Page 14 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

LILLY

I wake up to the smell of coffee and Oliver’s aftershave. “Morning,” he whispers, leaning over me and pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “I made breakfast.”

“Mmm.” I reach for him. “Or you could come back to bed with me.”

He laughs, kissing me again. “I have to get going.”

I finally wake up enough to realize that he’s fully dressed in a suit and tie. I groan. “How is it Monday already?”

Ollie raises his eyebrow, a smirk taking up residence on his mouth. “I guess time flies when we spend two whole days fucking our brains out.”

I snort out a laugh. That’s a pretty accurate description of our weekend.

Eventually Oliver let me out of bed on Saturday long enough for us both to shower—together.

The plan was for him to head home to change while I got ready to go out to dinner, but he decided at the last minute he wasn’t willing to leave me even for that long.

So he flexed some of his billionaire status and got someone to go to his condo and pick up a suit while he sat on my bed and watched me do my hair and makeup.

Something about that got him worked up all over again and it was another hour before we left the house.

By then I was absolutely famished so our first real date ended up taking place at Hoops, since it’s close and the portions are reliably huge.

He apologized profusely, promising to take me somewhere fancier next time, but I was happy at our normal table with a spread of fried food.

There was something about the familiarity, the continuation of our normal routine in the midst of all these amazing changes, that made me feel safe and happy.

Just like Ollie.

On Sunday we didn’t even bother trying to go out to eat.

Ollie sent his concierge for food—we’d come back to his place after the bar—whenever my stomach gave the slightest growl.

He insisted on feeding me every meal and snack in his bed.

Completely naked. My ass hasn’t seen clothes since approximately twenty seconds after we got home from Hoops.

My body feels worn out and used in the best possible way. I’m sore between my legs, and my ass still stings from the numerous spankings I’ve had in the last forty-eight hours. And I swear to God I’ve never been happier.

Except for the fact that our dream weekend has come to an end. The idea of leaving Ollie and going to work feels unbearable. “I hate Mondays,” I groan.

He leans in, brushing his lips over my shoulder.

“You have a couple hours before you need to be at work,” he says, making goosebumps erupt all over my naked skin at the feel of his hot breath and soft lips.

“I need to get in early for a meeting. But there’s breakfast in the kitchen for you, and I prepared a bath for when you’re done. ”

I blink up at him in surprise. “You prepared a bath?”

“Of course.” His eyes flash with mischief. “I figured you must be sore this morning.”

Even after all the very dirty, intimate things we’ve done this weekend, I still blush. Ollie doesn’t mind—he makes a happy noise in the back of his throat whenever my cheeks turn pink.

“Eat your breakfast and take a bath,” he instructs, the command in his voice impossible to ignore. “Then my driver will take you back to your house to get ready and then bring you to work.”

“Oh, he doesn’t have to?—”

But Oliver cuts me off with a stern glare. “He does. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

“Ollie, I can take an Uber back to my place. You already arranged to have my car brought home from the club. I drive to work every day of my life.”

“Not anymore,” he says simply. “You’ll use my driver.”

I gape at him. He can’t be serious. “Ollie. I’m perfectly capable of?—”

Suddenly his hands are around my waist and I’m lifted from the cozy nest of blankets and pillows. I squeal as the cold air hits my naked body, then squeal again when I land over his lap. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching you to not talk back,” he says in a calm voice, like this is a completely normal way to start the morning.

“Ollie, come on—hey!” I cry out as he brings his palm down on my ass.

“Keep fighting me, little girl,” he says, spanking me again. “You’ll get more.”

“What the hell, Oliver!”

He chuckles darkly, rubbing his hand over my bare ass before spanking me again. “You need to understand a few things, sweetheart. I wasn’t fucking around when I told you it my job to take care of you. And it’s your job to let me.”

“You said spanking me was bedroom games,” I grind out, flailing to push his hands away. He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back in one hand. “Oliver! This doesn’t feel like a game.”

“No, I said the play part was bedroom games,” he says calmly, even as he spanks me again. “This is non-negotiable.”

“That you get to spank me whenever you want?”

“That I get to spank you whenever you need to me to.”

I huff, but stop struggling. “And what if I don’t want you to?”

His hand stills. “Nothing happens that you don’t want, Lilly. I thought I made that clear.” He runs his fingers over my stinging ass. “But I don’t think that’s the case here, is it? You don’t really want me to stop.”

“I…” I don’t know how to respond to that. If I’m honest, I would tell him that his spanking makes my blood heat in a way I can’t describe. I would tell him that I’m already getting wet between my legs. That the way he dominates—and cares for me—turns me on like nothing else.

“I know you, babygirl,” he croons, rubbing his hand more firmly over the swells of my ass. “I know what you want. What you need. Don’t try to deny it.”

“Ollie,” I whine, unable to stop myself from wiggling.

“You need to let me take care of you,” he says. “That means making you breakfast and running you a bath.” He brings his hand down on my ass, harder this time than ever before. “And it means letting me arrange for your safety, if that’s what I want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, because I finally think I do.

The truth is, Ollie has always been this way with me.

He’s always been a little overprotective, a bit bossy and overbearing.

It’s how he shows he cares. Adding this new dimension to our relationship isn’t going to change that. It’s only going to heighten it.

I suck in a breath, calm settling over me as I accept that truth. “I understand, Daddy.”

He groans, spanking me again. “Good girl. Now let Daddy finish teaching you your lesson.”

That shouldn’t make me hot. It absolutely shouldn’t. I should be offended at the very least, probably grossed out. But I’m not. Not in the slightest. I want him to teach me. Want him to take care of me. Want him to own me, body and soul.

He spanks me four more times, his breathing becoming more and more ragged as I squirm and gasp on his lap.

“Such a bad fucking girl,” he groans, grinding his rock-hard erection up into my stomach. “Getting me all worked up before I have to leave.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasp.

“I’m going to be late now,” he continues, grabbing my ass and kneading it roughly. “You’re going to need to make it up to me.”

His hand finally releases my wrists and I immediately move to slide off his lap, ready to go to my knees and take him into my mouth. If that’s part of my punishment, I’m not complaining. But Ollie stops me with a sharp, “ No .”

I blink at him, my breath catching at the sight of him, his dark flashing eyes and clenched jaw. He seems on the very edge of his control, and God, what I wouldn’t give to see him finally lose it.

“Not like that,” he says, voice slightly softer, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Undo my belt.”

I do, my fingers moving so fast they fumble a few times before I finally succeed. When he nods at me, I unzip him, pulling him out, his hard cock heavy and hot in my hands. “Put me inside you.”

I fight off a full body shiver as I shift in his lap, eager to follow his instructions.

A moment later he’s sinking inside me, both of us gasping.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” he warns, hips already snapping up into me.

“You’re going to need to get there quick, babygirl. I’m not waiting for you today.”

I have a feeling that’s not going to be a problem.

There’s something so overwhelmingly erotic about this moment.

Ollie still fully dressed in his suit, me bouncing on his lap naked.

He feels powerful and in control underneath me, inside me, and all I want to do is make this man happy.

Add in the way he grips my still-stinging ass as he forces me up and down on his dick, reminding me of the other way he so recently dominated my body, and I’m pretty much ready to explode now.

“Touch yourself,” he growls into my ear. “Work that clit for me, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimper and he groans, biting my neck.

“I swear to God, Lilly. I’m not going to last.”

“Take what you need,” I gasp against his mouth. “Use me, Oliver.”

“Fuck,” he grunts out, his hips snapping even harder.

I don’t need to worry about him not waiting for me because I’m already on the edge, primed to dive over.

“Good fucking dirty girl,” he groans as he pulls my hips down hard on his lap, his cock hitting me deeper than ever before as he explodes into me. “Fuck, Lilly!”

“Yes,” I cry, following him right over. “God, yes .”

We stay like that for a long moment, clinging to each other, gasping for breath. “Holy fuck,” he mutters, running his hands down my back. My skin is so oversensitive that I shudder violently and he groans. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to have to take you again.”

“Then don’t touch me right after you give me a mind-melting orgasm.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and deep, such a contrast to the filthy grunts and possessive words he’d said a few minutes ago.

“Damn, woman, you make it hard to leave.”

“I wish you didn’t have to.” I can hear the whine in my voice but I can’t seem to stop it. Oliver is like a drug to me, and I hate the thought that I’ll have to go without even for a few hours.

He sighs, brushing my messy hair behind my ears.

“I’m going to try to get out early, okay?

I have these meetings on the buyout this morning I can’t get out of, but I shouldn’t have to stay at the office much past five.

” Since Oliver regularly works very long hours, I know he’s making an effort for me. I need to do the same.

So I start to pull myself away, even though separating my body from his is the last thing I want to do. “I’m probably making you late.”

He gives me that boyish Ollie grin I love so much. “It’s fine. I’m the boss. They can wait for me.”

I could point out that he’s the boss of me, too, but that would probably lead to more of the same and then he’d really be late.

And whatever he might say about it being fine, I know that the buyout he’s been working on is worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

Not exactly the type of thing that he should be brushing off.

“Still, you should get going,” I say, moving to slide off his lap. He hisses through his teeth and stills me.

“Hang on.” He reaches to the floor while I try not to drool over the flex of his chest and arms under his dress shirt. He straightens a moment later, holding the t-shirt he’d worn last night. “Let’s clean you up first.”

I flush as I realize his meaning, making him chuckle.

“So cute,” he murmurs, turning to lay me flat on my back.

We both groan when he finally pulls his half-hard cock from my center.

He makes the sexiest—and somehow sweetest—growls as he uses the t-shirt to wipe our mess from between my legs.

“And so fucking sexy. I fucking love seeing my cum in your little pussy.” He nips at my thigh. “You’re making me want you, again.”

I smile, brushing his hair off his face, my heart swelling with happiness. It’s amazing how he can make me feel so desired and so cared for at the same time.

I’m in love with him, I think, staring at him as he concentrates on cleaning my legs. I suppose I have been for a long time, but now…there’s no denying it anymore. I love this man and I want him for always.

“I turned the heater on in the tub,” he says. “So the water will still be hot. And your breakfast is in the warming drawer under the oven.” He presses a kiss to my knee. “Make sure you eat, okay?”

Yeah, definitely in love with his man. This considerate, caring, sexy-as-sin man. I make plans to return the favor this evening. Ollie has always loved my lasagna. An image of greeting him after work in nothing but an apron fills my mind and I have to bite back a grin.

Ollie finishes between my legs then begins to the fold the shirt. I raise an eyebrow. “You aren’t going to throw that in the laundry?”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “Fuck no. This shirt has your cunt all over it. I’m never washing it again.”

I burst out laughing. “I’m not sure if that’s sweet or disgusting.”

He waggles his eyebrows playfully. “That’s me, baby. A bit of both.”

And I wouldn’t have him any other way.