Molly's Man (Haven, Texas Book 4)

by Laylah Roberts

  “You broke it.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You don’t sound very sorry.”

  “Don’t I? Maybe you should make sure I’m feeling properly repentant.”

  He drew her back, staring down at her. By now, it was too dark to see each other clearly but she could feel how intent he was. “Molly, we don’t have to do any of that.”

  She stiffened. “Why? Because I have cancer? I don’t need you to pity me or treat me with kid gloves. Part of the reason I put off telling you everything was because I knew you’d stay with me no matter how you truly felt about me. Because that’s the sort of guy you are. I don’t want you to stay out of loyalty or pity.”

  “I am with you because I love you,” he growled, shaking her slightly. “Not because I feel like I should, or because I pity you, damn it.”

  “I know,” she said quietly. “And I love you. All of you. I want to live out the rest of my life as normally as possible. And normal for us is you tying me up, spanking me and plugging me, damn it.”

  He let out a low chuckle. She soon joined him and, wow, it felt good to laugh.

  “I like our normal,” she told him. “I need it and so do you. Don’t treat me like I’m dying, Jake. Please. That is the exact last thing I need or want.”

  He pulled her close. “You’re sure?”

  “Dude, what does a girl need to do to get a spanking around here?”

  “Absolutely nothing, because her Dom says she’s already owed quite a few.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Um, have you forgotten that you ran off without telling me you were going? That you kept things from me? You got drunk while you were alone and vulnerable, putting yourself in danger. I think I’ll need to spank you every night for at least two weeks.”

  “Oh, yes, please.”

  He set her onto the sand then stood and brushed himself off before reaching for her. She slipped her hands into his and let him pull her up. Suddenly he bent and swung her up over his shoulder.

  “Hey!” She slapped at his ass. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  A heavy smack landed on her ass. “Quiet, kitten.” Another smack. “Or do you want someone to come and see what all that noise is about?” Two more smacks landed. “Because an audience won’t make me stop.”

  She knew he meant every damn word. Thankfully she was staying in her own little hut set on the beachside, so he didn’t have to walk through a hotel lobby carrying her.

  “Where’s the key?” he asked as he reached the sliding door.

  Uh-oh. “It’s not locked.”

  He stiffened then without a word, reached out and opened the door. Then he very carefully set her on her feet beside the bed before turning and locking the door.

  Just the way he moved so carefully made her very aware of how upset he was.

  “You want to yell at me, don’t you?” She sat back and ridiculously felt like smiling. Because this felt normal. Right. If he’d treated her like she was ill or fragile she’d have been constantly reminded that she was dying. She didn’t want that, for either of them.

  “God damn it, Molly!” He turned, his hands on his hips. “I know you’re a smart woman, what the hell where you thinking? Anyone could have come in here.”

  “I was only going out for a few minutes.” She hadn’t wanted to go far in case he came back. “And I wasn’t that far away.”

  He pointed a finger at her. “Not the point. From now on, you lock the door. Always. That’s getting you some extra punishment.”

  She sighed. “Too bad you haven’t got anything here to punish me with, hmm?”

  “Oh, but I do.”

  Jake’s emotions were still rioting. He went from elation that she was here, in front of him, smiling at him, about to submit to his discipline to the realization he was going to lose her.

  He turned abruptly, using the excuse of having to get his toys from his bag to hide his feelings from her. Normally, he was the king of control. He’d been accused of being stony-faced more than once. But his emotions were just below the surface tonight. He’d had all day to think about the fact that she was dying. He still couldn’t believe it.

  He also couldn’t waste what time he had with her. Every minute had to count. And if this was what she needed then he’d give it to her. He needed to keep it together. Right now, the last thing she needed was for him to fall apart on her. He’d done that earlier when he’d walked out. From now on, he took care of her. He gave her what she needed. He put her first.

  And if he needed to fall apart, he’d make damn sure not to do it in her presence. He knew she would disagree. That she might see it as him hiding himself from her. But she had enough to go through. He’d be her rock. If she wanted to do everything on that bucket list, he’d make it happen even if the idea of letting her jump from a plane terrified him. And if she needed him to dominate her he’d do that too. Normal. Their normal.

  “Jake? Is everything all right?” There was an uncertainty to her voice and he knew he’d taken too long.

  “No.” He turned with the small bag he’d drawn from his suitcase.

  Her eyes widened.

  “You’re not naked and in position.”

  The tension in her body eased and she smiled. “Sorry, Sir.” She quickly stood and then slowly started to strip. Brat. She knew exactly how she was affecting him. She was slowly coming to understand that he thought she was beautiful. He knew it might take her a while not to see all her supposed faults. But right now, she was putting on one hell of a sexy strip show.

  When she reached for her bra, his heart sped up. Her breasts spilled free. He stared at them for a moment, feeling his anger stir.

  No. No, he couldn’t allow the cancer invading her body change the way he perceived a single part of her. Her breasts were as beautiful as they always were. To prove that point to himself and to her, he stepped forward, dropping the bag so he could cup her breasts. He drew them up and pushed them together so he could lick at her nipples. He sucked on first one then the other. Her breathing grew sharper, faster.

  She reached up and ran her hands through his hair. “Jake.”

  He drew back, giving her a stern look. “What do you call me?”

  “Sir.”

  “That’s right. Now get those panties off, which, by the way, you are not allowed to wear, and find your position.”

  He picked up the bag, placing it on the bed as she scrambled into place. She knelt with her knees slightly apart, her hands resting palms up on her thighs.

  “Is that the position you should be in?” He tapped her leg with his foot. She widened them slightly. “You seem to have forgotten quite a lot, kitten. I couldn’t fit a spreader bar in my bag, but I’m sure if I asked at reception that they could come up with something I could use. I’m resourceful like that.”

  She quickly pushed her legs out wide. He had to bite back a smile as he pulled his supplies from the bag. He hadn’t brought everything, of course. It wouldn’t fit, and some things might have set alarm bells off at customs. Not that customs in Rarotonga seemed to be terribly thorough.

  Hmm . . . but maybe reception could help him out with something else.

  “Kitten, I want you to go and have a long shower. I’ve got something I need to do first.”

  She looked at him in puzzlement then opened her mouth, clearly about to question him.

  “Now. Or you won’t be allowed to come tonight.”

  She jumped up and practically flew into the bathroom.

  Molly came out about fifteen minutes later, a towel wrapped around her. Jake shook his head as he saw her. “Towel. Off.”

  Yeah, she figured that would happen.

  “Come here.” He pointed at a spot in front of him. She came to a stop, watching him. Excitement stirred her. Taking a long shower had been torturous.

  “Turn around. Let me see all of you. Slowly.”

  She moved in a circle, blushing slightly as he studied her. When she faced him once
again, he gave her a small nod of satisfaction. Then he turned back to the bed to grab something. When he turned, her interest was piqued as she saw what was in his hand. “Is that a harness?”

  “Yes, with a clit stimulator.”

  He knelt and touched her foot. “Hold onto me and I’ll slide this on.”

  He drew the harness up over her legs. “Spread wide.”

  She moved her legs wider as the harness reached her thighs. Jake parted her lips, revealing her clit which was already throbbing. He drew the harness up further, positioning the tickler against her clit. He took a long time getting the position just right, rubbing it against her clit until she was at the point of screaming. Then finally, he tightened the straps to hold it in place and stood.

  “Right, let’s see how that goes.” He grabbed a remote and pressed the button. Immediately the tickler buzzed against her clit. She groaned, nearly falling backward. Jake grabbed her, steadying her.

  “Easy, kitten. Let’s just get you into a better position.” He moved her towards the bed. “I want you to kneel on the floor and lean over, place your arms and chest on the bed and stick that ass out for me. Legs far apart. Perfect.”

  “Jake, oh, God!” The clit tickler was driving her wild. She was close. So close. Then it stopped.

  She whimpered.

  “Uh-uh, no coming for you. Not without permission. And that won’t come for a while.” A knock on the door made her stiffen. “They made good time. Make sure you stay there. Just like that. You move and there will be hell to pay.”

  Stay there? But what if they saw her? Her face flamed red even as she realized that the idea kind of turned her on.

  There was the sound of low voices and then the door closing. She stared over her shoulder at Jake.

  “Did I say you could move?”

  With a squeak, she turned back around, but he laid a few heavy swats against her buttocks anyway.

  “Such a naughty kitten. I think it’s long past the time that you were introduced to figging.”

  Figging? Ginger? He was going to stick ginger up her ass? Wait. Is that what had just been delivered?

  “Did you call room service for ginger?” she asked.

  “I certainly did. They were very obliging and got me a nice fat, long piece from the kitchen, as well as a sharp knife. Now hush while I carve you a ginger plug.”

  Oh, fuck. She was in for it now.

  “Um, Jake, you realize there’s been nothing up my ass for over a week now.”

  “Don’t worry, kitten, this is going to be much smaller than your normal plug.”

  Yeah, somehow that wasn’t all that reassuring.

  “And how do you address me?”

  “Sir. Sorry, Sir. The idea of you calling room service for a piece of ginger may have stolen my ability to think clearly.”

  “Funnily enough, they didn’t seem that shocked. Possibly not the first time they’ve been asked for a piece of ginger so a Dom could punish his wayward sub. Now, I just need to wash it and we’ll be ready.”

  He returned from the bathroom a few minutes later and knelt behind her. She scrunched her eyes shut. When she’d read about figging, she’d been incredibly turned on. But she’d also figured she’d never experience the reality.

  Jake rubbed a hand over her ass. “Relax, kitten. It’s not going to be that bad. You might even like it.”

  “You ever had ginger up your ass before?”

  “Yep. I’d never ask you to do something I hadn’t experienced.”

  She opened her eyes and stared over her shoulder at him. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “And how did it feel?”

  He grinned. “It wasn’t bad until I clenched down. Then it stung like crazy and I couldn’t wait to get the damn thing back out.”

  She groaned.

  “Now eyes back around and take a deep breath in.”

  She took a deep breath in as he parted her ass cheeks wide. The ginger was much smaller than the plugs he’d been using on her, but there was no lube to ease the way so he moved in slowly, in small increments. It was wet and cold, but not unpleasant. By the time he let go of her ass, she was wondering what all the fuss was about.

  “Damn, that’s a pretty sight. I’m going to have to do this more often.” He grabbed hold of her cheeks, massaging them. Then he struck out suddenly with his hand against her butt. She cried out, clenching down on the ginger root, forcing it to release some of its juices.

  “Holy fuck, that stings.”

  Another two smacks. “Watch your language, kitten. And you hold onto that ginger. If it falls out, I’m going to have to call for another piece.”

  Tears stung her eyes as he continued to spank her ass. The heat from the spanking combined with the burning in her asshole was almost too overwhelming.

  “No more keeping things from your Dom. No holding things back, even if it is to protect me, understand? My primary job is to look after you. I cannot do that if you hide things from me. And the same goes for me.”

  “Does this . . . mean I get . . . to stick ginger up your butt?”

  “Oh hell, no, kitten. Not even in your wildest dreams.”

  Just when the pain reached the point of being too much, the clit tickler started to buzz. Her orgasm rushed at her with the force of a high-speed train.

  “Jake! Jake!”

  “Come, kitten. Come for me.” His hand landed again, and she screamed as she came, her orgasm so hard and intense the room spun around her.

  Jake quickly withdrew the ginger from her ass, throwing it to one side. He couldn’t wait. He needed her. He’d stripped earlier in the bathroom. Now, he reached for a condom, feeling desperate.

  He wanted to move slowly, to savor the moment that he entered her, but, instead, he found himself driving deep within her. God, that felt so good. He withdrew then pushed back into her. He couldn’t last. He tried to count, to distract himself, but the heat of her pussy and the way she kept clenching down on him as her orgasm still rippled through her body were too much for him. He was so close to the edge. He bit down on his lip, but he couldn’t hold back. His balls tight, the orgasm built in the small of his back and then he exploded.

  She snuggled in against his warm chest. After that explosive orgasm, Jake had removed the clit tickler before carrying her into the bathroom where he’d bathed her. He’d been sweet and gentle, giving her time to come down from her high.

  Now they were back in bed, cuddled up together. There was no where she’d rather be.

  He ran his fingers down her arm. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but I need to know what we’re dealing with. What’s your prognosis? Did you have a second opinion?”

  She took in a sharp breath.

  “Why didn’t they take the breast? Had it spread too far?”

  She stiffened. “Um, I’m not sure.”

  “You’re not sure about what?”

  “Whether the cancer has spread.”

  “They haven’t run other tests? What doctor did you see?”

  “One in New York.”

  “How long ago was that?”

  “When the biopsy came back positive for cancer.” She hated thinking about this, but he had a right to ask these questions.

  “What about chemo? A mastectomy?”

  This was going to be hard to explain. “I decided I didn’t want treatment. Both my mom and grandma fought, and, in the end, they lost. I figured I’d be better off living my life rather than spending it sick and alone.”

  He stiffened beneath her. “So you just made the decision to give up?”

  She winced. “I didn’t really have much reason to fight.”

  “And now?” he asked. “If I asked you to fight, would you?”

  Tears dripped down her face. She didn’t know if it would work. Part of her was afraid to try and fail. But she did have a reason to want to live now.

  “I’m scared.”

  He turned to lay on his side, moving her so they face
d one another. “So am I. But, baby, if there’s a chance, we have to take it. And I’ll be here for you, through it all. You might have been alone before, but you’re not now. You have a whole town behind you, you have friends, and me. You have me. I’ll fight with you. But you have to want to do it. Just know I’m with you no matter what.”

  Molly realized she’d been scared to want to live because she figured she would fail. And now she was terrified to die and leave him. So in the end there was only one thing she could do. And surprisingly, it was an easier decision to make than she thought it would be.

  “I do. I want to fight to live. I want to stay with you.”

  “Thank you, God,” he muttered. He hugged her tightly. “You are everything to me and I will do whatever is necessary to keep you.”

  “Me too. I promise, I won’t leave again. Not without saying goodbye.”

  “If I have my way, you won’t ever have to say goodbye.”

  14

  Her stomach rolled as she walked out of the building which housed the oncologist’s office in Houston. Darkness circled her vision as they walked down the steps. Jake wrapped an arm around her, steadying her as her breath came in sharp pants.

  “Easy, baby. Calm down.”

  He guided her into a seat. But her airways seemed to constrict even further. She was going to pass out.

  “Molly, take a deep breath. Come on, calm down.”

  She shook her head.

  “Molly, stop it. Stop it right the fuck now. You’re gonna breathe. You are going to calm down and breathe.”

  His voice held no bend. None of the patient, gentle man was present, just the commanding Dom who would be obeyed.

  “I-I can’t.” But her airways were starting to ease up, oxygen filtering through.

  “You can. And you will. Look at me. I’m right here, I’m not leaving you. You’re safe and you’re not alone. You will calm down. Now.”

  “You know . . . just ordering someone . . . to be calm . . . doesn’t work.” Except the world was coming back into focus, and she could breathe more easily.

  “It can when I’m in charge.”