He was her safety and he would never let her down again. He kept it up, but more to keep their connection going now. He smacked her pretty ass, held his hand against her and told her over and over again how much he’d missed her. How much he loved her. How nothing had been real without her.
Gradually her body stilled and she seemed to relax against him. “Thank you. It’s been so long. I haven’t…”
He breathed in the sweet smell of her arousal. The spanking had done more than allow her to cry. It had brought out all of Mia’s deep emotions. Her love and her lust. He craved them both. He tugged the panties all the way down and gently parted her legs so he could brush her core, feel the arousal there. “Haven’t what, princess? Haven’t cried? Haven’t come?”
Her body tensed slightly and then her hips tilted up, giving him access. “Haven’t cried. I didn’t even cry when I left. I couldn’t. If I’d started I wouldn’t have been able to stop.”
Such a beautiful ass. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. Her cheeks were a deep pink. He shifted her so he could see her pussy peeking from between her legs. Her pussy was a deep coral, glistening with arousal. He knew just what he wanted to do with all that cream. “I think the rest of this conversation is best done on the bed.”
She shuddered and sighed. “I agree. I want to hold you, Case.”
He was sure she did. The trouble was, he’d caught the part of his question she hadn’t answered. “Eventually. For now I’m going to play because I haven’t played with anyone in six months, but I don’t think you can say the same. Can you?”
She hadn’t replied about not coming.
He easily lifted her and tossed her on his bed. Where she fucking belonged. Her eyes had gone wide, as though she’d just realized the precarious nature of her situation.
“I didn’t sleep with anyone.”
He hadn’t thought she had. “I know that. How about masturbation?”
Now those pretty eyes rolled. “Of course. I went out the day after we broke up and bought a big old Hitachi wand and named it Ike. That sucker is so powerful it requires a plug. But I thought about you every time I used it.”
That’s what he suspected. Mia liked her toys. Unfortunately, he’d banned her from using them. “I think you require a plug.”
Her face went as pink as her backside. “Case, you can’t punish me for masturbating. It’s not like you didn’t…please tell me you did.”
“Not even once, even though I was desperate to. I told you. I belong to you so that rule applied to me, too.” It hadn’t hurt that he’d been so tired most days from training her brothers and then sitting up with a newborn that he couldn’t have worked up the will to yank his own dick, but he wasn’t going to point it out to her. She’d been wandering the globe in first class with a giant vibrating wand and he’d been mourning her, taking her brothers’ shit and getting covered in baby spit up. And when he could have pleasured himself all he could think about was Mia and the fact that sex was now meaningless without her. She hadn’t felt the same way. He could totally forgive her, but he was going to have fun tonight. “Flip over and put that pretty ass in the air because you’re getting plugged tonight.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t touch yourself.” Her breasts were up-thrust, nipples peaked. “How is that possible? Every time I thought about you, I couldn’t help myself.”
He leaned over, brushing his fingertips against her nipples. “And every time I thought of you I remembered what I owe you. My everything. Every touch, emotion, pleasure belongs to you. My heart, my soul, my cock. Everything I am is yours so it was fairly simple to not give myself any pleasure that didn’t come from you.”
Mia took a deep breath and then swung her legs, turning herself over and drawing her knees up. She placed herself in a deeply submissive position, her ass in the air, arms tied behind her back. Mia’s cheek was against the quilt, her eyes soft. “All right.”
He couldn’t even explain what that trust did for him. “Just like that?”
“Just like that. When you talk to me like that, you’re pretty much going to get anything you want.” She wriggled her ass. “Do your worst, Sir.”
His worst was going to bring her so much pleasure. And so much for him. He dragged his shirt over his head, unable to stay clothed around her. They didn’t need clothes. He needed to be naked, his flesh against hers, his hands touching and manipulating her until neither one could stand it any longer and they had to fuck.