Page 23 of Blood & Heartache

“Yes, yes he is,” Braxton agreed as he carried me back to my room.

Chapter 10

When I woke to Braxton curled around my back, it had me really questioning my life choices up until now. What would happen when I got used to them sleeping with me, and they didn’t need to anymore? I suppose I could simply ask the bastards to keep sleeping over if they wanted to. That seemed like the most logical conclusion to the problem. I’d wait to see how things went before I offered up that option because I might change my mind once the newness of it wore off.

Braxton nuzzled his face against the back of my neck, letting his lips linger over my skin. His one arm had been flung over my hip, which now made its way under my shirt to splay across my stomach. “Good morning,” he whispered in my ear, then gave it a gentle nibble.

I had to stifle the moan that almost escaped as he returned to kissing and nipping my neck. “So it seems,” I murmured as he slowly moved his hand upward until it rested just under my breast, teasing me with how close it was. “Did you plan on doing something with that hand?”

“Just thought I might help you start the day out right,” he shared, the smile in his voice telling me how hopeful he was I’d agree.

Rolling onto my back, I looked up at him. His hair was tousled, his smile lazy with sleep, and his eyes full of promised pleasure if only I’d let him fulfill them. The man was sexy as fuck first thing in the morning, and I wanted to give in, let him do all he’d offered last night. Yet something still held me back from letting him take that last step.

As if sensing my apprehension, he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. The second kiss was firmer, more insistent as he pulled at my lower lip. Giving in, I opened for him as I slid my hand into his hair, determined to control how far this went. His breath was minty, which told me the bastard got up earlier and brushed before crawling back in bed. Now here I was with morning breath, but the way he was fully invested in this kiss told me he didn’t give a fuck. When his hand shifted to grasp my breast fully, I arched into the touch.

God, I’d gone too long without getting laid.

His touch was firm and assured as if he knew exactly what he wanted from me and how to get it. I shifted my body closer to him, my pussy begging to be acknowledged in this too. Braxton obliged by placing his leg between mine and gave me something to press up against like the needy wanton woman I was right now. He rocked forward, letting me grind on his thigh, but the silk sleep shorts just weren’t enough friction. A needy growl of frustration slipped out as I pulled him closer.

Figuring out what I needed, his hand released my nipple he’d been playing with and skimmed his hand down to slip under my sleep shorts. The second his fingers connected with my clit, I groaned long and loud, pulling away from our kiss to toss my head back.

“Fuuuccckkk,” I gasped, letting the word draw out.

“Is this what you need, my queen?” Braxton asked, kissing along my jaw. “Will you let me give you the release your body is begging for?”

My heart and mind warred when my breathing became more labored as I fought not to hump his hand. Something in the back of my brain was telling me we couldn’t do this, not yet. Why? Why couldn’t I let this man who was clearly eager to get me the fuck off do just that?

“Jace,” I panted. “Not until you talk to Jace.” Reaching down, I grabbed his wrist as my eyes fluttered open to meet his. “You agreed to have that conversation before we took anything further.”

Braxton let out a heavy sigh and nodded. “You’re right, my queen. I said I’d respect your request and talk to Jace first.”

Slowly, he eased his hand out from my shorts and grinned. “Seems I’m not as good at following orders as I thought. I better go before I end up in trouble with both my intended partners.”

Frowning at that, I caught his chin. “What do you mean by that? Why would Jace be mad at you for this?”

“You gave me a boundary, and I crossed it. He’d absolutely punish me for making that kind of misstep,” he explained, but my expression must have told him I still didn’t get it. “Jace is a Dom through and through. The dynamic he and I share is only for the bedroom, unlike what I hope for between us. That being said, it doesn’t mean he can’t keep track of the things I need to be disciplined for when we have time together. He allows me to, what people in the BDSM community call ‘brat out,’ which is why he calls me pup during our sessions because I do things I know I’ll get in trouble for. He knows how to punish me in a way I love and need.”

“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “Are you looking for that from me?”

“Not necessarily because he fulfills that need,” Braxton answered, taking my hand from his face and holding it between his. “Of course, if you feel I deserve punishment, then I’m more than willing to receive it. But I want it to be in a way of your choosing and not to replicate what Jace does. No one will be able to do what he does for me, it’s who he is and the relationship we’ve built in that area. All I want is to serve you, my queen, and if that service doesn’t meet your standards, then handle it how you feel it needs to be addressed,” he murmured, kissing my knuckles.

I wasn’t a stranger to BDSM or the dynamics that can develop in the kink world. I’d just never been approached about participating in a dynamic or learning the ins and outs of someone else’s dynamic. Hearing him explain it to me helped my understanding along with his interests and expectations. It also happened to give me more insight into Jace, who I was finding had far more layers to him than I’d expected.

Returning my attention to Braxton, I pulled my hand away from him and sat up. “Go to my closet, open the bottom drawer in the second dresser, and bring me the rose.”

Braxton’s eyebrows shot up at my order, but he didn’t question me and slid off the bed. While he went to get what I asked for, I wriggled out of my shorts and underwear. Then pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it all on the floor. Grabbing a pillow, I shoved it under my injured leg and bent the other so he had a perfect display of my pussy when he walked back out. A moment later, he walked out looking at the thing in his hand then looked up, coming to an abrupt halt.

“As you said yourself, you didn’t listen to the boundary I put in place between us. So your punishment is you’ll be watching me get myself off as you kneel at the end of the bed,” I informed him, holding out my hand for the vibrator he’d fetched for me.

He licked his lips as if imagining himself between my legs as he slowly approached. Rose in hand, I pointed to the foot of the bed and cocked a brow. He eagerly hurried to his spot and kneeled, hands resting on his thighs. That had me realizing a part I’d forgotten about.

“You can’t touch yourself,” I warned, pointing to his cock tenting his boxers. “I’m the only one getting off in this situation. It is a punishment, after all.”

“Yes, my queen,” Braxton answered, eyes riveted to my body.

I’d never had someone watch me do this before, but the tingles I felt under my skin at his attention told me this might be a newly unlocked kink. Letting my fingers drape over my pussy, I stroked over the top of it, not letting my fingers slip between the curtains, so to speak. It didn’t take much to get my body on board with what I was doing since Braxton had already started the engine. I dipped one finger inside to lube it up before swirling it around my clit as I toyed with one of my nipples. A moan fell from my lips as sparks of pleasure shot through me.

With how wound up I was, I might not need the vibrator to get to the finish line, but it certainly helped if I wanted to come more than once. Swirling my finger, I decided to torture him a little more and spread myself open as I slipped one inside. I slowly stroked it in and out, then shifted a bit until I hit the spot. Gasping, I arched, tugging at my nipple to add to the sensation. Now that I’d found it, I worked that fucking happy button, my hips rolling as if desperate for a real cock to fill me and take over for my finger. My head started to get fuzzy, my vision narrowed, and my orgasm built. There I stood at the edge of the cliff, but it wasn’t enough, I needed more.