4. Rosy #4
“Take every single drop into that fertile pussy.” He grunts, pumping me full of cum, squeezing my hips. “I want you leaking Daddy’s cum tonight.”
I receive his seed like a good girl, relishing the feeling of being cherished by my dominant billionaire. We both keep coming, and then, when the heat of the climax passes, he slumps over me, face resting against my bare tits.
“God, that was intense,” he admits. “It always is with you.”
“I loved it,” I say. “I love you taking charge and making me feel good.”
He lifts his head, those dark eyes finding mine, and something softens in his expression that I’ve never seen before. Not in the office. Not during any of our sessions. This is new. This is raw.
“Let me untie you, babygirl.” He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and leaking his seed.
Atlas reaches above my head, his fingers working the silk tie loose with careful precision.
The fabric falls away, and I lower my arms slowly, wincing as blood rushes back into my wrists.
He takes my hands in his, pressing his lips to the red marks the silk left behind, kissing each wrist like he’s apologizing for binding me, even though I loved every second of it.
I curl into his chest, my cheek pressed against the steady thud of his heartbeat, and his arms wrap around me.
We lie together, our sweaty bodies and bare skin touching.
The weight of him is grounding, solid, real.
His skin is hot against mine, slick with sweat, and I can feel his cum still leaking from between my thighs, warm and thick against the sheets.
The thought should make me panic. It doesn’t. It makes me feel claimed.
“Atlas.” My voice comes out small, muffled against his chest. I tilt my face up to look at him, and his dark eyes find mine immediately, like he’s been waiting. “I am so glad I came tonight.”
“Me too.” He caresses my hair, kissing my forehead. We are nowhere near done yet, though. Once you get your energy back, we’re going to do this again.”
“I know, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. The day you walked into my office, you changed something deep inside me. You pulled out a part of me, the submissive woman who was so needy for a dom like you, and gave her life. I feel I can breathe; I feel desired when I’m with you.
I love being your sub, love being your babygirl. ”
“Mmmm….I love dominating you too, Dr. Black.” His lips find my nose.
“I love it even more when you’re honest with yourself.
I want to keep you here forever, Rosy. You’re not just another woman to me.
You’ve given me something too, baby. You’ve given me a sense of peace, a sense of belonging I never felt before.
With you, I can test my own boundaries, go farther than ever before because you are so receptive. ”
He pulls me closer, his arms tightening around my body like he’s trying to fuse us together, and I melt into the embrace.
His hand slides up my spine, fingers threading through my hair, cradling the back of my skull with a tenderness that makes my chest ache.
I love him; the words are at the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say them yet.
We haven’t even defined our relationship.
“Rosy.” I love it when he calls me by my name. “I need to tell you something, and I need you to hear me.”
I lift my head from his chest, searching his face. His jaw is set, his dark eyes intense and unguarded, and I see something in them that makes my breath catch.
“I don’t want to share you.” The words come out rough, almost angry, like the thought alone offends him. “I can’t stand the idea of anyone else touching you. Anyone else seeing what I see when you’re spread out beneath me. Anyone else hearing you say Daddy the way you say it to me.”
My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I’m sure he can feel it. “What are you saying, Atlas?”
“I’ve never asked a woman this before.” His thumb traces my jawline, tilting my face up so I can’t look away.
“But I’m asking you now. Be mine, Rosy. Exclusively.
Not as my therapist. Not as a secret. As my girlfriend.
As the woman I come home to every night and wake up next to every morning.
I want you in my bed, in my house, in my arms. You can keep doing whatever you want, as long as you’re mine. ”
My heart soars, swelling. “Really? You want me to be your girlfriend?”
“Yes. I want everyone to know that you’re committed to me, and I’m committed to you.”
“B-but you said…you said you never wanted to get married. I thought that included exclusive relationships.”
“You’ve changed me, babygirl. I love expanding your world; I love breathing you in. Now that I’ve had you in my bed, I know this is where you belong. So, what do you say? I fired you as my therapist, but it’s time I gave you another role.”
“Yes!” I say, smiling. “Oh god, I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Are things moving too fast?” he asks, holding me.
“No, they’re just perfect.” I cup his face, gazing into his deep eyes. “You’re perfect, Atlas Tucker.”
Our lips meet, heat and desire melting into something real and permanent—love.