Page 118 of By His Play

She hasn’t said anything, but I have no doubt she’s still sore from last night.

I’m going to fuck her again; it won’t stop me, but I’ll make sure she’s nice and ready first.

“Eyes,” I demand when hers close so she can chase her high.

She follows orders and something potent crackles between us as our gaze holds.

Her pussy grips my fingers tighter as her release approaches, and just before she crashes, I pull back and stand up.

“W-what?—”

Turning the shower off, I step out and grab one of the towels on the rack.

I spin around and hold it out for her, but I can’t help but laugh when I get a look at the expression on her face.

“Everything okay?” I ask, making her lips purse harder as I wrap her in the fluffy towel.

“Wonderful,” she seethes as I grab her glasses and slide them onto her face before tucking my fingers under her chin. I tilt her head back so she has no choice but to look up into my eyes.

“That attitude won’t get you what you want, Luck.” It’s bullshit. I’ll give her exactly what she wants over and over, because I want to watch her coming just as much as she wants the relief.

Thoughts of her tied to her bed and writhing as she comes all over herself fill my head.

Shaking the images, I duck down and kiss her tempting lips.

But no sooner does she open her mouth to deepen it than I pull away and grab a towel of my own.

Leaving her standing in the middle of the bathroom, I march toward the guest room to grab a clean pair of sweats. I go without boxers because…well, you know.

By the time I emerge, I find her in her bedroom, brushing her hair and still wearing nothing but the towel.

Ignoring her heated stare, I go to her chest of drawers and grab another of my t-shirts from her collection.

This one is a Chiefs one, and it’s got my name and number on it. I mean, why would I choose anything else? For the next four days, she’s mine, and I want to make sure she knows it.

Stepping up behind her, I hold her eyes in the mirror before tugging her towel from her body.

As tempting as her curves are, I don’t let my gaze drop.

“Arms up,” I say, smirking when she follows orders despite the fact she clearly wants to argue.

Reluctantly, I cover her up. But it’s only for a short while.

When I get her naked again, it’s going to be for a very long time.

Picking up the hairbrush from her vanity, I continue with what she was doing when I walked in.

“Kieran, you don’t need to?—”

“Shush. I told you that I was taking care of you, now let me.”

She falls silent as I drag the brush through her blonde locks.

Once I’m happy, I grab her hand and tug her out of her bedroom and to the kitchen.

She complains as I sit her on a stool, but the second I spin her to face me and pinch her jaw between my fingers, she stops.

She had to have known this was going to come before anything else.

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