Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but you can’t want to lie here and wait for me.”
He cocks a brow. “Can’t I? You seem to think I only get something out of the sex, and that’s not true. I get pleasure out of the whole dynamic. That’s why kink is nonnegotiable in a relationship for me. Sex is great, but it’s all of it—the knowledge that I’m giving you something afterward, taking care of your needs and providing for you—that reaches me here.” He taps his forehead. “I can have kinky sex with a lot of people, but not everyone needs the rest of it the way I do.”
I nod, his words making complete sense to me. “I need it too. I don’t think I realized how much until we started doing this together.”
He nods and sets his phone down. “Come here. Straddle your Sir.”
I do, savoring the feel of his warm body against mine. Marshall kisses me slowly, like we have all the time in the world, like this is one of his favorite things to do. He rubs me while he does, hands traveling up and down my skin while we kiss and kiss and kiss…
I like you more than I’m supposed to… This isn’t just a scene to me… I really want to belong to you.
I try to block out those words, pretend they aren’t there.
“Are you free the rest of the day?” he asks, and I nod.
“Tomorrow too if you’re curious.”
“Good. I’ll cook for you and feed you. We can watch a movie together while you keep my cock warm…and tonight, if you wish it, you can sleep between my legs.”
It feels like an explosion of happiness goes off inside me. “Stay the night?” I never thought he would want that.
“I’m not done using you today. Do you want to stay?”
I nod enthusiastically. I almost ask him if I can cook for him—I look at recipes sometimes online and want to try them—but I don’t know why I don’t ask. I love giving ideas to the chefs at work, but making food for others is scary. I’ve never wanted to do it before. Well, outside of simple things. It’s not like I’ve never thrown some chicken in the oven or made a grilled cheese for me and Reggie, but part of me wants to make something different, something special for Sir. But instead of telling him that, I just say, “Yes. I want to stay.”
“I’m glad.” He kisses me again. “You’ll be naked all day.”
I smile. “No arguments from me.”
I sit at the kitchen table while he cooks, the two of us talking. I still haven’t told him about hanging with my mom the other day and her thinking I have a boyfriend. The last thing I want is to scare him away.
He feeds me while I kneel. I’ve eaten here before where he hasn’t, but I like it when he chooses to do that. Afterward we watch a movie, and I hold his cock in my mouth, drooling all over his balls and the towel beneath him. Sir lubes his fingers sometimes and uses them to fuck my hole, which nearly kills me and he clearly enjoys.
When we go to sleep, I lie between his legs, surrounded by his sexy, musky scent, and I can’t help feeling that this is what home smells like.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Marshall
“You’re a bastard. Why are you good at everything?” John asks me when we’re in the locker room after our showers. We just finished playing pickleball and are going out to lunch. I’ve still been avoiding him as much as possible, which makes me feel like a terrible person, but being around him does the same. I guess that’s the price I pay for secretly sleeping with his son.
“You’re talking to me about being good at everything? Have you meet you?” I tease, earning a laugh from him. It sounds similar to Jay’s, which makes my stomach clinch uncomfortably because thinking of Jay’s laugh makes me want to smile. I love being on the receiving end of it, like I accomplished a goal I didn’t know I had for myself, and the last thing I should be doing is thinking about that now.
Or the fact that I still haven’t fucked him, but he’s slept at my house more than once in the past few weeks since I allowed him to the first time. Subs have slept over before, but not more than once in such a short time span. This is getting out of hand quickly, and I’m not really sure how I feel about it.
“Yeah, but those things have nothing to do with you. Right now, I want to complain that you kicked my ass at pickleball for three games. Let me feel sorry for myself, Marsh,” John jokes, tugging his shirt on.
“I’m so sorry you have to deal with this. I can’t imagine how hard losing is. I’ve never experienced it.”