Page 88 of Stripping the Sub
But without the kink, there was an intimacy he was sure Ellie wouldn’t be ready for.
Apparently, his brave girl wanted to try. Next time they went to the club, he was definitely going to reward her for her courage. Maybe a spanking when he plugged her. Something enjoyable for both of them without pushing things too far.
She began to run her hands up and down his chest, over his stomach and shoulders, slowly exploring his body with her palms and the pads of her fingers. Michael returned the favor with the hand that wasn’t massaging the back of her neck, skimming his fingers over her curves, teasing her with caresses. When he reached her tightly budded nipples, he did give them a hard pinch, enjoying it as she moaned into his mouth.
A little bite of pain was still vanilla for them, especially since he wasn’t going to indulge in any real kink.
Only at one point did Ellie slow, and that was when she was sinking down onto his cock while he looked up at her. Being watched so closely obviously made her uncomfortable, but she did it anyway and slowly rode him as they held hands. She hadn’t been able to get off though and eventually Michael had flipped her onto her back, pounding into her hard and fast while his teeth scraped over her tender nipples, and Ellie had writhed and cried out for him.
Vanilla. Fun. Satisfying in its own way. And more intimate than he’d thought Ellie would go for.
His girl was definitely getting a reward.
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“A surprise wedding?” Patrick was staring at Adam like he’d grown two heads. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“I like it,” Leigh said, surprising all of them.
“I do too,” Michael said, although his support of such a crazy idea probably didn’t surprise anyone.
Ellie had nothing to say, so she remained quiet. After all, Adam, Leigh, and Michael probably knew Angel best. Still… a surprise wedding? Adam was taking the control freak thing a little far, even for him. Then again, Angel had been constantly wavering on whether she wanted to get married before or after she had their baby, and they were running out of time on the ‘before.’
“I’ve already talked to her parents,” Adam continued blithely, ignoring the comments from the peanut gallery. The rest of the gallery was still sitting quietly, various expressions of amusement and ‘oh my good’ looks on their faces, arranged on the furniture around Rick and Maria’s living room. Angel was out with her mom, but apparently Adam wasn’t taking any chances she might come home early to find all their friends there, so he’d called the meeting at Rick and Maria’s instead. “We’re going to do it in two weeks. The ceremony is going to be held on one side of their dance studio, the reception in the bigger ballroom of their studio.”
“Two weeks? The Saturday after Halloween?” Lexie asked, looking concerned. “You’re not going to make me skip the club’s Halloween party are you?”
“No, you can still have the party Friday,” Adam said, sounding a touch exasperated. Lexie looked relieved. “And we’re going to do an afternoon wedding, so everyone can still meet up at the club Saturday night. I’ll just need help with decorating and getting everything together - and getting Angel to pick out a dress.” He glanced over at Leigh.
She gave him a thumbs up. “I already know what she likes. I don’t even need her to pick one out.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Patrick muttered under his breath.
Olivia elbowed him in the side at the exact same time as Lexie did on his other side, making him grunt. The Domme gave him a look. “She’ll be fine, not everyone is a massive control freak like you.”
Everyone cracked up at the affronted and indignant look Patrick gave the redheaded kettle. Ellie covered her mouth as she snickered. She didn’t have the loudest laugh by any stretch of the imagination; she just didn’t want to draw Olivia’s attention in a negative way. Especially since Olivia had been noticeablytemperamental lately.
“You… you…” Patrick was actually at a loss for words at Olivia’s blatant hypocrisy, which just made everyone laugh even harder.
Adam clapped his hands as Patrick floundered, drawing the attention back to him. “Okay people, seriously, who can help with what?”
As everyone started to volunteer for various jobs, Adam scribbled down notes on a pad of paper. Michael’s arm, which was already around Ellie’s waist, tightened as he whispered in her ear, sending little shivers down her spine as goosebumps rose. “This is going to be so much fun. She’s either going to love it or try to kill him.”
Ellie gave him a baleful look. “It won’t be much fun if she kills him.”
“I said try to,” Michael said cheerfully. “If he can’t keep her from doing so, he doesn’t deserve her anyway.”
“Ah. Noted.”
The alarmed look Michael gave her after her serene response made her giggle again. His brows came together in a scowl which wasn’t nearly as threatening as he thought it was, since she could see the amusement sparkling in his eyes. A little growl rose in his throat as he pulled her closer. “Are you trying to get yourself spanked, pretty girl?”
An imp rose up inside of her, along with a need. Last night at Stronghold he’d spanked her before inserting her plug, for being such a good girl. It had been more frustrating than anything else, especially when they’d returned to her house for more vanilla sex - which was fun and enjoyable, but it still left part of her unsatisfied, even if emotionally she was more satisfied than ever. The needs inside of her were becoming more and more insistent, and he had to feel the same way.
“Maybe, pretty boy,” she said, tugging on a lock of his hair.
A light went on in his eyes, sadistic and predatory enough to take her breath away and Ellie quailed as she realized she might have just bitten off a little more than she could chew. Awakened a beast she didn’t really have any control over.
“Michael, Ellie, what about you two?”
