Page 84 of Dominion

Now, as she dished salads onto their plates and pulled steaks and quinoa out of the oven, her eyes were bright with unspent desire, face still flushed. She darted glances at him under her lashes, sending a fresh shot of lust kicking through him every time.

“It’s ready,” she murmured, turning to face him.

He gave her a lazy grin and unfolded himself from the chair, walking to the table. “Gracias, mi amor.”

She set the plates down at their separate places, but before she could sit, he grasped her waist and tugged her down to sit on his lap. She flinched a little at the contact of her chafed bottom with his pants, but then snuggled in.

“You eat here tonight.”

“Okay,” she said, sounding pleased.

He picked up his knife and cut her a piece of steak, which had turned slightly dry from being reheated.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was better yesterday.”

He stabbed it with his fork and lifted it to her full lips. “It’s fine,” he reassured her. “And it was my own fault, so don’t apologize.”

She chewed, her hair falling forward to cover part of her face.

He brushed it away, watching her eat.

“I want to have your babies,” she said when she swallowed.

He suppressed a smile. “Too bad. You had your chance and you blew it.”

Her ocean-blue eyes studied his face. “I threw out the pills.”

He sobered, his chest growing heavy again over this conflict that never should have been an issue. “Ash… baby. I’m not asking you to have my pups. I thought you wanted them now and I ran with it. It turned me on to think about getting you pregnant. But I can wait—I never meant to pressure you.”

“I know,” she said, touching his lips with the pad of her index finger. “But I realized that you… that our family is more important than my career.”

He picked up her fingers and kissed them. “You’re going back on the pill,” he said, adding steel to his voice so she’d know his decision was final. “We will re-evaluate in a year. Understood?”

Her eyes watered and she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He popped another bite of steak into her mouth.

He continued to feed her as he stroked her soft skin and enjoyed the view of her perfect breasts bouncing near his face.

When they’d finished, he helped her clean up the kitchen, then scooped her up and carried her to their bed, where he laid her on her front. Her bottom was still red, her pussy still gleaming wet between her thighs. He stroked her bottom, squeezing her sore cheeks.

“Mmm,” she encouraged.

He crawled on top of her, unbuttoning his shirt. “The trouble with naughty girls like you is that you like your spankings too much,” he said, fisting her hair and tugging her head to the side to bite her shoulder. “I have to be very firm to make an impression. Isn’t that right?”

She whimpered, probably not knowing how to answer such a question.

He divested himself of his shirt and undershirt, then unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. “You may please me now,” he said, settling beside her on his back.

She scrambled up to her hands and knees, crawling over him with an eagerness that had his cock standing at full mast before she even arrived. She licked her lips as she reached for his shaft, then bent her head down and flicked her tongue on the underside of his glans.

He shuddered with pleasure, thrusting his hips up for more.

She gave him a Cheshire cat smile, lowering her eyelids seductively and opening her mouth to engulf the head of his cock.

He reached for her, burying his fingers in her thick, glossy hair as she lowered and lifted her head over his shaft. She sucked hard, moving her tongue in a swirling motion than made him dizzy with desire.

“Bring your ass over here,” he said, his voice thick.