Chapter 32
Her laughter echoes in the silent starlit valley. Seeing Mia so carefree is like watching the sun rise for the first time. She deserves to be happy, always.
I’ve been letting her win but we’re closing in on the truck. The stables aren’t too far from the event space, but far enough we’re both out of breath.
I increase my pace a fraction and am on her in no time. I swoop her into my arms as gently as I can at a run, and she gleefully wraps her arms around my neck as I come to a stop beside the truck.
“You’re…a…naughty girl,” I pant, lowering Mia to her feet and backing her up against the door.
“Are you going to punish me?” she taunts back. Sex Kitten Mia is new, and I pounce at my opportunity to play.
“Is that what you want, sweet girl? You want me to punish you for running away from me?” Her scent is intoxicating as I drag my nose down the column of her neck.
“Yes, sir.” Fuuuuuck.
“Get in the fucking truck.” I nip her neck, earning a sharp gasp.
I fumble behind her tight ass to open the truck door and lift her into her seat like a ragdoll, fastening her seatbelt and slamming the door.
Jogging around the cab my mind races. Did I scare her? Was that too aggressive?
I get my answer as soon as I’m in the truck with her—chest heaving, deep blue eyes bleed black from lust, the small space filled with the scent of her arousal.
“Are you going to take me home or are you going to stare at me all night?” she teases.
“Oh, you’re getting punished, honey. Just not the way you think.”
The drive home is painful, because I don’t reach out to touch her, not once. It may be punishing me more than it’s punishing her.
It’s moments like this I despise having such a narrow, steep, outdoor stairway to the apartment. Because I can’t carry her. Or chase her. Or pinch her tight little ass so she doesn’t fall.
The second we’re through the door, all bets are off. She’s pulling her dress over her head before I get the deadbolt locked.
Standing before me in a nude bra and panty set and brown cowboy booties, I swear this is a dream come true because she doesn’t wait for me to get my shit together. She takes the few steps towards me and feverishly tears at my clothes.
My pearl-snap is wrenched down my arms, and her delicate fingers work at my belt buckle. Who am I to stop her when she’s so determined?
Piece by piece, she strips me, until my boots get in the way because she can’t get my jeans off over them. I take mercy on her and finish undressing myself. While I’m crouched down removing my boots, I remove hers as well.
Her silken skin is too pure for hands as dirty as mine, but I run them up and down her calves anyway. Left in only our underwear, it’s time to start her punishment.
“I want you naked, laying spreadeagled on our bed by the time I lock up the house,” I order, positive she’ll obey. Not because she fears me, but because she wants to please me.
Entering our bedroom, the bedside lamps are the only light, and that suits me just fine. I prefer to see every inch of her clearly but tonight isn’t about sight. It’s about sensation.
I slip my underwear off and her mouth drops open—one of the best compliments a man can receive.
“Why am I on my back, sir? I thought you were going to punish me.,” she teases.
And fucking hell, do I want to redden that ass before I claim it, but not tonight.
“Oh, I’m gonna punish you, honey.” I climb onto the bed and take my place kneeling between her widespread legs, my eyes feasting on her perfect pussy.
“Have you heard of edging, Mia?” I ask, running my hands up and down her inner thighs, spreading her wider for me.
“No, sir.”
“Do you want to be my good girl?”
“Yes, sir.” She nods frantically, her golden hair spilling across the pillows.
“Tonight I’m going to prove something to you, my love.”
I lean forward, one hand planted by her head to support my weight, the other tightly gripping her soft cheeks.
“I’m going to prove I’ll never hurt you.”
“I know you won—” she tries to say through her smooshed lips.
“No, you don’t know. You want to trust I’d never hurt you. But tonight I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to prove I’ll never hurt you and I’m going to do it by taking complete control of your pleasure.” My cock jumps at that, because I want nothing more.
“Do you understand, Mia?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers.
“Good.” I swipe two fingers up through her wet slit and down again, poising my fingertips to penetrate her.
A gentleman might warm her up with a shallow finger, hell, even one finger inside. Not tonight. Tonight she’s going to accept that the only times she’ll experience pain in my presence is if it’s to heighten the pleasure that immediately follows.
Carefully, but without pause, I thrust my two soaked digits into her pussy. Mia’s gasp is music to my ears. Her hips buck on instinct, trying to get away but I hold her down with my other hand pressing above her pubic bone and slowly finger fuck her.
“You feel that honey? That bite of pain as you stretched around me without warning?” She nods. “It’s going to make this so, so good for you.”
I work her higher, hooking my fingers to massage that magic spot in her pussy that turns her into a whimpering mess.
“Babe, Greyson, p-p-please.” Her hands are tangled in her hair, hips meeting my hand with every movement, chasing her release.
I’ve not touched her clit. Intentionally. If I want her to detonate, all I’d need to do is blow on it. But instead, I withdraw my fingers without warning and suck her juices from them lasciviously.
“Such a good girl for me. Letting me worship the inside of my hot little pussy. Because I own this pussy don’t I, honey?”
“Y-yes, s-sir,” she stutters, coming down from her denied release. Confusion paints her face; she has no clue how far this is going tonight.
“How about this throbbing clit? Hmm? I bet you’d give me anything I want if I promised to suck it into my mouth just once.”
“Anything. It’s all yours anyway,” she pleads, hips writhing, still spread wide for me.
“Good fucking girl. All of you is mine. Your pain, your worry, and your pleasure.”
I punctuate my vow by bending down and doing exactly what I promised. I suck her pink clit into my mouth and suck on it like my favorite candy. My lips pop off all too soon, if her whimpered protests are anything to go by.
She has no idea how much I control her pleasure. Not in a cruel, sadistic way. Never. Only in the way I want her falling apart in ecstasy by my ministrations, any time I know she needs it—and anytime she asks for it.
I flop across her spread leg onto my back and lay next to her on the bed.
She sits up with a start, panic flashing in her eyes.
“Woah, woah, Mia. What’s going on?”
“You want me to suck your dick,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Honey, I’ll never turn down being in your hot mouth, but no. I don’t want you to suck my dick right now.”
The panic doesn’t clear her expression, and I know. Fucking Carter.
“Did he…” I start to ask.
“If he was feeling generous, or if I wasn’t in trouble, sometimes he’d get me ready a little bit before sex. But usually, he laid back, hands behind his head, and wordlessly expected me to put him in my mouth.”
The shame coating her makes me furious. That fucker’s going to get what’s coming to him, I swear to god.
“Mia,” I snap affirmatively.
Her attention flips, me taking control providing the safety she so desperately needs.
“Yes, sir?”
Power dynamics are built on trust and respect. She’s giving me the power because she knows I’ll never abuse it. He took all her power and beat her down until she was nearly nothing.
“Sit on my fucking face,” I order.
We’ve done this before, but she was never fully comfortable, always reserved and shy. Not tonight. Tonight she sits on my face like a throne, like the queen she is.
She tentatively straddles my head, and I grip her thighs, forcing her weight onto my face. Without wasting a second, I suck her clit back into my mouth and flick my tongue against the swollen bud. Her moans have pre-cum leaking from my slit and cooling on my skin.
Goddamn, I want her hands on me—but this isn’t about me. Holding her to my face to prevent any hovering or escape, I stiffen my tongue and penetrate her dripping wet hole. I hope my face smells like her cunt the rest of my days.
“Greyson, oh my god. Please, please let me come. I’m so close,” she whines, gyrating her hips, frantically seeking release.
I lift her enough to maneuver us to our original position, with her lying wanton for me to fuck her into oblivion.
“I don’t understand,” she says, hurt lacing her words.
“What did I tell you about edging?”
“That you were going to prove you’ll never hurt me and control my pleasure.”
“Exactly. Good, Mia.” My praise scatters goosebumps across her bare skin.
From my kneeling position, I fist my cock, giving it a few sympathy strokes, and roll my balls in my other hand to ease the miserable ache this edging is causing me as well.
I slap my cock against her puffy, pink pussy and push the tip in. All the way out. In again. The repeated stretch of penetration overwhelming her with need. And fuck me if it doesn’t feel incredible for me too. Her tight wet hole swallowing the head of my cock is delicious.
“Okay, okay. You’ve proven your point. You control my pleasure. I know you’ll never hurt me. Now will you please make love to me? I’m desperate, Greyson,” she pleads.
“Oh honey, I’m not here to make love to you. I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name and rewire your brain with the promise I’ll never hurt you,” I grit out, the head of my cock dying to penetrate her again.
I balance my weight for the best leverage and slam into her cunt.
I fuck her hard, and fast. Every time she gets close to coming, I change my angle, taking away her high.
When she grabs at me to take back some control, I pull out entirely and wait for her to drop her hands before sliding home again.
I’m about done punishing her, because I can’t hold my own release back much longer. I bring her right to the edge again. All it’d take is some attention to her clit and she’d come.
Mia’s incoherently begging, tears running down her temples, desperate to come. It’s a huge risk, but if I can get her through this and her feel safe on the other side…
My work-worn, calloused hand collars her delicate neck. I only apply as much pressure needed for her to feel my control, keeping pace with my thrusts the best I can.
Her eyes fly open and roll back in her head.
“That’s my good girl. You’re perfect, Mia. You deserve the world. I’ll never hurt you. Ever.”
She nods resolutely and brings her hands up to the necklace I’ve given her and tightens my grip around her throat.
“Fuck! Mia. Rub your clit, right fucking now.”
My thrusts become sloppy, begging for release. Her small hand slides between us and rolls her clit between her fingers. That sensation is all it takes. Her cunt traps me like a vice grip.
“Come for me, Mia. You can come now.”
She shatters. It has to be the most intense orgasm she’s ever had, because it’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt while inside a woman. Her walls squeeze me, rippling erratically, and in a moment I’ll never forget, she gushes around my cock.
My woman squirts, coming and coming. Screaming, writhing, saying my name again and again.
Cum shoots out of my cock, pulse after pulse. It doesn’t stop. I’ve filled her cunt and when I thrust, my release slides out with the last drops of her squirting like a geyser.
I fall to my elbows, careful not to crush her with my weight, and we pant against each other’s sweat-drenched necks. Completely spent from fucking and coming harder than either of us ever have. I stay inside her until my dick softens and slips from her abused pussy.
She moves to get up and I stop her immediately.
“Relax, honey. I’ll take care of everything.”
Cuddled up between clean sheets, I never thought I’d ever be this happy. Domestic and peaceful and shit.
Mia props herself up, gazing at me from my chest while I tickle her back. We’ve barely spoken since we finished, but it hasn’t been uncomfortable. Every moment with Mia provides comfort I didn’t know I so desperately needed.
Light from the bedside lamp casts shadows across her features, her golden hair piled into a messy bun. But it’s the look on her face that does me in. Pure, unconditional, endless love.
"I'm so fucking in love with you Mia. Marry me." It just comes out.
We're still naked for god’s sake but I don’t care. This perfect woman I get all to my own giggles with glee and says, “Yes!”
Simple as that. No hesitation. No asking if there’s a ring. No theatrics. Just, yes.
I shift her from my chest and take the few steps to my closet. My thumbprint opens a biometric safe, where one of the most important items of my life has been waiting for this moment.
Unluckily, or luckily, I don’t know, I never saw the ring Carter got her. But from what Mia’s told me, it was ostentatious and gawdy and she hated it.
Working with the jeweler in Denver that Reid and Connor worked with, I found something that suits her perfectly.
Crawling back into bed, I re-situate Mia on my chest exactly as she was.
“Mia, I’m far from a perfect man. My hands are dirty even though my conscience is clear. I’m sorry for proposing right after sex, in the least romantic way possible, but I couldn’t wait another seco—” She stops my apology with a finger pressed to my lips.
“This is perfect. You’re all I want. I would’ve said yes anywhere, anytime. I want to marry you, Greyson Clark.”
There’s nothing I want more than to lay Amelia Carter to rest when I marry her, making her Mia Clark and adopt Everly as a Clark.
I take her left hand and open the velvet box the best I can one-handed.
Slipping the ring on her finger is surreal. How is it possible I’m getting everything I’ve ever wanted? After everything I’ve done, the universe is rewarding me with Mia.
In its permanent place, Mia’s engagement ring twinkles in the lamp light. A rose gold band holds a peach sapphire, with white sapphires on each side—representing our past, present, and future. As we laugh and kiss and chat late into the night, one thought dominates my mind.
She’s mine.