Luscious(36)

“I wasn’t ever going to play with him. I was going to let him train with me,” she corrected.

“Spanking bench. Now.”

Shit. She should have known he was going to want his discipline time. She definitely knew better than to argue with the Dom. Macon’s shoulders had straightened, his voice deepening despite the hoarseness there. He was moving into Master mode and he was hungry for some play.

She looked at the contraption and cursed Ian Taggart for having such a well stocked home. She was likely going to be sore tomorrow.

And she would love it. She would stretch and feel that little ache and remember how close they’d gotten, how much she’d pleased her Master and he’d pleased her.

With only a bit of awkwardness, she managed to mold her body to the spanking bench. It placed her ass high in the air, gave her a padded resting place for her shins and forearms but allowed her breasts to dangle. All in all, as torture devices went, it was pretty dang comfy.

“I want one of these. Look at that.” He was standing behind her, studying her ass, and it was obvious he liked what he saw. “This is awfully convenient.”

His big palms cupped her cheeks.

She breathed, dragging air into her lungs because her body was already preparing for him. “What am I being punished for, Master? The lie?”

His hand stilled. “No. I forgive you for the lie if you forgive me for ignoring your very reasonable requests. I’m so sorry for that.”

He’d been scared. So had she. “You’re forgiven, babe. Both of those actions brought us here, so I wouldn’t take either one back.”

“You’re being punished for bringing that man between us. Never again, Allyson.”

“I thought you were leaving,” she pointed out. It was good to know he could get jealous, too.

“I thought I was, too, but now I can clearly see that had more to do with me than you, baby.” His fingers ran up the length of her spine. “I think I would have come back. I don’t know how long it would have taken, but I would have come back to you after I pulled my head out of my ass. Would I have found you with that asshole Dom?”

Oh, he had it bad. “I’ll get you a copy of my contract.”

“You signed a fucking contract with him?” He knelt down beside her, his eyes flaring. Yep, Macon was letting his anger flow. She wouldn’t be surprised if the man didn’t go all green and Hulky on her.

So she decided to stay calm and pleasant. “I did. I signed an ironclad contract stating I wouldn’t have sex with the man and no intimate touching.”

He sighed and stood again. “So he gets to live. Let’s never do this again, Allyson. My heart can’t take it. Big Tag was right. I can feel my blood pressure ticking up. I can only think of one way to relax again.”

She could imagine what that was. And then she didn’t have to imagine because a loud smack filled the room. Her backside lit up and her whole body seemed braced for the storm.

“No matter what happens, you can’t put another man between us.” He slapped her ass again and again.

Though she knew he was angry, every smack was controlled. He didn’t hit the same place twice and every bit of the slight pain he gave her morphed into heat and anticipation.

“I will never walk out on you again, Ally. I swear that to you.” He spanked her again, but he was slowing down. Each smack was punctuated with a caress. His free hand moved to her pussy, sliding through her ever more aroused female parts. “We can fight it out, but I won’t leave you and I won’t be such a massive tool.”

She had to smile. He was educable. “You were an asshole this morning.”

He lifted her off the bench in a show of strength that made her gasp. Before she could protest, he tossed her on the bed. “I was. I’m sorry, baby. I was such a jerk that I didn’t even taste your pie or anything you made me. Will you bake for me again?”

“You’re the chef, Macon. I was only trying stuff out.”

“From my mom’s book.”

She nodded. “It made me feel close to you.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Let’s try them all out together. Since I started working at Top, I’ve been dealing with much more complex recipes, but I want to make everything my mom made. I want to do that with you.”

She nodded. “I will. Come here, Master. I need you.”

He got out of his jeans and then sat on the bed, pulling his artificial leg off with a sigh. She got on her knees and watched him. She had no idea how the world had handled him when he was in one piece because the “damaged” version of Macon was almost too beautiful to look at.

“Only you, baby. Only you can make me feel this way.” He turned, catching her and flipping them both over. “I want to give Tristan a cousin. I want every tie I can have with you.”

She wasn’t getting any younger and neither was he. She wanted that family she saw at night in her dreams. “Yes, Master.”

He was on top of her, separating her legs and fitting himself to her. “I like the sound of that. I love that you’re my submissive, but I think I’ll like calling you my wife even more.”

His hips thrust up, joining them. She was slick and wet, receiving him as easily as she could. He was so big inside. Her man filled her up and she loved how she had to wriggle to truly take him. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust up, impaling her on his cock. He stopped and gave her a moment to get used to him.

“I missed you. I missed this so much.” He lay on top of her, giving her every delicious ounce of his weight.

“I was so lonely without you.” Years she’d spent alone, but it was only when this man left her that she’d truly understood how empty she could feel.

“You feel so good. So right. Nothing ever felt as right as being inside you.” He held himself still against her, taking her mouth under his. His tongue plunged in a show of what was to come.

Slowly, his hips began to move. They found the rhythm his tongue set before he broke off the kiss and rose above her.

“I’ll never get tired of watching you come. Come for me, baby. I want to watch you light up.” He thrust in harder and faster, his pelvis grinding against her clit. His cock moved inside, searching until he found the right spot.

Ally felt her eyes widen and she didn’t try to stop the shout that came from her throat as Macon’s cock glided over that perfect spot and she came. The world seemed to fall away and there was only pleasure. She moved with him, trying to get every drop of sensation to be had.

Macon watched her, his eyes holding hers until his body stiffened and he thrust in short strokes. His head fell forward as he fucked her hard and then ground down. She could feel heat flowing from him to her.

He sagged against her, but kept them connected as though he couldn’t stand the thought of not being inside her. He buried his face against her neck as Ally let the sweetness of afterglow flow across her.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His hoarse voice got to her.

“I only feel this way around you.” She smoothed his hair back, reveling in the fact that this big gorgeous man was all hers. She had to ask him about that rasp though. “What happened to your voice?”

He cupped her face, kissing her forehead like she was something to be worshipped. “I finally cried, baby. I finally let it out. I don’t know that I’m through. I’m still angry about a lot of things, but I know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She held on to him. “I’ll help you. We might not have a lot, but we’ve got each other, baby.”

“Yes, a place to stay, a car, and three and a quarter legs,” he whispered against her skin. He chuckled. “We’ve got it all.”

Maybe not all, but it was more than enough to build a future on.