Chapter Thirteen #2
“You said you would know I was serious. Mal, I’ve been
serious all along. But I know you’re probably going to retreat for a while, and
that’s okay as long as you’re kind to me. I will wait.”
She thought she knew him. She didn’t understand how fundamentally
she’d changed his life. How she’d settled his soul. She didn’t know that when
he thought about what he’d gone through, it felt softer now because every
heartache brought him to her. “I have zero intentions of making you wait. I was
foolish and made you wait a year and a half. Tell me what you would have done
if I’d been a reasonable man and laid my heart open to you that first night.”
Her fingers traced the line of his jaw. “I would have told
you to slow down and get to know me, but I would have dated you in a heartbeat
and with all the hope in the world because I felt something with you I never
had before. We would likely be married by now.”
It was everything he wanted, but he had to give her some
freedom.
“We’re dating now. Exclusively. No more of this D/s-only
bullshit. Take my cock out,” he ordered. “And I’ll remember that you need time
before I ask you to marry me.”
“Not that much time.” She peeled his boxers down, and her
soft palm gripped his dick. He groaned as she held him.
“I love that sound,” she said, her voice going low and hot.
“I feel so powerful when I stroke your cock. Like you’re a magnificent beast
and I’m the only one who can tame you.”
She was right about that, but he had a clarification.
“You’re the only one who can set me free, love.”
She frowned. “I don’t want you to be free.”
“I freely choose you, Vivian. You can call it tamed or free
or just that I adore every inch of you. I’m yours.”
Her eyes were bright with tears, but they were happy,
emotional tears. “And I’m yours. And I want to play.”
She lowered her head and pulled his cock behind her lips,
sucking him gently at first and then with a fierceness that almost made him
lose control. He gritted his teeth or he would have lost it and come in her
mouth. And watched her drink him down, licking her lips and looking at him like
the cat who got all the sweet cream.
Fuck. Merely thinking about her was going to make him come.
He wanted to throw her on the seat and get between her legs, but that fucking
jungle had taken that possibility from him. He could do it, but it required a
carefully thought-out plan, and he needed to keep his leg on until they got
back to his flat.
This was when he would usually shut down. Instead, he was
making the best of it. “Get up here. I want you on my cock.”
She moved up and straddled him again, the eager expression
in her eyes arousing him further.
She held his cock and slid on, every inch pure pleasure. He
gripped her hips and absolutely nothing mattered except the way she felt, the
way they connected. It was more than he ever thought to want. She was hot and
silky around him. He pushed his hips up to go deeper. She felt like heaven.
He’d always taken her with a condom, but this felt right, so fucking right.
Every cell in his body felt lit from inside.
“Yes,” he growled. “That’s what I need. Tell me you’re
mine.”
“I’m yours,” she said without hesitation.
“Tell me you’re safe.” He could still feel the fear that had
overwhelmed him.
She kissed him as she seated herself, and he could feel her
pussy clench around him. “I’m safe, and you’ll get to where you trust me in the
field. You’ll train me yourself.”
“I will and you’ll curse my name, but I promise at the end
of every session there will be a reward.”
She moved on his cock, making him groan. “I’ll make sure of
that. I like my rewards when they come from you. Oh, you feel so good. Your
cock feels perfect.”
She was the perfect one. He couldn’t hold back a second
longer. He gripped her hips hard and moved her up and down on his cock, loving
the way her breasts bounced. He managed to get her nipples in his mouth,
sucking and making her whimper, never letting up on the thrust of his cock.
She rode him like they’d done it a thousand times. Like this
was pure and natural between them. Every movement brought him closer and
closer. When she called out his name and squeezed him tight, he let himself go,
filling her for the first time. It was perfection, a music only the two of them
could create. The orgasm shook him. He held her while it spiked in his body,
flowing from him to her.
She slumped over, her arms around him. “Well, that went
better than I thought it would. I thought you were going to give me the
spanking of a lifetime.”
He felt so young and joyful in that moment. “Who said I
won’t. That, my love, was only the beginning.”
An hour later, the limo rolled into the parking
garage at The Garden. He kissed his gorgeous sub. His girlfriend. His lover. He
couldn’t stop kissing her, and it didn’t matter that the car was stopped. Sami
wouldn’t open that door.
“I have to find a way to get you upstairs without showing
everyone the most beautiful body in the world,” he whispered.
Her smile was pure seduction. She sat on his lap, his hand
between her thighs. “Yes, that is your problem since you’re the one who ripped
all my clothes off.”
“Not your bra. I don’t think you should wear one. They’re
too beautiful to be bound.” He chuckled and kissed her again, lazily letting
their tongues play.
“I think my back will make that decision, but I promise,
I’ll always let you take it off me,” she replied.
And then the door came open. “Vivian, we need to… Fuck me.
What is happening?”
Vivian shrieked at the sight of her father, but Mal held her
tight.
“Mr. McKay, consider your daughter well disciplined.” He
gave the small crowd a smile and closed the door.
* * * *
“Now that my best friend is in recovery, we should
talk about what happened today,” Big Tag said.
“Dad didn’t actually have a heart attack,” Vivian felt the
need to point out. She still blushed when she thought about how her father had
likely caught a glimpse of her hootchie. Not that he
hadn’t seen it before, but she’d been a baby. This was her fully grown woman
vagina, and it had recently been dicked down by a
former Special Forces soldier.
“He has hysterical blindness,” her uncle replied. “Your
mother is worried he won’t ever see again.”
Her uncle was a menace.
Kala Taggart sat next to her twin. “Good for you, Vivi. I
think he’s hot.” She looked to her husband, Vivian’s brother. “In a completely
aesthetic fashion, of course.”
Cooper snorted and sighed. “Dad’s going to need therapy. I
think he caught sight of your boobs. You have to lock the car you are fucking
in or you are asking for trouble, sister. We should know.”
They got caught all the time, but her dad didn’t almost end
up in the ER because of it.
Kenzie wore a yellow sundress, her pink hair up in a high
ponytail. “Ben and I were screwing in a limo a couple of months ago and Dad got
so mad. It’s okay. We’ve all been there.”
“I was mad because you were on a mission,” her uncle shot
back.
“Yeah, a mission to get an orgasm,” Kala snarked and then
went still, scenting the air like she was a werewolf or something. “Brimstone.
It’s here.”
“Fuck me.” Lucy walked in with a stack of folders in her
hand. “Is there a reason we’ve invited my own personal demon to this meeting?
Aren’t you supposed to be in America making the world a darker and more bitter
place?”
“Kala!” Sosa strode in, and her reaction to finding Kala in
the conference room was a 180 from Lucy’s. She smiled. “It is so good to see
you, spiritual mother.”
Kala put a hand to her chest. “And you, my dark daughter.”
Cooper groaned but Sosa ignored him and ran to where
Charlotte was sitting, throwing herself Charlotte’s way.
Sosa sighed as she sat in Charlotte’s lap and looked so much
younger than usual. And she always looked young. She cuddled up to Charlotte
like she was a toddler who desperately needed affection from her chosen adult.
“Fake Momma, did you bring me anything from America? They keep me locked up
here and force me to clean the floors and cook all the meals, which I am not
allowed to eat because I am servant.”
Damon huffed. “You don’t even clean your room. I’m worried
we’re going to have to call a biosafety unit.”
Charlotte simply chuckled and hugged the young woman. “Ya
privezla tebe vsyakikh vkusnostey, dorogaya.”
Sosa didn’t even try to put on her usual tough-girl act. She
looked at Charlotte and then reached out to touch her strawberry blonde hair. “Ya
po tebe soskuchilas.”
“I missed you, too,” Charlotte said with a tenderness she
reserved for those she loved. “We will have to have lunch and you can tell me
everything that’s happened.”
Mal leaned over. “You’re going to have to explain this to
me.”
Sosa and Charlotte were speaking in Russian, which Vivian
only half understood. Sosa was complaining about nothing ever happening to her
because she was in English prison and they tried to feed her blood pudding.
She kept her voice down. “When we first met Sosa, Charlotte
took her in. She understands a lot of what Sosa went through. Sosa likes Ian,
but she adores Charlotte. Charlotte is the mother she hasn’t had in years.”
Sosa claimed she couldn’t remember her own mother or
anything that happened before she was taken. Trauma could cause some loss of
memory, and she still wasn’t sure what all Sosa was put through during her
“training,” but she was almost certain the young woman was lying about her
mother. She wasn’t ready to talk about her, and Vivian was giving her space.
But there was something in Sosa. Something dark and deep,
and it worried Vivian.
“You can’t go out because someone wants to kill you,” Damon
said from his place at the head of the table. He looked up as the door opened
again, and Penelope walked through with her daughter and son trailing behind
her. Damon held up a hand. “Come here, sunshine. I’ve had a terrible day. Your
children are horrible.”
Penny chuckled and let herself be brought onto her husband’s
lap. “My children?”
“I only accept Archie now,” Damon explained.
“Dad, Oliver tricked me into being his driver again. It’s