Lucy’s hair tickled my chest, nearly getting into my open mouth as I panted, trying to hold back my impending release, and I had a wicked thought.
Grasping a handful of her black tresses, I growled, “This would be much easier if your hair was pulled back into a braid.”
Her gasp was unmistakable. Neither of us forgot how I’d teased her in our youth, and I remembered that one day, she’d stopped wearing braids after I told her braided pigtails were for babies. Even all these years later, I never saw a braid adorn one of her elaborate hairdos. She might not want to admit it, but I was always there, commanding her, even when I wasn’t physically present.
Gritting my teeth, I slowed my strokes into the heaven between her thighs, trying to stave off the orgasm looming in the shadows that had the power to sneak up on me if I wasn’t careful. That’s when I saw the full-length standing mirror across the room, positioned perfectly to capture the fireworks of Lucy’s final climax.
Tugging on the fistful of hair I held tightly within my grasp, I raised my torso, allowing me to stand upright, pulling her head up off the bed. Lucy didn’t fight it, and I caught sight ofher face in the mirror. Her eyes were glazed over in lust, tears streaking down her face. Her mouth hung open as moans flew out endlessly.
She was stunning, and she was mine. All that remained was to hear her say it.
“Look at yourself, Princess,” I growled.
Lucy’s eyes focused just enough that she was able to see the sight of me thrusting into her from behind. That wasn’t what I asked for.
“Not me. You.” I commanded. Sliding her gaze further down to catch her own reflection, she groaned. “Look at yourself and tell me who you belong to?”
Lucy was so deep within her submission that there was no hesitation. Without pause, she nearly wept her response. “You, Sir.”
Fuck me. It was one thing to know what the response should be, quite another to hear this vixen—the one who was so contrary she’d insist the sky wasn’t blue if I claimed it was—say those words, accepting my claim on her body.
“You’re goddamn right. You belong to me. You’re mine.Mine,” I forced out through clenched teeth.
Releasing her hair, allowing her head to drop back to the mattress, I hooked my arms under her armpits, pulling her to a near-standing position against my chest. Lucy was so much shorter than me that her feet couldn’t reach the ground the way we were joined, but I kept her hips pinned against the side of the bed, anchoring one of my arms across her chest, the other around her hips.
In this room, with our reflections staring back at us, there were no masks to hide behind, and there was no denying thatIwas the one she willingly surrendered her control to tonight.
Pistoning into her, I watched our coupling in the mirror. The sight alone was almost enough to rip the release from the depthsof my soul. Each thrust tested the limits of my restraint, and I had to get her off one more time before I succumbed to my own orgasm.
Lucy was close, each stroke of my cock inside her bumping against her G-spot, and she clenched around me, trying to draw me deeper.
My voice was low next to her ear as I whispered, “Six.”
Moving both my hands to cup her breasts as I held her against my chest, I pinched the tender flesh of her nipples, sending her blasting into the stratosphere, her pussy gripping me like a silken glove as her body vibrated beneath my touch. Carefully dropping her torso to the bed, I let her ride out the waves as I pounded into her like my life depended on it. I was right there with her. One, two, three more pumps and my balls tightened almost painfully in anticipation, mere seconds before I finally let go.
“Motherfucker!” I swore as the impact hit me with the weight of a freight train, as I rammed into her repeatedly, emptying myself deep within her body. Lucy may have been the one who had multiple mind-numbing orgasms tonight, but they all led to this single moment for me, and the magnitude of what we’d done hit me square in the chest.
Lucy’s body was splayed across the bed as I rocked into her a few more times, savoring every last bit of pleasure I could steal before we separated, her moans still echoing through the room. Leaning down, I dropped kisses along the curve of her spine, cherishing these moments of calm after the storm.
Reluctantly, I broke the contact between our bodies, taking a step back to assess the damage. She was stunning bent over like this, but what really got me was watching our combined release leaking out and onto her inner thighs. For a fleeting moment, there was an impulse to push it back inside.
As much as I wanted to believe her willingness to accept her punishment was the reset we needed, I knew tomorrow she’d go right back to being furious with me. A night of passion and seemingly endless orgasms wouldn’t solve our problems, but I was willing to put in the hard work. I could only hope she was willing to do the same.
The future could wait. Right now, Lucy deserved care after what I put her body through. Rolling her over onto her back, I scooped her into my arms, carrying her into the ensuite bathroom. Placing her on the edge of the sink, I turned on the faucet of the giant clawfoot bathtub, testing the water until it was hot enough to soothe her muscles but not hot enough to burn her soft skin.
Returning to Lucy, I carried her to the tub, gently easing her into the steaming water and slipping in behind her. Reaching forward, I turned off the water before it overflowed. I relished the feel of my body curling around her tiny frame. Soothingly, I ran my hands over every inch of skin I could reach, the water letting my fingers glide easily over her slippery skin. My touches were meant to provide comfort as she came back to reality.
She was so quiet, I was afraid I pushed her too far, but eventually, she sighed, relaxing into my body and moving her hands along with mine. Kissing the top of her head resting under my chin, I knew deep within my bones that I could easily spend the rest of my life doing just this.
Lucy and I were fire and ice, but damn if that wasn’t explosive in all areas of our relationship.
When the water eventually cooled enough to chill, I helped Lucy from the tub, carefully toweling every drop of water from her perfect skin before wrapping a towel around my waist. Guiding her to the vanity stool, I sat her down before brushing her long black hair. Smiling to myself, I plaited it—a symbol of our past but also a hope for our future. Even if her mind washazy now, when she awoke, there would be a reminder of our night together.
Leading her to bed, I tucked her in gently, pulling the covers under her chin. Lucy’s heavy eyes fluttered closed once before reopening slowly. She was fighting to keep them open.
Kissing her forehead gently, I whispered, “Rest now, Lucy. You were such a good girl tonight. You deserve it.”
Those beautiful blue eyes slid closed once more, and a tiny smile graced her lips a moment before her breathing leveled out, and I knew she’d fallen fast asleep. Tiptoeing out of her bedroom through the broken-down door, I chuckled to myself.
