Fulfilled (11 page)

A tray thumped onto the table, and she flinched. He placed a plate with toast in front of her along with a cup of coffee. His plate was loaded with eggs, sausage, hash browns, and pancakes. Apparently kissing off a woman was best done on a full stomach. She made a pretense of eating and sipped at her coffee while he devoured his breakfast. She thought she might spit up.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. You want kids, and I can’t make any. So we should stop this here before we go any further. I can’t give you everything you need.”

Bloody hell. That’s what this was about. He was sterile and thought it was the deal breaker. He had to have considered it the night before. He’d noticed her connection with Nathan, knew of her career choice, so the likelihood was there. But he’d had sex with her anyhow. So either he was a horndog, or he couldn’t help himself because all that stuff he’d said about attraction or wanting her was true. She wanted to believe the latter. Heck, she did believe it because she felt the same way. And now he was pulling that crap about what she needed and what was best for her. Bullshit. There, she’d sworn. That was his fault, too. Mixed messages were not okay, and she itched to slap him. This was about hurt man pride and pricked ego. One didn’t need a lot of experience to see that truth from a mile away.

“Good morning, Jon. And Lois. I see you pushed up the dating schedule, Jon.” Patrick’s voice would freeze the gates of hell open.

She didn’t give Jonathon the opportunity to answer. “I share the responsibility, Master Patrick. I wanted this. And there were no Lifestyle components involved because I have yet to see your physician.”

Patrick stared at her, but his face softened, and his eyes weren’t quite so arctic. She hastened to finish. “But while it was all quite wonderful I really need to head home. Jonathon has turned out to be one of the least forward-thinking men I know, and a cowardly one to boot.”

She pushed to her feet and picked up the pace, heading anywhere but here. She just poked the bear. It was the right thing to do, but a sense of astonishment at her temerity, fuelled by a delicious sense of fear, made her sex clench and draw up. She’d thrown the gauntlet down and needed no weapons to defend herself. She instinctively knew not to try to reassure Jonathon, convince him she could manage without children if only she had him. He was stubborn and being stupid about it. All that high-minded drivel about not giving her what she needed…She wondered if she should run or just walk quickly. Graham’s admonishment about respect and ass paddling came back to her. She walked quickly and kept her ears open, ready to adjust her gait. It wouldn’t do to take this out onto the street.

Jon had been beat on by lots of guys over the years, punks figuring they could make a name for themselves by taking him down. He’d survived SEAL training and a couple of wars. He felt kind of invincible when one got down to it, arrogant and proud. His only weakness, and he’d never considered it to be a weakness until now, was his sterility. It was a tasteless joke about teenage boys catching the mumps and their balls swelling bigger than their necks. It’d been an awful time, painful and embarrassing, uncomfortable, but he’d survived. In his carefree, careless youth afterward, going bareback without worrying about knocking up his girlfriends was a bonus. He’d smartened up, been safe when his dad explained the concept of STDs to him with his clenched fist. His momma talked about pride going before a fall, and he’d just gone off the precipice. He knew Lois wanted kids. He knew before he asked, but he’d had her first because he couldn’t deny himself. And now he’d hurt her by presuming, making an assumption. He’d been sure it was true, that he was doing the right thing by her until the little wench called him out. Leveled him in front of his boss. Holy shit. Fuck.

Patrick looked incredulous. Silence reigned. He stared at Jon and burst into laughter. Jordan and Emily looked up in shock. Jon was grateful Lois had kept her voice down. Patrick would keep his mouth shut and trot the event out only when he wanted to knock Jon down a peg or two. He stood and glared at his boss. “Excuse me. I have a sub to deal with.”

“No medical, Jon.”

“Fuck the medical, Patrick. You know she doesn’t need a medical. She’ll need a cushion to sit on for the next week or so, but she won’t need a doctor.”

Patrick shrugged and didn’t bother to hide his smirk. Jon went after Lois. And if Maurice was anywhere in the vicinity he’d deal with him, too.

He pounded through the halls and down the stairs, catching her twenty feet from the front door. She shrieked when he whirled her around and threw her over his shoulder. Her purse fell to the floor, the contents spraying every which way. She wouldn’t need her purse. She wouldn’t need anything but him for the next while.

He ignored her protests and feeble attempts to escape, bearing her slight weight to his quarters. He shouldered his way in, kicked the door closed and dumped his furious package on the bed. It was a simple task to strip her. She wriggled like an eel when he pinned her with one hand on her belly and used his superior strength to yank her clothes off. He put her into a kneeling position on the floor and shoved her head onto his boots. She crouched there, passive and silent. Her attitude soothed him, and his outrage calmed. He was still too angry with himself to punish her and his cock made a sly alternative suggestion.

Jon fisted his left hand in her hair and drew her upright on her knees. She didn’t look repentant. Not at all. She looked a little wary, watchful perhaps, and annoyed. He wasn’t in the mood to discuss it with her. He freed his cock with his other hand, and it sprang upward, right in front of her face. Her eyes crossed comically, but his sense of humor was on vacation.

“What is your safe word?”

“Nanny.”

Oh, she was so going to regret that little jab. “Open your mouth, Lois, and follow my instructions.”

She set her lips for an instant then parted them.

“Wider.”

When he judged he could set the cockhead on that pillowy bottom lip he put it there.

“Close around me.”

The sight of her obeying, feeling those soft lips applying a gentle pressure, softened his resolve. He pushed it down. This was a lesson for them both. “Watch your little teeth.”

He fed her his aching flesh. She had no idea what she was doing, and he loved her for it. She gagged and her eyes ran, but she wasn’t a quitter. He told her to breathe through her nose and relax. She struggled but accommodated a considerable piece of him.

“Use your tongue. Explore me. And suck. C’mon, Lois. Show me you can do this.”

He used her mouth until he was certain her jaw ached. Saliva leaked from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin to drip to her breasts and he warned her to keep her hands on her thighs. It was a highly erotic sight.

“Swallow on me. Swallow me down, little one.”

She did as he bid her, and he let himself come in ropy spurts down her throat. He moaned, despite himself. She choked and swallowed frantically. As he pulled from that warm, wet heat, towering above her, he didn’t miss the satisfied look in her eyes. Her lashes quickly veiled it, but it’d been there. Definitely a dual lesson.

When he was sure she was able to breathe properly, he pulled her up and transferred her across his lap in the same smooth movement, trapping her legs between his. An arm across her shoulders immobilized her. Her ass was sweetly curved, vulnerable. He smoothed a palm over the soft skin and eased a finger between her legs. Wet. Blowing him worked her up. His cock raised a feeble high five against her belly.

“Twenty, Lois. No safe word. You’ll trust me to know your limits. I’ve apparently used up my quotient for stupidity.”

He cracked her a good one, and followed it up with two more, arching his hand to mitigate the actual impact, but the noise was impressive. She lurched and yelped. He smacked her harder by the ten count, and there were no further protests, although she clenched against the blows. He would teach her not to another time. Her pussy was soft and wet when he inserted his hand between her thighs. He pulled some of that moisture through her sodden folds and over her perineum to paint her puckered opening. That touch she did protest, if faintly, and he desisted. He’d given her a hint of what she might expect in the future, and that was his intent.

The final five spanks were meant to sting, and they did, her flesh reddening significantly. But she was adrift on endorphins, sobbing with pain and moaning with passion, trying to rub her pussy against his jeans, steal an orgasm. How quickly she’d learned, become a creature of decadent passion. Jon wasn’t going to allow her to come, however. This was correction.

He blew across her abused flesh, and she shivered. He lowered her to the floor again, tucking himself back into his jeans. She knelt, propped against his calf, and he stroked her hair. Her head inched upward, and she cautiously looked at him through the tangled skeins. She blinked and swallowed, her throat working in much the same way it had when she swallowed his cum. Jon instantly wanted her again and forced himself to look impassive.

“Sir?” There it was. She wasn’t going to call him by his title, not yet. She wanted to be certain he’d figured it out. Well, lesson learned.

“Say it.”

“You’re damn arrogant.”

Holy shit. He hoped for her to beg his pardon.

“And it makes your thinking narrow.” She spoke clearly.

“You might want to explain that, Lois, and make it good or you’ll be over my lap again.”

Her chocolate eyes didn’t reflect any worry or concern. Instead they sparked with arousal. He’d need to be more creative with discipline in the future. He liked this little spark of rebellion.

“You didn’t give me the option of responding to your news. You asked me if I wanted kids. I do. So you pushed me away because
you
feared rejection! That’s not how it works, Jonathon. Sir. Maybe that’s how things go in this world, but I doubt it. In matters of the heart there’s always an option, a compromise. Even I know that. You didn’t give me a chance.”

“You want kids. I can’t see you as complete without one.” He strove to keep the pain from his voice.

“And if I hadn’t met you until I was fifty? Sixty? What then? A little late, don’t you think? Did you consider I might accept you regardless? That you’d be enough for me once I knew? Of course not. You’re the big, bad Dom. Bullshit.”

Holy shit. She was kicking his ass again.

“Language, Lois. I won’t tolerate it.”

“Bullshit.” There were tears now, anger mixed with sadness. She sobbed once, deep in her chest. “I thought you were rejecting me because I wasn’t enough. You’re gorgeous, and I’m nothing. I’m nearly forty, and you’re a lot younger. I thought you were slumming and wanted out. But this is about
you
! And it’s selfish.”

He gathered her up and held her close, mindful of her reddened ass. “Shhh, sweetheart. You’re worth two of me. More. I admit it. I’m a guy, and it freaked me out to think I couldn’t give you everything you need. I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

She cried for a long time. He knew it was a combination of her first correction, his earlier unconscionable behavior, and relief. He was feeling overwhelmed himself. When she hiccupped into silence, he patted her face dry with a wad of tissues and held them for her to blow her nose. She was a red, shiny mess, and he dared hope she belonged to him.

Lois breathed through the burn and concentrated on the rush of dark pleasure. Jonathon worked the plug deeper into her anus, murmuring encouragement, praising the way she relaxed to take it, until it was seated as deep as it could go. He had been slowly stretching her back entrance for days now, first with a narrow wand, because his fingers were on a scale with the rest of him, but she’d finally been able to accept two of his digits. The forbidden, edgy pleasure of something hard and unforgiving in place there while he licked her to orgasm was indescribable, although he made her tell him in filthy, explicit detail. The soliloquy was often delivered in a voice she barely recognized as her own toward the end as she crested, her thighs clamping convulsively around the smooth, soft skin of his head. Unless he tied her down, immobilizing her legs and giving him the opportunity to direct the activity, prolong her orgasm or replicate it. Her throat hurt from screaming it raw after number three, and she tended to slip away on number four.

Sex was now the tasty treat, the banquet, and the dessert she craved incessantly. Two weeks with Jonathon, some of it spent in his quarters, draped over or attached to every piece of furniture he owned, introduced her to every variation of sexual activity known to mankind and maybe some species she’d yet to meet. He played her body with exquisite precision, and when she could make her eyes open, the feral intent on his features sometimes frightened her. Until she saw the pleasure and love in the depths of his eyes.

She’d confided her teenage fantasy about
The Saracen Blade
and told him the story in increments, lying in his arms at night before well-earned rest. He told her any Saracen worth his salt would use her ass, and she’d shuddered with arousal laced with fear. The preparation of that orifice began the next morning.

“Okay, sweetheart?

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me.”

“It stretches and drags, burns, too. I like it. It pulls in my belly.”

“My cock is bigger. It’ll fill you up, sweetheart. I’m gonna use you well.”

Her pussy pulsed and moistened in response. He rolled her onto her back, and the extra pressure on the plug made her eyes water before she adjusted. He grinned down at her evilly, and her eyes traced his beloved features. She wondered if she knew anyone as well as she thought she knew him. Their close proximity forced openness and sharing, something she wasn’t used to, but she went with it wholeheartedly. She told Jonathon everything about her life and all the crap attached to it. In turn he shared with her, making her laugh helplessly at his stories about his three brothers and their escapades. He was the second oldest and the only one who’d enlisted. The rest worked in Michigan, settled in Dearborn, not too far from his parents. He assured her his family would be accepting of their relationship, and his confidence reassured her immensely. She was afraid they’d resent an older woman involved with their son and brother. When they weren’t talking and sharing, they were having sex. Actually, Jonathon did sexual things to her, with and without her permission, pushing her boundaries and introducing her to hedonistic pleasure.