Chapter 14
Reagan
My vision is blurred. I can’t focus on anything, not a single thought. All I know is how powerful that orgasm was. Tiago’s given me a lot of orgasms since I met him, but none of them compare to this one.
It was a combination of his mouth on my bare pussy, the handcuffs, and the constant dialog about getting me pregnant and milking me. I shudder again at the thought.
When Tiago speaks, he does so in a voice that makes me melt. It’s sultry and deep. He does so again now… “That’s my girl. I love watching you come. I’m going to do it again as soon as you catch your breath. You need my mouth on you, don’t you, baby?”
I nod. I can’t find words.
He drags a finger lazily through my folds, making me lift my hips. I need him to thrust that finger into me. I need it so bad I might go mad if he doesn’t. “Please…”
“No penetration, baby. I told you.” He taps my pussy. “When will my girl get my cock inside her?”
I whimper. “After we’re married.”
“That’s right. When are we getting married?”
Tomorrow . I don’t say that out loud, but I’m thinking it.
I know I’m drunk on sex and might not feel quite as desperate later when I have clothes on.
Even though I hate it when he drops me off at home, it will probably be for the best tonight.
I need the separation to regroup and get my head on straight.
I need to spend some time alone, though I’m not sure I will be able to think about anything without thoughts of this strongly dominant man milking me.
Why is the idea so fucking powerful? I should not be turned on, but I am. I’m panting from my orgasm while another builds because he’s stroking my folds and tapping my clit again.
He reaches with his other hand to cup my breast and pinch my nipple. When I arch my chest, he pinches it harder. “My girl likes a little pain.”
I do? I guess so. I’m learning a lot about myself today. Thank goodness I never settled for a man who didn’t make my heart race because I never would have known what it was like to be worshipped and cherished as deeply as Tiago is going to.
“You want my cock inside you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes…” I breathe out as he twists my nipple.
“You want my come inside you. You want to feel it running out of you.”
“Yes…” He’s giving me more visuals.
“The first time I take you, I will stay buried deep inside you until I’m certain my sperm has had a chance.”
“I might not be ovulating that day…” I murmur. It’s the only slightly lucid thought I have.
“Then we’ll try again the next day and the next.”
I know he’s not kidding about this. He’s deadly serious. If I had any doubts, I would only need to look at Ryder and Claire for a reminder. I’m certain Ryder cuffs Claire to the bed and takes her to the moon.
“What if I’m on my period…” I murmur. Random thoughts are racing through my mind in rapid succession. Do people plan their weddings for when they specifically won’t have their period? I don’t suppose most of them could possibly know that if they plan a year in advance.
“Baby, do I strike you as the kind of guy who cares about a little bit of blood?”
I blink at him. No, he does not. Damn, he’s intense. “No, Sir.”
Suddenly he pinches my clit and holds it captive.
I suck in a breath, my gaze on his.
“This pussy is mine.”
“Yes, I think we’ve established that.”
“Are you going to wear tiny shorts that let everyone see your butt cheeks anymore?”
“No, Sir.” I won’t because I understand how important it is to him.
“Are you going to shave these curls?” He releases my clit to give my pubic hair a tug.
I think about my answer, trying to remember what he said. “No, Sir…” I think that’s the right answer.
“Good girl. I’ll make that decision. Not you.”
I swallow. He’s bossier than ever, and it’s making me hornier than ever. Will he get more bossy over time? I bet he will. I hope I’m ready for it.
Tiago circles my clit again while he watches my expression. “I love how wet you are for me. I love how obedient you are, keeping your legs open for me. I’m going to reward you for being a good girl.”
I lift my hips, moaning because I think he’s going to let me come again.
I’m so close. That’s not what he does, though.
Instead, he stops touching me. I’m dazed and confused as he reaches for one of my cuffed wrists.
He unfastens it and crosses my unrestrained arm over the other before refastening me to the headboard.
I have no idea what his intentions are as he lifts me by the hips and turns me onto my stomach, which uncrosses my hands and leaves me secured to the rungs.
“Elbows and knees, baby.” He lifts me by the hips again to help me get into the position he’s demanding.
I feel extremely exposed with my butt in the air, and that sensation increases tenfold when he stuffs a pillow between my knees, forcing them wide. I’m dripping with need. My nipples are sore and dragging against the bed.
“You look like a work of art like this,” he praises as he strokes my butt cheeks. “Have you figured out what your reward is, baby?”
I shake my head. “No…”
He gives my butt a gentle swat. “A spanking, Reagan.”
I lift my head. “ That’s a reward?”
“It is today. The kind of spanking I’m going to give you will make you pray I do so every day of your life.”
I clench my cheeks. He said earlier he wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it, so I need to trust him. Plus, he seems to know exactly what I need. It’s unnerving.
He gives me another swat, harder this time but not enough to hurt. “I’m going to start slowly and take my time. The burn will build until it feels so good you’re moaning.”
I have no grasp on what he’s saying. It’s a foreign concept. I can’t imagine why I would get aroused from a spanking, but I’ll take his word for it. Plus, Claire said the same thing.
After several more slaps of his palm, he picks up the pressure, swatting me harder, making me sway forward. I’m panting. It stings every time he spanks me, but it’s radiating to my pussy and increasing my arousal.
Suddenly, he stops and drags his fingers through my folds. “So wet. You like it when I spank your bottom, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir…” I’m going to come. I’m right on the edge.
He stops touching my pussy, and chuckles when I whine. “Not yet, baby. Your bottom needs a little more attention.” He resumes spanking me, his palm moving all around my butt until the sting turns into a deep burn.
I’m only partially aware that I’m rocking and moaning and possibly begging. I want him inside me. I don’t even have a reference point to go by; I just know I need him to fuck me.
He won’t, though, and that’s driving me mad.
When he finally stops swatting my heated skin again, he finds my clit, pressing firmly against it. “Come.”
I do. There’s no controlling my own body when Tiago’s in charge, and it would seem he will be in charge most of the time for the rest of my life.
As my orgasm makes my entire body shudder, I feel a sense of peace. I’m okay with him being in charge. More than okay. I love it.