Page 30 of Emily's Essence

He got very little sleep because he had to wake her up every hour and give her pain medicine a few times. When he woke up the last time, she was cuddling his chest, and he had an arm over her hips.

She woke up shortly after. It was enjoyable seeing her blink her eyes open. She had a hard time in the morning waking up, and he knew he would never get sick of watching her. Maybe soon, he’d be able to tuck her under him and start fucking her before she realized what was happening and wasn’t fully awake.

She tilted her head back so she could look at him.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.” He gently touched the injury to her forehead. It was still a bit swollen, and the bruise had darkened, but it looked better than the night before. “How do you feel?”

“I … um … I think good. I still have a headache, but nothing like last night.”

“You’ll have to move slow, or it might come back,” he said.

She smiled. “I planned on that. I need to get up and use the restroom.”

He looked at the clock on the DVD. “It’s still really early, so I want you to come back to bed.”

“But I need to help in the kitchen.”

He shook his head. “Not today, babe.”

“Why do you get to suddenly tell me what to do?”

His hand slid down her body until it rested on her stomach and then slid up to cup one of her breasts. He could see the tit stiffen into a hard little ball from how it pressed into his palm.

“This right here,” he murmured. He hid a smile when her breath caught, and she arched. “Do you see? You already belong to me.”

“But what if I don’t want to belong to you?”

He chuckled. “Babe, if I didn’t know you had a headache right now, my hand would be in your panties and my fingers in that tight cunt, and I guarantee you’re already wet for me.”

He effortlessly lifted her over him and onto her feet. “Go pee and then come back.”

He stopped her as she walked toward the bathroom. “And if I have to chase you down, your ass will feel the flat of my hand.”

He loved how her mouth dropped open, but a flush of desire colored her face. She growled, twirled, walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

Fuck, he loved her spirit. He relaxed and listened as she flushed the toilet, and the sink came on. A moment later, she was opening the door and staring at him.

He held out his hand. “Come here. I want you to take some more aspirin before you lay down.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin, delighting him. “Babe, you’re not up for where this is going, so I’d hustle.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means when you disobey me, I’ll spank your ass and then fuck it. Is that what you want right now? From the horror on your face, I’m assuming you’ve never been ass-fucked, so I will have to prepare you.”

“Hawk, I don’t think…”

“I don’t want you to worry about it right now. I hope you know I’d never hurt you, right?”

He hated that she took a moment to think about it.

“No, I don’t think you would.”

“Good answer. Now, get your ass over here.”

She walked over and took the bottle of aspirin from his hand. She took out two and swallowed them. She gasped when he lifted her again and put her back on the side of the bed that faced the far wall.

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