Chapter 19 All of This is Mine, Including You #2
I never imagined Lachlan would ask me that, but then he’s so controlling he probably wants to know all my bodily functions.
“I could tinkle.” I drank enough wine.
My choice of wording draws the response from him I love so much. A wide glistening-teeth smile that makes him look normal, relaxed, and approachable.
“Make it fast.” He shoves open a nearby door and nudges me inside.
Laughter bubbles up from me. The powder room is a tasteful blend of old and new. I barely pee then decide to use the bidet to be extra clean. I don’t love them, but they are efficient.
Lachlan takes my hand again the moment I step out and leads us a bit farther to a closed door. Inside is a large office with tall ceilings, dark wood furnishings, and deep blue accents.
“Yours?” I cut through the couch and chairs near the fireplace and walk to the desk situated by a row of windows, black with night. I bet they overlook the ocean.
“All of this is mine, including you.”
I let out a small laugh and trail my fingers across the top of his desk. “Why are we here?”
“I want your legs where your fingers are—spread for me.”
Excitement courses through my already needy body.
I stop with my back to him and note the computer monitor, laptop, gold clock, pad of paper, pen, and a medallion that looks like the family crest. “Seems a bit crowded.”
He walks up behind me and presses his body to mine, his hard erection prodding my butt and lower back. He sweeps my hair behind my shoulder, one hand resting at my hip, and his mouth lowers to my ear. “I could always bend you over and fuck you instead.”
I almost say yes.
“But first…” Both his hands go to my hips with a firm grip, securing me to him. “You’re going to tell me what made you so upset earlier.” His breath fans my neck, and he kisses me softly.
My head falls to the side. How can he be so demanding at times and then be this gentle?
Why do I like it so much?
He unbuttons the lace dress and slides it down to my elbows, leaving me in the slip.
“If we talk about it, I won’t be horny anymore,” I murmur, my eyes closing as he kisses a featherlight path to my shoulder.
“Leave that to me.” He slides the strap down my arm. “You taste like honey.”
I use a honey-almond and cashmere infused lotion. I love the smell and have never cared if anyone else did—until now.
His large hand runs up my torso over the silk and cups my breasts. “What made you run to the cliffs?” he whispers into the crook of my neck.
Shivers race across my skin. “I’ll tell you after.”
“Before, Emery, or nothing.”
Anger heats my flushed body. He doesn’t have to know my worst secret to pleasure me. “It’s nothing you’d care about.”
“Anything that has you that upset is my concern.”
“Why?” I snap, even as his thumb grazes my sensitive nipple. They don’t hurt like before, but they’re tender in a way that heightens the feeling of his touch.
He rubs my clit through the silk, drawing a moan from my lips. “We don’t have to discuss it; you just have to tell me.”
Just tell him. He moves his hand to my left breast. It’s more sensitive than the other, and when he flicks my nipple then massages it, I almost moan. Damn him for making me want this so badly. Damn me for resisting him earlier.
He sucks on my neck, one hand fondling my nipple while the other rubs my clit.
“Fine.” I can barely speak over my heavy breathing. “I found out… my mom isn’t my birth mom… that I had a twin.” I pant. “And that… my real mom is… dead.”
He pauses for a moment, caught off guard. “Good girl. Now get on the desk.” He sweeps his hand across one side of the massive wood furniture, sending the paper, medallion, pen, and even a small lamp crashing to the floor.
I gasp and flinch but am spun around and sat on the surface too quickly to react more.
Lachlan’s eyes blaze with anger and desire.
He yanks the dress and slip to my waist, freeing my large breasts, and puts his hand on my neck, guiding me to lie down.
I go slowly, aware of his firm grip. He won’t choke me. I don’t think.
Once I’m on my back, he uses both hands to shove my dress up, seeing I’m only wearing a strapless C-string adhesive thong.
“You can’t wear regular underwear with this dress,” I explain.
His nostrils flare as he peels the thong from my skin. He removes his suit jacket, shoves my skirt to my waist, and tugs me to the edge of the desk. Then he lowers to his knees and hooks my legs over his shoulders, his mouth hovering at my bare sex.
I watch as he blows on me down there.
“Is this what you want?”
I nod, in awe over seeing him like this—seeing myself like this.
“Be a good girl and watch me lick you dry.” He laps at my clit first then my entire slit.
My breath hitches, and I shiver again.
“Sweet as sunshine.” He licks me again and thrusts his tongue into me at a slow pace that is as erotic to see as it is to feel. His eyes close, and he works me faster, licking inside and outside and on my clit like I am his freaking dessert. A dessert he loves.
My head falls back, and I lose myself to the desire twisting deep inside me.
Goosebumps cover my flesh. I feel hypersensitive, aware of the desk at my back, the cold air on my skin, his hot hands gripping my thighs, and his mouth devouring me.
He opens his eyes and catches mine that are closed more than they are open.
As if compelling me to watch, he sucks on my clit and bites it.
Something shoves inside me—his fingers? He pumps them faster, harder, and sucks on my clit again.
I am gone, overloaded by what this man is doing to me, tingly and lightheaded, consumed with building pleasure. Am I even breathing?
My insides draw in like the tide then crash from me in an explosive release. I scream, clench my fists, arch my back. It lasts longer than the last time. I feel weightless. Lost.
I blink my eyes open. My body feels heavy and weak.
Lachlan’s face hovers above mine, concern in his eyes. His hand is on my cheek.
“What?” I croak.
“You passed out.”
“I did?” Explains why I feel weird. And why his face is above mine now when last I saw it buried between my legs
“Yes,” he stresses. “You did. For several minutes.”
“And you’re mad?”
“I’m concerned. Do you have a disorder I don’t know about?”
“No,” I say groggily. “I don’t have anything.”
“But you have a mom who died.”
I forgot I told him that. I try to sit up.
He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the couch, sitting while holding me across his lap.
“I don’t need you to hold me.” I try to get away, but the truth is, I’m too weak. Maybe something is wrong with me.
“I have my doctor coming to check you.”
“Doctor?” Panic rises in me. “That’s not necessary.”
“Well, he’s coming.” He holds me firmly, making it clear I’m not getting away.
“Coming here?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“Now!” I glance down. My slip is fully on, but it’s wet from what we did. I’m a mess. It will be so obvious. “Lachlan, let me up. I can’t be seen like this. I’m fine. I swear.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Lachlan!” My strength is returning. I squirm but it’s no use.
“Once the doctor examines you, I’ll let you go, but only if he says you’re healthy.”
“You didn’t call a doctor when I was drugged.” I lift my head.
“I did. He saw you before we took off, and we found the syringe so he could test what drug they used on you. We wouldn’t have taken off otherwise.”
“Who is this world-traveling doctor?”
“I have more than one.”
I sigh and drop my head on his arm. “This is crazy. I’ve been fine my whole life.”
“You’ve never been sexual. You’ve never orgasmed.”
“You don’t know that!”
He arches one brow. “You wouldn’t have known you’d react that way. Have you ever exercised vigorously?”
Now he wants to shame me for my lack of cardio? I turn my head away.
“Have you?” He squeezes me.
“No. Happy? I walk and do yoga.” I’ve done those things a handful of times. For a girl who used to ride regularly, I’ve become a sloth.
“That is my point. You may have a condition and haven’t been aware of it because you’ve never overexerted yourself.”
I glower. Being humiliated after my first time having oral sex was not at all how I imagined it. “If you don’t let me up, I’ll scream.”
“And who do you think will come for you? No one—unless I allow it. And right now, the only person allowed to come in here is my doctor.”
“You’re overreacting. At least let me sit up.”
He gives me a hard stare then lifts my upper body and tucks me against him on the couch, his arm firmly over my shoulders.
“Gee, thanks.”
“If we leave this room, people will see you. There will be more talk. I assume you don’t want that. Only Lorna knows about what happened and to bring the doctor to my office discreetly.”
“Lorna knows what we did?” My entire body sizzles.
“Not the details. Just that you passed out.”
“I’m sure she can guess.” I eye his mussed, wavy locks. “Fix your hair. You look a mess. You never look a mess.”
His brows lower, and then he runs his hands through his hair, looking sexy as ever while I sit here ghostly, I’m sure, in a wet slip, no bra, no panties. I can’t imagine what my hair looks like.
Hate him.
“Put your suit jacket on,” I bark.
His eyes widen at my bossiness. “Why?”
“It’ll look better. You couldn’t have done anything sexual with me if you’re in all your clothes.”
Amusement flickers across his face. “Only one of us needs to be naked for me to violate you.”
I close my eyes, ignoring how his words stir things in me that I want to pretend don’t exist. “If this is what happens every time we’re sexual, I’m never doing it again.”
He snorts. Snorts! Implying I can’t control myself when it comes to him. As if I can’t say no. Lachlan is about to learn an unfamiliar word.
But in the back of my mind, worry creeps in. What if something is wrong with me? What if I can’t ever have sex? What would that mean for life and this marriage? Will Lachlan end it? Do I want that? And my parents… What will they do if he returns me as defective?