by Leah Brooke
Mac chuckled. “Poor baby. I’ve had days like that, and they’re no fun. I’ll take care of you as soon as I can get home. Go take a long bubble bath until I get there. I know how much you love them. After I feed you, I’ll give you one of my famous foot rubs.”
Relieved that he no longer sounded so hurt, Jasmine laughed softly. “If they’re so famous, how come I’ve never heard of them?”
His voice lowered, taking on that silky huskiness that both warmed her heart and stroked her femininity.
“Because you’ve never been mine before. You are now, and I plan to take very good care of you. I’ll be home in about an hour. Go take your bath and wait for me, okay?”
The threat of a spanking if she disobeyed him the night before came rushing back, making her bottom tingle with awareness. She wanted to ask him what he would do if she didn’t obey him, just to see if he would threaten the same thing again, but she didn’t have the nerve.
“Okay.” Smiling when the phone clicked in her ear, she shook her head and stood, her step a little lighter as she headed for the bathroom.
Several minutes later, she lay back against the towel she’d rolled as a pillow and sank deeper into the warm, scented water, her thoughts centered on Mac.
Just hearing his voice eased some of the stress she’d been carrying for hours.
Amazing.
* * * *
The slide of a hand over her body and the warm caress at her temple roused Jasmine in slow increments. Recognizing Mac’s touch, she kept her eyes closed and turned toward him, smiling when the fingers of his other hand slid through her hair.
Moaning as the hand slid from her breast to her belly, Jasmine turned her head toward him. “I must have fallen asleep.”
Mac’s hand in the water moved lower, his fingers teasing her mound before sliding lower to part her folds. “Must have.”
Still groggy, Jasmine automatically parted her thighs to give him access, moaning when his fingers delved between her folds and began to stroke her clit. “Oh, Mac.” Bending her knees, she gripped his arm to keep from sliding deeper into the water.
“Shh. Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
Jasmine didn’t have the strength, or the will to do anything else, her body melting under his hands.
“Mac.” Tilting her head back against the towel, she looked up into his eyes, surprised at the strength of possessive tenderness she saw there.
Each stroke of his finger over her clit made it swell and throb a little more, bringing the tender nub to life and making it burn.
The hand in her hair went to her shoulder, holding her close and keeping her from sliding lower.
“Hmm?” His finger slowed, drawing out her ascent, his slow caress sending tingling waves of sensation through her.
It took her several seconds before she remembered what she wanted to say to him. Still looking into his eyes, she moaned at the friction on her clit, hot below the surface of the cooling water. “I don’t know how to deal with a man like you. You’re nothing like Tom.”
Mac’s jaw tightened. “You’re right about that.”
She gulped when his strokes came faster. “I hope I can be what you need. Oh, God. Mac!”
The tingling began to burn, the pressure inside her building. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled her knees back against her chest, desperate for more. Unable to stand the too-strong sensation, she cried out and lowered them again, her body jerking as she came.
The intense pleasure hit her hard, her body bowing out of the water as it claimed her.
Leaning over her, his face just inches from hers, Mac slowed his strokes. “This is what I need from you, Jazz. I need to take care of you. I need you to trust that I would do nothing to hurt you.”
His eyes flared with heat at her cry of release, and with a groan, he withdrew his fingers from between her thighs and flattened his hand on her belly.
“Your happiness is the most important thing in the world to me, baby.”
Smiling despite the tension emanating from him, he tapped a nipple. “Your water’s cold. Do you want to get out and eat now, or do you want me to heat your water up for you so you can soak a little longer? The pizza’s staying hot in the oven.”
To her embarrassment, her stomach growled.
Mac grinned. “I guess I have my answer.”
Jasmine giggled. “I’m starving now.” She got to her feet, acutely aware of his eyes raking over her as he steadied her. “I can’t believe I fell asleep. Did you get your work done?”
Mac wrapped her in a towel, and to her surprise, lifted her from the tub. “Yes, and I’m a mess. I want to take a shower before we eat.”
He started to dry her, running the towel briskly over her before patting her bottom and pointing to the hook on the door. “I brought in your robe. Just wear that tonight. You’ll be comfortable and it’ll keep you warm.”
Something inside her bristled at the demand in his tone, but she decided it would be ridiculous to get upset about it. It did sound like just what she needed.
Donning her robe, she watched as he undressed, his movements hurried. She let her gaze linger on his wide chest before it was drawn to his cock as he threw off the last of his clothing. Surprised that, although he was aroused, he didn’t seem to want to do anything about it, Jasmine frowned. “Mac, don’t you want to have sex?”
Mac grinned and whipped the shower curtain partially closed before starting the water. “Jazz, when you’re around, I always want to have sex.”
When steam began to rise from the shower, he stepped inside and closed the curtain behind him. “Keep me company while I shower.”
With a smile, Jasmine lowered the lid of the toilet and sat staring at the shower, trying to get more than a glimpse of Mac’s incredible body that her shower curtain allowed.
Deciding to buy a clear shower curtain the next time she went shopping, Jasmine reached for her moisturizer, struck by the realization of how much better she felt since coming home from work.
She knew soaking in the tub had been part of it.
Having an orgasm had certainly mellowed her, and eased even more of the tension, but she knew Mac made all the difference.
Sitting here in such an intimate setting with a man she’d lusted after for so long felt more natural than she would have expected.
Smoothing moisturizer onto her face, Jasmine found herself relaxing even more, the tension and stress of the day melting away. “So you finished the job you were working on?”
“Yep.” Mac poked his head out. “I would have finished on time if I hadn’t been shopping for you earlier.”
Blinking in surprise, Jasmine paused. “Shopping for me?” Setting the jar aside, she reached for her body cream, frowning. “Why would you shop for me?”
The water shut off just seconds before the shower curtain flew open. Mac reached for a towel, his gorgeous body glistening with moisture.
“Because you’re so worried about going out with Tom and his fiancée Friday night. I bought you something to wear and a few other things to make the evening memorable.”
Jasmine had a hard time concentrating on their conversation, the sight of Mac’s wet, muscular body making it difficult to think about anything else.
Forcing herself to meet his gaze, Jasmine frowned again. “A few other things to make the evening memorable? That sounds ominous.”
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Grinning, he stepped out, running the towel over his lean, muscular frame. Straightening, he met her gaze squarely. “It pisses me off that you’re so nervous about Friday night. I’m going to make sure you’re not thinking about anything but me.”
Shaking her head, Jasmine couldn’t hold back a smile. “I realize that you’re being nice, but I have to admit, you make me a little nervous.”
Mac’s eyes narrowed. “I like taking care of you so you’re just going to have to get used to it. We’re going to that new place on Main, so there’ll be dancing, too. I bought you a sexy black dress and I c
an’t wait to see you in it.”
The underlying authority in his tone unsettled her, but the tenderness and love shining in his eyes eased most of her trepidation. “You didn’t have to do that. I have something to wear.”
Mesmerized by the magnificence of his naked form, she found it hard to believe that a man so compelling would be her husband.
Using the excuse of smoothing scented moisturizer onto her legs, she looked away.
She’d always known Mac to be arrogant, but she didn’t know if she’d ever get used to having that arrogance directed at her.
She’d always been independent, a quality she’d needed during her marriage, and even more after her divorce.
It made it difficult to accept having decisions made for her.
Because of his thoughtfulness and caring, though, she couldn’t seem to work up any anger at Mac’s take-charge attitude.
Mac tossed the towel into the laundry hamper and came forward, taking the cream from her and setting it aside before gripping her shoulders. With gentle hands, he lifted her to her feet, bending to kiss her forehead as he gathered her against his warm, hard chest.
“Like I said, I like taking care of you.”
He ran a hand down her back to her bottom, giving her a playful pat that had her involuntarily leaning into him, breathing in his warm, clean scent.
“It’s a good thing I brought some clothes over. As soon as I get dressed and get some food into you, I’ll give you a foot rub you’ll never forget.”
* * * *
Lying on the sofa, Jasmine rubbed her full stomach and moaned and thought about his promise. “Oh, Mac.” She flexed her toes, a sizzling heat racing up her calf that warmed her all the way through. “You weren’t kidding. Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
Lifting her foot to his lips, Mac reached for her other foot. “Just part of my charm. Your feet must have been really sore today. As soon as I heard about the bus accident on the radio, I knew you would be having a rough day.”
Thinking about how tired and tense she’d been when she’d left the hospital emergency room after work, she sighed, melting under Mac’s expert hands.
“I did. It was a tour bus and it seemed the injured just kept coming. It was bad. No one ate. Someone brought in a box of cookies and they were gone before I even got to them. Bastards just left the crumbs.”
Mac worked his magic on her other foot, his hand firm as it slid to her calf and began to massage.
“Bastards. Well, you sure made up for it with the pizza. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ready to come to blows over food. I was scared I was going to get knocked over if I got in your way.”
Unable to imagine being able to knock Mac anywhere, Jasmine giggled. “Yeah, I’m sure you were scared to death. Oh, that feels so good.” She moaned when his hands slid higher and kneaded her thighs, his firm, but gentle strokes unknotting muscles she hadn’t even realized had been knotted.
“Mac, you’re spoiling me. I think I’m melting.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy spoiling you. Wait until I get to your back. I’ll bet you’re still tight there.”
Jasmine opened her eyes to mere slits, not even remembering when she’d closed them. “I feel loose everywhere. If you ever decide to give up the landscaping business, you could make a fortune as a masseuse.”
Frowning, she shook her head. “Forget that. I wouldn’t want to think about you doing this to other women.”
Chuckling, Mac effortlessly flipped her to her belly. “Don’t worry. You’re the only person I would do this for.”
He made quick work of spreading her robe, lifting it high before squirting more of her scented moisturizer into his palm.
“Wait until you see the ice cream sundae that’s waiting for you in the freezer.” He laid a hand on each of the cheeks of her ass, and began to work the muscles there.
Jasmine groaned, fighting not to tighten up. “Mac. Do you have any idea how long it took me to lose weight after my divorce? Tom always said—Ow!” The sharp slap on her bottom startled her more than it hurt her, and with a gasp, she whirled, covering the warm spot with her hand.
With a chastising look, Mac took her hand and moved it aside and began to massage again, rubbing the heat in.
“I don’t give a fuck what Tom said or thought about anything.” He spread her thighs and moved to kneel between them, sliding his hands up to her back. “When I first met you, I couldn’t take my eyes off your ass. It used to frustrate me when you thought you were fat. You’re beautiful, Jazz. Besides, I think you deserve some ice cream after the day you had today, don’t you?”
Another moan escaped when his hands slid to her bottom again. Trying to ignore the sharpened sensation between her thighs, she pretended not to notice when his massaging fingers tugged the cheeks of her bottom, parting them and making her puckered opening sting.
She didn’t know if he even realized what he was doing and didn’t want to draw attention to it but found it hard to remain still when the tingling warmth spread from her puckered opening to her slit, arousing her when her defenses had already been all but destroyed.
Pushing against the sofa cushions, she tried to sit up, but Mac pressed his hands to her back, gently urging her back down. “I haven’t even started on your back. Close your eyes and just relax.”
With his hands working their magic, Jasmine knew she didn’t have much choice. Every tight muscle in her back became loose under his firm kneading motion, her entire body going lax.
He talked about his day, and the job he’d finished before coming home, keeping up a running monologue that didn’t require any response from her.
She suspected he did it on purpose, talking about something as mundane as shrubs and flowers and lulling her into a drowsy state that made it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes open.
The strokes on her back lengthened, his strong hands sliding from her shoulders to her thighs, pausing to knead the cheeks of her bottom and her inner thighs with each pass.
Each time she started to tighten up, he slid his hands to her back and massaged the muscles there until she became loose again.
He did it over and over until she couldn’t even work up the strength to tighten against him anymore, his tone softening along with her muscles.
“It looks great now. One night we’ll go past there and you can see it.”
Jasmine attempted a smile. “Like that.”
“You would, would you?” The low teasing in his tone made her smile. “If you’re not careful, I just might get the idea you’ve got a thing for me.”
Jasmine moaned at the feel of his hands working the muscles on her inner thighs again, involuntarily lifting her bottom as his thumbs moved closer and closer to her slit.
“Hmm. God forbid. You’re already too arrogant.”
Laughing softly, Mac moved from between her thighs to kneel on the floor beside her. Leaning over her, he bent to kiss the shoulder he bared, running one hand over her hair while caressing her bottom with a warm, callused hand.
“Too arrogant? There’s no such thing.” Pushing her hair back, he stared into her eyes, his smile tender.
“I’m a man who’s willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want. I’m also a man who knows that he needs to protect and take care of what belongs to him. Would you call that arrogant?”
The slow slide of his fingers through her slit created a delicious warmth that had her lifting into it and parting her thighs before she even made the conscious decision to do so.
“It’s arrogance if you consider me one of your belongings, or if you try to make decisions for me.”
Sliding a slick finger into her pussy, he lifted her left hand and ran his thumb over the ring he’d placed there.
“You’re my woman, Jasmine, and soon, you’ll be my wife. Of course, you belong to me, and I consider it my responsibility to take care of you.”
Bending lower, he brushed his warm lips over her shoulder again. “It’s som
ething I’ve looked forward to for some time.”
She found herself lifting into his strokes, her pussy clenching on his finger. Aroused by the fullness inside her, and the firm press against her pussy walls, Jasmine spread her legs wider.
He withdrew almost all the way, circling her slippery entrance before thrusting into her again, her juices easing the way.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. To make you happy. To give you pleasure.”
He touched his lips to hers, making them tingle, while thrusting into her pussy again. “Wait until you see some of the surprises I have in store for you.”
Jasmine gasped as the finger inside her withdrew again and slid to her puckered opening, moaning when he gathered her juices and spread them over a place no man had ever touched before. With a whimper of helpless excitement, she tried to sit up, but Mac anticipated her, flattening a hand between her shoulder blades, effectively holding her in place. Realizing that she’d lifted and opened wide to him, she tried to close her thighs, but the hand between them prevented it. She moaned when the firm press of his finger against her bottom hole forced it to give way, shaken at the stark intimacy.
The press of his finger against her inner walls was like nothing she could have ever imagined, the pressure he applied keeping her from lowering herself again. It left her with her ass high in the air and Mac’s finger inside her, giving him complete access. Alarmed at the foreign sensation, she kicked her feet, stunned by the eroticism and her body’s own response to such a dominant act. “What are you doing?”
Brushing his lips over her shoulder again, Mac smiled. “Trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. You have no idea what seeing you this way does to me.” He moved the tip of the finger he held inside her, making her puckered opening sting. The sharp stabs of awareness rippled through her anus, setting off an erotic storm inside her, a decadent storm that held her in its grip and made escape impossible.
She’d always known Mac to be an incredibly physical man, but she’d never imagined anything like the way he touched her now. “Mac. I don’t—ah!”
Gasping when the finger inside her went deeper and began to move, Jasmine bit her lip against the sharp surge of lust consuming her. She couldn’t prevent a cry from escaping when he moved his finger in a circular motion, awakening nerve endings she’d never imagined existed. His finger felt huge inside her, and so hot she burned.
