He pressed the plug in, seating it. He stepped away and grabbed the condom he’d placed on the bench before he’d escorted her to the shower. He watched her as he rolled the condom on. He adored every curve of her and the way her hair hung around her, making her look like the sweetest, sexiest drenched kitty he’d ever seen. And a naughty one since she hadn’t fulfilled her punishment yet. His cock would have to wait.
“Hold on to that plug. If you don’t keep it, I’ll make you wear it to dinner, and you won’t like the way I lube it up. You’ll squirm all night because your little asshole burns.”
Her breath hitched. “Burns?”
“Because I’ll put ginger lube on the plug and then make you wear it all night. And when it starts to feel all right again, I’ll find a private place and I’ll switch the plugs so you won’t have a minute’s relief. You’ll be squirming all night and everyone will be watching you. They won’t know why, but they’ll see the way your skin flushes and how you can’t quite sit still and they’ll know. They’ll know you need something, but they won’t be able to give it to you. Who can give you relief?”
“Only you. I’ll be good. I’ll keep it.”
He loved how husky her voice got when she was really aroused. He washed his hands off before paying attention to her backside again. He spanked her with purpose, ready to move on. He kept the count, speaking each number aloud before bringing his hand down again. He spread out the discipline, giving every inch of her ass attention until it was finally through and he was able to run his fingers over her pussy, to feel just how wet she’d gotten.
Perfection. Her pussy was pure perfection. It was wet and soft and waiting for a cock. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Say my name, Phoebe.” He had to know she was thinking about him. He could share her in a lot of ways. He wouldn’t demand that she pretend her husband hadn’t existed or that she’d never cared about anyone but Jesse, but he had a sudden need to know she was thinking of him when he fucked her. “Say my name.”
“Jesse.”
He cupped the curves of her hips from behind, his cock touching her pussy. “Tell me you want me, you want this.”
There was only a tiny moment’s hesitation. “I do want this. I want you, Jesse.”
That was all he needed. He lined his cock up and sank in, his vision shrinking down to only her. She was all he could see or feel or think of. His world focused in on how soft she was, the way she moaned and how she clenched around his dick.
He forced his cock in as far as he could, holding himself hard against her. “I want you, too, Phoebe. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”
He let his right hand move around her waist, skimming down to find the pearl of her clit. He wasn’t going to last. He had to make it good for her. She was too tight, too hot and wet, and he could feel that plug dragging on his cock with every hard thrust.
“Oh, Jesse, it feels so good.” She moved back against him. She fought to keep his cock and then slammed against him when he thrust back in. They found a perfect rhythm, his cock thrusting hard and his finger pressing down in time.
She shuddered and her pussy clamped down around him. She called out his name as he rode the mini wave of her orgasm. He kept up the pace until he couldn’t do it one second more because his cock exploded inside her, giving her everything he had and lighting his body up like a firecracker splitting the night air.
He ground against her, milking every second he could before he caught her in his arms and brought her up against his body.
He wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving her alone for a second. Though his body was humming with satisfaction, his hands roamed all over her skin. He held her close, his front to her back. He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts and let her sag into him.
“Are you all right?” He had zero intentions of ignoring what had happened the time before. He was going to face it, get her through it.
Her head fell back against his shoulder. “I think so. I don’t know.”
It was better than listening to her cry through a closed door. He would have to thank Kai and Tag for giving him the kick in the ass he needed.
He turned her toward the showerhead and grabbed the soap. She was quiet, but he wasn’t going to force her to talk. She just needed to know that she could and that he wouldn’t leave her alone. They were silent as he started to soap her body and finally washed her hair, his fingers moving over her scalp.
He turned her around to help wash the shampoo from her hair and saw the tears in her eyes. Damn, but they kicked him in the gut.
“It’s not about him,” she said quietly.
He wasn’t sure she was being honest, but he simply brushed them away and kissed her softly. “It doesn’t matter, Phoebe. I don’t want to push him out. I just want a place in your life.”
“You won’t.”
“Because of this horrible thing you have to tell me?”
“Because sometimes we make mistakes in the past that cost us our futures,” she explained.
He kissed her nose. “All right, princess. Well, if I’m going to be so deeply disturbed, we should enjoy the time we have.”
“Jesse, this isn’t a joke.”
“I’m not treating it like one. I just know something you don’t.”