Luscious(26)

Another thrust brought him to the soft spot at the back of her throat. Ally swallowed around him and there was no fighting it anymore. His whole body stiffened as he came, pulsing streams into her sweet mouth.

His submissive did as she’d been asked. She took it all. Ally swallowed everything he had to give her and she did it with her eyes up, staring at him like she couldn’t get enough.

He’d intended this to be punishment. He’d intended to spank her, fuck her mouth and then make her wait until after dinner to get hers.

She licked his cock one last time before sitting back. “Is Sir pleased?”

It was the smile on her face that did it. That smile wasn’t a smirk or sarcasm. She was happy. She was happy to be with him, to make love with him. He’d put that smile on her face and it made him feel larger, more satisfied than anything he’d done before. With Allyson by his side, he could face what he needed to. He could move on because now he had a true partner.

“Sir is madly in love with you.” He reached down and helped her stand, his mouth finding hers.

Punishment could wait. He simply wanted her.



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Ally’s whole body came alive the minute he touched her. His tongue surged in and she wondered if he could taste his own salty essence on her tongue. She’d loved taking his cock in her mouth, adored how much pleasure she could bring to her big strong warrior.

She wished they’d met long ago, wished she’d been the wife by his side when he was hurt. She would have done anything to help him through it. She would have eased the way.

He drew back and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing that chest that always got her hot as hell. Macon was a work of art and a few tiny scars and the loss of most of one leg couldn’t change that fact. The imperfections in his body only made him more beautiful to her eyes. She ran her hands over the muscles of his chest, loving the feel of him. His chest was covered in a light dusting of hair. He was so masculine, so tough. His hands were callused and yet they could form the most delicate of confections. That was her Macon in a nutshell. He was a warrior who’d fought and almost died and now he brought joy to others with his art.

“I love you, too, Sir. Macon. My Macon.” Being naked with him felt natural. She knew all of their friends were right outside the door. They likely knew exactly what was going on in this room, but Ally didn’t care. She wasn’t ashamed of what she did with Macon. She’d made plenty of mistakes in her life, but loving this man wasn’t one of them and she wouldn’t apologize for it. She’d learned a long time ago to take love where she could find. It turned up in unexpected places.

“My Ally,” he said with a sure smile. She loved how confident he’d become with her. He slumped down into the big leather chair behind the desk, not bothering to pull up his slacks. His cock was still out and Ally could see it was already stirring back to life. He fished inside his pocket, struggling to pull out something. Condom. “I’m prepared to throw down whenever we can, baby. Come here and sit on my lap.”

“I’ll get your pants messy.” Her female parts were in quite the state. The spanking he’d given her had been enough to get her wet and ready. Sucking him off had done not a thing to solve the problem. She could feel how soft and wet her pussy was.

His eyes narrowed. “I didn’t ask you about the state of my clothes. I gave you an order.”

And she knew when to comply. She sat right down on his lap, his cock jutting against her hip.

His hands immediately went to her breasts, cupping them with a sigh. “That’s better. I think we can definitely move forward with our roles. When we’re intimate, I’m going to be in control. You’re going to obey me when we’re making love.”

He leaned forward and pulled her nipple between his lips, giving her the bare edge of his teeth.

The sensation seemed to sizzle through her veins, finding a path between her legs. Macon’s pants were definitely going to know she’d been there. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was pleasing him in that moment. Everything else could fall to the wayside.

She didn’t have to worry about secrets or lies or anything else. She’d found that this was the gift D/s gave her. When Macon took over, she was wholly in the moment and nothing mattered but Macon’s needs. By pleasing her Sir, she would please herself. Yes, some people would take advantage of the delicacy of the relationship, but never Macon.

“Yes, Macon.” She let her arms drift up around his shoulders, giving him free access to her body. In these moments, her body was his to do with as he wished. Lucky for her, his wishes always included blowing her mind with pleasure.

He switched breasts, licking and tonguing her before sucking it into his mouth and nipping lightly. She shivered, the feeling utterly exquisite. That bite of pain so enhanced her pleasure. She sighed into the sensation, allowing it to flow across her.

“That’s what I like to hear. Yes. I want all your yesses, Ally.” His hands roamed her body and there was no way to miss the possessiveness that lay behind each and every stroke. “Sanctum is reopening soon. I want you there with me.”

Wherever he went, she would be with him. “Of course.”

His hand came up to touch her throat. “I want to get you a collar. Nothing crazy, just a necklace that lets other people in the lifestyle know you’re mine.”

“What about people outside the lifestyle?” She asked the question with a hint of teasing.

“They’ll know because of the ring on your finger.”

She sat up, her spine straightening. He couldn’t have said that. “Macon?”

His hand went to her thigh. He tugged her into the position he wanted her. He hooked her legs over his, spreading them wide. She could feel the metal of his right leg holding her open, contrasting with the left, but she’d decided long ago that she adored every inch of Macon and she loved both his legs, flesh or metal. They were both a part of him. Her back was to his chest, her body spread out for him.

His hands moved along her body as though he couldn’t decide what part to focus on. Everywhere he touched her, warmth spread. “I know it’s soon, but I’m going to marry you, Allyson Jones. When you’re ready, we’ll go to Vegas and make a weekend of it, but you will come back with my ring on your finger. You’ll tell me when it’s time to go. Make sure, baby, because there won’t be any going back. This marriage is forever.”

It was all she wanted with him. Forever. It was so selfish. Now was the time to tell him, but she couldn’t. She loved him too much to risk it. He never had to know that they’d started out under false pretenses. It was obvious Ronnie had never mentioned that his sister wasn’t his biological sibling or that she’d never shared a name with him. She’d always addressed Macon as Sarah Rowe since explaining her relationship would have taken up time and possibly given him a reason to reject speaking with her since she had no real legal standing.

She didn’t have to tell him. He would never find out. It was only a little lie that no longer meant anything in the face of how she felt about him. She’d loved Ronnie and her mom, but the pastor had been right. Life was for the living. Ronnie was gone and nothing would bring him back. If the situation hurt Macon too much, he never had to talk about it. She trusted him.

“Can we go on Monday?” They had Mondays off and she was certain if Chef Taggart knew what they were doing he would give them a few days. They could be back for Friday dinner service.

His arms tightened around her. “Are you sure?”

“I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’ve never felt this way. I want to be your wife, your sub, eventually the mother of your babies. I want it all, Macon.”

His mouth was right against her ear. “I want it all, too. You should know though that I’m going back to school. There’s still a lot I don’t know. Sean’s agreed to let me take classes a couple of days a week. I want my certification. I want skins on the wall. I’m serious about this profession, but it means a lot of hard work for the next couple of years.”

“I’ll support you. Whatever we have to do.” She would spend her time learning the business end. She’d always liked organizing things. Macon could be the artist and she would make everything else run. Maybe one day they’d have their own bakery. “It’s you and me.”

They had so little between them. He’d lost everything and she’d never really had anything. So why did she suddenly feel so damn blessed?

“That’s how I like it.” His hand slid down and it seemed to know exactly where it wanted to go this time. The pad of his finger circled her clit. Over and over and around and around. “Give me one. Come for me and then I’ll slide inside you and we’ll both come again. And then you’ll go out and sit down with our friends and they’ll all know I’ve had you, but that’s all right. It’s natural and right for me to have you. You belong to me. You’re my girl.”

“And you belong to me.” He was right about that. It was natural. It certainly felt that way. No other man could melt her inhibitions and take her out of her own head the way he could. She was always thinking, always in motion. She’d been that way since she was a child, but things slowed down when she was with Macon. The world stilled and she could relax, giving over to him.