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Jac nodded and then gave Monroe a look. Monroe answered the nonverbal communication. “She’s the pharmacist, but I’ll keep a close eye.” And that didn’t offend Mallory in the slightest.
Chapter 7
That was the second dream tonight, and Monroe couldn’t stand that his girl was so terrified in her sleep. He padded into her room and pushed her over in the bed.
“It’s Monroe, baby. Move over.”
“Monroe?” she asked. She was still breathing hard, and her arm was clammy.
“Move over. I’m sleeping with you, and maybe you’ll feel safe enough to sleep.”
“I don’t know if I can go back to sleep.”
“Come, lay on me.” She scooted closer. “Keep going. Lay on me.”
She hesitated and seemed to peer into the half-light of the room at him longingly. “There is plenty of room over here.”
“But what about you sleeping?”
“I’m sleeping with you. I’m perfectly content.”
Mallory giggled. “I guess they made these beds for your team because they are huge.”
“Probably, or when we have something warm and cuddly to sleep with.” He brought Mallory up against his side with her head on his chest for a pillow.
“You are kind of hard to snuggle up to. Not much softness.”
He laughed. “That’s your job, to bring the cushion. You don’t want your man to be soft. Anywhere.”
He pressed his erection against her belly and groaned when her fingers grazed over the soft spongy top, spreading his pre-cum around his manhood and sliding her hand down his shaft.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, woman.” His rough, gravel-toned words making her shiver and leak her own arousal fluids.
“And before you answer that, you are still very sore and hurt, and we don’t have a handle on what your triggers are.”
“Oh, I can finish, but you’re right, I do hurt. That and I haven’t done any of this in a while. I’m no virgin, but I’m out of practice.” She continued to slide her hand up and down his stiffness as he moaned his enjoyment.
“I like the sound of that because if what I’m experiencing is your lack of practice, I’ll die happy when I’ve had my wicked way with you a few times.”
Monroe’s hand slid up her belly to her ample breasts and played whisper softly. He weighted each mound, then squeezed them tenderly, then more purposefully. Mallory arched into his hands and moaned. He followed that up by teasing her nipples, rubbing, and stretching them carefully. Next, he pinched them, which brought on a squeal, then another moan. He removed himself from her grasp.
“So responsive, you make me want to play with you for a long time.”
Finally, when he thought she was getting too aroused for continued play, he stopped to her immediate whine.
“Hush baby, I’m not stopping; I’m changing things up.” His hand came down her tummy to her curls between her thighs. “So soft.”
He worked his fingers down into her panties, and the wetness that already painted her inner thighs and muff now coated his fingers. Kissing her lips, he shifted to the bottom of the bed. Positioning himself between her legs, he spread them further apart. Fingers and a palm slid down to cover her womanly attributes, and Monroe slapped her hand.
“Oh,” she said as she jerked it back.
“Never cover yourself from me. Not in daily life, and not when we play. I love looking at you. If you want to use your safe word, that’s fine, but don’t try to stop me otherwise because there are consequences for telling your Dom no.”
Monroe looked into Mallory’s eyes and could see her relaxing and submitting. After what had happened to her, he wondered if it was going to be too much for her. They had never had sex. That was not what one did at a meet and greet. It was to explore, but nothing more than a spanking or getting your partner off and possibly a demo. Monroe had done those things with Mallory, but now she had nothing but a nightshirt on.
Now, she would have no panties, and if he could work it, no shirt either by the time they were done. “Mallory? What’s your color, baby? Are you hurting, scared?”
“What? No, no, I’m okay.”
