Chapter 14
Emilia
I wake to the feel of wet lips on my nipple. It only takes me a second to realize it’s real. I slept in Haden’s bed. He’s suckling my breast. Already, I’m horny.
When I moan, he lifts his face, grinning. “There you are. I thought you’d sleep all day.”
“What time is it?”
“Six.”
I groan. “Six? Haden, it’s so early. You can hardly say I’ve slept all day.”
He chuckles. “I’m going to go for a run with Brody. I didn’t want to leave the RV without telling you.”
After pushing to sitting, I look around. “I’ll go back to my room.”
He shakes his head and presses against my chest to flatten me to the mattress. “Nope. You’ll stay right here while I’m gone. When I get back, we’ll go to your room together. I’m looking forward to showering in an enclosure that’s more than two feet wide.”
Instead of arguing with him, I curl onto my side and snuggle deeper under the covers.
He tucks the blankets around me and moves around the room, getting dressed, I assume. When he’s done, he sets a hand on my shoulder and leans over to kiss my temple. “Do you need to pee before I go?”
Tipping my head, I glare at him. “No.”
He smirks. “Don’t get up while I’m gone. Go back to sleep. And keep your fingers away from your naughty pussy, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out. It’s easier to agree to his demands than argue sometimes, especially at this hour of the morning.
After another kiss to my forehead, he leaves the RV. I clench my thighs together. It annoys me that ordering me not to pee while he’s gone makes me horny. I have to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart.
I’m aware of voices as Brody joins him outside the door, and then it’s quiet again. I want to go back to sleep. It’s so early. But I can’t. My mind is racing.
Running through last night’s events makes my cheeks heat. Bossy does not describe Haden. Dominant doesn’t either. He’s off the chart with talk of monitoring my periods and watching me pee. I wouldn’t be surprised if he checked the color of my urine to make sure I’m drinking enough liquid.
My thoughts shift to visions of him masturbating over me and his come jutting out to land on my pussy. It was so erotic. Even more titillating was him making me suck his come off his finger.
Okay, he didn’t make me do it. He offered, and I greedily accepted.
I needed to taste his semen more than I needed to breathe.
It was salty and musky. I shouldn’t have liked it.
Why would someone want to swallow something so salty?
But I found myself craving more. I would have eaten every drop if he’d continued to feed it to me.
The fact that it was laced with my own arousal made it even hotter.
I gasp when I remember the pictures. Why the hell did I let him take pictures of me? Not just naked but covered in his come, legs spread open, arms raised, hair wild. I must have looked like a sex-crazed nympho.
His phone is sitting on the counter a few feet from the bed. Curious, I want to see the pictures. I’d like to delete them, but he’d spank my ass if I did.
After scrambling out from under the covers, I look around and spot one of his T-shirts draped over a chair on the other side of the RV. I hurry over and tug it on. It reaches my knees. Good. I feel less exposed.
I snag his phone next, but it’s password-protected. I can’t get to the photos. That’s a good thing since it means no one else can inadvertently see them either.
With a sigh, I head to the tiny bathroom and brush my teeth. He didn’t say I couldn’t brush my teeth. He just said I couldn’t pee. Bossy man that he is.
I pace around the RV, picking up various items, hoping to learn something about Haden.
I don’t glean a thing, though. For one thing, I’m pretty sure he came here without much more than a few suitcases.
For another thing, it’s probable that everything else I see in the RV was left here by Tiago.
Dishes, mugs, pots, and pans. They aren’t very revealing items anyway.
When the door suddenly opens behind me, I spin around and nearly drop the mug I’m holding.
Haden steps into the RV, wearing a smirk and looking unbelievably sexy. His T-shirt is soaked with sweat. His face is hot. His muscles are bulging. Post-workout Haden is a god.
“You scared me.” I set the mug on the counter.
“What are you doing, naughty girl?” He inches toward me, grinning.
“Waiting for you to return,” I say, backing up.
“Did I say you could get out of bed?”
My breath hitches. “No.”
“Did I say you could put a shirt on?”
“No, Sir,” I murmur, falling under his dominant spell. My pussy clenches at his tone. I want to know what he’ll do next.
He pins me to the counter, setting his palms on either side without touching me. “What were you planning to do with the mug, jitterbug?”
“I was just looking at it.”
He lifts a brow. “You weren’t thinking about putting coffee in it?”
Shaking my head, I straighten my spine. “No, Sir. I was wondering if it was yours or Tiago’s. I didn’t even look for coffee. Plus, you probably don’t have cream and sugar. I don’t drink it black.”
“Are you allowed to have caffeine, Emilia?”
“No, Sir.” Damn, my traitorous pussy. I’m dripping. It’s insane how horny he is making me by scolding me.
I decide to fess up to my other transgression. “I tried to open your phone so I could see the pictures you took, but it’s password-protected.”
He smirks. “Were you going to delete them?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll move them to my computer this morning and store them in the cloud. Then I’ll take them off my phone. How’s that?”
It’s better than him carrying them around.
“Me taking pictures is no different from what Tiago does,” he points out. “You’re not the only one who told me about his paintings. I’ve heard there are dozens up there. Nudes of his wife. Very risqué nudes.”
I chew on my bottom lip. I guess he’s right. I know Tiago paints futuristic images of Reagan, nine months pregnant with huge breasts dripping milk. That’s worse than photos of me thoroughly debauched, isn’t it? I don’t even know.
“Did you use the potty, naughty girl?”
“No. I brushed my teeth, though.”
He lowers his lips to mine, kissing me gently. “Mmm.” Then his hands come to the hem of the T-shirt I stole and ease it up over my head. “Go pee,” he orders.
“Haden…” It’s daylight now. I would think I would have more scruples. But I don’t. When he lifts that damn brow—his silent way of getting me to obey—I sigh dramatically and saunter toward the toilet.
Who cares if he watches me pee? It’s a natural bodily function. There’s no reason for me to be embarrassed.
He follows me, stands in the doorway, and crosses his arms.
I don’t dare disobey him. Sitting tall and tipping my head back to look up at him, I spread my legs and relax my bladder.
It’s so fucking sexy, I think I might faint.
There’s something wrong with me. I shouldn’t be turned on by his overbearing dominance.
Watching me pee crosses the line. Except for some reason, it’s just hot.
There’s no way I’m going to tell the other women this. I’d be mortified if they found out.
Maybe my brothers and cousins are this dominant, too, but I don’t think I want to know that.
Haden pulls off some toilet paper and squats in front of me. “Good girl.” He sets a hand on my thigh and reaches between my legs to wipe me. My face heats further when he pulls back the paper to look at it before dropping it in the toilet. “You haven’t started your period yet.”
No, duh.
I see that. I lick my lips. “I will soon. Probably in a few hours.”
He lifts his hand from my thigh to my cheek and strokes me with so much tenderness. “You have symptoms?” he asks gently as if we’re discussing something mundane like the weather.
I nod.
“What are they?”
I’m not going to bother denying him this information. It’s futile, and besides, I find myself oddly endeared to his nosiness. I never expected to meet a man who would want to be so intimately involved in my menstruation, but apparently, they exist. I found one. He’s not going to back off.
“My breasts are more sore than yesterday. My stomach is cramping already. And I kind of feel like crying.” I didn’t realize that last part was true until it slipped out.
I’m pretty sure I want to cry because of the intense way Haden is in my space, dominating me.
It’s so sweet and wrong at the same time that my emotions are welling up.
He leans in and kisses me gently, ignoring the fact that I’m still sitting on the toilet, my legs spread, naked. His hand moves from my face to my breast, and he cups it softly before giving it a slight squeeze.
I arch into his touch. It’s sore, but not so much that I want to bat his hand away.
Holding my gaze, he pinches my nipple next.
I whimper at the sharp pain that shoots to my pussy. Even though I’m going to start my period sometime this morning, I would gladly let him fuck me first. He’s not going to, but the wishful thinking is nice.
Taking my hand, he helps me stand and leads me to the sink, where he proceeds to wash both of our hands together. It’s so intimate that my knees grow weak.
After drying our combined hands, he turns me toward the bed. “Lean over the end, baby.”
I drag my feet as I move in that direction. “Why?”
“You were supposed to stay in bed while I was gone, naughty girl. I’m going to spank you. You’re going to cry, and then you’ll feel better. You need the release anyway.”
My stomach does a flip. It’s hard to tell if the weird feeling is a precursor to my period or a reaction to Haden’s dominance. Probably both.
When I bend over, he grabs my hips and pulls me back. “You’re too close. I want your hands and forehead on the mattress, your breasts hanging free, and your feet planted wider.”
A violent shudder wracks my body as I get into his required position. Anticipation has me panting. The first time he spanked me, I liked it. This time, I’m not going to be as shocked. I’m ready. I crave the burn he’s going to inflict on me and the fact that I really do need to cry.
With one hand on the small of my back, Haden uses the other to spank my left cheek.
My breath hitches, and I rise onto my tiptoes at the painful reminder. Fuck, that hurt. At the same time, stress leaks out of me. It’s the strangest sensation.
He does it again on the right side. And then harder. Back and forth.
I find myself sinking into the mattress, absorbing every slap as they vibrate in the small space. There’s an odd sound that joins the swats. It’s coming from me. I’m moaning or perhaps purring as he continues spanking me like a naughty schoolgirl.
I think I like it. This reaction is unexpected, but fuck me.
When the tears start falling, I don’t try to stop them. I sob loudly, gasping for air as snot runs from my nose.
Haden stops spanking me, lifts me into his arms, sits on the edge of the bed, and cradles me. He strokes my messy hair and whispers words I can’t hear. Sweet words of comfort. He snags the shirt he took off me and brings it to my face to wipe away the tears and snot.
When I’m finally spent, he kisses my forehead. “Feel better, jitterbug?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur.
“Such a good girl. Let’s go up to your room so we can shower, yeah?”
I nod against him, snuggling into his chest. I don’t care that he’s sweaty. We’re going to shower in a few minutes anyway. Besides, I like the smell of him post-workout. Manly. Musky. Salty. Like his come.
When I’m finally willing to move, I sit up taller and take a deep breath. Maybe I should be embarrassed for crying in front of him, but I’m not. He expected it. Made it happen. He did it to help me relax, and it worked.
Haden stands me on my feet, makes sure I’m steady, and then grabs a sweatshirt to pull over my head. “That will keep you fully covered when we sneak up the back stairs,” he teases.
I groan. I hate that people will see us coming into the house from his RV after obviously spending the night together. It doesn’t matter that they all know, including Gretchen and Isabel. I’m still mortified. This isn’t something I’ve ever done before. I don’t sneak around with men.
Haden gathers my clothes from last night and a pile of clean ones for himself, tucks them all in a backpack, and opens the door. “Ready?”
No. But we’re doing this.