Chapter 10 #3
I want it.
“Please.” I’m chasing the pleasure. “Please. Bren.”
“Ask for it.”
I’m so far gone, I don’t even try to stop the words. “Breed me. All your cum. Get me pregnant!”
My vision blurs, and I ride him harder. His palm stays on my belly, the other wrapped around my hip.
“Come for me,” he groans. “Come on my cock like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure as I pound against him. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
I imagine him filling me up and me actually getting pregnant, and I explode. Fuuuuck.
A massive spike of pleasure hits me. Lights flash along the corners of my vision and my brain switches off. My body convulses with waves of delight, and all I am is a body, waiting for his cum.
“Time to breed my good girl. Here it is.”
His hips snap up, and his cock spasms as he spills thick ropes of cum deep inside me. He grasps both my hips firmly, forcing me to grind on his cock as he continues to unload.
“Take it. Take all of my cum. Take it deep—fuck—”
I ride him until I can tell he’s done. When we both stop shivering, I collapse forward against his chest. His arms close around me, and he tucks his chin on top of my head. His heartbeat is heavy against my cheek.
“Mine,” he says against my hair. “You’re mine.”
The room smells like sex, and I melt against him, enjoying being in his arms again. His hand traces patterns on my spine as we lie there in the quiet. When he finally speaks, his voice rumbles through his chest.
“I was going to ask you something before everything happened on Wednesday.”
I lift my head. His hair dried in crazy spikes, a mess. I have to fight really hard not to giggle. “What were you going to ask?”
“I wanted to ask you to be my sub. Formally.”
Wanted. My pulse trips on the word. “You don’t want that now?”
“I still do.” His hand stills on my spine. “But I want more than that. I want all of you.”
Warmth floods my chest, and I grin. “Well, Sir, today is your lucky day. I just so happen to be available as your girlfriend and your submissive.“ I prop my chin on his chest and give him my best eyelash flutter. “Rumor has it, I’m good at multitasking.”
He’s laughing as he pulls me up his body, kissing me hard. When he breaks it off, his expression sobers, but the warmth stays.
“Wait here.”
He eases me off him and slides out of bed, walking naked through the bedroom doorway. Even after two orgasms, I appreciate the view.
He comes back carrying a square black box and sits on the edge of the bed. What’s this? I clamber up and crawl over to him.
My pulse spikes as he opens the box. Inside is a collar. Black leather with a silver heart where a D-ring usually sits.
My breath stops.
“I bought this last week.” He says it quietly. “I was planning to ask.”
My eyes are on the collar. He really is choosing me.
“Bren.”
“You don’t have to say yes right now if you need time. But I wanted you to know.”
I’m off the bed and on my knees in front of him before he finishes.
The first time I sank down between his legs in his office chair, I was the temp who was leaving in three months and pretending I knew what I was doing. Today I’m the woman who’s staying.
His hand shakes as he lifts the collar from the box. He’s shaking the same way I was when he opened the door, and I don’t look away.
He leans forward, and the leather is cool against my neck as he wraps it around my throat.
The clasp closes, and his fingers linger, adjusting the fit. His thumb skims the silver heart.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
I’m on my knees on his bedroom rug with a collar around my neck and tears running down my cheeks. I am, apparently, an ugly crier. I do not care.
He slides off the bed and kneels in front of me on the rug. He cups my face with both hands, thumbs wiping the tears off my cheeks.
“I love you,” he says.
My chest goes tight. He hasn’t said those words to anyone since his wife, and he’s saying them to me.
My hands cover his, and I press them harder against my face. The collar is real against my throat. All of it is mine.
I open my mouth, and what comes out is messy.
“I love you.” My voice breaks in the middle, and I laugh through it, a hiccupping laugh that sounds ridiculous and is exactly me.
“I love you, and I’m terrified. I want to unpack my boxes, and that’s the most commitment I’ve ever made to anything, and I need you to understand what a massive deal that is for me. ”
He laughs. His hands are still on my face, and his cheeks are also wet. We’re both kneeling on his bedroom floor, laughing and crying at the same time. A messy, matched set.
“I understand,” he says.
“Good.” I sniff and drag my knuckles across my nose in a gesture that is very not sexy. “Because those boxes are heavy and I’m going to need help carrying them. Hope you knew offering to be my boyfriend also makes you my pack mule.”
He wraps his arms around me. “You came back to me, Lily. The boxes are easy.”
I smile into the crook of his neck, and when I kiss his throat, his arms tighten.
I’m not the temporary person. Turns out I never was.