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“You liked my flogger, didn’t you, baby?”
“Mmm,” I moaned my agreement, my hips moving a bit on instinct.
“Need my dick?”
“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my hips toward his teasing fingertips.
He chuckled again, but I didn’t have the energy to get mouthy with him for denying me what I wanted.
Micah planked over me, his hard length pressing against my ass crack. He nosed over my hair, pressing soft kisses to the back of my head. “Love you, my sweet wife.” Shifting his hips, he notched his cock into my pussy and glided forward.
I hissed at the feel of his pelvis moving over my lashed backside—but it felt good. Addictively so.
He lowered his body and fucked into me with slow gyrations, like some dirty dance music played, thumping through our blood. I moved against him in perfect rhythm, once more skirting that edge of floating as his muscles and skin shifted over my hot skin.
“Love you,” I finally murmured a reply, clutching at the sheets beneath my bound fists.
“Want you to cream all over my balls,” Micah whispered against my ear while sliding his hands beneath my body. He cradled my chest with one arm, the other hand snaking down between my thighs. “Mmm,” he moaned while trailing his fingers over where he thrust into me with slow strokes. “So wet for me. This pussy loves my dick, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned as he flicked over my clit with too soft of a touch.
“Want me to make it hurt?”
“Mmm,” I moaned an agreement, my mind once more buzzing.
Micah tugged on my throbbing nub, but not enough to send me tumbling into euphoric bliss.
“More,” I begged and licked my dry lips. “Need it.”
Micah nuzzled my cheek, my neck. “Come for me, little lamb.” He pulled on my flesh—and twisted.
I bucked beneath him, crying out his name, gasping out my love—curses and sobs as I came around his thrusting cock.
“That’s it. Milk me, baby. Make me cum and fill you up.” He grunted. Shuddered. Wet heat spilled deep inside me as he squeezed me tight. “Fuck, Jasmine. Jesus, you’re so good.” A gulp sounded loud in my ear, but whatever noises he made while emptying inside me faded as I slid into the place I never expected to find.
Peaceful perfection beneath the care of my Sir. My husband.
Bonus Epilogue
Micah
It was almost midnight on the Saturday night between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, and everyone was stirring in the ballroom—every little mouse.
I huffed at the Dicken’s story flitting through my brain while looking out over the crowd of people we had invited to the Elite Escort’s holiday party. Between current employees, their plus ones, past escorts and their families, and mine as well as Jasmine’s, we numbered close to one hundred people.
Pride swelled my chest, and I couldn’t keep from grinning.
Everyone had dressed to the nines, sequins and jewels glittering in the lights. But Jasmine outshone them all. Diamonds encrusted the collar/choker I’d gifted to her on Christmas morning, and it had been the sole thing on her body when I’d made love to her afterward beneath our tree glittering with lights and garish tinsel she’d insisted on hanging from every bough.
Anything for my love.
She glanced at me from where she stood talking to her parents. Warmth filled me as she toyed with the necklace I’d given her as a symbol of ownership to anyone aware of the BDSM lifestyle. Pink flushed her cheeks as though she recalled what I’d done in that moment. The sharing, the warmth between two souls entwined beyond what I’d ever hoped for.
Jasmine had started out as my secretary and had become my entire world.
Everyone else in that room, all of Elite, could dissolve into nothing but memories, and I wouldn’t care as long as she continued to hold my hand.
Her parents didn’t have a clue as to the meaning behind my gift draped around her graceful neck, but they had been informed about what I did for business. It had been an uncomfortable few weeks after I sat them down and filled them in on why I was able to spoil their youngest daughter in the way I did, but things had seemed to smooth over.
