Chapter 13

May

W ell, I've learned a few things.

Penises are fun.

Orgasms are NOT what I thought. They're way better.

I'm crazy.

Because I think I'm in love. Like, real love. With a guy I met a few days ago.

Like I said, crazy.

I shift on the bed, and my whole body remembers. There's a soreness deep inside me, in a spot I didn't even know existed yesterday. A spot Deck found, and claimed, and apparently broke in.

Your blood is on my cock. My cum is in your cunt.

His voice is still in my ear from a few minutes ago. My thighs press together under the blanket, and a little throb pulses where he was. Like he's still in there, sort of. I press my hand to my belly and wonder if a baby is already happening. Geez.

My first and my last. My only. My forever.

"Come on, Pink. I'm going to clean you up and see if we can't ease that ache."

"Please, I can walk. You didn't turn me into a paraplegic." I toss my hair out of my face as Deck reaches down to scoop me up from under my legs and behind my back. "Yet."

I wince, because even this movement reminds me of what that monster between his legs did to my virgin spaces.

"If you're still walking, we're not done." Decker kisses my temple.

I'm still amazed you can get something that size into something my size. It's quite fascinating. The science behind it, I mean.

"The bath is warm enough to help. Then you're going to tell me everything you know about Simon, Victor, the will, and where they might have taken Leah. Anything that might help. I want it all. You're not going back there."

Deck strides, carrying me toward the bathroom in the master suite.

His house is very nice, very clean. Nothing like the estate, with its carved wood and Turkish rugs.

His place is strikingly white. All sharp angles and warm light coming in everywhere.

A wall of windows lines the bedroom, looking down over a lake.

It's black at this hour, but I bet it's something during the day.

"I have to go back." Deck's arms tense around me, and I quickly add on, "I mean, just to find out about Leah. That's all. I love that house, it's where we grew up. I have fond memories, but I'll give it all up for her."

Inside the steaming bathroom, Deck lowers me, feet first like a china doll, into the clear water.

"What, no bubble bath?" I smile as the water warms my lower legs, Deck's huge hands still around my waist, gently guiding me lower.

He shakes his head and smiles.

"No, that would obstruct my view. Besides, I've read that bubble baths aren't good for you, especially after the beating you just took down below.

No, I'll always look out for you. Your health is most important.

No bubbles, just warm, clean water." He leans down and plants two kisses on my lips.

My cheeks feel warm, and my tummy flutters.

I want him again, even with the soreness still raw between my legs.

Something in me has woken up, and won't go back to sleep.

I need more. "Down you go. Deep breath."

I suck in a breath as the water hits my behind, then feel the sharp sting as it envelops my raw pussy.

"Geeeeeezzzz-uuuuuussssss." My fingertips dig into his forearms, and the pain washes over me for a good minute. He puts his lips to the top of my head, kissing me lightly while the pain subsides, until I finally take a deep breath and relax.

"I'm so sorry, May. It'll get better. Now, what happened tonight? You were coming back to see me? Victor followed you?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye, that's all. I knew you were special, and something told me I needed one more kiss before I got married tomorrow. I didn't think that was too much to ask."

"Tomorrow?" Deck snaps as he sits down on the edge of the tub and starts sponging warm water over my shoulders. He's naked, and my eyes can't help being drawn to his cock, which is still standing nearly as big as it was when he pushed inside of me.

"May." He's rubbing my shoulders, but his hand, slick with water, comes around to cup my chin, raising my eyes to meet his. "I need to know everything so I can get Leah back to you. What you want, I want. You're mine now, and I take care of what's mine."

"Sorry." I lick my lips, my eyes still darting down to look at it. "It's mesmerizing."

"Trust me, I understand the feeling. It's taking more effort than you can imagine just to keep from taking up permanent residence inside that pink-wink of yours. But we'll have more time for that when we have Leah back. Right now, she has to be the priority."

"Okay." I take a moment and try to refocus. "They figured out that I'd snuck out the other night. Then today, Leah was gone. They'd taken her somewhere, but they wouldn't tell me where. They made me sign the marriage license."

Deck's jaw tightens but he doesn't interrupt.

I shake my head. "It means you only need twenty-four hours, and then you can be married. I figured it was my last chance, so I snuck out again and took the bus to the club. I wanted to see you. Victor pulled up and grabbed me as I was coming down the back street, heading for the parking lot."

The thought makes me shudder.

"If that fuck ever touches you again, I swear I won't stop at fixing his face. I won't stop until his heart stops."

"They're going to do something. I don't know what, but I know they must be planning something.

They want the money. The conservatorship only lets them touch certain funds at certain times, so they can't get at all of it.

When I get married and make a baby, my share goes into a trust fully run by my husband.

So basically, my dad loved us, but he didn't think women could handle their own money. He was very old school."

"It's your money. It'll always be your money, as far as I'm concerned.

I have no interest in it. I have my own, and it's more than enough to take care of you.

Which I fully intend to do in every way.

" He runs a hand over his head, and his eyes drop to the water, to me.

The way he looks at me feels like being licked all over.

"I don't know where they've taken Leah. They've never taken us anywhere before. For all I know, she could just be locked in another room or a guesthouse at the estate. It's huge, but they keep everything locked up. We only have access to our bedrooms, our dining area, and a few other rooms."

"I'll find her, May. Whatever it takes. They won't hurt her. She’s valuable to them. They may have lost control of you, so now she's more important than ever. They need her."

A flash of fear chills me.

"What if…" I gulp. "What if Victor marries Leah?

What if they make her do it? They could, you know.

Oh my God. They would do that. I know they would.

They could even use the same marriage license.

They had me sign it, but it wasn't filled out all the way.

There were bits they'd left blank. They could be married by tomorrow.

Simon and Victor… they know people. Judges. Officials. People who would help them."

Deck's face tightens.

"What?" He knows something, I can tell.

"Nothing." He forces a grin, and his eyes drop straight to my chest, like that solves the conversation.

I lie back in the water, letting his gaze gobble me up because I like how he looks at me and how it feels to be desired like this.

"You know what you did to me?" I bite my lip and look up at him.

"What's that?" he asks, and his cock grows another inch right in front of me. Like it heard.

"What you did to me with your mouth. I want to do that to you. With my mouth."

I pull my hands from the water and reach one over toward him.

He takes my fingers and guides me. The water is cooler now, but my body is hot, flushed, and the room beyond us fades away.

"I'll show you, May. I'll teach you. You're mine to use. Do you understand that? What it means to belong to me?"

He places my hand on his girth, closing his fingers over mine so they wrap around the shaft. I feel the silk over the granite underneath. He squeezes, and I pull in a glorious breath.

"I think so."

"It means I'll always care for you. I'll know what you need before you even know it yourself, because nothing will be more important to me than you." He stares down at me with those eyes, his muscles tense under his skin, and the dark hair on his chest calling for my hands.

He moves our hands together, stroking, up and down, up and down. My skin tingles and my belly aches for him. My mouth waters when I think about tasting the shiny droplet forming at the slit of his cock.

"I want to taste that," I blurt out, licking my lips, and his cock turns six kinds of hard under my hand.

"My cum is going to be in every hole you have. Eventually. But right now, let's get you out of this tub so we can give your mouth what it needs."

His hands are everywhere. Towel, shoulders, back, legs. The way he looks at me makes my whole body flush. He's holding back. I want it all.

"Show me." I let the words out with a breath as his hands cup my breasts. His eyes trail over me, regarding every part of me, and as much as he makes me feel beautiful, I still wonder why a man like him would desire a plump little elf like me.

My hands flutter at my sides, then I cross one over my poochy belly, bringing the other one absently up toward my chest. I sink back on one hip and drop my eyes to the floor.

"Don't." Deck's sharp words shock me out of my moment. "Don't you ever do that again."

"What?" The tension hits me. It's more than the wanting. He's angry. I don't have any fear, but I hate that he's upset.

"Cover yourself. It insults me that you would do that. Look at me," he orders with a grunt.

I meet his eyes. Fire. Fire and something else. A concern. It reminds me of how my father used to look at me when I was hurt or scared.

"When I look at you, I see the woman I've waited for my entire fucking life.

This is straight out of some fairytale, but I'm all in, May.

You're a star in the sky like I've never seen.

That perfect snowflake that lands on your hand, and you're mesmerized by what nature created.

One of a kind. Perfect. Magical. And mine.

So don't ever do that. Don't second guess your power or your perfection in my eyes.

Take that hand away. Show me all of you.

Because that's what I want. Nothing less than everything. Are you ready for that, May?"

I nod, not because I know he wants it, but because I am. He's right. This is crazy, but it's so right, and I'm all in.

"Good girl. Now follow me. That mouth has some taste testing to do."

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