Chapter 15
Tiago
When my girl’s pussy stops pulsing against my fingers, I slip a second pillow under her belly to help support her. “Relax for a minute, baby.”
She lowers her shaking body onto the pillow, whimpering when she attempts to close her legs. She’s never looked sexier, arms above her head, bottom in the air, knees wide. She’s art. She’s my art.
I head for the bathroom and return with a tube of cream to take away some of the sting from her bottom. She moans when I take my time rubbing it in.
I finally release her from the cuffs and gently roll her onto her side. She probably doesn’t want to lie directly on her sore bottom. I prop myself up next to her on my side, stroking her hip and arm while I smile at her. “Sexiest woman alive. I’m so humbled.”
She gives me a slight smile, too. Her hair has come loose from the braid she often wears. I take off the band and run my fingers through the strands, brushing it from her face. “How about a nap?”
She nods. “That sounds amazing.” She licks her dry lips.
“I’ll get you some water.” I climb off the bed and grab a water bottle from the nightstand. Tucking one hand under her neck, I angle her head so she can drink.
My girl guzzles down half the bottle. She was thirsty. Not surprising. She’s so sated and lovely. I could stare at her all day. I’m looking forward to her napping so I can watch her sleep. I’ve never had that pleasure.
After draping a soft blanket over her naked body, I kiss her temple. “Sleep, baby.” She’s out almost before I can resettle on my side next to her. And I was right, watching her rest is mesmerizing. Everything about Reagan calls to me on some animalistic level I’ve never experienced before.
Sure, I’ve always known I was a Dominant, but I’ve never dated anyone who cared to experiment with submission. I’ve only ever grazed the surface of what was inside me.
With Reagan, it comes naturally. Her body calls to me, begs me to control her. It’s heady, and my cock gets harder every day as I feel that magnetic pull between us growing.
There was never any doubt she was mine, but that connection is growing, and I’ve reached a point where taking her home for the night is going to kill me. I’m itching with the need to keep her in my bed and fuck her nine ways to Sunday.
I will not back down, though. She will come to our wedding bed a virgin.
I will make her fully mine that night and not a moment before.
I close my eyes as I inhale her scent. Sex lingers in the air.
I need release. I consider unzipping my jeans and stroking myself to orgasm while I watch her sleep, but I decide it’s too risky.
If she woke up, I would end up inside her.
After gently easing from the bed, I pad over to the bathroom. It will only take me a few minutes to get the release I need, and then I’ll be back beside her. I might even nap myself.
It’s late afternoon when my feisty girl stands in front of me with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed defiantly. She has no idea how cute she is when she challenges me. She doesn’t realize she will never win.
“I’m putting my foot down on this, Tiago,” she demands, stomping her bare foot on the hardwood.
I chuckle. “You’re adorable when you think you can convince me to change my mind. Feel free to argue with me as often as you want. It’s hot.”
“Tiago… I’m the one who packed the bag I brought here the first night. I know there were spare panties and bras in it.”
“You’re correct. Good memory.” I smirk as I pull on a clean polo shirt.
She stalks toward the chest of drawers, but I reach out and wrap an arm around her to haul her back.
I sit in the navy velvet armchair and pull her between my legs, keeping her from escaping with my hands spanning her waist. “I’m glad you packed this dress.
It’s very pretty. It doesn’t need a bra, and no one will know you’re not wearing panties under it. ”
She glances down at her front. The dress is a pure white halter dress with a fitted bodice over her chest. It flares out from below her breasts. It’s a bit short, but she’s not leaving the house in it. We’re just going down to dinner.
I tug on the front so that the elastic material drags over her tender nipples. “What’s this called?” I ask as I point to her chest.
“Smocking, and it’s chafing against my tits. I need a strapless bra.”
“I like that it’s chafing your tits, baby. You don’t need a bra.” I check the thin straps at her shoulders to make sure they’re tied. I don’t think they’re functional. They’re just part of the style. The dress isn’t going to fall off her. Someone would have to tug really hard to expose her breasts.
When I’m satisfied, I lower my hands to the hem, slide my palms under the dress, and cup her still-heated bottom.
Her breath hitches, and she bats at me. “Stop touching me. It’s making me dizzy.”
I chuckle. “I like you a bit off-kilter, baby.” I give her butt cheeks a squeeze.
She squeals as she comes onto her toes. “Tiago…”
I release her and point toward her sandals. They’re dainty and white. Until now, I’ve never seen her dressed in something so girly. She usually wears hiking clothes to work and changes into her obscenely short shorts after work to taunt me.
Tonight, her hair is down, hanging in long blond waves. She looks younger than usual in this virginal dress, but I’m not concerned about her age anymore. She’s old enough, and I don’t give a fuck.
She pushes out her bottom lip, which only makes me laugh.
“You have five minutes to get your sandals on before I drape you over my shoulder and carry you down the stairs.” I would never let anyone see her pussy, including anyone in my family, but I know she would panic if I carried her like a caveman because her bottom would be completely exposed until I set her down.
“Tiago…” she whines.
“Four minutes.”
She hurrumphs as she turns around to stomp over to her sandals. She has to bend at her knees to snag them off the floor in order to avoid flashing me.
Watching her hop on one foot and then the other to slip the delicate sandals on is a pleasure, especially since I get several glimpses of her pussy. I sit back in the armchair and watch the show, rubbing my chin as I try to appear casual.
“Happy?” she sasses, hands on her hips.
“Immensely.” I rise, come to her, take her chin in my fingers, and kiss her briefly. “Time for dinner.”
Reagan sighs dramatically and repeatedly as we make our way to the dining room. I try not to chuckle. She’s adorable.
Everyone else is already seated when we enter, and they all look at us, undoubtedly wondering where our relationship stands after the altercation with Silvia.
I pull out a chair for Reagan and watch as she carefully tucks her dress under her cute butt. She’s so unnerved by her lack of panties, and I can’t help it. I like it when she’s off-kilter. It pleases me.
“Everything okay?” Claire asks softly, eyeing Reagan.
“Yeah…” She doesn’t expound. That’s okay. I know she’s not pleased with everything that happened, but she’s not leaving me over it, so I have to count it as a win.
“I followed Silvia,” Dallas tells me.
I lift a brow as I take my seat. “And?”
“She’s staying at the motel on the edge of town. Either she’s unwilling to give up yet, or she didn’t want to drive back to wherever she came from today.”
“She didn’t stop at Thomas’s office?”
“Nope.”
I smirk. The woman isn’t serious, then. Granted, she doesn’t have a leg to stand on because that kid is definitely not mine.
“I spoke to Lydia,” Ryder says. “She said she’s seen Silvia off and on over the years.
She’s even seen her with the child. She doesn’t think the child is old enough to be yours, but she can’t remember when she first saw him.
It was three years ago. She does think Silvia is having pretty serious financial difficulties.
Every time she’s seen her, Silvia hasn’t seemed well and has looked unkempt. ”
I wonder what her deal is. She has to be incredibly desperate if she thought coming all the way to Arizona to convince me I was the father of her child was worth the effort. Does she think I’m stupid?
Gretchen is all smiles as she serves dinner.
Even though none of us are used to being served, and frankly, we don’t like it, it’s obvious it pleases her to feed us and clean up afterward.
She’s like a mother hen, always bustling around doing things for us.
It would hurt her feelings if we continued to suggest she isn’t our servant.
Plus, the first week we were here, we doubled her salary, and I’m certain that’s making her life easier.
To be honest, we need her. She knows more about this estate than anyone else. She’s worked here the longest and has the inside scoop. She’s been guiding us about who to hire so we can bring the estate back to its former glory.
Reagan is quiet, and she keeps tugging on the hem of her dress.
I set my hand on her thigh and ease my palm up until my fingers are stroking precariously close to her pussy.
She gasps and tries to shove my hand away, but I don’t budge. Instead, I lean close to her ear to whisper, “Spread your legs.”
She sucks in a breath and shakes her head.
“Do it now, or I will say it again loud enough for everyone to hear.”
She shoots me a glare as she parts her knees.
“Farther, Reagan.” No one is on her other side. Dallas is at the head of the table. Claire is across from Reagan. Ryder is across from me. No one will ever have any idea my girl is sitting so obscenely or that she doesn’t have panties on.
I meet her gaze and slide my hand up slowly until I can stroke a finger through her folds. She’s soaked, which makes me smirk.
Her cheeks turn red. “Tiago,” she hisses.
“Eat your dinner, baby.” I turn back to ask Dallas how things went this afternoon with the new gardeners, but I keep my fingers against my girl’s pretty pussy. I enjoy making her squirm, and she can deny it all she wants, but she loves it, too.