His eyes narrowed up at her.
“Good boy,” she crooned, caressing his jaw when he didn’t answer.
Lifting her foot, she swung her legs over his until she was standing over him. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she rose up and down, rubbing her crotch over his dick in quick, teasing movements. Her long black hair tumbled over her face, thankfully hiding her expression. She could feel her center becoming slick and needy. Her movements were teasing her as much as Shade.
Rolling her hips, she gave a ragged sigh, forcing herself to get her own desire in check the way Shade was doing.
Sinking down on him with a last roll of her hips, she tightened her thighs around him as she reached for the floor. Situating her hands so they could bear her weight, she loosened her legs, flipping her lower body over.
On her hands, she tossed her hair back, glancing up at Shade. He was staring fixated on her bottom.
“Don’t you want to spank me?” she goaded him, wanting to break his silence.
His lips went into a thin line. Despite her taunt, he stayed still.
“You’re being so good.”
Taking a deep breath, she bravely slid her hand intimately between her thighs to her crotch, running her hand over her panties twice before turning over and sitting on the floor. She then brought her hands to her hips, teasingly sliding her panties downward while jutting her hips upward so she could remove them. Lily was proud of her dexterity as she maneuvered the panties over one heel and then the other, flashing her crotch each time.
Gripping the panties in the hook of her finger, she fluidly rose to stand, taking the step necessary to bring her closer to Shade.
Hooking another finger inside the other leg hole, she slung the panties around his head to rest at his neck. Tightening her fingers, she pulled herself even closer to Shade’s mouth, placing a lingering kiss on the sensuous curve.
“How am I doing? Am I being naughty enough for you?” she breathed the question against his lips. Then, draping herself over his body, she ground her pussy down onto his rock-hard bulge. “Or do you want more?”
His jaw tensed.
Giving him another kiss at his restraint, she left the panties hanging off his neck as she moved both her hands behind her back to unfasten her bra. Letting it fall to the floor, she slid down his body until she was back on her knees between his legs.
Carefully unbuttoning his jeans, she lowered the straining zipper. Parting the material of his jeans, she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. Without giving him any warning, she then sucked the head inside her mouth as she stroked his thighs.
Through her lashes, she saw him grip the sides of his chair.
Parting his jeans wider, she gave swirls across the head of his cock before she slipped it out of her mouth then kissed the tattoo on his pelvis.
“Did I do as good as Chasity?”
She smiled against his skin at his frustrated groan at not being able to talk.
“You didn’t think I found out about her, did you? I’ve even seen her shopping in town a few times.” Gliding her mouth to Shade’s other hip, she pressed another kiss on the tattoo that had been inked into his flesh there. “She’s even the reason you had the stripper pole installed in the clubhouse before you met me.
“Is it a sin I’m jealous of her?” Lily rested her cheek on the skin she had just kissed. “Because I am. I’m jealous of every woman you’ve ever made love with, because I’m waiting for the day that I wake up and find that our life and everything in it was just a beautiful dream. A dream that every day I wake up afraid to find out never existed.” Raising her cheek, she skimmed over his skin back to his penis. “Then I touch you, and I’m given another day of my madness.”
She lovingly slid her mouth down the length of his cock. “I’d rather be insane”—she gave a self-mocking laugh—“in a padded room than living without you.”
As she took his cock into her mouth, she felt the coiled tension in his body, his muscles in his thighs bunching under her hands as if he were restraining himself from reaching for her.
He wasn’t the only one affected as she tantalized him with the slow stroke of her tongue, sucking him farther into her mouth.
Scooching closer to him on her knees, she rubbed the tips of her breasts on his thighs as she tried to drive Shade as crazy as she believed herself to be.
She looked up at him through her lashes. His expression rose alarm bells in her head as she sucked on his cock.
Shade was a master of control. Several times in their marriage, she had come close to breaking his control… or just as much he would let her. This time, however, she somehow managed to bypass the control he exerted on himself.
Desire blazed down at her from his blue eyes, promising retaliation when her domination of him ended.
Deliberately, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. “Daddy looks mad at me.”
His face went harsh. “I’m not your fucking daddy.”
Giving a plaintive sigh, she stood up fluidly, stepping away from him.
“You talked, and I was having so much fun.” Pretending to complain, she put a firm hand on his shoulder as she walked around him, her fingers going to the panties that were draped around his neck. Pulling them taut, she lowered her head to whisper in his ear, “Feel free to use my safe word if you want to. No? I thought Dom’s liked to be called daddy? I know you’re not my daddy. You’re my husband. Or are you? I could be dreaming all of this. Am I?”
When he remained silent this time, she bit down on his earlobe.
“You’re being a good husband.”
Releasing the panties, she crouched down at his feet again. Curling her hand around his hard shaft, she took him in her mouth again. This time, she didn’t tease and torment him.
Tightening her hand as she sucked on him, she quit playing, giving him the friction and suction he needed. He was gripping his chair so hard she was afraid he was going to break it into pieces.
“I love your taste.”
Shade thrust his cock upward, telling her to stop talking the only way he could.
Going farther down on him, she adjusted to his thrusts, aware that he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm her.
Loosening her grip on his cock, she moved her hand to his sack, giving a gentle pinch while at the same time grazing her teeth over him. He almost came off the chair.
Going faster, she started caressing his sack, taking him as deeply as she could. Squeezing him with her throat muscles, she felt him swell even thicker as he thrust harder into her mouth.
Glancing upward, she saw the unmistakable love staring back at her as he climaxed, his body convulsing underneath her touch.
Lily gave a satisfied smile as she got to her feet. “Are you ready for your present?”
Seeing the puzzled frown on his forehead, she laughed.
“The lap dance and blowjob weren’t your presents. This is.” Naked, she took a couple of steps backward then lowered herself back to her knees. “I love you, and there isn’t another man on God’s green earth I would do this for… other than you.”
Dropping her head, she was about to place her forehead on the floor when she felt herself jerked upward into Shade’s arms. Automatically, she circled her legs around his waist as he kissed her with unrestrained passion.
Gasping, she tore her mouth free. She had never seen Shade so visibly shaken.
“You had to go in my private chest to get those panties.”
“Yes, I did,” she admitte
d, knowing exactly what kind of trouble she was going to be in with her husband. That was why she had done it. “What are you going to do about it?”
CHAPTER 8
Shade wanted to laugh at Lily’s deliberate attempt to get herself a spanking. Any other time, he would have taken her up on the present she was trying to gift him, but the fear she had expressed about being insane had shaken him to his core.
He had overheard her once before talking to Jo.
“You’re very happy, aren’t you?”
Lily stopped jiggling a playful elephant at the wistfulness in Jo’s voice that she hadn’t been able to hide. Her violet eyes raised to hers. “So much that I get afraid sometimes.”
“Why?”
Lily gave a graceful shrug. “That Shade will wake up one day and realize he doesn’t love me, that another woman can give him what I can’t.” As she talked, she looked down and ran a hand over the delicate tattoo of forget-me-nots that was on the underside of her forearm. “It’s kind of surreal how happy I am. It can’t last forever, can it?”
Lily still didn’t believe what they had would last. Couples that had been raised in loving families had the same fears about their relationships, but Lily’s traumatic childhood magnified hers.
He hadn’t been a boy scout either in his past. She witnessed what life he had lived, despite his attempts to shield her. Regrettably, it was inevitable that she still heard and was hurt by stories that were circulated around town.
Carrying her across the dance floor, he sat her ass down on the bar, using his boot to shove the barstools out of the way. Putting a hand on each side of her, he concluded he was never going to be able to convince his wife with words that what they had was going to last. He had to convince her another way, one she would know deep down in her soul that was real despite her anxiety telling her it wasn’t.
Grazing her lips with his, he forced himself to step away from her.
“If you’re in a padded cell, sweetheart, you’re not there alone. I’m right there with you.”