“Now,” Ryan mustered. “Time for me to take care of my queen. Your turn to be commanded.”
I protested as he lifted me off his cock, pulling us both to our feet. “Shh,” he said.
A squeal tore from me as he crouched and hoisted me onto his back like I was a monkey. “Put me down, I’m heavy.”
He carried me to the bathroom. “Hush. I’m going to bathe us and then we’re going to bed and not moving for at least twelve hours.”
I stifled a giggle as he set me on the tile, pulling me to him and kissing me until I forgot everything except for him.
Chapter Thirty
Ryan
A warm glowof sunlight cascaded over the monochrome of the room. I hugged Raven tighter against my chest, my dick hard against her ass, and buried my face into her dark locks. Once we finally went to sleep the night before, I slept like the dead.
My hand caressed her stomach, back and forth, as I mentally recounted the events of the previous twelve hours. Being submissive wasn’t something I ever thought about doing, but for Raven, I was quickly learning I would do anything. I would drag my dick through glass if she asked me to.
When I got used to the idea, I enjoyed it. Raven was a fucking goddess and I was hers to play with. It was hot, not only the sex, but surrendering to her was enthralling. I had never given someone complete control before and it was a release I didn’t know I needed. I wondered if Raven felt the same way when I had been dominant with her. I doubted she had been submissive with many others if any and I made a note to ask.
My kisses down her back and shoulders combined with themovement of my hand over her thighs stirred her awake. She stretched and pressed further back into me, eliciting a groan from my lungs.
“You had better stop moving your ass or I’m going to bend you over and spank it until it's red with my handprints.”
She chuckled and rolled over to face me. “What if I tie you up again and spank yours instead?”
I kissed her mouth hard. “We’ll discuss that fun topic later,my queen.”
“Fine. Until then I think I’d like some action with all this talking.” She bit my lip playfully.
I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. “Be careful what you wish for, baby,” I threatened before hauling her up on all fours. “Ass up, and face in the pillow. Arch that pretty back for me while I have breakfast.”
We satdown to my second breakfast of the day an hour later, and Raven groaned around her first bite before I could lift my fork.
“Good?” I asked.
“That’s a dumb question, but I’ll humor you. It’s not just good, it’s delightful.” She hurried to take another bite of the hash I had made while she tried to help. “I might just take you hostage so you can be my live-in chef.”
I chuckled. “If I’m going to be your chef, we need to stock your kitchen with more than the basics. Be thankful you had potatoes and eggs since there’s no breakfast meat to be found in here.” I gestured around the open kitchen with my fork. It was a dream to cook in. Raven had it equipped with fine appliances I assumed didn’t get much use.
“You don’t want chicken for breakfast?” she teased.
“No, I’ll pass, but thank you for the offer. The only time chicken is good for breakfast is when it’s deep fried, and as much as I’d like to see you covered in flour, I’ll save that for another day.”
“I wouldn’t be covered in flour, you’re the one who’s the messy chef. I’m certain you would have the entire kitchen covered in it like you had potato peels everywhere.”
I sent her a glare. “Cooking is an involved process. I can’t be worried about cleaning up while I’m cooking. I have to focus on the food.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m great at cleaning up since I never learned much when it comes to cooking. Mom is the best chef, but when I was a kid, she had to make quick meals, and I always had my nose in a book.” Her gaze drifted to a spot above my shoulder as she recalled her turbulent childhood. “I wasn’t interested in anything other than books and music. When I moved out and went to college, she taught me the basics like baked chicken and vegetables. Enough to feed myself. Over the years, work never lent free time to devote to hobbies.”
Silence stretched between us, and I wondered how her relationship with her parents survived everything they’d been through. I decided on what I thought was a safe question. “Do you see your parents often?”
She sighed. “No. I moved them here from the big city, but work keeps me from getting to the suburbs as much as I’d like. I try to see them at least once a month.” She looked down at the table, and I could tell she wasn’t happy with that. “I make sure they have everything they need, but I’m not a great daughter in other ways. I cancel on them all the time for work, and I know it bothers them. Especially Mom.”
My heart squeezed. “I’m sure she understands,” I said, trying to comfort her in some way.
Raven pushed the last bites of food around on the gray plate. “Yeah. She has all kinds of things she does in her little neighborhood, and Dad stays busy in his garage, but…” Her words died away as a tear escaped down her cheek.
My chair scraped the floor as I moved around the dining table to pull Raven into my arms. “You’re a fantastic daughter and your parents know that. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
