He moved his trajectory of the whip to her other cheek, giving it the same treatment.
“How many is that?”
“Ten,” Lily answered.
“How many more?”
“Sixteen.”
Shade raised his whip again, that time making her back his target. The whip flew across the room too quick for the eye to catch. Each time the snap of the whip hit her flesh, it sounded throughout the room.
“How many?”
“Twenty.”
“How many more?”
“Six.”
Shade walked back to the wall, flipping her forward so she would be able to witness the last of her punishment. Going back to his position, the whip flew out again, hitting the cords which tied her breasts. Lily moaned. He gave her two more strikes, and she began whimpering.
“If you come, I will stop, and I will sleep on the couch tonight,” Shade threatened. From her reaction, she really didn’t like that threat. “If you deny something I want, I will deny you something you want.” Shade could practically see her trying to gain control of her impending climax. When he saw she had it, he cupped her pussy, rubbing his thumb over the patch which covered it.
Shade unhooked her arms. Taking off the handcuff and chains, he unwound the cords from her breasts, tracing a finger along the faint red lines.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Do you flaunt yourself in front of other men?”
“No.”
“You want to flaunt yourself in front of anyone, I’ll call Knox and invite him and Diamond over.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many more strokes do you deserve?”
“As many as you think I deserve, Sir.”
“That was a good answer. I’ll have to reward you for that one. Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
Lily went to the bed as Shade went to the nightstand, taking out the tube of lubricant before getting on the bed behind her.
“Do you have any idea how much I fantasize about your ass?”
“No, Sir.”
Shade ignored her pussy, squirting the lubrication on her tight hole. Using his finger, he thrust inside, working it gently in. Her hands and legs trembled but when she would have crawled forward, his hand came down on her ass and she froze in place.
He inserted another finger slowly, beginning to finger-fuck her to stretch the tight opening. He moved closer to her from behind, his other hand going to her belly before slipping under the thin string, gliding under the patch to rub her clit. Lily moaned.
“Don’t come,” Shade warned her again.
Removing his fingers from her ass, he put on a condom then placed his cock at the entrance and slid inside her inch by inch, feeling his own climax building to almost an uncontrollable point.
“I’m going to make you beg me for it,” Shade said, sliding inside of her until his balls rested against her. He leaned over her back, his mouth going to her neck. “What do you want me to do?”
“Move … please, move,” Lily pleaded.
“That’s not enough. Give me what I want … and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Fuck me! Please. Please … fuck me.” Lily buried her face in the blanket.
“Eyes, Lily. Turn your head and watch me fuck you.”
Lily’s head tilted to the side, watching as he slid his dick out then pounded it back inside her ass from the mirrors on the wall. A small scream escaped her as he lost control, giving her everything he had, driving himself deep.
Just as he felt himself about to come, he pulled out. Ripping off the condom and her thong, he rammed his cock into her pussy, stroking it roughly inside of her. Her screams intensified as Shade pinched her clit.
“I have to come … please, can I come?”
“Come for me, angel.”
Shade released her clit at the same time he surged forward, grinding his cock inside of her. Unleashing his passions, he spilled his own release in her throbbing pussy.
Lily was crying when he turned her to face him.
“Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
Both of them were on their knees facing each other.
Lily shook as she stared up at him. “Is that what you’ve been holding back from me?”
Shade nodded, waiting for her slap or recriminations for hurting her. She shoved him hard against his chest, toppling him over onto the mattress before leaning over him, lowering her face to his.
“The next time I think you’re holding back on me, I will be the one sleeping on the couch.”
Shade laughed as her long hair fell forward and surrounded them. He lifted a hand, twirling a tendril around his finger. “I promise I won’t hold back with you anymore.”
Content, she dropped to his side, laying her head on his shoulder and placing her hand on his heart.
“I agree with you,” Lily said.
“Of course you do,” he stated arrogantly.
“Don’t you want to know about what?” Lily teased.
“I’m always right, but you can tell me which time you’re talking about,” he teased her back.
“Fifty years won’t be enough time.” Lily rubbed her cheek against his.
Shade lost his good humor.
Turning his head on the mattress, he said, “Don’t joke about that, or at least wait a while before you do. I haven’t recovered from you being in the hospital last time.” His eyes clouded at remembering how close he had come to losing her.
“I won’t.” She glided her hand over his chest, soothing him.
“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” He stared at the bright red bite mark on his shoulder.
“Did you threaten to marry Bliss?”
“I might have, but I was desperate. I had already tried everything else.”
Lily rose up on her elbow. “And did you say you would give our son cheap formula?”
“You already knew I’m a tightwad.” Shade shrugged, moving his shoulder away from her vicious teeth.
“You ass!” Lily’s head fell forward as she burst out laughing.
“You’re not going to say anything about what I said about him joining The Last Riders?”
“Shade, he already belongs. We both do.”
Chapter 96
Shade woke and glanced at the clock before sliding silently out of the bed. Going downstairs, he fixed a bottle before treading back upstairs to the nursery. He opened the door then went to his son’s crib where John was wiggling, his hands waving in the air.
“Daddy’s here.” Shade lifted his son, changed his diaper, and then sat down in the rocking chair. He placed the nipple in John’s searching mouth as his foot set the chair rocking
back and forth.
“You’re getting bigger every day. Your grandpa King brought you a fishing pole by today, said he was going to teach you how to fish.” Shade stared at the different sized colored fish he had painted on the nursery walls.
“Don’t worry; I’ll go with you and show you how to catch them. Your grandpa can’t fish for shit. The only thing he’s ever caught worth keeping was Evie.”
His son stared up at him with sleepy eyes that were now the exact color of Lily’s and King’s. Shade cupped his hand behind John’s head, ruffling the silky black hair.
Shade would never forget the day he had thought his son had been crushed underneath their house. The Last Riders had worked hard to help them rebuild it, only taking three months to complete. He was sure having a baby in the clubhouse had sped up the process. Not one Friday party had taken place while they had stayed there, despite Shade telling them it was unnecessary since he kept Lily and John downstairs. However, no one had wanted to. Instead, they had usually spent the Fridays grilling burgers and hanging out in the television room with the women fighting over who would hold John.
Shade lifted his son to burp him. When John finished, Shade made no attempt to put his son back to bed, cuddling him against his chest as he rocked his son back to sleep.
Staring down at his perfect son, he didn’t have to wonder at the emotion that filled him whenever he shared these private moments. It was contentment.
“You’re going to spoil him,” Lily warned softly from the doorway
“You can’t spoil a baby by holding him too much.” Shade lifted John closer to his chest as Lily came farther into the room, dropping down to the carpet where she rested her head against his leg.
“Do you miss it?”
Shade didn’t have to ask what she was questioning him about. It was their first night in their new home, and you could still hear the noises coming from the clubhouse. Shade was sure they were celebrating not having a baby in the clubhouse anymore.
“No, and if I do, we can always get Evie or Fat Louise to babysit.” He stared down at her with a wicked smile, not missing the shiver that coursed through her body and the tightening of her nipples against her thin gown. “Or I can wait until John’s asleep and tie you up to have my way with you then.”