I consider pushing another finger into her and breaking her now, but we have a bed. We may as well do this properly. Gathering her up in my arms, I lay down with her, covering her with my body and planting kisses on her mouth. My cock is hard and pressed against her stomach. I twist her nipples and her tongue slides against mine. I twist them harder and she arches her back, moaning softly. Perfect. She’s so deep into subspace that anything that hurts her causes her pleasure. Because I’m going to have to hurt her in a minute.
I move my knees between her thighs, opening her up before me. Her pretty little pussy looks so delicate against the shiny thickness of my erection. I drink in the sight of her, poised and waiting for me. As I rub the silky tip of my cock through her folds, she wraps her legs around my hips and arches her back.
“Just a little bit more pain, käraste.” She barely seems to hear me, and not even a flicker of discomfort registers on her face as I ease into her. I feel a little resistance, and keep going. She’s as tight around me as a vice. I groan and slant my mouth across hers, kissing her hard.
Lacey slides her hands up my chest and locks her arms around my neck. I take a breath, quelling the urge to fuck her hard and deep. Gently, slowly still.
“You’re being so good for me, min ängel.” I wish I could speak to her completely in Swedish. English is fine, but I like my own language better. The first time it slipped out was in my office when she started crying. It was the most natural thing in the world, to put my arms around her and call her käraste. Darling. Almost as dear as älskling, but nowhere near as beloved as she is now.
Lacey pulls me closer and makes a soft, needy sound. I can’t tear my eyes away from her as I slowly pull back, and then drive myself deeper into her. I do this over and over, feeling my cock push a little further each time. Lacey’s eyes are closed and her head tipped back in surrender.
When I pull out, she makes a whimper of regret, and I see a shiny smear of blood on my cock. I move down the bed and push her knees up to her chest and lick her lovingly, all the way up her pussy to her clit, getting her all over my tongue. I can taste her arousal and a metallic tang. When she’s crying out like she’s about to come I sit up and impale her with my cock again, replacing my tongue on her clit with my thumb.
I can’t hold back this time. I start to fuck her deeply, setting a harder pace, reveling in the long plunge of every thrust and groaning as my peak builds.
“Där min kära. Come for me.”
Lacey’s opened her eyes and they’re filled with that supplicative expression she gets when she’s close. As she tips over the edge, I clamp my hand around her throat and fuck her hard, letting go in the best way possible. She’s going to feel this tomorrow and remember how she was pinned and helpless beneath my body as I rode her hard. I keep rubbing her clit even after she’s come, knowing how sensitive she is, and seeing the pleasure-pain flash through her eyes.
“Again,” I growl, not feeling one ounce of mercy as I pound her hard. “Do you hear me? I’m not letting up until you come again.”
She bucks beneath me, crying out, but her hands are gripping me, not pushing me away. “Yes, daddy,” she manages through her whimpers, and then her head tips back with her climax, and I feel my own rock through me.
“Duktig flicka,” I manage gritted teeth. Good girl.
Finally, my thrusts slow and I can take long breaths again. I pull out of her, watching my seed spill from her pussy.
Possessiveness thunders through me. Mine. Mine first, mine now, and mine forever. Lacey’s the one I want, and I’m never going to let her go.
Chapter Fourteen
Lacey
Mr. Blomqvist eases himself off me and pulls me tight against his body. I come slowly swimming out of the sex and subspace haze he put me into, and I feel lulled and comforted by his arms wrapped tightly around me.
Sleepily, we twine our fingers through each other’s. The early evening sunshine is slanting through the window, bathing us in golden warmth. His cheek is pressed against the pillow and he’s smiling that beatific smile that almost doesn’t seem real. His secret smile, just for me.
A moment of perfection.
It almost makes me scared to breathe. I want to box this moment up in my mind, put a red satin ribbon around it and place it carefully on a high shelf where it will be safe forever.