22. Rowan #2
“I’m—” I cry out, my eyes rolling back.
“Not yet. Be a good girl for me. Don’t you dare come already.”
I try to focus on anything else, but all I can see is the desire in his eyes as he fucks me slowly. This is what I’ve always wanted. Seth filling me. Him taking his time with me. Him treating me like I’m something tender…
And equally, like I’m something worth fucking. Wrecking. Demolishing.
When he presses his fingers against my clit, just a little harder, I unravel without warning. My back arches beneath him, and I cry out, shaking out another orgasm. How many times have I come already? I never knew it would be like this with him.
He rubs me harder and pulls out, hissing as his cock throbs against my belly. We’re both doing this on purpose, aren’t we? Me coming without permission, and him forcing me there—we want this. I want this.
“You bad fucking girl.” He slaps my pussy. “You like that, don’t you? You like being bad for me?”
“Yes… yes…”
And I do. Having spent so long being good, responsible, and quiet, I want to be more for him. I want to be me—and I want his promised punishment; I want to press his buttons until he pushes me down with those muscular arms and takes what has always secretly been his.
All of me.
The realization clicks into place, and I squirm beneath him, reaching for his cock, hoping to slide it back where it belongs. Another minor act of defiance.
“I promised a punishment.” He grabs my wrists before I can touch him and turns me over, sticking my ass up in the air.
While I expect the sting to land immediately, it doesn’t. His fingers weave through my hair so softly, and he bends low to look at me, meeting my gaze. “Unless you want to stop?”
There’s no taunt in the words. He’s genuinely checking in, isn’t he?
I give him a tender smile, hoping to set him at ease. “No. I don’t want that. Green.”
He presses a soft kiss to my cheek, smiling against my skin. “Mmmm…” The sound he lets out is nearly a growl. “You’ll be my good girl again by the end of the night.”
And then his hand lands on my ass, and I hiss, feeling the sharp sting all the way to my swollen, throbbing clit.
I spread my legs wider, waiting for more, and he slaps me again—this time with the belt.
Harder. His other hand rubs against my clit, almost in apology, and the pain and pleasure mix in a way that makes me buzz.
“Please.” Gods, I’m a whimpering mess. I press my cheek against the pillow, and he lands another whack on my ass.
“Please, what, beautiful? Tell me what you want.”
“Please… take me again.” I push back, hoping to meet his cock, but he only gives me another slap with the belt. “I need you to come. Fill me. Please.”
“Is that what you want?” He presses closer, his cock bobbing between my knees, and I meet him. His hand rests on my back and forces me onto the bed. He drops the belt and props a pillow underneath me, forcing my ass into the air.
“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my behind in both hands. “You don’t know how close I am to coming already. Not even in you yet. Just looking at you here… your cute, pink ass…”
I let out a frustrated sound, and he chuckles.
“Be good, beautiful. I’ll give you what you’re asking for.” His cock finally teases my entrance, but instead of filling me, he strokes himself.
I never imagined Seth would be like this—slow, torturing, focused on my pleasure rather than his. Would I have been able to stay away from him for so long if I’d known?
“You took your punishment so well for me,” he says. “I want to make sure you come again. So, you need to be patient with me, all right, baby? You need to come when I say so. Can you do that?”
I nod, my eyes closing shut.
“None of that.” His fingers weave into my hair, and he pulls me up, my back pressed to his chest. “You’re going to look at me when I fill you. And we’re going to come together. I want you clenching around me, taking it all. Can you do that for me?”
It’s taunting, the way he speaks, as he pushes into me inch by inch.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” The words are whispered against my ear. “You look so pretty when you take my cock. Makes me only want you. I want to keep you all to myself.”
“Don’t—don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
He smacks my ass hard, but there’s no changing the affection behind his gaze. “I do. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes. So much.”
He can’t understand how I need him to be mine, but it doesn’t matter. My mind is wiped, completely blank, when he enters me.
I gasp, meeting the thrust. His expression contorts, pleasure obvious with each push. He really won’t last long—but he still puts me first, his finger between my thighs, grazing against my swollen clit with each thrust.
His words, coming to him so easily before, are lost to his whimpers and whines as he fucks into me. And then he pushes me against the bed again, hand in my hair, fucking into me hard.
Rough. Dirty. Losing himself. I get lost with him, my body shaking and clenching around me as he fills me. Finally, making me his.
Seth knows his way around our home too easily. He sneaks downstairs with a promise of snacks and water, his boxers slung low around his hips. Seth Bautista is bringing me snacks. He’s giving me aftercare—something I’m quite good at asking for.
My past partners have made jokes about my list of aftercare demands.
A shower. Water. A snack. Nothing too outrageous, but having the list ready seems to amuse some.
He already met the first two requirements: showering with me and washing the sex and sweat from my body. Now, I’m curled up in a fluffy blanket as I wait for him to return.
The front door opens. I freeze, sitting upright in bed, and listen to the muffled voices—Seth and Juniper.
Dammit all.
There’s a sheepish smile as Seth pushes his way back into the room. “So…”
“She knows?”
Obviously, she knows. He still isn’t wearing a shirt.
“She didn’t ask too many questions. I confirmed I was, uh… hanging out with you. Didn’t want any miscommunication. Like, her thinking it was someone else…”
“Uh-huh. We don’t need rumors of an affair spreading.”
I’m the only one of my sisters without a partner, after all.
He sits on the bed and places the plate of offerings between us: fresh fruit and vegetables, cheese, and ice-cold water. I reach for the beverage first, sucking it down and lying on my back.
“Right now,” I say, “I’m too exhausted to care about how the others will tease me.”
And happy. Far too happy, smiling despite myself, my fingers weaving into the blanket.
“Good. You deserve to relax.” He plucks a grape and lets me eat it right from his fingers, which I do happily. “Didn’t know it would take eight orgasms to get you to finally relax, but, hey.”
“Was it eight? I lost count.”
“I didn’t.”
I open my mouth, and he takes the hint, feeding me another grape.
“What are we?” I ask. “We sort of covered it earlier, but now that we’ve… gotten it out of our systems, I suppose—”
“It’s not out of my system.” He cocks his head. “I’m not sure it ever will be. We’re… it’s you for me right now. Just you. Is that all right?”
I nod. It’s all I can say. While he may not be the most eloquent of people, the words still set my tired heart racing. The hex is truly gone, isn’t it? I won’t bring it up in a moment like this, but…
It feels perfect. No one has interrupted us—aside from Juniper, I suppose. Nothing is going wrong. Maybe my love for him, and whatever he feels for me, broke it.
“That’s more than all right,” I say. “Now, which position do you like more? Dominance or submission.”
“Already starting with the post-sex interview?”
I scoff. “Boundaries are important, Seth Bautista.”
“I know, I know.” He grins. “Both. I’ve always liked both, and you using me… that was hot. I can think of more ways I want you to, but I can think of things I want to do to you, too.”
I lift a brow. “Can you?”
“Uh-huh. Sitting on my face. Edging me. Whatever you want, I’m yours.”
“I like both as well…” Which means we’re a perfect fit. I press my lips together rather than saying as much aloud. Too much, too soon. “But I did forget one thing on my aftercare list.”
Which, of course, I ensured he wrote as a physical list. I know how his memory is.
“Did you?” He sets the plate aside.
I nod firmly. “I need you to hold me.”
He chuckles softly and does just that, lying all of his body weight on top of me. “I can do that.”
I sigh happily. “Don’t you dare move.”
“I’ll be wherever you want me to be, beautiful.”