Chapter 6
Arianna
He wants me to go to him. The idea scares the hell out of me. If I let him touch me, I will fall under his spell. I will end up kissing him. I’m not sure it will stop at kissing. I’m equally unsure I’m ready for whatever he’s planning to do to me.
But I want it. I want what he’s offering.
It’s as though I’ve fallen into another dimension.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.
I don’t even know what it is I want. This is foreign to me.
All I know is he has me hypnotized. My body hasn’t fully belonged to me since the moment he walked into the library last week.
I can’t get him out of my head. He consumes my thoughts day and night. I toss and turn and wake up in the middle of the night needing something I don’t have any experience with. I slide my hand into my panties and rub myself to fantasies of this man more than once a night.
He’s so much older than me, and that fact somehow makes him even more attractive. It’s as though I’m certain he knows exactly what to do to my body to make it hum because he has experience.
Can I keep my head on straight and let him touch me at the same time? I don’t think I’ve done a good job of keeping my head on without him touching me, so probably not.
The truth is I’m desperate to explore what he’s offering, and I can’t find the will to turn him down.
I let my legs slide to the floor, rise, and shuffle toward him.
Dallas spreads his thighs, takes both my hands, and pulls me between his knees. He’s tall enough even sitting that I reach only a few inches above him when standing.
He brings my hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles, one at a time, slowly.
I’m panting by the time he lifts his gaze back to mine. “Do you want to know what it means to be mine, baby?” His voice is gravelly.
Wetness coats my panties, and I squeeze my thighs together. I shouldn’t react the way I do every time he says I’m his. It’s illogical. But I do. I react strongly. Can he see how hard my nipples are underneath my bra?
I nod before I can stop myself because I desperately want to hear what he has to say. I like the sound of his voice. I want to know what it means to be his. I want to be his. It scares the hell out of me, but I can’t help being drawn to him.
He lifts my hands to his shoulders and sets them there before dropping his palms to the backs of my thighs and sliding them under my dress.
My breath hitches, and I grow increasingly more aroused. The only times I’ve ever felt this aroused have been alone in my bedroom in the past week.
His hands are so big they easily span the backs of my thighs. His fingers tease the skin between my legs. “Spread your feet a few inches, baby,” he orders in a low, sexy voice.
I swallow hard, but I do as he says.
“Good girl. I know your pussy is aching to be touched by the way you keep squeezing your thighs together. Leave them open.”
I can barely breathe. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur. When he dominates me like this, I can’t help but address him reverently.
He smiles his approval, which makes me ache further.
“Belonging to me means never having to worry about anything because I will take care of everything from here on out. Belonging to me means having all your needs met, physically and emotionally. It means I will take your safety very seriously from here on out. It means not doing anything that might endanger yourself. It means following the rules I put into place to ensure you are never at risk. It means accepting my discipline when you break those rules. It means always going to sleep with a satisfied smile on your face and my come in your pussy.”
I can’t breathe. My legs are shaky, but he has a grip on me that’s firm enough to ensure I don’t collapse.
He squeezes my thighs tighter, hauls me closer, and dips his head to kiss my stomach before meeting my gaze again. “Belonging to me means accepting that I fully intend for your belly to be round with my child as soon as possible.”
I gasp. On some level, I had to expect him to feel this way. After all, Claire is already pregnant, and I suspect Reagan is well on her way, too.
Dallas’s fingers inch higher between my thighs until he teases the edge of my panties.
I rise onto my toes, panting.
He reaches farther to stroke a finger over the cotton gusset between my legs, smiling as he does so. “Soaked.”
My cheeks pinken. I’m embarrassed, and I want to close my thighs.
“You want what I’m offering, don’t you, baby?”
I refuse to answer, but I can’t keep from moaning when he strokes over my clit. My eyes roll back. No one but me has ever touched me there.
His hands slide up to my hips, taking my dress with them. He drags his fingers along the edge of my panties. “Lace… Inside my demure librarian is a wild girl who has never let herself out.”
I nod because he’s right, though I don’t think I fully understood that until he showed up. “Are you going to have sex with me?” My voice wobbles.
He shakes his head. “No, baby. I already told you I wouldn’t. Not today.”
“Oh.”
“Not until my ring is on your finger.”
I stare at him, stunned, as my jaw drops open. Finally, I shake my head to clear the cobwebs. “That’s…a bit antiquated, don’t you think?”
He grins. “It worked for Ryder and Tiago. I understand why they did it now.”
I gasp. Ryder and Tiago made Claire and Reagan wait until they were married to have sex? I don’t understand. And why is he sharing something so personal?
He chuckles. “We don’t have many secrets in the mansion, baby. It’s hard to keep them, plus why bother?” His fingers slide higher, and he strokes the underside of my breasts with his thumbs.
My eyes roll back in my head. My breasts feel fuller and heavier. My nipples are so hard they ache. I’ve touched them every night this past week, pretending my fingers were Dallas’s, but now he’s so close to stroking them, and I want it more than anything in the world.
“Fuck, your tits are amazing. I can’t wait to worship them with my mouth. I can’t wait to see them fuller and heavier when you nurse our children.”
I’m going to pass out. How does he make nursing a baby sound so sexy? I’ve always thought the act of nursing seemed painful and all-consuming. I figured if I ever had a kid, I would bottle-feed them. But I also haven’t ever really intended to have kids. I never intended to marry.
“What if I don’t want to nurse them?” I argue defiantly, though I probably should have backed up and pointed out that maybe I didn’t even want to have any children.
He lowers his face to my chest and strokes his nose between my full breasts over my dress. “You will, baby. You will bond with our babies nuzzled against your breasts, and when they fall asleep, I will express the rest so I can feed them myself in the middle of the night while you rest.”
Am I hearing him correctly? Did he say he would express my milk?
When he nuzzles between my breasts again, I lean into him. They feel so heavy I can almost imagine what they will feel like full and weighed down with my milk.
He lifts his head. “First, you should kiss me,” he teases.
I lower my gaze to his full lips. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.
Threading my fingers behind his head, I lower my lips to his.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but it doesn’t matter because Dallas drops my dress and frees his hands to bring them to my neck.
He angles my head to one side as I give him a chaste kiss.
And then he takes over. His lips are full and demanding against mine.
He licks the seam of my lips seconds later, and I open for him, moaning as he strokes his tongue against mine in a sensual dance.
After a while, it switches to him sucking my tongue gently into his mouth before he releases it and continues kissing me.
I’m kiss-drunk when he finally pulls back. We’re both panting. He grips the back of my neck to keep me close, angling me so my forehead is against his.
“Come home with me,” he whispers breathlessly.
I shake my head slightly because he’s not giving me enough space to move more than that.
He sighs. “Baby, you can’t fight this.”
“I’m not fighting it. I just need some time to collect my brain cells.”
He chuckles. “My goal is to keep your brain scrambled for the rest of our lives. Come home with me,” he encourages again. “You can meet Ryder. I assume you know Claire. Come for dinner. If you want to come back here, I’ll bring you back tonight.”
“No.” I’m firm. I really do need time to think and process.
He eases back on his grip on my neck, allowing me a few inches. Narrowing his gaze, he says, “As soon as I walk out the door, you’re going to finger your pretty pussy until you come, aren’t you?”
My face heats again. “Mmm.” That’s the flirtiest sound I’ve ever made. I shock myself.
He growls and shakes his head. “Nope. No masturbating. Keep your fingers away from your greedy pussy. From now on, your orgasms are mine.”
I’m certain my face grows redder. “Mmm,” I repeat. He can’t stop me from touching myself.
“Arianna… I mean it. No touching. If you touch that pussy without permission and without me watching, I will spank your bottom.”
I shrug nonchalantly. “How would you know?”
“I’ll know, baby.”
Mmm . I keep that last one to myself.
Dallas growls again before guiding me to inch away and rising to his feet. He grabs my face and kisses me again, briefly this time. “I’m going to let you have tonight. Tomorrow, you’re coming home with me for dinner.”
“Okay.” I can agree to that. Maybe tomorrow I will have more of my wits about me.
“Give me your phone so I can put my number in it.”
I glance toward the kitchen counter and see it sitting on the charger where it nearly always rests. I don’t have people to call, so I sometimes don’t even bring it downstairs with me during the day.
Dallas follows me to the counter. After I open it, I hand it to him.
He types quickly before handing it back. “I sent myself a text. You don’t carry it all the time?”