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Chapter Seventeen

Blaze

I return to find her exactly as I left her. I knew I would. She’s such a good girl for me. I’m the only man in this world she would ever submit to. It is a deep privilege.

And a mental hard-on.

I enter the room, straight for her. Wanting to feel my skin against hers, I quickly lose my clothing.

“I’m back, baby. Good job waiting. I have a treat for you.”

“You do?” she asks.

“Yes. You didn’t move a bit, and now I have something special for you.” I warmed a bottle of almond oil while I was on the phone, and I grab it now. Tipping the bottle, I hold it high over her bare back. “This is going to feel so good.”

Her back arches, and she moans with pleasure as I let the warm oil flow in a line from the base of her neck down over her waist, then hold it steady, allowing a long stream flow down the crack of her ass, over the jeweled plug handle. The gold oil covers her rosy bottom, ready for me to rub into her punished skin.

Slowly and gently, I massage the slippery oil over every inch of her shoulders and back. She moans gratefully, stretching out on the bed as she relaxes. “Such a good girl,” I croon. “Such a pretty girl. Does that feel good?

“Yes. God, yes.” She sucks air between her teeth as I move onto her smarting bottom. Applying little pressure, I smooth the oil over her rosy skin.

Every part of her, every inch of her, is perfect and deserves care.

Even if that sometimes includes feeling the leather of my belt to keep her safe. Or putting my pretty plug in her bottom. I take the handle, tugging gently to remove it. “How does that feel?”

She gives a little whimper. “Strange? Good. But weird. I feel empty like I want…”

“You want my cock inside you?”

“Blaze,” she chides, even fully naked over my bed after letting me do all kinds of naughty things to her.

“I’m going to take your pretty ass, right now.” Grabbing the lube, I apply a multitude of the glistening stuff all over my shaft and the head of my cock. I want to fill her, but I don’t want to cause any damage to her beautiful body.

She’s trembling as I grab her hips, pulling her ass back towards me so I can bury the head of my cock between her ass cheeks.

I go slow, holding her in place. Having just pulled the plug out, she’s ready for me. I thrust inside her, one inch at a time, listening for her reaction, reading her body language, making this a mind-blowing experience for her.

I massage a shoulder. “You okay baby?”

“Yes. I’m okay.”

“You take my cock so well.” My hand glides up her spine, finding her hair and knotting it around my fist, a bundle of nerves at the nape of her neck. I give it a hard tug. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

She gasps fully with the second, tighter tug. “Yes, sir!”

“You’re a good girl, but you look like a bad ass, taking every inch of my cock like the queen I know you are.” Pulling her head back till she’s up on her elbows, I rock my hips forward, entering her deeper. My free hand takes the opportunity to slap the fullest part of her I can while I’m fucking her.

She’s too fucking sexy like this; the way she sounds, the way she looks, the sight of my cock going in and out of her ass, kissed with rosy stripes from my belt. I’ll not be able to hold off much longer.

I’m gonna need some help. “Touch yourself,” I command her. “Reach between your legs and bring yourself off like the obedient little girl you are while I fuck this gorgeous ass of yours.” She does as she’s told, crying out the moment she contacts her clit .

She’s close. I hear it in her gasping breaths, feel it as the muscles in her ass tighten around my cock like she’s milking the come from me. Now that she’s used to the sensation, she takes over and sets her own speed. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I hold off my climax till she’s arching her back, shuddering and screaming, her hands mauling the fur blanket beneath her.

I grab her hips, holding her right where I want her while giving an animal-like growl between my clenched teeth. As the come rises from my tightening balls, I suck my breath in, throw my head back, and cry out her name, exploding in a desperate release, filling her while emptying me. After pulling my cock from her, I collapse against her, my sweaty face pressed against her back.

Messy and sweaty and slick with oil, my come and her arousal, I cradle her in my lap as she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. I give her a bear hug, holding her close. My knee begins to bounce softly, gently rocking her in a soothing rhythm.

I smooth her hair back, rub gentle circles over her bare oiled back, and whisper to her, “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?” She gives the sweetest nod, her hair brushing my skin. “You were so strong for me. So beautiful. I’m so lucky to have you here with me.”

She lies docile in my arms; no one else has made her feel this way. It is an honor I don't take lightly. I feel relaxed, with only the tension of guarding my thoughts to avoid revealing my feelings for her.

We shower together, and afterward, I insist on drying every inch of her soft skin, even the spots between her cute little toes.

To make up for the scare she gave me today, she offers to cook dinner tonight, which I gladly accept. After returning a call, I wander downstairs to find her by the table, grinning. A delicious scent fills the air. She has set the table for two, with plates of her father’s pork chops and gravy on creamy mashed potatoes.

Why can’t this be every night?

“This looks incredible. Thank you.” I hold her chair out for her as I do whenever we eat. She thanks me with a kiss on my cheek and slides in, but tonight, she gives an adorable little wince as her punished bottom touches the chair seat.

“Where’s Seraphina tonight?” she asks. “I’ve been looking for her everywhere, and she’s not answering my texts.”

“Ran off with the bodyguard.”

Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”

“No. Dame’s taking her on an overnight tour of Rome. Well, the shops of Rome. I told her I was surprising you, and she said to try to relax for once in your life and enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, did she? And did my AWOL bestie have anything else to say?”

“She said, tell Cleo, ‘Don’t be your usual anxiety-riddled self.’”

She loves the café's bread, so I order a loaf daily. I place a slice on her small bread plate. “Thank you. I love this bread.” She butters her slice and sets the knife on the edge of the plate. She briefly considers her wisdom, then rejects it with a sniff. “We can’t all be free-spirited travelers. Sometimes, you must feel anxious, out of respect for the mayhem around you.”

Her words struck me square in the chest. I know exactly what she means. When I’m in the city, I need to clench my jaw and square my shoulders when the sun goes down. “Yeah. I get that.”

Stand straighter. Head higher. Voice clipped.

Be the dangerous man who can hold his own and kick ass if necessary.

Bachmans don’t do truces.

I cut a bite of the chop, swiping through the potatoes and gravy before popping it in my mouth and chewing. Holy Moses, as Falcon would sometimes say. “This is delicious!”

“I cooked most nights, but when my dad was home, this was my favorite meal he made.”

“I remember him making it once.” I give her a wink. “But you make it better.”

“Don’t be silly,” she says, eyeing me curiously as I take my next bite. I hope she can read the compliments written on my face as I devour another delicious bite.

Afterwards, we wash the dishes together. It's a simple enough task, but doing it beside someone you enjoy spending time with makes it pleasurable. When we’ve put away the final dish, she bumps hips with me, glancing up with a side-eye. “When are you going to tell me? ”

“What do you mean?” I playfully snap her juicy bottom with the end of a dry kitchen towel.

She waves me away. “You’ve sent my best friend away, luring her with her dream man and unlimited leather goods shopping.” Her gaze narrows. “You’re up to something, Mr. Bachman. Spill it.”

I love to tease her. And I’m too excited to hold back. I give her a hint. “I thought you might like to see what being a rich kid from Queens feels like.”

“Okay.” She leans against the counter, smiling up at me.

“Just us,” I add.

“O… kay…”

“I have a few things to prep tonight, but we leave tomorrow after breakfast. It's just a day trip.” I couldn’t pull off more with work. “But I think you’ll like it.”

“Just the two of us. That sounds nice.” She grabs the towel from me, hanging it neatly the way girls do. “What do I need to do to get ready?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” I grab her hand. “Come with me.”

I lead her to our favorite spot, the rundown building in the garden with our paint samples. The doors are open, with a tray of tea, milk, sugar, her favorite treats, and books. I know she likes to read, but my focus on punishing my naughty girl left no time to borrow good ones from Emilia’s library.

I only had a few useless self-help books, which I now display for her enjoyment. It’s the thought that counts, right?

I sit her down at the table. “You stay right here and relax. I’ve got some dessert and some reads; you chill. I’ll take care of everything.”

“You are too much. Let me help you. What can I do?”

And I have men posted, watching her while I’m inside. “No way. I’ve got it.”

“You spoil me! Chocolates and brownies?” She holds up one of the books for me to read the title. What to Expect When You’re Expecting. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Maybe it’s a sign you should have my babies. It’s from the Bargain Bag at the Salvation Army from home. Twelve random books for a dollar, and the paper bag to carry home is free.” I add,

An hour later, I finish working in her room and go outside to retrieve her, kissing the chocolate from her lips. We head upstairs to prepare for bed in our separate rooms. I sit on the edge of mine, waiting for her to join me. Finally, she appears at my door in my oversized white T-shirt.

“Come here, cutie.”

She pads across the floor and climbs under the covers to snuggle beside me, making it my favorite part of the day. She quickly falls asleep in my arms. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent and holding her, memorizing the contours of her body .

I know I’m putting myself in danger. The time we spend together will either bring us closer or confirm my greatest fear: that she’s serious about the end of us.

She’s set our ‘best by’ date for the moment we reach the city.

The only issue I have with that?

My feelings for her will never expire.