Page 38 of Tiago
“Yes…” He’s giving me more visuals.
“The first time I take you, I will stay buried deep inside you until I’m certain my sperm has had a chance.”
“I might not be ovulating that day…” I murmur.It’s the only slightly lucid thought I have.
“Then we’ll try again the next day and the next.”
I know he’s not kidding about this.He’s deadly serious.If I had any doubts, I would only need to look at Ryder and Claire for a reminder.I’m certain Ryder cuffs Claire to the bed and takes her to the moon.
“What if I’m on my period…” I murmur.Random thoughts are racing through my mind in rapid succession.Do people plan their weddings for when they specifically won’t have their period?I don’t suppose most of them could possibly know that if they plan a year in advance.
“Baby, do I strike you as the kind of guy who cares about a little bit of blood?”
I blink at him.No, he does not.Damn, he’s intense.“No, Sir.”
Suddenly he pinches my clit and holds it captive.
I suck in a breath, my gaze on his.
“This pussy is mine.”
“Yes, I think we’ve established that.”
“Are you going to wear tiny shorts that let everyone see your butt cheeks anymore?”
“No, Sir.”I won’t because I understand how important it is to him.
“Are you going to shave these curls?”He releases my clit to give my pubic hair a tug.
I think about my answer, trying to remember what he said.“No, Sir…” I think that’s the right answer.
“Good girl.I’ll make that decision.Not you.”
I swallow.He’s bossier than ever, and it’s making me hornier than ever.Will he get more bossy over time?I bet he will.I hope I’m ready for it.
Tiago circles my clit again while he watches my expression.“I love how wet you are for me.I love how obedient you are, keeping your legs open for me.I’m going to reward you for being a good girl.”
I lift my hips, moaning because I think he’s going to let me come again.I’m so close.That’s not what he does, though.Instead, he stops touching me.I’m dazed and confused as he reaches for one of my cuffed wrists.He unfastens it and crosses my unrestrained arm over the other before refastening me to the headboard.
I have no idea what his intentions are as he lifts me by the hips and turns me onto my stomach, which uncrosses my hands and leaves me secured to the rungs.
“Elbows and knees, baby.”He lifts me by the hips again to help me get into the position he’s demanding.
I feel extremely exposed with my butt in the air, and that sensation increases tenfold when he stuffs a pillow between my knees, forcing them wide.I’m dripping with need.My nipples are sore and dragging against the bed.
“You look like a work of art like this,” he praises as he strokes my butt cheeks.“Have you figured out what your reward is, baby?”
I shake my head.“No…”
He gives my butt a gentle swat.“A spanking, Reagan.”
I lift my head.“That’sa reward?”
“It is today.The kind of spanking I’m going to give you will make you pray I do so every day of your life.”
I clench my cheeks.He said earlier he wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it, so I need to trust him.Plus, he seems to know exactly what I need.It’s unnerving.
He gives me another swat, harder this time but not enough to hurt.“I’m going to start slowly and take my time.The burn will build until it feels so good you’re moaning.”
