Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Never hide yourself from me.” I lean down and kiss her lips. At first it’s gentle, but then her hand reaches up and she holds my jaw, deepening the kiss. A deep need for more comes over me and I part her lips with my tongue as my hand roams down her side. She sighs into my mouth and leans against me. This is the most affectionate and obedient she’s ever been. I wonder if sleepy Kara is more receptive to being a sub than a fully awake Kara. I like both versions, but I really enjoy how easy this is right now. Maybe she just needed a good fuck and a good sleep. Reminding myself what she’s been through, I pull away, kiss the crown of her head, and put my hand in the stream. “Is this to your liking, treasure?”
She nods, her lips still parted as she looks up at me. “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, she’s being so good right now. I fucking love it. “Stand up. First I’ll wash you and take care of the pain I put you in, and then you’ll wash me. Understood.”
She smiles again and nods. “Yes, Sir.” I put her right where I want her, facing away from me under the stream, and lather my hands up with soap. It’s not scented, and I like it that way. I’d rather smell her natural sweetness.
I’ll run some oils through her hair to smooth it and give her a touch of floral scent. I gently knead her shoulders and she immediately moans with pleasure. Damn, I love how responsive she’s being. I kiss her neck as a reward and she leans back slightly. I should admonish that behavior, but I crave her affection. My dragon presses against my chest, desperate for more.
I’m struck by my own thought. I’ve never wanted anyone’s affection before. This little human has gotten under my skin. I smile, move my hands to her breasts, and continue washing her and kneading her body. Mate or not, I think I like how she’s got me wrapped around her little finger. So long as she doesn’t realize it, so long as she doesn’t know the depths I would go to keep her. I gently pluck her nipples between my fingers, and she responds by arching her back and pressing her ass into my now raging hard dick.
“Careful, treasure. I need to heal you first.” She shakes her head, pushing her wet hair into my chest.
“I like being sore, Sir.” I stifle my groan at her disobedience. My dick pulses nestled in her ass. She smiles broadly, her eyes closed, and pushes her heat against my dick.
“I’ll make you good and sore again. I promise you. But I don’t want you to be in pain. And above all you will obey me, understood?”
Her feminine simper remains on her face as she nods. “Yes, Sir.”
I squat, ignoring my aching needs, to continue washing every inch of her body. It’s difficult not to notice that she’s still a bit thin, but that will take time. I talk while on my knees behind her. “I want to make a few things clear. Last night, fucking you had nothing to do with your punishment. Nothing at all. You know that don’t you?”
“It was a reward?” she questions genuinely. Fuck. No. I don’t want her thinking that either.
“No. I fucked you because you were in need.” Her eyes fall and disappointment clouds her eyes. I continue my ministrations, more than aware she’s upset by whatever I’ve just said. I clear my throat to continue, and she looks away. “What’s wrong?”
I barely hear her murmured question as the water sprays around us. “Is that the only reason?”
Oh. I understand. I rise behind her and run my hands down her sides while I breathe down her neck. She shudders as I whisper in her ear, “No, treasure; I fucked you because I’ve been dying to be inside you since the moment I saw you.” I fucking love the sound of her tortured whimper as she pushes her ass into my dick again. “You better be careful,” I warn. “That kind of behavior is going to get you fucked again.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, I realize what I just allowed. She’s topping from the bottom. I can’t have that happening. Not when she’s unaware of everything else at play and what exactly our relationship will entail. My voice comes out harder than I anticipate, “On the bench.” She doesn’t hesitate. She’s so caught up with her desire to please me, my harsh tone doesn’t even register. For that I’m grateful. This woman has me stumbling in ways I’ve never imagined.
I move her how I’d like. I push her knees open, pull her ass to the edge of the bench, and then crouch down to enjoy her how I’ve wanted to since I woke beside her. With two fingers, I part her lips and slowly lick her from her entrance to her clit. Her hands move to my hair and her head falls back. Her groan is as intoxicating as her taste. As much as I enjoy both, this is about more than pleasure.