Page 39 of Haden

He tucks the blankets around me and moves around the room, getting dressed, I assume. When he’s done, he sets a hand on my shoulder and leans over to kiss my temple. “Do you need to pee before I go?”

Tipping my head, I glare at him. “No.”

He smirks. “Don’t get up while I’m gone. Go back to sleep. And keep your fingers away from your naughty pussy, understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out. It’s easier to agree to his demands than argue sometimes, especially at this hour of the morning.

After another kiss to my forehead, he leaves the RV. I clench my thighs together. It annoys me that ordering me not to pee while he’s gone makes me horny. I have to take deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

I’m aware of voices as Brody joins him outside the door, and then it’s quiet again. I want to go back to sleep. It’s so early. But I can’t. My mind is racing.

Running through last night’s events makes my cheeks heat. Bossy does not describe Haden. Dominant doesn’t either. He’s off the chart with talk of monitoring my periods and watching me pee. I wouldn’t be surprised if he checked the color of my urine to make sure I’m drinking enough liquid.

My thoughts shift to visions of him masturbating over me and his come jutting out to land on my pussy. It was so erotic. Even more titillating was him making me suck his come off his finger.

Okay, he didn’t make me do it. He offered, and I greedily accepted. I needed to taste his semen more than I needed to breathe. It was salty and musky. I shouldn’t have liked it. Why would someone want to swallow something so salty? But I found myself craving more. I would have eaten every drop if he’d continued to feed it to me. The fact that it was laced with my own arousal made it even hotter.

I gasp when I remember the pictures. Why the hell did I let him take pictures of me? Not just naked but covered in his come, legs spread open, arms raised, hair wild. I must have looked like a sex-crazed nympho.

His phone is sitting on the counter a few feet from the bed. Curious, I want to see the pictures. I’d like to delete them, but he’d spank my ass if I did.

After scrambling out from under the covers, I look around and spot one of his T-shirts draped over a chair on the other side of the RV. I hurry over and tug it on. It reaches my knees. Good. I feel less exposed.

I snag his phone next, but it’s password-protected. I can’t get to the photos. That’s a good thing since it means no one else can inadvertently see them either.

With a sigh, I head to the tiny bathroom and brush my teeth. He didn’t say I couldn’t brush my teeth. He just said I couldn’t pee. Bossy man that he is.

I pace around the RV, picking up various items, hoping to learn something about Haden. I don’t glean a thing, though. For one thing, I’m pretty sure he came here without much more than a few suitcases. For another thing, it’s probable that everything else I see in the RV was left here by Tiago. Dishes, mugs, pots, and pans. They aren’t very revealing items anyway.

When the door suddenly opens behind me, I spin around and nearly drop the mug I’m holding.

Haden steps into the RV, wearing a smirk and looking unbelievably sexy. His T-shirt is soaked with sweat. His face is hot. His muscles are bulging. Post-workout Haden is a god.

“You scared me.” I set the mug on the counter.

“What are you doing, naughty girl?” He inches toward me, grinning.

“Waiting for you to return,” I say, backing up.

“Did I say you could get out of bed?”

My breath hitches. “No.”

“Did I say you could put a shirt on?”

“No, Sir,” I murmur, falling under his dominant spell. My pussy clenches at his tone. I want to know what he’ll do next.

He pins me to the counter, setting his palms on either side without touching me. “What were you planning to do with the mug, jitterbug?”

“I was just looking at it.”

He lifts a brow. “You weren’t thinking about putting coffee in it?”

Shaking my head, I straighten my spine. “No, Sir. I was wondering if it was yours or Tiago’s. I didn’t even look for coffee. Plus, you probably don’t have cream and sugar. I don’t drink it black.”

“Are you allowed to have caffeine, Emilia?”

“No, Sir.” Damn, my traitorous pussy. I’m dripping. It’s insane how horny he is making me by scolding me.