As long as he was there, she knew she’d be safe and taken care of.
“I still need to call my parents and tell them the wedding’s on,” she said, lying on his chest. His easy breathing was a sign of just how relaxed he was tonight.
“You want me to do it?”
“Call my parents?” she laughed.
“I’ll do it. What’s the worst that can happen?”
Nicole thought about it. “You have no idea.” Then she climbed up and kissed him on the lips.
The sparks became a bonfire and then a raging inferno. They were starting to tear each other’s clothes off. “Wait, just one thing,” she told him.
“What?” he asked.
“Promise me that no matter what, we’ll never let anyone get between us.”
“I promise,” he said, looking into her eyes.
“I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“Give me your phone,” he said. “I’m calling your parents right now.”
“We’re half-naked!” she cried.
“Good. They’ll never know the difference. I always talk to people while I’m naked.”
“Red, please!”
He tried to grab her phone but she wouldn’t let him and soon he’d stopped trying. He was busy putting his hands other places.
And the fire raged on.
FOR HIS KEEPING (FOR HIS PLEASURE, BOOK 3)
“Do you like being spanked?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I love it. I love it when you spank me, Red.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please spank me hard. I want you to slap my bare ass, as many times as you see fit.”
“You deserve it, don’t you?”
“I’ve been so bad.”
And then, there was the sound of flesh upon flesh, skin upon skin—the sharp sting of pain, brief but pleasant in its own way. Nicole’s buttocks contracted as Red’s hand marked her left buttock, then her right.
She lay over his lap, her butt sticking up in the air, her skirt pulled above her waist, nothing else on but a lacy black bra.
With one hand, Red tweaked her erect nipple while his other came down firmly on her right buttock again.
They didn’t always play Red’s games—he was more than willing to keep the kink out of the bedroom—but when they did play, it would be on his terms. Still, Nicole had grown more than accustomed to Red’s style of dominance in bed, and now more than ever she sensed just how much he cared for her underneath it all. Ever since he’d confessed the horrible emotional abuse he’d endured as a child, how his mother had verbally humiliated and shamed him, Red was a different man.
But he had his needs, and Nicole was more than happy to oblige in fulfilling those needs. At the same time, the recent play had a much more lighthearted tone than it had previously.
“Your ass is bright pink now,” Red told her, his voice husky with desire. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her lower abdomen as she lay over his lap. Wriggling against him, her moist inner folds grew slick and excited.
“I don’t think I’ve been punished enough yet,” she complained, looking over her shoulder at him.
He grinned down at her and raised an eyebrow. “No? What more do you deserve?”
“I need something in my mouth to keep me quiet.”
His grin widened. Nicole was getting good at this game and he knew it.
A moment later, he was standing in front of her and she was sucking his throbbing member with so much vigor and enthusiasm that he nearly came early. And she knew Red prided himself on his stamina and control.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he rasped, breaking character and sitting down on the bed. His erection was stiff and tall and she wanted it inside of her badly.
“I’m so wet,” she whined. “My pussy needs to be punished too.”
He lay back on the bed. “Climb on top of me,” he commanded.
Nicole got on him and slowly, slowly lowered her slickness onto his cock. As she allowed him to push through her, going deeper and deeper, her legs began to quiver.
She knew that both of them were trying desperately to hold back the ecstasy, because if either one of them came it would trigger the other’s climax as well—and then the fun would be over. Over before it had really even started, but it felt just that good. Each time it only seemed to get better and better with Red.
Nicole looked down at her man. His bulging biceps, his rippled stomach and rock hard chest. His tan, perfect skin could easily grace the covers of any magazine. Those dark eyes penetrated her soul more deeply than he ever could penetrate her with his cock. But he was doing a very good job with his cock, too.