Page 30 of Under His Command
“I hope this isn’t you trying to break up with me,” I joke, but it only makes him frown deeper.
“This is me trying to get you to move in with me.”
“Oh.”
“You don’t have to decide right now. But the sooner you do, the better. I’d sleep much better at night knowing you’re in my arms, where I can protect you.”
The thought of being with him all the time makes my heart flutter. I want to, of course I want to. But the truth is, we’ve only been seeing each other for a few days. And I can’t help but wonder if we’re rushing into this.
“I’d love to, Rowan…”
“But?”
“But maybe we should wait a little bit longer. You know, to make sure this is what we really want.”
I say it like that, but I hate the words coming out of my mouth. What I really wanted to say was I don’t want you to get bored of me so quickly.
“I am absolutely certain this is what I want,” he says, caressing my breast with his knuckles as if lost in thought. It gets hard, wanting more of his touch. “It’s okay, angel. I’ll wait until you’re ready. But you’ll have to let me place some of my men around your apartment to watch over you when we’re not together. This isn’t negotiable.”
I can’t say I love the idea, but I’d lie if I said Mrs. Gutenberg’s warning hasn’t gotten to me. Better safe than sorry, I guess.
“Sure. That would be okay. Thank you, sir,” I smirk, knowing the effect that word has on him.
“Good girl. Feeling better?” New promises linger in that low voice, sending tingles down into my core.
I nod fast, knowing exactly what he plans on doing to me for the rest of the night.
ELEVEN
The early rays of dawn are breaking through the windows, casting a silent glow over my bedroom. I wake up feeling Rowan’s hand between my legs, drawing soft and absent circles around my clit as if it’s become his new favorite habit. My body reacts with a hushed moan, and his naked chest rumbles with sound against my back.
“One of these days, I won’t be able to stop myself from using your pretty hole while you’re asleep,” he says in a rough morning voice. “When it comes to you, I’m a weak man. I have no self-control.”
The image does something to me—something I should be afraid of. Because being used by a powerful man while you’re unconscious shouldn’t make your pussy wet. It shouldn’t, and yet… I’m arching my ass into his already hard erection, chasing it. It’s almost funny how my mind keeps trying to justify all of this, when I know full well belonging to him feels just as natural as breathing air.
“Good morning to you too,” I tease, just as he slides the tip of his finger inside my slick pussy. It goes in easily, the arousal pooling at my entrance making a wet sticking sound when he smears it around.
I fell asleep coming with his name on my lips last night. I took his fingers and his tongue for as long as I could, but at some point my body shut down. Even then, he didn’t stop making my legs twitch and my pussy numb from drawing orgasm after orgasm out of me. I had to beg, beg him to stop making me come, tears in my eyes and all. I’ve never in my life experienced something as exhilarating—and I loved every second of it.
“What’s the time? Do you have to leave?” I try to get up on my elbow, not wanting to be too needy or make him feel like I’m keeping him from doing his job.
A strong hand wraps around my hair, tugging me back into him.
“I do,” he sighs. “But not before I leave you with something to remind you of me. Come here.”
He pulls my hips into his lap, and I clutch the sheets in front of me, not knowing what to expect.
Pulling the covers off to reveal my naked ass, his hand squeezes and tugs at my soft skin until I feel him getting harder under my weight. He didn’t fuck my ass last night. I don’t know why, and it almost made me want to ask him because I was looking forward to it. But now he’s right there, swirling the plug out of me, making me feel empty and aroused.
“What are you going to do?”
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to,” he tsks, two of his fingers replacing the plug as he pushes them inside my hole. I tense around the intrusion—it doesn’t hurt yet, but I’ve never done this before. I’m nervous. “If you do that, it will hurt. A lot. So let me in, angel.”
I nod, my breathing fractured as I let him claim this new part of me. He’s caressing my hair with his free hand and I close my eyes, focusing on the buzzing sensation breaking free all throughout my body.
“Open for me,” he says, lowering his hand from my hair to my lips, where two of his fingers are waiting. I do as he says, and he pushes them deep inside my mouth where my tongue can’t help but start swirling around them. “So many parts of you I haven’t claimed yet. I keep wanting to take my time with you, but it isn’t easy. I want all of you.”
I can only moan in response, with his fingers thrusting both in my mouth and in my ass, playing me like a complex instrument.
