Page 12 of Love Unlimited

Let’s have a conversation about this, Ash suggested. Not right now. We can both… think about it. The way they said it brought all sorts of dirty ideas to mind.

Later, he agreed. We’ll talk. Because right now it was overwhelming and glorious and a little bit intimidating.

He heard Lena’s stomps before she made it back to the room, which was a different kind of rush. She looked mutinous, her messy blond hair framing her angry eyes.

This, he knew exactly how to handle. Bedroom. He commanded. Go.

She stomped up the stairs and it took everything he had not to follow her up that instant.

But it would be better if she had some time to worry and anticipate. Plus, he wanted to say goodnight.

He looked up to find Zhong watching from the doorway. He just laughed at him and shooed him away. Whatever you’re doing, get back to it.

Ash gave him a jaunty wave.

Goodnight, he signed to both of them. Then he turned to Zhong with a more tender look. No matter what did or didn’t happen with Ash, it was good having him back home again. Sleep well.

You, too.

Dustin gave the pair one final look. Ash was already drifting toward their Daddy’s arms.

And he had a very naughty girl to take care of. He stalked upstairs to find Lena staring at the window. Their reflections both glowed against the dark background. That meant she could see him, but she was ignoring him.

She hadn’t changed the rest of her clothing, still barefoot and gorgeous in that clinging blue dress. She was wearing her leather wristbands, though, on those slim, strong wrists that were crossed in front of her chest. That had become their signal for age play, not that he really needed one. He always followed her lead, but the cuffs seemed to clarify something in her head.

Either way, seeing them had his cock pressing hard against his zipper. There was something about that whole combination: the soft, innocent dress, the rebellious wristbands with metal studs, the defiant set of her slender hips as she made an act of ignoring him. God, he just wanted to tear her apart, with this primal sense of possession and care that went beyond anything he’d felt for anyone before.

He stalked toward her, and she wheeled around.

What? she demanded, palms up and moving side-to-side in angry motions at her chest.

Chair. Now. He picked up the straight-backed chair they kept in the bedroom and set it with the back to mirror. He’d started doing this as a way to see her reactions and let her communicate, but it had so many more possibilities. Like sharing every dirty fantasy that had been bubbling through his head tonight.

Make me. A cupped hand turned upside down. A defiant jut of her chin as she pointed to herself. The most beautiful invitation in the world.

He came up behind her to grip both shoulders roughly, then started walking forward. She fought every step of the way, pushing back against him until his cock was flush against her ass and she was sharp and beautiful in his arms.

He kept walking her toward the mirror, one inexorable step at a time, while she glared at him. Those flashing eyes were going to have him coming before he even got her over to the chair.

Sometimes, she was just so gorgeous he wanted to end the role play and cover her with kisses. Draw her into his chest and hold her close so she could never leave. But this was what they both wanted, and tonight was going to be an inferno.

When they reached the chair, he kept his body wrapped around her, grinding into her as he placed each of her hands on the back of the chair and then urged each knee up onto the seat. You were naughty tonight, he told her, keeping his face stern.

I told you. We were just talking. Ash is my friend.

That’s not what it looked like. My Danger was making trouble.

What are you going to do about it? God, she was asking for it tonight.

Options spun through his mind. He knew she wanted it rough, wanted the physical pain that a paddle or flogger could bring. But he also didn’t want to deal with holding something when he needed his hands to spin out fantasies.

They’d both drawn Ash farther than ever into their play tonight, and he wanted to explore how the idea of that felt. So this would be as much in their minds as in their bodies. Thinking about it, as Ash had so temptingly suggested.

Just bare hands.

Once he made the decision, he knew it was right. He wanted the immediacy of her flesh warm under his palm, the feedback of every shiver down her spine and thrust of her hips.

He pulled up her dress, leaving it bunched on her back and hanging down on the chair. She was wearing a tiny pair of panties that revealed her ass, and he raked his fingernails across them before dragging them down to her thighs. He savored how they framed her buttcheeks, and even more how they would give her that trapped feeling that she craved.