Page 42 of Keeping His Brat

He didn’t intend to let the other discussions get put off for long, but he wanted to end the meal with both of them relaxed and ready for the rest of what he was hungry for. He wanted, needed, to feel Charlie’s body under his, pressed to the bed as he wrenched cries of pleasure from her body. It had been too long.

Thinking back, he realized this was the longest they’d gone without sex since they’d gotten back together. Definitely not a streak he wanted to continue. He wondered if Charlie was craving his touch as badly as he was dying for hers.

His cock stirred and he lost his appetite for steak. She was what he wanted now. There were so many things he wanted to do to her that he couldn’t even decide where he was going to start. Sam watched her as she ate, impatient for her to finish so he could drag her off to the bed.

She seemed oblivious to the heat rising in him as she concentrated on her meal, taking small bites and looking like she was lost in thought. He couldn’t help thinking about how beautiful she was.

There was a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her chestnut hair hung over her shoulder, glossy and thick. The ponytail would be the perfect leash and he pictured it wrapped around his fist and growled.

Mine

Charlie looked up startled. When her eyes met his it was suddenly obvious what had inspired the possessive sound. She cleared her throat and pushed her plate away. “I think I’ve had enough lunch.”

He pushed his chair back and got to his feet. “Bedroom. Now. I want you naked.”

She got up with a look of eagerness but then paused. “Are you sure it’s okay? It won’t be too much?”

Sam moved around the table, took her by the arm and dragged her up against him. “Apparently me being sick has made you forget who the Daddy is around here. You’ve gotten into this bossy mode like you think you’re in charge. You’re not.” He made the words deliberately low and intense.

Charlie shivered and caught her breath. “I—I was just worried …”

“I know, darlin’. I get that. And I let you fuss because I knew you were worried about me, but I’m home now. The hospital gave me the all clear. You just need a reminder to help you back into your spot, don’t you?”

She licked her bottom lip and then nodded slowly.

“That’s my girl. By the end of the night, you’ll remember who’s in charge here.”

He knew what he was saying was hitting all the right spots to put her in a submissive headspace. He could see it in the way her pupils dilated and her breathing went erratic, could feel it as she trembled in his arms.

“I—”

He cut her off sharply by leaning in and covering her mouth with his. She couldn’t have argued then if she wanted to; he’d effectively gagged her. It was an aggressive kiss, filled with weeks of suppressed passion and need. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, exploring until all the tension went out of her body.

When he pulled back, Charlie wore a soft dazed look. Her lips were gently parted and swollen looking from the way his mouth had ground against hers. Her hands were clutched in his shirt, holding onto him for balance.

“Now. I want you naked, in the bedroom and I don’t want to hear anything out of you but ‘Yes Daddy’.”

She blinked as her eyes came back into focus. “Yes Daddy,” she repeated, sounding breathless and aroused.

He knew if he slid his hand into her panties right then they’d be soaked, and that was exactly how he wanted her. The smirk was automatic, but he didn’t even try to hide it. Instead, he turned her around and sent her towards the bedroom with a hearty smack on the ass to get her moving.

Sam took his time following her, allowing himself to savor the look in her eyes and the way her body yielded to him. He’d missed this. He’d missedher.

Charlie, left to her own devices, was a stubborn and independent woman. He loved that about her. He’d never felt a need to squash that spirit and as much as he teased her about needing to be reined in or tamed like a wild horse, the truth was he enjoyed the way their wills clashed.

Neither of them needed to be soft. Like flint striking steel their stubborn natures often caused sparks. She was more than a match for any other man and had no trouble being dominant herself when it was required. He was the only one Charlie submitted to and that made it all the more special and important that she’d given him this gift.

He didn’t think their relationship would have worked without that component. The balance they’d struck with him in the Daddy role and her as his submissive had allowed their obstinate natures to come to an agreement. She could be as muleheaded as she wanted to be, as long as she was willing to pay the penalties—so both of them were satisfied.

The hospital had been hard for her. Seeing him weak had hit her on a deep emotional level and she’d been compensating by distancing herself from her submission to him. Sam didn’t think she was aware of it, but he’d noticed it in small things.

The bossing, the nagging, and questioning him repeatedly. There was nothing wrong with those things in general, and they came from her worry. He understood her need to take care of him. But he could also tell that she was using those things to keep herself out of submissive space.

Maybe on some level she thought that he wasn’t capable of Domming her right now, so she was trying to step into the Top role to fill the power vacuum. It was amusing, especially when he realized she didn’t know she was doing it.

But it needed to change—not for him, but for her and their relationship.

Tonight things were going to start moving back to the way they should be. He gave her a minute, calling out as he left the kitchen, “You better be naked when I get in there, girl.”

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