Somebody's Angel (#5 in a Military Romance / BDSM Romance series) (Rescue Me) (42 page)

He stroked her belly, which remained hard for at least ten minutes. That was the most incredible orgasm she’d had in months. Maybe forever. Her body relaxed into the mattress. She wanted to reach down and stroke his hair, touch him, but hadn’t been given permission to move her hands yet.

As he removed the thigh cuffs on the harness, she asked, “May I move my hands, Sir?”

The worry on his face caused her to sigh. “Of course. Are they hurting? Numb?”

“No. I just need to touch you.”

His body relaxed, and he nodded. Karla reached down to guide him up to join her on the pillow, and then she chose to snuggle against his chest instead. Her hand stroked his nips, inside the sultan’s robe. The man didn’t have an ounce of flab, even after being retired from the Corps for years. His pecs were like satin on steel. Unable to resist, she propped herself up on her elbow and pulled the robe open to reveal the object of her ministrations. His nip was hard when she pinched it and grew even harder between her thumb and forefinger. Glancing down his body, she saw that wasn’t the only thing that was hard.

Forming her plan of retaliatory attack, she bent over him and took his rock-hard nipple into her mouth, sucking gently. His hand went to the back of her head and held her there. God, she loved when he took control of her head. Needing no encouragement, she flicked her tongue against the peak.

“That feels so fucking good, Kitten.”

She smiled before nipping at him gently with her teeth. His hips jolted. She enjoyed when he lost control, and his using the F-bomb in addition to the unexpected body movements were a clear indication he’d missed her as much as she’d missed him—and his censors were off. It didn’t happen often enough but gave her hope of one day having rough sex with him again before she became a grandmother. Oh, too late for that. Marisol’s arrival soon after the wedding made that a reality already.

Damn it, I want it rough, Sir!

If Adam didn’t have such a tight rein on himself at all times, she’d be sitting astride him right now but knew from past attempts that would shut the scene down immediately and win her a couple of swats on the butt with his belt. She really didn’t like the belt, so she’d behave. More or less.

Karla pinched his other nip a few times until it became swollen, too, and then glided her hand across his six-pack abs to the sexy valley leading the way to any number of carnal delights.

She didn’t stop, continuing to stroke his skin as she neared his lower abdomen. His hips made an imperceptible movement, and his cock nodded its approval. She licked her lips. Unable to resist, she straddled him, facing away, and lowered her lips to his cock. Salty precum greeted her, and she greedily took him inside her mouth.

Her large belly rested lightly on his abdomen, pinning him down. She knew he’d will himself to lie still so as not to jar the babies. She smiled when she felt his fingers playing with her pussy lips.

“This position isn’t going to work, Kitten. Your Dom wants his mouth on that pussy he owns.”

She giggled, and his cock bobbed out of her mouth. “Your pussy is quite satisfied and can wait, Your Excellency. Right now, your slave girl has work to do elsewhere.”

“Who’s in charge here?” He inserted his fingers into her tight and very wet pussy.

“Oh, you are, of course, Sir!” She giggled. His cock bobbed again, and she took him inside her mouth once more. He groaned and tilted his hips slightly to give her easier access. He wanted her to be in charge at the moment, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“I’m enjoying the view, Kitten.”

She wiggled her ass at him and clenched her vaginal muscles around his fingers, causing him to emit a low growl. Her pussy grew wetter for him. Frustrated that he wasn’t filling her with something a lot bigger than his fingers, her mouth took him deeper. He hissed and grabbed her hips. Oh, god. She needed him inside her.

Turning as quickly as she could with her lumbering body, she faced him and lowered her pussy over his cock until her pelvis rested on his.

“Karla—” His expression of displeasure and growl of warning nearly caused her to obey, but it felt so good to have him close to being inside her again.

“Sir, I can’t stand it anymore! You’ve teased me mercilessly. I need you to fill my emptiness. Please don’t deny me this, Your Excellency. Your weak and humble servant needs to feel your hard cock inside her. Now, Sir.”

She impaled herself on him and couldn’t move as the fullness of Adam overwhelmed her. It had been so long. She closed her eyes, unable to take the censure in his eyes. Something so right couldn’t be wrong. Lifting herself up, holding her belly with both arms to cradle the precious cargo inside, she pulled away and dropped herself onto him again, savoring the friction of his cock rubbing against her neglected portal.

“Karla, stop! You’ll hurt the babies!”

She shook her head. “The babies are fine.
I’m
fine. Please.” She pleaded, near tears. “Don’t stop.”

“I haven’t started anything; you have.”

True enough. He wasn’t moving at all. How could he just lie there like that?

Because he didn’t want her. She’d grown as big as a whale, and her body would only get bigger as the months of this pregnancy went on.

Tears of frustration slid down her cheeks. She didn’t want him to see her cry.
Damn these fucking hormones
.

“And, no, I won’t watch my language!”

“What language?”

She rolled away from him, curling into a ball on the other side of the enormous bed. Wracking sobs soon overtook her. Clearly this wasn’t about his concern for their babies. He just didn’t find her sexually attractive anymore.

Adam’s strong fingers caressed her arm before he pulled her hair away from her neck and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Are you okay, Kitten? Did I hurt you?”

“Only my feelings.”

“Stop crying.” He stroked the back of her head and softened his tone. “You know I can’t stand it when you cry.” She brushed his hand away. “Let’s just cuddle tonight. I don’t need to get off.”

Exactly what she didn’t need to hear. Another flood of tears poured out. Adam loved having sex. He thrived on rough sex. He just didn’t want to have it with her. When he pressed his hard body against her backside, she tried to scoot away, but he hauled her back against him by grabbing onto her thigh. His hard penis pressed against her butt crack. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Maybe he’d make love to her.

But all too soon his hand splayed over the babies and wrapped her in his warmth. “There. Doesn’t that feel better? Let’s just get some sleep. We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow.”

His rejection crushed her, but she didn’t even try to talk to him about it. The thought of driving down to see Cassie held no appeal anymore, but they had promised to follow Angelina home. Snow was predicted tonight and tomorrow, and Adam worried about her getting through the mountain passes, but she’d insisted on this long overdue visit with her friend. Who knew when she’d get there again?

July and this delivery couldn’t get here soon enough. She was ready to begin the motherhood stage—and to get her body back in shape so she could be the wife Adam needed.

But what about her needs? When she’d accepted his offer to be his sub and had been collared by him during their honeymoon, perhaps she hadn’t fully understood what she was agreeing to. Despite being at the club for months, the role of Dom and sub had been very private to each couple she’d observed and not information she was privy to as the club’s entertainer.

One thing she’d discovered from hearing Angelina talk about her regrets in her relationship problems with Marc was that communication was a two-way street. Clearly, Adam wasn’t very good at negotiating or communicating either. He got off on Master Sergeant headspace rather than Master Adam headspace. Damn it, she wasn’t one of his Marines, even though she was feeling more like his subordinate than his submissive. As she’d grown stronger in her understanding of this lifestyle, she’d hoped to take a more active role as Adam’s sub.

Despite her decision to let it drop, she couldn’t resist. “Isn’t a good Dom supposed to see to the needs of his sub?”

“Of course. That’s a Dom’s main responsibility. Did I not just give you an orgasm?”

“Yes. Thank you, Sir.” She averted her gaze. “But when you collared me, you promised to help me learn and grow as your submissive. To
negotiate
with me.”

His body tensed. “What are you getting at?”

“I want you to be my Dom.”

“I
am
your Dom.”

“I want you to be a Dom like you would be a Dom to another sub at the club.”

“What the fuck does that mean? What we have is much more special than anything I could have with any other sub in the world, much less the club.”

That sounded encouraging, at least. “Thank you, Sir.” Her heart pounded at the thought of calling him on where his mastery of her was lacking, but she wouldn’t back down now. “But we haven’t really negotiated for months. You just dictate what’s what and never ask me what I want.”

“Being your Dom isn’t about giving you what you want. We agreed Christmas morning to negotiate until we knew each other’s needs. I know your hard limits. I’ve learned to read your body language, so I’ve learned what you enjoy and what your needs are from observing you.”

She drew a deep breath. “No, you haven’t—unless you’re totally blind. You’re projecting
your
needs onto me.” Maybe she’d been hanging around Savannah too long with the psychobabble.

She rolled onto her back, forcing him to move toward the middle of the bed. The confusion and hurt in his eyes gave her pause, but she needed to get this out. And he needed to hear it. “Adam, stop assuming you know what I need. Ask me. Listen to me. You’re not my Master Sergeant. You’re not clairvoyant. You’re my Dom. I think it’s time for some new negotiations.” In reality, they’d never negotiated much of anything. His intense gaze became too much for her, and she turned her face away.

Adam forced her to look at him by lifting her chin. “Kitten, what’s really going on here?” He stroked her arm and drew her closer. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s really troubling you.”

When her chin began to shake, she pulled back and turned onto her side again, away from him. He hadn’t asked her to express her feelings in so long that she wasn’t prepared to now.

He swatted her butt, not nearly hard enough to excite her and definitely not the way he used to spank her when she displeased him. He didn’t care anymore.

“That question wasn’t a suggestion for you to answer or not, Kitten. Answer me. Now. What’s going on?”

She tried to grin but failed miserably. In a quiet voice, she asked, “Do you still find me attractive?”

Adam ground his pelvis against her butt, and she felt his erection. “Does that answer your question?” Yes, in true Adam fashion. But getting an erection was a natural reaction from his body, not the willing response of his mind finding her sexy anymore.

“Sir, why can’t you see that I’m aching for you to take me the way you used to?”

His body stiffened—not the way she liked—and he pulled away. “Kitten, we’ve talked about that. You know why I’m not going to have rough sex until after you’ve gotten the go-ahead from Doc Palmer—after the babies arrive.”

“But Doctor Palmer said there was no reason we couldn’t enjoy an active sex life, just like before.”

“I doubt Doctor Palmer knows just how
active
our sex life was.” He reached around her and pinched her nipple. Karla hissed at the unexpected pain. “See? Your body has changed. You aren’t into pain. I’d hurt you. I’m meeting your needs as they exist today, seven months into your pregnancy. This has nothing to do with whether I find you sexy or not. One of my main roles as your Dom and as your husband is to make sure you’re protected and safe.”

So he
didn’t
find her sexy anymore? Or did protecting her from herself trump both of their libidos? His words served only to confuse her more. “You always have protected me, Adam, and made me feel safe, ever since I was sixteen.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat but wasn’t going to back down now. “Adam, I need something different now, too. I need to know you desire me physically, even if I look like a beached whale.” Lying on her side like this, taking up more than her share of the king-sized bed, just made it even more apparent. “I want to please you, and I know you are just as frustrated as I am with this ridiculous freeze on sex.”

She rolled onto her back once more and turned faced him. “I need this, Adam. I have these raging hormones right now that have made me hornier than ever. I even talked with Sage at the club, and she felt the same way at this stage in both of her pregnancies. She has two perfectly healthy children now. I know having such strong sexual urges doesn’t make a bit of sense, because our bodies aren’t trying to procreate. But it is what it is.”

Adam sighed, and she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. After a very long time, he finally spoke. “When do you see Doctor Palmer again?”

She tried not to get her hopes up. “Not until after Damián’s wedding.”

“Let me talk with her, and we’ll see what we can do safely.”

His “let’s wait and see” attitude sounded like a perfect parental non-response and definitely wasn’t the “let’s do it” Karla had hoped for.

She knew there must be fire in her eyes, but she’d had it. With lumbering movements, she pushed herself up to a seated position and leaned against the headboard, crossing her arms, which rested on the top of her swollen belly. One of the babies kicked her, and she lifted her arm off of the little darling, not wanting to disturb its sleep. “Don’t treat me like a child, Adam. I understand why this scares you, after what happened with your son, but Doctor Palmer assured me that was a fluke, an accident, and had nothing to do with you and Joni having rough sex. You know I’d never do anything selfish that would jeopardize the health and well-being of our babies.”

“I never said you were being selfish.”

“No, but it was implied.”

“Not intentionally. Just hold out another month until I have a talk with the Doc.”