collar ever could be, and I liked it.
I more than liked it.
“Oh, fuck, darling,” Cory moaned, writhing against my lap. His cock tucked neatly between my thighs as he tried to chase after friction and pleasure to balance out the pain. “I love how your hands feel on me.”
I swallowed hard.
Hit him harder.
Cory’s entire body shuddered, and he arched his back to give me better access to his ass.
Another thing I’d realized in my year with Cory was that being on your knees had little to do with submission.
I could—and often did—submit to Cory while I towered over him, just as he dominated me from a comfortable seat at my feet.
Right now, with his naked ass bruising beneath my fingers and his cock leaking between my legs, he was still in charge. I was still doing his bidding.
I forgot how it had gone the first night we met.
I did remember fighting so fucking hard to hold on to the things I thought mattered the most to me, but Cory had been patient enough to wait me out for months while they all untangled and fell away.
Fuck, I didn’t deserve him.
I spanked him again, again, again.
The noises he buried into the bed while he fucked my thighs had my own cock pressing urgently against the zipper of my jeans.
“Please don’t stop, Sir,” Cory cried out, hips jerking. “I’m so close.”
“Did I say you can come?”
The question was more muscle memory than anything else, and Cory whined, body settling over top of me.
“I want you to come inside of me,” I told him, kneading his ass.
“I have to admit”—he turned his face to the side, cheeks flushed and lashes wet—“I’m glad we’re not re-enacting the condoms.”
With a laugh that did wonders to relieve my tension, I hauled Cory off my lap and tossed him onto the bed.
He sprawled out like a starfish, save for the one arm bent inward and the hand curled around his cock.
I stood at the foot of the bed and watched him, tearing myself out of my clothes and quickly blanketing my body back on top of him.
“Lube is on the nightstand,” he said.
I grabbed it, slicked my fingers and shoved them inside of him. Cory spread his legs wide, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, giving me all the room I needed to prep him.
“I want to fuck you first,” I said, adding lube to my cock. I used my left hand so I didn’t have to take my fingers out of him and made a mess of everything, but I’d make sure to tip the housekeepers exceedingly well to make up for state of the sheets.
Cory could afford it.
“I’ll come,” he warned.
“Don’t.”
I replaced my fingers with my cock, sliding into him with one long pump of my hips. Cory’s entire body shuddered, and he grabbed the sheets, head thrashing about like he wanted to die over it all.
“Don’t,” I said again.
“I’m right there, darling. I’m so close for you.”
“I’ll be fast then,” I promised.
Above most things in life, Cory cared about my pleasure. If he didn’t want me to come first, he would have said as much, even from his pretend role as submissive. Besides, I asked his limits, and he’d told me not to go easy.
Curling my fingers around the backs of his thighs, I hiked his knees up toward his ears and made quick work of my own orgasm.
Every thrust of my hips punched a tortured breath out of Cory’s lungs.
His nails scored marks into my back, and he whispered to me, “I love you. I love you. I’m sorry,” and it was all over.
With enough force to dislodge the mattress from the frame, I came inside of my future husband with a roar. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t do with him or for him, and nothing would change that. Even if he was distracted or distant, our roles and our relationship was steadfast. I saw it now.
I understood.
Understood clearly as Cory shoved me off of him and flipped me onto my back.
With a desperate groan, he buried his face between my ass, spearing me open with his tongue and his fingers.
I shook beneath him the entire time, my orgasm still rolling through me and his attention doing nothing to quiet the waves of it.
“I’m going to feel you for weeks,” he whispered into my ear, adjusting himself above me before sinking all the way inside.
My eyes rolled back, and he started to move, using his narrow hips to keep my legs open as he pummeled into me. He was a shaky mess himself, and it wasn’t more than a minute or two before he went rigid above me, cum pulsing hot and deep into my ass.
With a loud exhale, Cory collapsed on top of me, cock still lodged inside of me.
I wrapped my arms around his back to hold him there, not wanting him to ever leave.
Tangling my legs around his thighs, I shifted us onto our sides because while he was smaller than me, the weight of him was still a thing.
“We should do that more,” he murmured, kissing my chest.
I kissed the top of his head. “It will be nice to not have to make the bed when we’re done.”
He chuckled, pumping his hips again.
“I am sorry,” he whispered. “I haven’t been giving you the things you need.”
“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted,” I told him. “And everything I need. It was…selfish of me to want all of your attention.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Darling,” he protested.
“Cory.”
“Reese.”
I dug my fingers into his sides. “Sir.”
“Watch it, unless you want to get fucked again.”
“I always want to get fucked again,” I told him. “But I mean it. You were busy because you’ve been planning our wedding, and I was just…”
“Just nothing.” Cory leaned back a bit, pressed his fingertips against my cheeks, and slowly swirled them down toward my jaw, then he cradled my face in his hands. He wanted to kiss me, but he’d have to pull out all the way to reach.
I chuckled, smiling down at him with a raised brow.
“I can do both,” he promised. “I will always do both.”
And I believed him.