Chapter 12 #2
“Why wouldn’t I say it when it’s the truth?
” He leaned over her, placing one hand on the mattress by her head as he used his other hand to brush hers away from her face.
Then he kissed her. Lightly at first, but then harder.
Drawing back, he moved his mouth down her neck to where it met her shoulder.
“You are so beautiful. So sexy. So damn delicious.”
“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like you do,” she told him.
Oh, he liked that. Kneeling, he grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off over her head. Then he drew her up so he could reach around and undo her bra, drawing it off.
She let out a small sigh of pleasure.
“You good, baby?” he asked as she lay back.
“Just grateful to have that torture device off. They ought to be banned.”
“It feels that bad to wear it?” he asked with a frown.
“Not when it’s on, I guess. But it feels so good to take it off.” She raised her hands above her head and stretched like a cat.
He liked that she wasn’t super shy with her body. Considering she’d been horrified at the idea of touching herself while he watched, he’d thought she might be more shy.
Bending down, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh. Ohhh.” She placed her hand on the back of his head. “More, please. More.”
He moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking again.
“That feels so good.”
Hmm. Seemed she liked having her nipples played with. He tongued the tight bud, flicking it lightly.
Her breathing grew louder as he gave each nipple the same attention.
“Please, please,” she cried.
“It’s all right, darlin’. I’m going to take good care of you. Shh.” He kissed down her tummy until he reached her pussy. Then he parted the lips of her pussy.
So fucking beautiful.
Leaning in, he took a long lick. “God, you taste amazing.”
“I do?” There was a note of vulnerability in her voice, and he knew he had to tread carefully.
He wanted to lift her up. Make her feel amazing and beautiful.
Stafford wanted her to know her worth.
“Fucking delicious. And so beautiful. If I could spend time every day between these legs, I’d be a damn happy man.”
“Stafford! You can’t say things like that!”
He could.
Although he likely shouldn’t.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he ran his tongue over her clit, flicking it softly. Sometimes, actions were better than words.
At least they were when he didn’t trust the words that were about to come from his mouth.
As he played with her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them back and forth.
“Oh. Ohhh.”
The noises of pleasure she made spurred him on. He slowed his movements, then sped them up until she was right on the cusp. Then he slowed them down again.
“No. No, please,” she begged. “Please.”
“What do you want, darlin’?” he asked as he kept his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.
“I . . . I can’t say it.”
“Yes, you can,” he reassured her. “Tell me what you need. You’re so wet for me. You’re such a good girl. Tell me.”
“To come. I need to come,” she said quickly, as though she just wanted to get the words out.
“Well done, baby. Was that so hard?”
“Kind of,” she groaned.
He’d teach her to be more open with her needs. To be unashamed of them.
Will you?
Isn’t this a one-off?
He quieted that internal voice and concentrated on eating his girl out until her cries filled the room and she found her release. He continued to lick her pussy gently, bringing her back down slowly.
Plus, he was reluctant to stop tasting her.
He lay on his back next to her before arranging her on top of him, chest to chest.
She was breathing heavily, and he just held her, giving her time to calm down. Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he waited for her to come back to herself.
“That was . . . that was . . . I don’t even have words.”
He had to grin. “No?”
“No, wait. I do have a word. Magical.”
“Ooh, big word coming from a magician.”
Blakely sighed sadly. “A failed magician.”
What the hell?
Stafford rolled her onto her back and rested up on his elbow so he could stare down at her.
Grasping her chin, he held her face still as he gave her a firm look. “I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself that again. You are not a failed anything.”
“But I am! None of my tricks ever work out. You’re a better magician than me!”
“I’ve never performed a magic trick,” he told her.
“You just performed magic on me, though.” Her smile was forced and didn’t reach her eyes.
“First of all, that was terrible. Second, while it’s cute you think my skills are magic, it’s not the same thing. Say that again about yourself and you’re going to find yourself back over my knee.”
She pouted. “Do you spank all the women you date?”
He tensed.
Then she tensed as well.
“Only the really naughty ones,” he said after too long a pause. Which made it sound very awkward.
Shit.
“I didn’t mean anything by that.” She sat up hastily and searched around for her clothes. She pulled her top on.
Should he tell her that it was inside out?
Not important.
“Blakely,” he said, sitting up as well as he watched her try to shove her foot into her jeans. “Blakely, stop.”
“I have to go. Sorry.” She hopped around, one foot stuck in her jeans, before she started to fall.
Leaping to his feet, he grabbed her, pulling her upright.
“Blakely, stop before you hurt yourself,” he told her sternly. He sat her down on the end of the bed and crouched to help her get her foot into her jeans.
“I’ve got it,” she said. “Please, just stop.”
Stop?
Stop touching her?
Shit. Fuck. He stood, drawing back and holding his hands up. “Blakely—”
“Please don’t try to placate me,” she said hastily. “I feel like enough of an idiot right now. I just . . . I didn’t mean that we had to date. I don’t know why that came out like that. I didn’t come in here to . . . to trap you into a relationship.”
Fuck.
“Blakely, I know you didn’t,” he said hastily. “I’m not upset or mad at you.”
She eyed him skeptically.
“Baby, I’m not.”
“I don’t know why I said that. I know you don’t want a relationship. You’re too busy with the ranch.”
“I am busy with the ranch,” he said slowly. But was that a reason to put the rest of his life on hold?
He’d thought it was.
Now, he wasn’t so sure. Did he really want his life to be all about work?
Shit.
Was he really thinking about starting a relationship? With Blakely?
But the ranch wasn’t the only obstacle in their path.
“I’m not a Daddy,” he said quietly.
She was now standing and had her jeans on. Shit. He hadn’t even noticed her move.
You need to get yourself together.
“What?” she said.
He needed to handle this very carefully. “I don’t think there’s any doubt that there’s something between us.”
“You mean sex,” she said bluntly.
“I mean desire, attraction, mutual respect.”
She frowned as she studied him. “But?”
“There’s not a but, exactly. However—”
“However is the same as but,” she interrupted him.
“Do you need to go back over my lap?” he asked her.
Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that.
“Blakely, you’re a Little.”
“Um, yes?” she asked.
“And you deserve a Daddy. I’m not a Daddy. I’m not a Dom. And you’re right, I shouldn’t get into a relationship at the moment. I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry,” she told him. “I knew that. I just . . . I shouldn’t have let this happen. No more spankings or threats of spankings. Or any of this. It’s . . . it’s too confusing for me. I think . . . I can’t do casual or whatever this was. I’m sorry.”
Turning, she fled from the room.
Well.
That went well.