“Such a dirty little slut, riding her master’s cock. Milk me, pet,” he murmurs against my skin and I ride him harder and faster. His fingers swirl around my clit faster. I arch my back and scream as I come undone. My muscles go limp and he helps me off his lap, still hard.
“Sir?” I gesture to him and he shakes his head.
“Not yet, pet.” He lifts me in his arms and takes me to the sex chair. He lays me down, my back curving along the back. He sits on the portion where my hips are raised and pulls me so my legs are draped across his and thrusts into me again.
“Oh, god!” I cry out as he mercilessly pounds into me.
“Do you feel my piercing?” he asks and I nod, unable to speak. It’s rubbing against my spot, and I know I’ll come within a few seconds again. He grabs my clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching slightly and I come so quick I see stars.
I claw at his arms as he continues to ram into me. “Sir, oh fuck.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“Peanut butter,” I answer immediately.
“Do you need to say it?”
“No.” My body is his for the taking. It’s been too long since we’ve had a night like this. Life has been so busy lately and I’ve missed him. He pulls out of me and I moan. He’s still hard, and it’s beginning to upset me that he hasn’t come yet.
He takes me to the bed and lays me down gently. I grip his face. “Sir?” He holds himself above me as he gazes down at me.
“Yes, pet?” His fingers come up and trace my face.
“Why haven’t you come yet?” I ask. I know he sees the insecurity in me because he leans down and kisses me.
“Because I want to make sure you’re completely satisfied before I do,” he replies. I open my eyes to stare up at him.
“I am,” I promise, and his mouth tips up into a smile.
He gets off the bed and walks to the armoire. Grabbing a vibrator, he returns to me. “Do you remember the time we had to have sex in front of the council and I used this on you?” He climbs back onto the bed, turns the vibrator on, and rubs it along my thigh.
I gasp and arch my back slightly. “Yes.”
“I couldn’t completely lose myself in you that night because I had to make sure you were okay.” He lines himself up with me, kneeling before me. He pulls me so I’m practically in his lap, but my back is against the bed. His cock teases my entrance as he slowly enters me. “I’ve thought about that night so many times over the past several years, and I told myself one day I would reenact it when we weren’t being watched.” He turns the vibrator on and I suck in a breath.
He rubs the vibrator from my naval down toward where we’re joined. He makes short thrusts, rubbing his piercing against my inner walls. I clutch at the blankets beneath me. “I’ve wondered how many times I could make you come like this.” The vibrator reaches my clit and he places it directly on me as he thrusts hard into me.
I come immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to thrust in me and hold the vibrator against my clit. One orgasm turns into another and I squeeze my eyes shut. I know I’m being loud, but I can’t help it. I want it to stop, but at the same time I don’t. He’s grunting above me and I know it’s taking everything within him not to come.
“Sir!” I cry out. I can’t take it much longer. He turns the vibrator off and throws it somewhere as he thrusts into me over and over again, finally coming and collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, cocooning him in my warmth until he finally rolls off me and pulls me into his side.
I know I’m a mess, but I’m too exhausted to care right now. He kisses my shoulder. “Sleep, love.” And I do.
Epilogue
Phoenix
One Year Later
McKenzie smiles at me as she walks toward me. She’s wearing the same dress I bought her five years ago. Today is our five-year anniversary, and she wanted to commemorate it by renewing our vows. This time her father is walking her down the aisle and she has friends here instead of it being just people I know.
She’s like a dream. I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my days with this woman. The first time we did this, I had so many doubts, wondering if I would really be able to keep her. At the time I was determined I would, but I know deep down if she ever told me she wanted to leave, I would have let her. I think.
But now, watching as she steps up beside me, I know this was meant to be. I think back to all those years ago when her memory hadn’t returned, and she thought I was married to someone else. She asked me if my wife was my fated mate and I told her yes. I meant it. I still mean it.
We’re getting married at the property I built for the auctions. She told me this place was not going to sit dormant and only be used once a year because it was too beautiful for that. So, today marks the day of the first event outside of an auction and starting next month after we return from our honeymoon, we’ll begin to have other events here.
It’s already booked three years out. And at a few of those, Kenz is making the desserts. So much has changed over the past two years. It’s hard to believe this is my life. She smiles up at me as her father hands her over to me. We say our vows. Since this time is different, we chose to write our own.
