Chapter 13
Arush of relief swept through her, bubbling up inside her chest until she almost couldn’t contain it.
She pressed her lips together, fighting the urge to burst into laughter as they climbed the stairs, convincing herself that it was the effect of the pain medication but she knew it was exactly what she needed.
To drag him out of that dark, festering mood by demanding his attention, to feel him focus entirely on her.
Not that she expected him to stop worrying about her—he always did, in that protective, overbearing way—but something had shifted between them.
At the top of the stairs, he took her uninjured arm and guided her to their bedroom, slanting his mouth against hers in a kiss that made her pulse race.
“I didn’t even let you change, did I?” His warm, smooth hand cupped against her cheek.
“No, you didn’t.” Ella pressed her palm to his chest. “You were too busy trying to solve everything or fix me.”
“You’re not broken, dear heart.” He traced her ear, then worked his fingertips into her hair, sending hot shivers tingling down her spine.
“Not even my shoulder, Master.”
“Good.” His hands slid down to her waist, and he pressed her against his hard body, grinding his hips into hers, her heart pounding with anticipation.
“Open your mouth,” he grabbed her chin, holding it firmly.
She gasped as the heat of his touch skimmed along her bottom lip, and the moment she parted her mouth for him, he pressed his finger inside, stroking across her tongue.
The hard, deliberate drag of his thumb sent heat curling low in her belly, a helpless whimper slipping free as he traced lazy, teasing circles over the sensitive tip of her tongue.
“I asked you to do this because I can. Because you obey. Isn’t that right?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
She grabbed his forearm with her good hand, needing the contact to steady herself as heat crawled up her neck and spread across her chest, tightening her nipples and making her gasp.
A low moan escaped her as saliva touched her lips as his thumb scraped her tongue, slowly sending ripples of heat through her body as she whimpered under his intense gaze.
The sling made her clumsy, helpless—two things she hated being.
“How are you feeling right now?” He removed his thumb from her mouth, wiping along her jaw.
“I’m okay… the pain meds are kicking in,” the words came out thickly.
“You tell me to stop if it’s too achy.” Zee spun her around so her back was to his front.
He started undoing her corset, kissing her shoulders, skimming his lips along her back.
The buzz of his lips made her shudder, and she pressed back against him as he slowly undid the ties of her corset.
“You were the best dress patient in the place, dear heart.”
Ella leaned back against him, laughing.
At the hospital, Ella had a moment of embarrassment, knowing she was dressed to teach a class at Club Bandit.
But her sparkly red corset was pretty, and she’d paired it with a skirt that reached her ankles.
Nothing about the outfit was overly sexual or inappropriate, and she’d been proud of herself for not caring what she looked like.
“You are still mine.” Zee kneaded her breasts, holding them in his palms slowly drawing tiny circles across her nipples with his fingertips.
She bit her lip as his slow, insistent touch set her nerve endings simmering and arousal flared low in her belly.
It hurt to move her right arm, even a little, and it was hard to stay still under his touch.
But with every firm pull and soft tease, Zee took her mind off the pain from the dislocated shoulder and away from the emotional storm of thoughts that was brewing under the surface.
“Always, yours.”
He dropped her breasts, slid his hands down her skirt and helped her step out of it.
“Don’t you ever forget it,” he held his palm against her bottom, the heat of his palm making her wet and she gasped, her nipple drawing tightly as he slipped her panties off her ass.
“I never, ever will, Master.”
She sucked in a breath as he wrapped his strong forearm around her waist, startled when his open palm spanked her.
“You’re supposed to take care of my property.” He spanked her harder this time, hitting just above her thighs and it made her squirm against his grip.
Ella gritted her teeth, tears pricking at her eyes, as he spanked her over and over but she wasn’t sure if that was because of the pain, or because she was relieved Zee was treating her normally.
“I know!” Ella let out a whine, not wanting to say sorry because he told not too twice and she didn’t want to say it now.
All she could do was acknowledge his frustration and take her punishment.
The crack of his hand against her bottom rang out; her ass felt like it was on fire and she cried out.
“There’s more to come, girl.”
He spanked her again, and she stood still, as his hand struck her, his arm pressing against her waist keeping her steady.
His hand fell on her bottom, in a steady quick rhythm that made her gasp in time with his palm landing on her ass, spreading a new wave of fire across her bare skin, even as she was drenched between her legs and as he kept spanking her, the tension and stress of the night slowly eased away.
“That’s my girl. Does that feel better?”
“Yes, Master,” she gulped in air, as he kissed her cheek tenderly and brushed away her tears.
“Sit here, dear heart,” he guided her to the armchair in the corner.
Her feet dragged as she walked, the throbbing in her arm slowing her movements.
She sat gingerly, the fabric scraping her burning skin.
“Is that hard on your shoulder.”
“No, Master. The chair gives my shoulder enough support.”
“Good. I’ll be right back.” Zee whistled nonchalantly and strolled over toward their closet.
Her heartbeat quickened as she waited, shifting her focus from her pain to a state of almost meditative anticipation.
Where did he go? She lazily wondered but her head felt floaty and her limbs soft.
Zee took her hands after what seemed like forever and she startled at his touch.
“Right here is where I want you,” Zee.
He leaned over the arm of the chair, slanting his mouth against hers with a soft growl.
The kiss stole her breath, it was so hard and fast, and he made sure not to touch her injured shoulder as he kissed her, tracing her tongue with his, hungry and desperate.
She whimpered against his hot mouth, wanting more.
Zee broke off the kiss and cupped her chin in his hand.
“Good girl. Lean back for me. Is that still comfortable?” The concern in his tone had her reaching out her hand to him, needing to touch him, to reassure him that she was still here.
Ella shifted, her legs spreading instinctively, as she anchored herself back into the chair for stability
“It’s about the same.”
“Good. Spread those legs, girl. I want to see my pussy.“ He parted her thighs and shoved the hem of her skirt up and over her legs, baring her pussy to him.
Hot tingles raced down her spine.
Whenever he called any part of her body his, she melted into a puddle of arousal goo.
Her hips rose off the chair, she whimpered as the movement hurt her shoulder a tinge because she couldn’t move with the sling.
His breath blew hot on her labia before he buried his face between her legs, his stubbly cheek rasping against her skin and she clenched as his tongue swiped at her pussy, hard and unrelenting, as if he wanted to reclaim every part of her.
Ella whimpered as he lapped her sensitive inner thighs, working his way to her pussy, until he lapped her outer lips, then stabbed his tongue against her clit, sensitive exactly how to drive her pleasure.
“Master!” Her arousal surged, desperately wanting more.
Even as she thought that, he decreased the pressure of his tongue, lapping slowly, with little flicks agonizingly, not enough to do anything, and she couldn’t move and he knew that, sneaky Master.
“Oh!” Ella’s hips bucked off the chair as he licked high on her clit, sending an intense wave of desire through her body so strongly her hips came off the chair.
He sucked her clit, hard, his palms pressing on her skin and she moaned, knowing she was close to shattering.
The sight of her husband between her legs was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“I love you!” Ella cried, her voice breaking with need.
Pleasure ripped through her and she exhaled long, panting breaths, still holding herself tight, afraid to let go.
With one last suck, he lifted his mouth from her pussy and she closed her eyes, tightly at the sudden emptiness.
But then she felt the press of something soft and she clenched her pussy around it.
“Come for me, slave. Right now.” Zee held the bullet vibe, nestling it against her opening.
“Yes, Master!” Ella gritted the words as the vibrations rolled through her, pulsating, and she gasped for breath.
“Now let go, girl.” That’s all she needed to push herself over the edge and as she fell in ecstasy, her body became limp and boneless, the pain in her shoulder down to a dull roar even as he held her thigh and flicked the vibrator to a stronger setting.
Her toes curled as the orgasm started at the soles of her feet, swept its way up her legs and through her body in an intensive wave she couldn’t stop.
“Zee!” Her voice ripped from her throat, her toes curled, heat climbed up her neck. The pain in her shoulder throbbed, but that was secondary to the cliff she was falling off.
She reached for him with her left hand, Zee grasped her fingers, squeezed them tight and the orgasm swallowed her, sending her swimming to a high crest, then even higher as sparks lit off through her every nerve, until she laid back, her eyes closed, her legs trembling, drunk with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“That’s my girl.” Zee rested his chin on her thigh, his stubble tickling her. “Fuck, don’t get hurt, Ella. Take care of my property.”
“Yes, Master,” she mumbled, through her cloud of satedness.
Zee chuckled, gliding his palms up he thighs, he stood and touched his forehead to hers and kissed her tenderly.