"I think you deserve a spanking for that Princess."
"No! Enough of this! I let you tie me up and-"
"You let me? Really?"
I nodded.
"Yes, I played along because I wanted to see what you would do next. And because you were right."
His gorgeous eyes were dark as he stared at me.
"Right about what?"
"I was lying. About wanting you. I did. I do-but-"
"But what buttercup?"
I missed the dangerous sparkle in his eyes.
"But this is taking things too far. It's bad enough that I might be pregnant. We should get to know each other before we get married. And you should at least ask!"
I saw his jaw clenching spasmodically as he leaned over me. I was boxed in, trapped by his thick arms braced against the door.
"Besides, you don't even like me! You only want me now because you think I'm a mindless sex slave!"
He laughed.
"Is that what you think? Don't get me wrong, the past few days have had their perks. But they were a means to an end."
"What?"
"I want you as you are. Even though you are a massive pain in the ass. You're my massive pain in the ass."
He stepped forward, and held up his hand. I could barely think with him standing so close to me. I whimpered, my body trembling with need.
That's when I saw what he was holding. It was the remote control. My eyes dashed to his face and I froze.
"Please... no..."
He turned it up.
All the way up.
I doubled over, nearly falling to the floor as the orgasm washed through me. And just like that, it was gone. My orgasm drifted away, leaving me more frustrated than before.
And that was saying something.
"Please... Oh God... Jackson..."
He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Then he pulled my clothes off slowly, kissing every inch of me. Finally he pulled off the butterfly shaped vibrator.
I watched as he stripped. Then he climbed on top of me, guiding his cock to my *. I moaned at the feel of him-silky and hard and hot.
He nudged his way inside me and stopped, staring down at me.
"You're right."
"Hmmfff... what?"
"I should have asked."
He pulled out and slid back inside me again. I moaned, arching against his gorgeous body. I felt the beginnings of an epic orgasm coming. The past three days of pent up desire were about to come to a grand finale.
"Oh God!"
He pulled out and drove his cock home again.
"So, I'm asking."
"Hmmmmffff... what..."
"Angelina Randall, will you marry me?"
He pulled out again and waited. I stared down at his cock, just out of reach. I was not too proud to beg.
"Jackson... please..."
He just stared at me. I wiggled underneath him, desperate for him to fuck me. He shook his head.
"Not yet."
I groaned in frustration, closing my eyes.
"Will you marry me?"
"Jackson!"
He pressed his cock just inside my * and waited.
"Will you marry me?"
He drove forward, embedding himself fully inside me.
"YES! OH GOD YES!"
My whole body erupted in a massive orgasm. He murmured encouragement as he started to fuck me with long, deep strokes. I could not stop coming as he rode me. It felt like an hour went by until I heard what he was saying.
"That's it... good girl... God, I love you Angie..."
Through the haze I finally realized what he was saying. He loved me? This big, arrogant, domineering man actually loved me?
I came again, my * convulsing as I felt him start to spurt his load deep inside me.
"I love you baby, that's it, finish with me..."
It took forever for the trembling to stop. He didn't pull out, dragging me to the side with him so we faced each other. He kissed me tenderly, nuzzling my face and neck.
I started to drift off, a huge smile on my face.
He loved me.
Chapter Twenty-Two Daniel
Jackson was a genius. I would never doubt my older brother's wisdom again. Not that I did all that often, but this had settled the case once and for all.
I stared down at Francesca. She was glaring at me from where I'd tied her spread eagle on the bed. Her gorgeous body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Especially her gorgeous, pillow soft * lips that were so obviously swollen with desire.
I grinned, running the feather over her skin. She arched her back, hissing behind the ball gag I'd purchased online.
I'd bought lots of fun little toys online. Some were Jackson's recommendations. Others were all my own wicked imagination.
Like the leash and patent leather kitty cat ears.
She especially hated the leash.
Not that she could tell me so. Not with the gag muffling the angry sounds coming from her mouth. I was sure she wanted to say all kinds of things to me right now.
But all I wanted was a yes.
I'd asked the damn woman to marry me about fifty times over the past six months. I'd been in love with her practically since the moment I met her, even though she'd mistaken me for a stablehand. She loved me too dammit!
I just had to get her to admit it.