He placed his hand on her round ass. “Your hard edge safe word is freeze, right?”
“Yes, Sir. You remember. I’m so glad.”
He bent down and kissed both her cheeks, enjoying the softness of her ass’s skin. “I remember everything, sub. I remember you trembling at my feet after I’d spanked this sweet ass of mine. It’s still mine, pet. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached under
her until his fingers were on her sweet pussy, which was already wet, making his cock stand up and salute. “This is mine, too.”
“Your pussy, Sir. Yes. I understand.”
He skimmed his fingers down her legs, loving the heat he felt from her skin. “Baby, you need a spanking in the worst way. I wish I had a paddle with me, but I don’t. You’re going to have to settle for my open hand. You think that will be enough to get your attention, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, turning her head just enough so he could get a look at her beautiful wide blue eyes.
He remembered the first time he’d used a crop on her and how her cream had run down her legs. The memories of her surrendering all of herself to him, again and again, burned fresh in his mind. His balls ached and his cock throbbed.
He shook his head, trying to keep a rein on his three-year frustration of being without her, without the love of his life. She was his world. He’d let her walk away without a fight. There would be no way in heaven on earth or in hell he would ever let that happen again.
She needed him to take things slow and easy. She’d been to Phase Four a few times after the breakup, but she’d not been with any other Doms there. That pleased him very much. Now that he had her under his power, he couldn’t let his desires override what he knew she needed from him.
“You’ve been blaming yourself for far too long about what happened. That’s why I have you up on my car. That’s why I’m going to spank you. I tried to get you to let it go, but you wouldn’t. Now, I’m going to help you let it go. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Time to get this ass of mine nice and warm.”
“Shall I count, Sir?”
Same wonderful, saucy Phoebe. I’m the one who is going to be her slave, not the other way around. “Yes, sub. Count for me.”
“I would love to,” she said, her voice full of seductive excitement and playful sassiness.
For so many years, her words had been clipped and harsh. Now, hearing her talk to him the way she used to, open and soft, his need to possess and claim her again as his own overtook him. Only one woman had ever satisfied him and made him feel whole—Phoebe Blue, the woman with the heart of a lion and the body of a goddess.
He’d found her long ago, but had let her slip through his fingers. He’d confessed his undying love to her by his tree, not thirty feet from here. They’d grown up together. He’d been only a boy and she’d been only an innocent girl.
Now, they were man and woman. Flesh and blood. They belonged together. Life had taken an unwanted detour, but now they were on the road again, headed to a forever he knew would be filled with more joy than he could ever imagine.
The image of her standing in front of him and his brothers at the chapel returned. They would be married. They would have a family, children. They would walk the streets of Destiny, arm in arm, for the rest of their lives.
She looked up at him. “Sir?”
“Yes, sub?”
“How many?”
“God, I love you,” he confessed. “I remember how impatient you can be, sub.”
“I apologize, Sir.” She smiled but he knew she wasn’t sorry even a little. She always did love to push him in play. That was just one of the things he adored about her. “I love you, too.”
“I love everything about you, baby. I still have to spank you, understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I should be spanked.” She gave him a sexy look that ramped up his hunger for her even more. “I’ve been so very bad.”
She needed to be reminded that he was in charge.