Chapter 14
Brody
I feel like my girl transforms right before my eyes. One moment, she’s roaming around this room, absently staring at things while lost inside her head. The next moment, she turns so fast I’m nearly startled.
She’s got the bug. The mansion bug. The mansion does this to people. Lures them in and doesn’t let them go.
I won’t stop her. I step back and swoop my hand toward the door. “Let’s explore, little pixie.”
As she tries to walk by me, I snag her around the waist again because I like when she’s flattened against me. Breathing her in, feeling her heart beat, nuzzling her pulse point, hearing her purr…
She leans into me, letting me have my moment.
Sighing contentedly. God, I love her. What an odd feeling.
I never expected this would happen in my life.
I just know this is right in my soul. It feels so good, as if life was just moving by me with no purpose.
I’ve suddenly stopped to inhale deeply. Centered. All is right.
I haven’t wrapped my head around the possibility of giving up my life and business in San Antonio.
I haven’t had a chance to ponder the idea.
But I do know that I would never jeopardize my relationship with Melody for anything.
Especially not a job. If this woman wants to move to Alaska, that’s where we’ll go.
Eventually, I kiss her neck. “Rooms…” I let her go but still take her hand because I can’t stand not touching her. We move across the hall, and I start opening the doors of still-unclaimed rooms.
“There are so many,” she comments.
“Yeah. A lot. They all look the same to me. Antique furniture. Wood floors that are in need of buffing and polishing. Creaky pipes. Bad wiring. All of this is going to need to be replaced. But I’m going to let Haden handle that.”
She enters a room and then another and another until she finally stops in one and spins in a slow circle before shuffling over to one of the three windows. “Wow…”
“The view is nice, isn’t it?” I join her, reaching around her hips to set my palms on the windowsill and my chin on her shoulder.
“I like this one.”
“Yeah?”
She looks over her shoulder toward the bed and smirks. “It has potential.”
I follow her gaze and laugh. “You like the four-poster bed, do you?”
She widens her eyes and then bats them at me. “What…? I have no idea what you mean, Mr. Wilde. I just think it’s a nice period piece.”
I laugh harder. “What period would that be, baby?”
“The uhhh…four-poster period, obviously.”
God, I love her. I step closer, pressing her against the window. “I suspect most of your books take place in the four-poster period.”
“Maybe…” She giggles as I nibble behind her ear.
“That’s a very long period in history, you know. In fact, we’re still living in it.”
“You think? Maybe that’s why none of my readers ever complain about my historical accuracy.”
“I bet we can find some fun things to outfit that bed with while we’re in the city tomorrow.”
“Ooh. Good idea. Maybe pink ruffly curtains?”
My face hurts from smiling so much. “Baby, if you want pink ruffly curtains, we’ll get pink ruffly curtains.”
“Do you think they sell those at the place you were planning on going to?” she asks, her voice sing-songy and adorable.
“Doubtful, but we can go to as many stores as you want.” I snag my girl around the waist, lift her off the floor, and carry her giggling body over to the piece of furniture she’s so enamored with. We’re definitely getting a restraint system for this bed tomorrow.
Instead of tossing her onto the mattress, I fall with her, trapping her, face down. I drag her hands above her head and clasp both wrists with one of mine before letting my other hand wander down her side.
We didn’t even close the door, but I don’t hear anyone else upstairs right now. Besides, I don’t intend to expose her. I’m just going to tease her. I cup the side of her breast, making her whimper.
“I have a brand-new mattress in the other room. I’ll bring it in here,” I murmur as I slide my hand to the hem of her dress. I shift my body to one side, trapping her with one knee between her legs so I can reach under her skirt.
Her breathing picks up as I finger the edge of her cotton panties.
“Fuck, I love these,” I growl. Not for the first time, I’m fucking turned on by my girl’s sweet innocent panties. She’s anything but on the inside, but that’s half the reason they’re so sexy. “Are they wet, baby?”
She nods. “Yes…” Her voice is low now, gravelly, needy. All the humor from a few minutes ago is gone, replaced with her sexy voice.
I tuck a finger under the elastic at her hip. That’s all she’s going to get right now. My lips are on her ear. My objective is to torment her with my words. “I’m going to fill your head with so many new, kinky ideas that you’ll never run out of things to write about.”
She moans.
“Give the heroine in your next book these innocent, sweet, little cotton panties.”
“Mmmm.”
“Give her the pink ruffly curtains around a four-poster bed, too. Maybe in a gilded castle.”
“Brody…” She’s panting and rubbing her pussy against my thigh, trying to get some friction.
I tuck my finger all the way under the cotton at her hip and give it a tug. “Have you ever written a book where the hero fucks the heroine bare until she’s pregnant?”
She whimpers again. “No…”
“Maybe you should.” I gently bite on her earlobe, teasing her.
I have no idea what subgenres she writes.
She told me she’s read about breeding and milking, but that doesn’t mean she writes it.
I don’t want to get too pushy about her writing and make her think I’m snooping or fishing for information.
She’s turned on, so I decide to continue. Rising a few inches, I release the elastic so it snaps against her hip and drag my hand from under her skirt to slide it up her body. I reach for her chest and cup her breast.
Melody arches her head and chest off the mattress. “Brody…”
I love it when she says my name like this, all husky and desperate.
Deciding I need more, I push onto all fours and flip her onto her back.
She’s flustered and confused as I straddle her waist, pinning her to the bed. She stares at me, dazed, while I draw the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders until I’m able to pull the smocking down, exposing her breasts.
My girl bucks her hips upward, straining to look around me. “Someone might see us,” she whispers.
“I’m blocking your body, baby. No one will see anything.” I circle her nipples several times, watching as her pretty cheeks pinken. That same pink color spreads down her chest. Fucking gorgeous.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her.
She inhales sharply through her nose, but obeys me nonetheless.
I pluck at her pretty tits, making her squirm. “Arms above your head. Don’t move them.”
She’s trembling as she follows my orders. Her breathing is erratic.
“You told me you’ve read books where the hero milks the heroine.”
She nods, her head also somehow rolling back and forth.
“Have you written a milking romance, baby?”
She shakes her head.
I pinch her nipples, holding them hostage as I tug on them.
She cries out.
“Shhh. Quiet, little pixie. You don’t want anyone to wonder why you’re moaning and come looking for us, do you?”
She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks darkening further.
“I love that the idea of milking you turns you on.” I twist her nipples.
My girl is going to squirm out from under me if I’m not careful. “Brody…”
I lean over her more. “Do you know how engorged your breasts will be a few days after our first child is born?”
“Oh God…”
Fuck, she’s so aroused she might come.
I continue to hold her nipples, stroking them with my fingers, causing them to engorge further. “They will be so sore and heavy. Do you know what will happen if I pump them every few hours?”
Another moan.
“You’ll make more milk than the baby needs, little pixie. You’ll ache for me to relieve them. I may even have to clamp one while the baby nurses from the other so your milk won’t squirt out and get wasted.”
She’s panting so hard she might hyperventilate.
“You’re so submissive, Melody. Did you know that before yesterday?”
She shakes her head, her eyes squeezed shut. “No, Sir.”
Oh, yeah… She’s calling me Sir again. It’s not even noon. It was so easy to pin her down and make her writhe. She’s craved this in her life. She just didn’t know it.
I push her further because I want to know how she’ll react. “Imagine how full these will be.” I jiggle her breasts. “So much bigger than they are now. Can you feel the weight of them, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes out.
I pinch her nipples again. “Can you feel the pressure against these teats?”
Her head lolls to one side. “Yes, Sir.” She grips her thighs tightly together under me. I can’t stop her. It’s okay. I don’t mind if she comes. In fact, I think it would be good for her to orgasm while I’m driving her out of her mind with only my words.
“I’ll put padding against them, but they will leak through the layers anyway and drip down your torso.” I keep my voice low. “You’ll beg me to milk you.”
Long, low whimpers escape her as she draws her knees up behind my back.
“Who decides when it’s time to milk your udders, baby?”
Melody is coming out of her skin. It’s the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And she’s mine. All mine.
“Answer me, little pixie. Who decides when to milk you?”
“You do, Sir,” she murmurs, barely audible.
“That’s right. Submissive wives don’t make those kinds of decisions, do they?”
“No, Sir. Please…”
I grip her torso with my thighs out of fear that she will actually squirm free. I’m petting her breasts, barely touching her. It’s all she needs. “Do you know what will happen if I milk them dry and let the pump continue to suck on them?”
“N-no…”
“It will send a message to your brain that you need to make more milk.”
She bucks her hips hard enough that she’s nearly able to move me.
“They’ll be even fuller for your next milking. Dripping. But you’ll learn to leave them alone. You won’t ask me to milk you. You’ll wait like a good girl for me to decide when it’s time.”
“Oh, God! Brody. I’m going to come.”
I release her tits, shift my body to her knees, and push her dress up, exposing her panties. Her legs are pressed together. The front of her panties is soaked.
With one hand on her pelvis to steady her, I stroke her clit over the cotton with a finger.
My girl cries out as she comes, trembling with the pulses of her release. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.