A_Dom_Is_Forever

by Lexi Blake

  He turned, and she couldn’t mistake the way his cock hardened like it was a magnet drawn to her. She took comfort in it. Any time he was around, her pussy softened and prepared for him. She belonged to him in a way she’d never belonged to anyone else. Every piece of her lit up when he walked in a room.

  A long sigh came from his chest. His arm wasn’t the only place that was hurt, and she realized just how much damage she’d done. “I’m fine. It’s all right, love. I’ve had worse. I can still take care of you, no problem. It doesn’t really hurt. And it didn’t even need stitches, which is good because Adam can’t sew to save his life.”

  She reached out and touched it. It looked more like a burn than anything else. “I want to help you.”

  He turned back to the showerhead, letting it hit his face. “You don’t. You’re just feeling bad, Avery. Give me a second and I’ll leave you to shower in peace. I want to be out of here in an hour, but we need to stop and check in with Adam and Jake first.”

  He reached for the soap.

  “I don’t want you to leave. I want to help you.” She reached out for him and was startled when he pulled away.

  “It’s not enough.” He pumped the water up. Heat filled the room.

  They could talk here. The rush of the water would filter out the sound of their voices. She stepped back. She wasn’t enough? Had she been wrong?

  Liam didn’t wait for her response. “I don’t want you to help me, Avery. I want you to love me. I’m not going to be your good-time guy. Do you understand me? I ain’t going to settle when it comes to you. I can make you love me. I know you’re mad. I know you think you don’t know me, but you know more about me than anyone.”

  “Liam,” she started. He was under some weird mistaken impression.

  His hands found the curve of her hips. “No. I ain’t listening to you tonight. I know I fucked up. I know I lied, but I ain’t lying about this. I love you. I ain’t said that to another woman me whole life. I love you, Avery. Maybe my love ain’t worth much just yet, but I’m working on that. I’m going to be better. I’m going to be worthy. I’ll learn from you. I’ll change for you. I’ll be a good man. I’ll be a man you want for more than an orgasm. I’ll be a man you can trust.”

  Oh, she’d done him such a disservice. Did he honestly think she only wanted him for that gorgeous body? Since she’d decided to look at him with an open heart, she could see how truly lovely he was. He was a man she could trust. He’d offered up his career and a truth he’d been seeking for years, and all he’d asked is that she allow him to protect her. “Why do you think I’m here?”

  She was curious. Why on earth did he think she was standing naked in front of him?

  His jaw tightened. “You want sex. I taught you to want sex.”

  Silly man. She let her hand trace the lean muscles of his hips. God, she loved every inch of him. There wasn’t a piece of the man that wasn’t perfection. “You taught me to want you.”

  Nothing had ever been as sweet as making love with Liam O’Donnell no matter what his name was. She loved every minute of it, but she’d held back. It would be better now. She would give him everything.

  His face contorted, but it couldn’t mask his beauty. “Avery, I know you’re just saying that, but I’ll make you believe it. I’m going to make you love me. It’s my mission now.”

  “You love me?” They were the sweetest words she’d ever heard. He loved her.

  “Damn, woman, I’m willing to give up everything to keep you safe. Of course I love you. I love everything about you. I need you, Avery. I need you so bad.” His hands tightened on her hips, dragging her forward until his cock touched her belly. “I love you, baby. I love you.”

  Maybe it wouldn’t last forever. Maybe he would die tomorrow or she would, but she would have loved him and that was what mattered. Love mattered. Faith mattered. He mattered. “I love you, too.”

  Uncertainty clouded his features. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

  His hands moved restlessly on her hips, tracing the lines as his cock nudged her belly. He lowered his forehead to hers, nestling their heads together.

  “I love you, Liam.” She could say his name here in the shower. Tomorrow they could talk without fear of being overheard, but tonight she still had things she needed to say to him. “I love you, but you should know I am going to need a few things from you.”

  “I’ll give you anything.”

  “I need a ring and one of those collar thingees.”

  His hand found her hair, his fingers twisting and tugging gently. It lit up her scalp and brought her to her toes. His mouth, those gorgeous full lips, hovered over hers. “You want to be my sub?”

  She was going to be honest with him from now on, even when it made her vulnerable. “I want to be your wife.”

  She thrilled to the arrogant, dominant look that banished his previous wariness. “That’s a given, love. Wife, sub. It’s the same to me, but know that as soon as we can do it safely, you’ll stand in front of a judge or a priest or whoever and you’ll make your vows in public. But know right now that if you say yes to me, I’m already your husband. And I am absolutely your Master. Do you know what that means?”

  It very likely meant she would be sore in the morning. He was a hungry Master. When he got going, he could fuck all night like he was a starving man and she was the feast of a lifetime. It wouldn’t mean a thing to him that they were on the run. He’d find a way to have her, and she found deep comfort in that. She was necessary to him. As necessary as he was to her. She brought her hands up to trace the sharp line of his jaw. He was masculine perfection and he was all hers. “Yes, Liam. I know what it means. And I’m saying yes. I’ll say it every day.”

  She knew that every single day with him would be precious.

  “Master. You’ll call me Master when I’m fucking you, girl.”

  How did he make the word fucking sound like a declaration of love? It would sound dirty coming from anyone else. She’d actually hated the word before, but now she understood what fucking was. Fucking was down and dirty and sexy and loving. It meant losing herself in him, but somehow she didn’t become lost. Somehow fucking Liam made her more Avery than she’d ever been before. She rubbed her belly against that monster cock of his. “Yes, Master.”

  His face fell, his hands cupping her cheeks. “Avery, this isn’t the time, love. We’re in danger.”

  They had always been in danger. She could see that now. “We’re stuck here for a while, Liam.”

  “I need to concentrate, Avery.” His hands smoothed back her hair.

  “Adam and Jake are across the hall. They can hear what goes on in this apartment. They’re keeping watch. We’re as safe as can possibly be. And aren’t we supposed to act normal?” He’d gone over it on the train. They were supposed to pretend like everything was fine.

  “Don’t tempt me.”

  But she wanted to tempt him. “Li, we make love all the time. What were you planning on doing for the next hour? They’re listening. Should we play a board game? I don’t think so. We should give them a show.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “Fuck, girl, now you’re in for it. Do you have any idea the things I want to do to you? I want you every way. I want to master every inch of you.”

  He would do it. He would take her every way he could think of, and she would give him everything. And she wanted something back from him. She was finally ready. Her heart was finally open enough. “I want another baby, Liam. It doesn’t have to be now, but I’ll want it soon.”

  His face softened, his body cuddling against hers. “I might be a horrible da. I didn’t have one meself, love.”

  His Irish accent went guttural and strong when he got emotional. She held him close. “You’ll be great. I’ll have to learn it all over again, but we’re going to be great.”

  She could feel his cock pulsing against her belly as his lips found her face. He trailed kisses everywhere as he smoothed back her now wet hair. He kisse
d her forehead and each eye. He nuzzled their noses together before kissing each cheek. “Mine. You’re mine.”

  Being Liam O’Donnell’s was a good thing to be, and she was ready to prove just how deeply she belonged to him. She went on her toes and ran her tongue along that sexy lower lip of his. “And you’re all mine.”

  He dropped to his knees, putting his face level with her breasts. “These are mine.” His big hands cupped her, pressing her breasts together. “These gorgeous tits are all mine.”

  His tongue came out, licking at her nipple before he bit down gently. Heat flared along her skin, her pussy getting soft and wet. Warm water beat along her chest, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth as he sucked her nipple in. He whirled his tongue around and around before biting her again, oh so gently, just the right side of pain.

  Liam moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first. His fingers played around her nipple. “I want you to pierce your nipples for me. I want you to look so soft and sweet on the outside, just the beautiful mum and wife, but underneath your clothes, you’re my naughty little submissive.”

  It would be a mark of possession just for him. And it would always be a reminder to her that she was a woman, a lover. “Yes, Master. And I want something. I want a tat on your chest, something I pick out.”

  She wanted her own “property of” sign.

  He pinched her nipple hard, making her shake. “You better make it masculine. Nothing girly. No roses or pink hearts.”

  “I promise.”

  He sucked her nipple into his mouth again, adoring it with his tongue. He let the nipple pop out. “Tell me something. How wet is that pussy of mine?”

  “So wet.” She could feel herself getting soft and slippery.

  “Show me.” He leaned back, his eyes taking in her body, going straight to her pussy. He liked to look at it.

  She let her hand trail down her body, past her aching nipples. Her clit was already engorged and wanting. The pad of her finger slipped over it.

  “Don’t you make yourself come. You will not like how that goes for you. I’ll spank that ass red, and then I’ll torture those pretty tits of yours. You’ll beg me to let you come and I won’t.”

  He was so bossy and a little bit overdramatic. “I’m not going to come from touching my clit.”

  It was the wrong thing to say. Or maybe she’d used the wrong tone of voice. She was feeling a little bratty, and it seemed to have come out in her voice. Whether it was simply what she’d said or the way she’d said it, Avery found herself turned around, his hard body pressing her against the shower wall.

  “That’s ten, brat. And you’ll let me play with your ass.”

  She shivered a little. The shower door opened and then he was gone, but she knew better than to leave position. He wanted to spank her. He wanted his hand on her ass. He wanted to know her skin was hot and pink because of him. It was his kink, and she was happy to indulge him. She gripped the handle on the shower wall and spread her legs, thrusting her backside out. The water fell all around her, one more sensation to be had.

  The shower door opened, and she heard Liam gasp. “Fuck. That’s a beautiful site, love. You aren’t afraid of me at all, are you?”

  She wasn’t afraid of him. She wanted him just the way he was. She wanted him dirty and nasty and oh so loving. “You said you were going to spank me.”

  The crack of his hand filled the shower, and Avery had to hold on tight.

  “That’s right, darlin’. The water’s going to make it sting. Wait ‘til I take a flogger to these beautiful cheeks.” He slapped her ass again. “That might teach you to take that bratty mouth to me again.”

  Spank number three hit the seam of her ass, and he held his hand there as though he could hold the heat to her skin. His fingers slipped lower and played in her pussy. It felt so perfect, his big fingers running along her pussy. She wiggled a little, trying to get him to penetrate her.

  His fingers pulled away, and he smacked her ass again, three times in hard succession. Avery couldn’t help the moan that followed. Her backside was aching, and she was shaking with need.

  “Bend over, love and I’ll make this quick.” His voice wasn’t even. One hand pressed on the small of her back, pushing her down.

  She let him press her down, her limbs stretching deliciously. Two more slaps had her skin singing, riding the perfect line between pleasure and pain.

  “I love you, Avery. I love you so fucking much.” One more smack. “Tell me you love me. Make me believe it.”

  “I love you.” She wiggled her backside. “I love every filthy inch of you.”

  He slapped her ass one last time. “I won’t ever get tired of hearing you say it. I don’t know why you would love a dumb lug like me, but I’ll take you, darlin’. I’ll take ya. Let me give you what you need so I can have what I want.”

  She could guess what he wanted. She was nervous about it, but nothing he’d done to her had been less than spectacular. “I want you in every way a woman can take a man.”

  He turned her around, his hands gripping her ass as he lifted her in one strong move. “Put your legs around me. I’ll show you just what’s yours.”

  She gasped as he impaled her on his cock. He invaded, taking up all the space, but she’d been wet from the moment he’d touched her, the slickness of her arousal facilitating the penetration. Her breasts brushed his chest making her nipples flare to life.

  “You feel so fucking good. God, I’ve never done this. I’ve never taken a woman without a condom. Only you.” He turned, pressing her back against the wall and gaining his balance as he forced another inch in.

  Avery held on for dear life, wrapping her legs around his waist, spreading herself wide for him. She wanted every inch he had to give her.

  He ground against her, his pelvis rubbing against her clit. Over and over again he thrust up.

  “Give it to me. I want to hear it.” He slammed into her, his cock hitting that sweet place deep in her pussy. She felt her muscles clamp down as the orgasm raced through her system. Heat and pleasure flooded her veins. This was right. This was perfection. She let it flow, not giving a damn who heard her. She moaned and fought for every minute of her pleasure. She didn’t want it to end. She clamped down hard, wanting the come he could give her.

  Liam’s head fell forward as he thrust up hard, and his moan coupled with hers. His arms tightened around her and his cock swelled. Heat filled her as he came, offering her up his come.

  “I love you, Liam. I love you so much.” She couldn’t ask for more.

  He held her close. “And I love you, darlin’. You’ll never get rid of me now. And don’t think I’m even close to being done.”

  He picked her up and started to soap her body. Gentle hands washed her clean, and she was ready to start all over again.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Liam felt a deep sense of peace overwhelm the ache in his body. His arm hurt and his hip had a little twinge, but it didn’t matter because his heart was full. Even thinking the words made him want to vomit a little, but he figured he’d get over it. He was just an idiot in love with a girl and that felt good. But he wasn’t going to admit it to any of the lads. Not a chance.

  He looked down at the woman in his arms. She slumped over, her head against his chest, his strength the only thing keeping her standing. She was so small in his arms, so sweet and vulnerable. The damp heat of the shower made her hair longer, sending it in glorious waves down her back. Her body was curvy, her hips and breasts made for a man’s hands and his cock. Everything about her body called to him from her full tits to her rounded hips, and the most gorgeous pussy a woman ever possessed.

  But none of her beauty would matter if she didn’t have the softest heart he’d ever known. Soft but so damn strong. That was his girl. She’d faced the worst life could throw at her, and she’d conquered it. When her world had gone to hell, she’d forgiven it and made it a better fucking place. It was incomprehen
sible to him, but also beautiful. He didn’t deserve her, but he’d meant what he’d said. He would take her. He would protect her. She was his highest mission now.

  Avery Charles was the good fight. Avery was everything sweet and good in the world, and it would be his honor to protect her with his fucking life. If the world wanted to come at her again, it would have to get through him.

  He tilted her head up, brushing his lips across hers. He wasn’t finished with her. He wanted her again. And again. And again.

  His cock stirred. He shouldn’t be hard again so fast, but she was the one. He’d never believed that there was one woman in the world for him, but she was it. She was brighter, hotter, more beautiful than the other women of the world. She shone for him like a beacon. Avery Charles made him want to be a better man, and he intended to make good on his promise.

  Liam grabbed the soap and reverently started to wash her body clean.

  Her eyes were a little dreamy as she allowed him to soap her up. “Isn’t the sub supposed to serve the Dom?”

  “Silly girl. Don’t you know about aftercare? It’s a term we use to make it sound all serious, but it’s that time when we Doms get down to the real business of worshipping our subs. Don’t let anyone tell you different now.” He turned her toward the water. When they were back in the States, he would buy a new house. Every cent he’d saved would be put into buying her the best life he could give her.

  And their children.

  He was a man who had lived in the past and a whole future was opening up in front of him. It was overwhelming and beautiful. His past didn’t matter. The future he could build was all that counted.

  His cock was straining, but he ignored it for the time being. He reveled in serving her. This was the beauty of the exchange. She gave him her softness, her trust, and he worshipped her for it. From the outside, a BDSM relationship might look like an exchange of softness for strength, but it wouldn’t work if they weren’t both strong. Avery was stronger than him in so many ways. She lifted him up and made him better, and he could do the same for her. He could show her just how amazing she was.