Don’t have to ask me twice.
“Fuck! You feel unbelievable. Look at this pretty cunt taking my load. Such a good girl.”
My hands wandered from her hips to her ass, massaging and kneading the muscles, while admiring the faint bruises my fingers had left in their wake.
My girl was thoroughly fucked, marked, and filled. Just the way I liked it.
“Holy shit,” Sierra moaned, her head bowed as she caught her breath. After a moment filled with only flushed skin and the faint pulse of aftershocks coursing through our bodies, she snorted.
“What?”
She looked back over her shoulder. “Uhm … I think you might have to help me get off. My legs feel like limp noodles.”
A laugh rumbled through my chest. “Sure. It’ll cost ya, though.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
I leaned over her, letting my lips graze her shoulder. Unclasping my chain from the back of my neck, I looped it around my fingers, letting the cool metal slip through my palm before I dropped it onto her nightstand.
Her head twisted to the side, eyes flickering over to it. “What are you doing?”
“Leaving it here.” I smirked, letting the words linger in the space between us.
Sierra frowned, clearly not following my logic. “Why?”
“Next time you try to pretend this didn’t mean anything,” I said, my lips moving against her skin, “you’ll have something that proves it did. And maybe you’ll miss me, too.”
She rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t as dismissive as she wanted to be.
“Wear it when you come to my games.” My words were almost casual, but there was a weight to them that she couldn’t ignore.
She hesitated, her eyes flashing with that fire she always tried to hide behind. “You want me to wear your necklace?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged like it was nothing, but the smirk tugging at my lips gave me away. “Let them know who you belong to.”
She froze for a split second — barely, but I felt it.
“Also, I distinctly recall how much you liked it, you know,last time.”
She rolled her eyes at that and scoffed, pushing at my arm. “God, you’re so full of yourself.” But her voice wasn’t sharp. It was breathy.Uncertain.
I didn’t move, merely brushed my nose against her hair, and whispered, “One day, you’re gonna stop pretending you don’t already belong to me.”
She didn’t answer. Didn’t run, either.
So I lifted her off the bed, carried her to the bathroom like I hadn’t just taken a sledgehammer to whatever walls she was trying to keep up — and let her silence say more than any protest ever could.
Twenty Eight
Sierra/Dom
Sierra
He was gone when I woke up the next morning, which I couldn’t really be upset about, considering our first night together.
No, this was for the best. Keeping distance was key. By letting him into my bed, I had given him an inch; now I had to make sure that he didn’t take a mile.
Even if a stupid part of me wanted him to.
