Chapter Thirty-Four
Belonging
Juliet
“ W HERE ARE WE?” I asked, looking out the window.
When we’d left Moonlight, Maximo had taken me to the huge lot he’d put an offer on. Since he’d offered well over asking—and would pay cash with no contingencies other than an expedited closing—he’d heard back within an hour.
The land was his.
After we were done touring the site, we’d gone to dinner. As delicious as it’d been, I hadn’t eaten much. My stomach had been a mess of anticipation and excitement and nerves.
I’d thought we were heading back to Moonlight, but I didn’t recognize the area.
“Nebula,” he said.
I whipped around to look at him. “Really?”
He lifted his chin, taking a turn and then following the path up to park near the main entrance.
Coming around, he opened my door and helped me out, not releasing my hand as we walked through the lobby.
Moonlight and Star were stunning, but Nebula was superior by far.
It lived up to all its expensive and ritzy hype.
Dark with splashes of bright colors, shimmery stars, and swirls of smokiness, it was like the VIP section of outer space.
There were statues, murals, and dangling pieces of reflective mirrors.
I’d have loved to see more, but a cursory glance was all I could catch as Maximo practically dragged me through. We wound our way around the oval-shaped gaming floor and took a turn down a Black Resorts hallway before reaching the elevator.
Once inside, I was up and in his arms, my back to the wall.
“Will I ever not be so damn addicted to you?” Maximo growled against my neck before biting and sucking on my sensitive skin.
“I hope not,” I breathed, making him groan.
The elevator slid open and he carried me into a breathtaking suite, that again, I barely got a glimpse of on our way to a bedroom.
“Why did you bring me here if you aren’t going to let me see anything?” I teased as he lowered me to stand.
But there was no humor in his gaze. It was just fire and lust and desire. Need. “Because there is no one below us for three floors.” His hand gripped my ass, his hardness pressed tight against my belly.
He didn’t elaborate, but I got his meaning loud and clear—emphasis on the loud .
How bad is this going to be?
Or maybe how good?
Maximo took his time undressing me, his fingers and lips and tongue touching and caressing my skin. When I stood in front of him completely bare, he ordered, “Undress me, little dove.”
I happily obeyed, though I didn’t take my time. I greedily stripped him as though he were the present I’d wished for my whole life.
“Love the way you look at me.” Taking my mouth, he shuffled us back until my legs hit the bed. He tore his mouth away and lifted me onto it, shifting us to the center before positioning me on my hands and knees.
Exposed and vulnerable and on edge, my nerves got the better of me. I started to close my legs, but his hand came down in a stinging slap and I froze.
Another nine peppered my cheeks and thighs. Warmth and pain spread through my body, wrapping around me to loosen my muscles and clear my head. My chest dropped to the mattress, and my ass tipped up.
Into his hand.
Into the pain.
“So perfect,” he praised, one last sharp spank connecting. And then his mouth was on me. His tongue speared into my pussy, devouring me. Groaning as though he were the one in heaven, he licked and sucked and flicked, driving me to the edge of orgasm before easing away.
Over. And over. And over.
Spanking my ass had been punishment.
But getting me so close and not letting me fall was torture.
His tongue lifted to swirl around my tight hole, and my body tensed.
“Relax,” he murmured against me.
“Easy for you to say.”
“Juliet.”
“But—”
“Hush.”
Hearing that made my pussy squeeze around nothing, empty and deprived.
He resumed licking, his skillful tongue quickly driving me past the point of embarrassment. His thick finger pressed against my ass, but he only teased me before replacing it with his tongue.
“Please,” I begged, my muscles so tense, my body ached.
Rather than giving me the release I needed, Maximo took his touch away. “Don’t move.”
“What?” As the bed shifted, I reflexively lurched upright to yank him back to finish what he started.
His wild eyes shot to me. “I said don’t move. Don’t make me repeat myself again, Juliet.”
Dropping my face to the mattress, I couldn’t see what he was doing. There was some rustling before he returned.
His teeth sank into my sore ass cheek, making me cry out. “When I tell you something, I expect you to listen.”
The comeback I had on the tip of my tongue disappeared when the tip of his tongue speared into me. He worked my clit, pussy, and ass until tears of desperation burned my eyes.
I was vaguely aware of something clicking behind me before cold, slick lube coated my hole. That time when he pressed his finger against me, he continued, sliding it in.
My breath caught in my lungs from the pain. The fullness. The stretching.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his other hand rubbing my clit as he pumped his finger in and out.
Easy for you to say , I wanted to repeat, but I couldn’t form words. Especially not when he added a second finger.
If only two fingers made me feel like I was splitting apart, I didn’t know how I’d possibly take his cock.
But the longer he worked me, the more I wanted to find out.
“I need you,” I whimpered.
“We’re just playing tonight,” Maximo said, his voice strained and husky with arousal.
I may have been terrified of the pain and uncertain of the logistics, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to do it. Or at least try. “Why?”
“I need to get you ready.”
“I am ready.” I rocked my hips back. “I need you.”
“I’m still going to fuck this greedy pussy.”
“I want to try.”
Maximo hesitated for a long moment. “You sure?”
No.
“Yes.”
Biting out a harsh curse, he removed his fingers and put more lube on me. I looked over my shoulder to watch as he coated the long length of his hard-on with it.
Length I was going to take.
What was I thinking asking for this?
But then I stared as he stroked himself and remembered.
I wanted him in every way I could get him. I wanted to continue trying new experiences because I trusted him.
Because I loved him.
He shifted to kneel behind me, the thick head of him pressed against my tight hole. “Tell me when to stop, Juliet. Don’t try to take it if it hurts too much. Understood?”
“Understood, Daddy.”
He eased in, and I felt like I was being shredded from the inside out. My muscles burned and stung with the intrusion, but there was an undercurrent of pleasure.
A very under -undercurrent.
“Relax, little dove,” he gritted out, not sounding all that relaxed himself.
I did my best to inhale deeply, filling my lungs with much needed air as I forced my body to loosen.
Maximo inched in farther. “Christ. So fucking tight.”
He fucked me with the tip, shallow and slow. Every few thrusts, he pushed deeper. It skirted along that thin line between pleasure and pain until I couldn’t tell which was which.
Shoving my face in a pillow, I muffled my throaty moan. The pillow was snatched from under me.
“No one is on the floors below us,” he reminded me. “I want to hear you scream.”
When he thrust in harder, I gave him what he wanted because there was no way in hell I could hold back. My moan mixed with a harsh cry, forming a sound I didn’t even know I could make.
And Maximo loved it. Groaning, his arm circled me to play with my clit, adding to the confusing rush of overwhelming sensations.
It hurt.
It was amazing.
I was so full.
I wanted more.
I was ready to explode.
I was sure it would kill me.
As his movements grew erratic and uncontrolled, I decided death by orgasm was worth it. I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.
Maximo must’ve felt the same urgency because his speed and the pressure he used on my clit increased. His voice was low and strained. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
“You’re not even all the way in,” I panted, my words clipped.
“Doesn’t matter.” That didn’t stop him from pushing in deeper. “Every inch of you is mine now. Your sweet pussy, your fuckable mouth, and this tight ass.”
His claiming words did it. A guttural scream ripped from me as the most intense, blinding pleasure-pain tore through my whole body. Destroying me. Eviscerating me.
One orgasm immediately rolled into another as his low groans mixed with my moans. His come filled me as he rumbled, “All of you. Mine.”
We stayed locked like that for a long moment, slowly coming back to earth as we caught our breath.
I hissed out a moan and winced as he slipped out.
He didn’t give me his weight like he usually did, which was good because I wasn’t sure I could take it.
As he climbed from the bed, I collapsed into a graceless heap.
I felt high—or what I guessed being high was like. My head was floaty and empty. My body was hyperaware of everything and yet nothing. I couldn’t think or move or function. I was just… there. Happy and peaceful and detached and high.
I didn’t even jolt when I was suddenly up in Maximo’s arms, not having the energy or desire to ask where he was carrying me.
A moment later, we sank into a hot bath before he settled me on his lap with his arms locked around me.
Resting my cheek on his chest, I savored the bubble of serenity I was floating in.
The heat and water soaked into my tense muscles, soothing the raw skin and deep ache I’d gotten from his palm and his dick. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I sat up and became aware of multiple things at once.
First, I was starving. My stomach was growling loudly for carbs and comfort food.
Next, I was completely at ease—mind, body, and soul. It was an all-encompassing tranquility I’d never experienced.
Last—and possibly most surprising—Maximo was hard. Long and thick, his cock stretched between us.
“How are you hard again?” I asked.
“Still,” he corrected.
“ Still ?”
“Never fully went down.”
“ How ?”
I’d have jokingly asked if he was popping little blue pills like Tic Tacs, but knowing Maximo, he’d have taken that as a challenge.
“Had my cock jammed in your tight ass,” he said. “Made you come so beautifully. And now I’ve got you naked in my arms, happy and calm. Trusting.” His dick jerked against me. “You’ve given me all of you.”
I hadn’t understood why my trust was so important to him. If I was already obeying, what difference did it make if I trusted him?
A lot, as it turned out.
I felt it every day, down to my bones. The happiness. The lack of stress and anxiety. The stability. I no longer felt temporary.
I belonged. With him. In our life together.
Other than his love, that feeling of belonging was the best gift he’d given me. It was beyond anything I’d ever imagined was possible.
“Thank you for wanting all of me,” I whispered.
His arms constricted around me. “‘Til the day I die.”
Not temporary.
Permanent.
‘Til the day I die.