Tina’s still asleep when I return to the room. I laid her there hours ago, leaving her to rest. I had to walk away. That was enough for one night and one morning. A good dom takes care of his sub. He doesn’t just keep taking. And if I had stayed, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands to myself.
She’s curled on her side, with her hair tangled, her bare shoulder peeking from under my sheets. She looks so young, so fucking soft. Perfect. All mine.
I sit on the edge of the bed, just watching her for a moment, letting the tension seep from my muscles. For the first time in weeks, my mind isn’t a battlefield. A prison where I hold back and fight my every instinct to claim my girl.
She’s here. In my house. In my bed. Where she belongs. And I’m not letting her go. Not now. Not ever.
Her lashes flutter open, that full, tempting mouth parting on a yawn.
“You’re staring,” she mumbles, stretching, making the sheet slide down and reveal the full, juicy tits I feasted on earlier. So fucking sexy.
I grin, trying to convince my throbbing cock we can wait and let her fully wake. But i can’t help running my hand between her breasts, cupping their heavy weight, rubbing slow circles over her nipples.
“You look good in my bed.”
Tina arches into my touch, moaning and biting her bottom lip. Her round hips swirling.
She sounds breathy when she replies, “You like watching me sleep?”
I keep playing with her tits. “Fucking love it.”
She shivers. “Creep.”
I chuckle. “I like watching you sleep in my bed after I’ve made you come over and over.”
“Me too.” Her smile is a mix of arousal and tenderness, and fuck if that doesn’t wreck me all over again.
I grab her hips and flip her on her stomach, throwing the sheet off the bed, baring her juicy ass. I slip between her legs, dragging her hips up, spreading her open.
“You still sore, baby?” I murmur, dragging my tongue down her spine.
“A little…”
“Good.” She laughs, turning to swat at my chest. I bite the soft curve of her hip, making her shiver. “Means I did it right.” I take her in my arms and press a soft kiss to her lips. “You’re mine,” I murmur again, softer this time.
Her hand finds mine, fingers curling over mine.
“I know,” she whispers.
And that’s all I need.
