Chapter 12
Dallas
When we get home, I guide her into the house through the kitchen because that’s what we always do.
We’ve barely been in the front of the mansion.
“Wait here a minute, baby,” I tell her before opening a drawer in the kitchen to pull out a pad of paper so I can leave a note on the counter for Gretchen, letting her know that Arianna is in the house and to expect her for breakfast.
When I’m done, I lead my numb girl up the stairs and down the hallway to our room. I shut and lock the door quietly. It’s late. I don’t want to wake Claire by slamming a door.
I lead Arianna to the bed and pull the sweatshirt over her head before lifting her to sit on the edge so I can remove her sandals.
It’s damn near impossible to ignore how fucking sexy she is in her pink nightie. I need to get her under the covers as fast as possible so I can stop staring at her full breasts. The material is sheer. I can see the rosy tips of her nipples and areolas.
I had those nipples in my mouth a few hours ago, and I’d like to suckle them again, but I won’t now. She’s exhausted. She’s also worried. Her brow is furrowed. She needs sleep. Things won’t look so dire in the morning. At least, I hope they won’t.
Patting the center of the bed, I say, “Crawl in, baby.”
She stares at me and seems to snap out of her daze. “You’re going to sleep with me?”
I kiss her forehead. “Yes, baby. Keyword: sleep.”
Her face changes entirely. The worry lines disappear as she tosses me an adorable smirk. Normally, I’m the smirker in our relationship. But my sassy girl is turning the tables on me.
She crawls to the other side of the bed, sliding under the covers and pulling them to her neck when she’s situated.
I pull off all my clothes except my briefs, turn off the lamp, and climb in next to her.
Her location so far away is not going to work for me.
Not at all. Odd, since I’ve never been the sort to touch someone while I’m sleeping.
I never touched my ex-wife when we were asleep.
I preferred some distance when actually trying to sleep.
But not with Arianna. She’s going to sleep cocooned in my arms for the rest of our lives. I reach for her and haul her to the center of the bed before tucking my arm under her neck and clasping one of her hands between her breasts.
I kiss her temple. “Sleep, baby.”
She sighs. “You’re putting a crimp in my new style.”
I nuzzle her neck. “How’s that, baby?”
“Usually, about now is when I would make myself come. I’ve done so every night since I met you. How am I going to do so with you next to me?”
I chuckle. My entire body shakes. “Even after I threatened to plug your naughty bottom? You were still going to masturbate?”
She shrugs in my arms. “Without a doubt. At least twice. Tonight and before I got up in the morning.”
What a naughty temptress. I thought my warning would have been sufficient. Her boldness makes my cock lurch against her bottom. “Have you always masturbated at night and again in the morning?”
She giggles. “Nope.”
Strange response. “How long have you been doing so?”
“Eight days.”
I growl in her ear even though I suspected that would be her answer. “How often did you masturbate before you met me?”
“Never,” she whispers.
I flinch. “Like…never?” She never even masturbated with previous men?
“Never. I didn’t have any material to work with until you walked into the library. I just assumed I wasn’t a sexual being.”
Her candor brings me to my knees. “Baby, you’re a very sexual being. I wish I could say I’m sorry you never met anyone or came upon any situation that made you want to explore your own body and give yourself pleasure. How many partners have you had?”
She looks away, pursing her lips.
“Arianna…”
“None,” she finally whispers. Her cheeks turn bright pink.
My cock grows two sizes. She’s a virgin? I knew she was rather innocent and probably hadn’t dated anyone locally, but she’s twenty-five. She’s only been in Wilde for two years. How did she not have sex with anyone in college?
She sighs. “Don’t get all cocky about this, Dallas. There are no religious or altruistic reasons behind why I haven’t had sex. I just never met someone I wanted to do it with.”
“Until me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Cocky. Until you.”
“And now you can’t keep your hands away from yourself.” I’m definitely feeling as cocky as she insinuates. “The truth is I’m pumping my chest, knowing you’ll only ever be with me. I promise you will not regret it.”
She sighs dramatically. “How long do you think it will take to get my apartment back to a livable state so I can resume pleasuring myself?”
I roll to my back, reach for the lamp, and turn it on. Two seconds later, I have tugged the covers down the bed and pushed Arianna onto her back. I’m on my hands and knees, straddling her body without touching her.
I know she was sort of teasing, taunting me, but I want to make several things very clear here. “Arianna, you’re mine. Starting tonight, you will sleep in our bed every night. We will not ever sleep apart. You’re not going back to your apartment. I would lose my head.”
She bites her lip, apparently fighting a giggle.
I narrow my gaze at her.
She releases her lip and drags her tongue seductively along it. She pats my chest with both hands. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. I feel like I might be able to excel at that in the future.”
I’m admittedly shocked by her boldly sassy attitude. Needing to come up with a way to put her in her place, I shove back, push her sheer nightie up above her chest, and pull her panties off.
She gasps when I part her knees and settle between them, holding her wide to my view.
“I don’t want to crimp your style, baby. Go ahead and do your thing.”
Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops open.
I nod. “I never said you couldn’t continue to masturbate. I just said you couldn’t do it without permission or alone. I want to witness every single one of your orgasms. So, go ahead. Touch yourself. I’ll enjoy the show.”
She licks her lips again. “Uhhh. I don’t think I can do that.”
“Oh, baby, I know you can. In fact, as an incentive, I’m not going to touch you again until you masturbate for me.”
She gasps, eyes widening further. Her cheeks turn a dark pink. I’m besting her at her own sassy game, but she suddenly comes up with a comeback. “You can’t be with me all the time, Dallas. I can be fast. I could probably get off in the bathroom when you think I’m peeing.”
I chuckle low and deep. “Oh, Arianna… Do you have any idea how often I’m going to let you out of my sight for the next fifty years, naughty girl? Tomorrow, when you want to pee alone, remember that you dug this hole all by yourself.”
This time, her eyes bug out of her head, and she swallows.
I glance down at her glistening pussy. “You can make yourself come right now while I watch, or you can put it off for as long as you want, but your next orgasm will be at your own hands under my gaze.” I lift a brow.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath.
I chuckle. “Yeah. You’ll think twice the next time you decide to try to tease me.”
“You’re not really going to go to the bathroom with me, are you?”
“Every time. Maybe I should cuff you to me or get one of those harnesses people put on their kids or a leash. How about a collar and a leash?”
She shudders. “Not a chance.”
I laugh. “So, what’s it going to be? Are we going to sleep, or do you want to come first? Such a greedy girl after I gave you more than one orgasm just a few hours ago. You must be really curious about what it will feel like to have your pretty bottom plugged.”
The way she arches her entire body off the bed and moans at my suggestion makes me rethink my plans to use butt plugs as a punishment. Apparently, she’s kinkier than she knew. I’m good with that.
I bend down and reverently kiss her nipples one at a time. “Touch yourself, baby,” I encourage.
She hesitates, but she’s breathing heavily. I’m pretty sure I could dirty-talk her into it without too much effort.
When she brings her unsteady hands to her stomach, I smile. “Slide your fingers up to your breasts, baby. Show me how you like to touch your nipples.”
She bites into her bottom lip.
I close the distance and flick my tongue over one swollen bud.
She finally relents, moaning softly as she cups her full breasts before thumbing her nipples.
“Good girl. Close your eyes.”
She blows out a breath as she obeys me. I think she’s relieved not to have to watch me as she masturbates.
“That’s my girl. Go into your head. Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”
She obeys and squeezes them between her thumbs and pointers.
“Good girl… Mold your hands around the globes, baby. Feel how full they are. In a few months, they will be larger, heavier, and tender. Your nipples will start to lengthen.”
She arches her chest off the bed as I talk dirty to her. In reality, my words aren’t really dirty. They are statements of fact, but Arianna is turned on by the idea of being pregnant because I’m nudging her that way.
I continue, keeping my voice low and steady. “Imagine how full they will be a few days after you give birth, filled with milk, heavy and dripping. I’ll start pumping you even before that to prepare them. You’ll be so engorged between milkings.”
She’s panting as she plucks at her nipples.
“Slide your right hand down to your belly.”
I love how quickly she obeys me, flattening her palm on her stomach.
“Imagine how it will feel when that’s no longer flat. Soon, you’ll have a little pooch that will grow and swell with my child.”
She digs her heels into the mattress and tips her head back. “Dallas…”
Feeling triumphant, I continue, “Slide your fingers lower, baby. Drag the tips through your folds. Gather your wetness and use it to stroke your clit.”
She whimpers, but she does as she’s told. Her fingers are trembling as she circles her clit and then flicks it. She’s so turned on that her pussy is glistening with her arousal.
“Do you usually thrust your fingers into your tight cunt to come, baby?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you ever use a vibrator or a dildo?”
She shakes her head again.
“Can you come from just stroking your clit, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
Fuck me. That’s so hot. And then I have another thought. “Have you ever put anything up inside you, baby?”
“Tampons,” she murmurs as she opens her eyes to look at me.
Just tampons? I’m going to need to stretch my girl before she’ll be capable of taking my cock. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I will deny her any penetration. Tonight, she is giving me a show. The best show on Earth.
I have another thought that needs addressing. “Are you on any form of birth control, baby?”
“No…” she murmurs.
“Good.”
She rolls her eyes. “You do realize most couples like to enjoy some time together before they have kids.”
“We’re going to enjoy time together and have babies, Arianna. Our children will never take away from how I feel about you or how close you and I will be to each other. Even if we have ten kids, you will still be important to me. I promise.”
She draws in a breath and closes her eyes again as her fingers work her clit. “How are you able to make me hornier by talking about a subject that should send me running?”
I chuckle. “Because you know you want the same thing as me. You know I’m going to coddle you, treat you like a princess, and worship your body at every stage of pregnancy. In my eyes, you’ll be more beautiful with every passing day.”
I part her labia with my thumbs, making her gasp.
She eases her fingers down to her slit and meets my gaze as she strokes the entrance. “I feel empty,” she whispers.
“If you push that finger into your pussy, I will pin that hand to the bed, swat your pussy, and make you sleep without the orgasm you crave.”
She gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
“ Try me .” I lower my gaze to her entrance. She’s soaking wet and teasing herself with the tip of her pointer.
I’m no idiot. I know she needs to be filled. Denying her what she craves until my ring is on her finger will work in my favor. “Arianna…” I warn. I’ve created a monster. Threatening to plug her bottom has proven to be no deterrent. Apparently, swatting her pussy hasn’t either.
With a dramatic sigh, she eases her finger back up to her clit and flicks the swollen nub rapidly. In seconds, her mouth falls open, her head tips back, and she stops breathing. Her body stiffens right before she comes.
Damn, she’s gorgeous when she orgasms. She’s panting and restless as her release subsides. She needs more. She might have gotten relief from rubbing herself off for the past week, but that was before I made her aware that I would deny her penetration of any form.
Now, she’s desperate.