“I’m clean. I was tested before the boat and the only one who’s touched me is you.”
“I’m clean too.”
He stroked himself a few more times and leaned down to rub his cock through my wetness, coating himself in my juices. He settled at my entrance. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to slide inside of me. But he didn’t.
“Lucinda.”
“Yes, Sir.” My eyes popped open.
“Did you forget already?” He tsked. “My sub needs to work on her memory. Eyes on me, Lucinda. Watch me fuck you. My precious sub.”
Zachariah
* * *
Lucinda’s lip quivered. She let out a whimper and her eyes watered. My sweet Lulu.
While her body responded to my dominant words, her brain was having a hard time catching up.
“Oh, Lulu.” I rubbed my cock through her folds, tapping on her clit to bring her back to the brink of pleasure. She arched into me, but her arms remained by her side. She had yet to reach out for me. To touch me. Was my sweet Lulu afraid or me?
I released myself, leaned back and flopped on the couch. I loved that hint of fear in a sub’s eyes, trepidation typically got me off. With Lucinda, it made me second-guess everything.
She was a sub, and she would do her duty, but it wasn’t the same as on the boat. I didn’t want to take anything from her; I wanted to give her what she needed. And at the moment, she needed my understanding.
“W-what’s wrong?” She pushed herself up. “Why did you stop?”
“Lucinda.” I caressed her cheek, and she leaned into it. It was a good sign. “I missed you.”
She blinked and stared.
“And, I did show up for your birthday, you just didn’t see me.” I tapped her nose laid my hand on her thigh. “You looked stunning in that purple dress.”
“You could have seen photos on Insta.”
“No, Lucinda.” I squeezed. “I thought you would feel me watching you. You stood outside with your father discussing me, I assumed. You were shivering and he took his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders. I so wanted to be the one to keep my Lulu warm.”
“Then why did you leave?” She leaned forward. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“I knew if I spoke to you, I’d never be able to leave.” I slid my hand up her thigh. “Not without having you for myself, and once I had a taste of your sweetness, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
“Why didn’t you ask?”
“Ask what, sweetheart?”
“For me to come with you.”
It had occurred to me. Of course it had, but then I would be taking her away from everything she knew. It had been better I didn’t.
“I couldn’t have asked you to come with me.”
“Why not?” she huffed.
“Because you would have said yes.”
She pushed my hand away and stood up. I wrapped an arm around her waist and sat her back down.
“Leave.”
