Throttle Me(71)

“I’m going to go and let you two rest. I don’t want to wake her. I’ll call you later, Joseph.” She stood up and kissed my forehead. She was the only person in the world that I’d let treat me like a child. No matter how many times I told her I wasn’t, she just made it all the more unbearable smothering me with her love.

“Okay, Ma. Thanks.”

“I love you, Joseph. Take care of that one.”

“Love you too, Ma.”

She walked out of the room and I ran my fingers over the bruises on her face. They were brighter in color and more visible than they had been the night before. She began to stir at my touch and her eyes opened and the side crinkled from the smile on her face.

“You stayed?”

“Where else would I go, sugar?”

She closed her eyes and made a sound like I don’t know as she smashed her face in my chest an inhaled. “Can we get out of here?” she asked.

“I’ll go see if I can get the doctor to discharge you. Let me get up.”

She winced as I helped her move out of my arms and climbed off the bed. “You’re going to spend all day in bed when I get you out of here.”

“Ooo, that sounds so sexy.” She laughed and held her side.

“Bad girl, you’re injured – rest only.” I was happy to see that her spirit didn’t vanish with the events of the attack. “Be right back or I’ll break you out of this joint.”

I found a nurse sitting at a desk and pleaded with her to process the paperwork quicker than normal. “You can help her get dressed to speed up the process if you’d like, sir,” the nurse said as she typed on her keyboard.

“Sure, we’ll be waiting, ma’am.” I returned to the room to find Suzy trying to climb out of bed. “What the hell are you doing?” I said, rushing to her side.

“I needed to pee.” She looked up at me with a shy embarrassed smile.

“I’ll help you, sugar. Then we got to get you dressed.”

“Fine. I hate having to need help to walk, City. This is a little ridiculous.”

“It’s what I’m here for. You’re mine and I’m going to take care of you this weekend. No arguments. Got it?” I waited for her reply before taking her hand.

“Yes, sir. I’m yours for the weekend. I thought it would be a bit different, but,” she said without finishing the sentence and shrugged.

“Makes two of us. Come on, sweetheart.” I helped her to the bathroom and then grabbed her clothes. I hit them a couple times to get the dirt off before she dressed.

“I need a shower,” she said as she hobbled out of the bathroom.

“I’ll help you as soon as we get you home.”

“You’re the boss.”

I liked the sound of those words coming out of her mouth. I wouldn’t take any lip from her this weekend. She’s mine.





Mouth Watering Goodness



I settled in my bed, thankful to be home, and watched City as he undressed. I’d never been with a man that I couldn’t stop staring at. I wanted the image etched in my brain. His muscular build and firm chest flexed as he took off his pants. The tattoos on his torso and arms moved and I was mesmerized as if watching a movie. I ached to tug on the bar that hung from his nipple, salivated to taste his flesh, and shivered at the thought of him inside me.

He kicked his pants in the air and caught them. “Don’t look at me like that, sugar.” His shaft bobbed catching my attention, my mouth suddenly felt dry.

I blinked and looked at his face, “Like what? I was just thinking about how skilled you are at catching your pants,” I giggled.

“You just looked at my dick in a way that makes me want to jam it down your throat.” He grinned at me and even though my face hurt, I wanted nothing more than for him to do that to me. “Not today, sugar.”

“Tomorrow?” I raised my eyebrows hoping that I could entice him or at least get a promise of something before the weekend ended.

“We’ll see. I decide when and how. What can I get you?”

“Your cock.” I knew when I said ‘dirty’ words that he couldn’t resist me. If he continued to deny me I sure as hell wouldn’t make it easy on him.

He rubbed his face and muttered something I couldn’t quite make out. “Want something to drink or eat?”

He stood there, buck-naked and mouth wateringly delicious, and waited for my answer. How could I think of water when his beautiful body was on full display? I shook my head and patted the mattress with a crooked smile.

“Tomorrow, sugar.”

A pout hung on my lips, but inside I was happy to at least get a concession. “Good enough. I don’t have anything in the fridge, City. I didn’t think I’d be here much this weekend.” Admitting to an Italian man that you lack even the staples in your pantry isn’t easy.