Chapter 17
Arianna
“Brody seems nice,” I say as soon as we’re finally alone in Dallas’s bedroom a few hours later.
Brody is filled with energy. It’s obvious he lives life to the max. He’s loud and hilarious and just as smirky and obnoxious as his brother and cousins. I like him, but I’m worried his presence outnumbers Claire and me. He’s just like Dallas, bossy and overbearing.
“He’s a good guy,” Dallas informs me as he guides me into the bathroom and silently controls me by putting toothpaste on my brush as if I’m incapable of doing so or knowing I need to brush my teeth myself.
I want to sigh, but it won’t do any good. It will only make him even more pushy. After I brush and rinse, I say, “I feel sorry for him.”
Dallas grins. “Why’s that?”
“He doesn’t realize he’s here to stay. It would seem no one gets to leave this estate. Once you spend the night here, you’re stuck for life.”
Dallas sets his toothbrush in our shared holder, turns toward me, pulls me into his arms, and looks me in the eyes. “Are you here to stay?” he asks gently.
“Would you even let me leave if I wanted to?”
“No. Probably not.” His usual smirk makes my heart race.
“How about I promise to consider it if you take this stupid thing out of my ass?”
He chuckles. “How about if you not be so sassy while asking me to do something for you?”
I roll my eyes.
He reaches for the hem of my dress, pulls it over my head, and tosses it toward the hamper. His hands are on my bra clasp next, and just like that, I’m naked once again.
He slides his hands to my breasts, cups them, and then lowers his gaze to look at them. “These are so fucking sexy,” he purrs.
I bite my lip, unable to respond.
He grazes his thumbs over both nipples. “I bet I could borrow that pump from Ryder and try it on you.”
I take a step back and swat at his hands. “Not a chance, buddy.”
“I read that with the right supplements and regular pumping, a woman can start producing milk without even having a baby.”
I cover my breasts and put pressure on them. The last thing I want is for him to see how hard my nipples are from all this talk of milking me. It sends shivers down my spine, and I don’t want him to know it.
What kind of person am I that I’m turned on by the idea of being forced to lactate? I’ve read a lot of books, but I’ve never read anything that kinky. Tomorrow, I’m going to see if there are books out there with a trope like that.
Dallas stalks toward me.
I keep backing up until I’m against the bathroom wall with nowhere else to go.
He easily grabs my wrists, tugs my arms from across my chest, and lifts them to hold me captive against the wall. His gaze meets mine. “I can smell your arousal, baby,” he murmurs, glancing down. “And your nipples are so hard they could cut glass.”
I whimper.
He surprises me by dropping his head and drawing one of my nipples into his mouth. He suckles me while he flicks his tongue over the distended tip rapidly.
When he sucks harder, I wince and rise onto my toes. “Dallas…”
Eventually, he releases my breast with a pop and licks his lips as if he actually just feasted off me. He wedges a knee between my thighs. “Forget the pump. I could suckle you several times a day until you start lactating.”
I roll my head back and forth. “Stop…” My voice is weak, my argument lacking.
“Stop because it turns you off? Stop because you think it might hurt? Or stop because you’re embarrassed to admit you’re turned on by the idea?”
I purse my lips and focus my gaze on one side of the room.
Dallas dips his head to my other breast and repeats the action, licking, sucking, and eventually drawing me into his mouth almost painfully. I bet there will be hickeys on my breasts in the morning. And now I’m secretly hoping that is the case.
I’m warped. Something is wrong with me.
Dallas starts nibbling all over my breasts. As if he’s read my mind, he sucks my tender skin in various places, leaving marks.
I love it. I’m so hot for him that I’m leaking on his thigh. His jeans are going to have a wet spot.
I’m panting by the time he stops teasing my breasts. He’s breathing heavily, too. “You’re such a temptation, Arianna.”
“I’m not the one denying you sex,” I remind him as I grind my pussy wantonly against his thigh.
He growls. “You’re so wet. My leg is soaked. Is it the idea of the pump or me suckling you that’s pushed you nearly to orgasm?” He obviously enjoys tormenting me with his crude ideas.
I can’t even deny him. It would be futile.
Finally, he releases me. “Lean over the counter, baby. I’ll take the plug out.”
I hurry to do as he asks, relieved he is finally going to remove the hard object that’s lodged in my ass. I’ve gotten used to it, but I don’t want to sleep with it. I’m afraid if I disobey him, he might change his mind and leave it in.
“Bend over farther,” he orders. “Spread your legs. Let your breasts sway and push your bottom out.”
I take shallow breaths as I get into his required position. It’s obscene. He loves to shock me with his words, his actions, and his orders.
“Good girl,” he praises as he runs one finger lightly down my spine. When he gets to the plug, he taps it a few times before spinning it in slow circles. “Did you enjoy having your bottom filled, baby?”
I’m careful about my answer. This could be a trick question, but I decide to go with the truth. “Yes, Sir.”
“Next time, you’ll obey me quicker. When I tell you to bend over and present your bottom for me, you’ll do so without hesitation and keep the entrance loose so I can explore or put another plug in, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder. It’s perplexing to me how easily I submit to him.
Dallas grabs my hips, presses against me, pushes the plug in firmly, and growls. It’s a growl of frustration. He wants me. My heart starts racing because I want him just as badly. I wonder if I could get him to drop the no-sex-before-marriage rule. It’s bonkers.
I push my ass out, trying to get more contact.
He grips my hips tighter, leans over my back, and kisses my spine. “Marry me.”
I moan.
He eases back and kisses lower. “Marry me.”
This time, I bite my lip. I can’t talk while I’m biting my lip.
When his mouth lands on my butt just above the plug, I arch my spine.
“Marry me, Arianna. Say yes.”
I twist my head to look at him, release my lip, and ask, “Will you have sex with me if I agree to marry you?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’ll fuck you clear into tomorrow after the ceremony, though. I can make that happen as soon as you want.”
I’m trembling as I stare at him. I want to consent. I’m crazy. I should laugh him off. “Is love involved in this?” I ask. I know it is, but I need to hear him say it.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and sets his chin on my shoulder. “I love you so much. Please tell me you feel the same.”
I inhale deeply. “I do.”
“You do what , Arianna?” he prods.
“I love you, too.”
“See? We should get married.”
I find myself nodding. “Okay.”
He jerks his body upright, eyes wide. “Yes? You’ll marry me.”
I grin. “Yes.”
He lifts me off my feet, spins me around, and sets me on the counter. His hands come to rest on either side of my hips, and he meets my gaze. “You will?”
I giggle. “I said I would.”
He pushes my legs apart and nestles between them. His hands come to my face, and he kisses me as if we both might die if we don’t devour each other.
It might be madness, but it feels right. Being with him. Living with him. Sleeping with him. Even having a baby with him. I know deep in my soul it’s the right thing to do. I’m magnetically drawn to him, his family, and this estate. I couldn’t say no if I wanted to.
He shifts his attention to my neck, and I arch my head back and to the side to give him access. I love it when he kisses my neck. It sends shudders down my body.
When he lowers his mouth to my breasts again, he chuckles, leans back, and strokes my skin with a finger. “I gave you hickeys.”
I groan. “I’m aware.”
He grins at me, hands on my hips. “You’re going to marry me.”
I shrug as if it’s no big deal. “I guess. I mean, it seems like I have some time off from work until we can get the pipes repaired. I might as well get married or something while I’m waiting.”
He chuckles.
“I’m going to take it back, though, if you don’t get this thing out of my ass.” I point at his clothes. “And how about you take your shirt and pants off so I’m not the only one naked.”
“Nice try, baby.” He does pull his shirt off, though, and then his jeans. As usual, his briefs remain. Darn it.
After lifting me off the counter to set me on the floor, he turns me around and guides me to lean back over the counter again, finally removing the evil plug.
I blow out a breath as soon as it’s out of me.
“Don’t get too comfortable, baby. I’m putting it back in tomorrow. You liked it. You’ve been squirming all evening.”
“That doesn’t mean I liked it. It means I was aware of it,” I say as I stand and turn to face him while he washes the plug in the sink. It’s not nearly as large as it felt when embedded in me.
When he’s done, he holds it up and taps my lips with it. “Open.”
I frown.
He lifts his brows. “When will you learn to obey me without hesitation?”
“Probably never.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Open your mouth, baby.”
I sigh and do as he instructs.
He slides the plug between my lips. “Close… Good girl. Swirl your tongue around it. Feel the weight of it in your mouth.” He sets a hand on the small of my back and draws me in close to his chest. “Fuck that’s hot. Suck on it, baby.”
I tip my head back and suck, teasing him, realizing he’s picturing his cock between my lips. I’ve thought about taking him into my mouth. I wonder if he’d let me. He hasn’t even let me touch his cock or see it yet.
He’s so horny watching me, so I decide to tempt him. I tip my head back farther, set my palms on his chest, and make a show of licking and sucking the plug.