“Grandbabies?” my dad echoes, his gaze dropping to where Tyson’s hand moves to cover my belly. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he’s able to speak again. “You’re already thinking about having babies?”
Tyson’s fingers stroke my belly. “I don’t see any need for us to wait to get on with our lives together. Like I said, sir. I knew the moment I laid eyes on Colette that she was meant to be mine.”
“Well then.” My dad’s lips curve up in a smile as he holds his hand out to Tyson. “I guess you should call me Carson if you’re going to be part of the family.”
I sag in relief as the two most important people in my life shake hands. But the reaction is short-lived because they quickly move to conspiring against me when Tyson adds, “Thanks, Carson. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get Colette home. We had a little misunderstanding about our plans for the evening, and I had to hunt her down here.”
My back straightens at the reminder of how Tyson had managed to find me, but then my dad blows my mind with his cheerful send-off. He kisses me on the cheek and gestures to my left hand as he almost shoves us out the door. “I expect to see something sparkly on her ring finger soon.”
Chapter 10
Colette
“I don’t understand what just happened,” I mumble for about the hundredth time. Tyson has barely said anything on the drive from my dad’s house to his—ours. He got me settled into the car, kissed the heck out of me, and drove for about ten minutes before telling me to calm down since we’d passed the hurdle with my dad. Other than that, he’s focused on driving while I continue to freak out. “My dad has always done everything he could to keep me away from boys, but he just sent me off with you to make babies”—my voice rises to the point of near hysteria—“and basically told you to put a ring on it!”
My reaction might be overblown, but it’s mostly because I’m embarrassed that my dad was the first to mention a possible engagement. I’ve kind of assumed we’re headed in that direction since Tyson kept talking about putting his baby in me last night. And he didn’t hesitate to tell my dad that I’m his. But what if he isn’t thinking about marriage?
Almost as though he’s able to read my mind, Tyson reaches out and squeezes my hand. “Stop thinking about what your dad said. He didn’t suggest anything I wasn’t already planning on doing.” He rubs his thumb over my ring finger, and butterflies swarm in my stomach as he pulls through the gates to our house. “You should be focused on the punishment you earned yourself for skipping out on me tonight.”
“Punishment?” I sputter, shifting in my seat to face him. “First of all, I didn’t skip out on you. I went home, like we agreed.”
“No, this is your home now,” he corrects, pointing out his windshield towards his house.
Pulling my hand out of his, I cross my arms over my chest. “Since I didn’t know that’s what you meant at the time, I didn’t really do anything wrong.”
“Maybe not.” Tyson pulls into the garage and turns off the engine. “But I’m still spanking your ass for what you put me through tonight.”
Spanking.
My.
Ass.
The last thing I should be is turned on right now, but my panties are completely drenched. “Are you sure you want to spank me? There’s lots of other stuff we could do that I bet would be more fun.”
“Oh, trust me. We’re both going to have plenty of fun tonight.” Tyson gets out of the car, rounds the vehicle, and holds his hand to help me out after opening my door. He cups my cheeks with his palms and brushes his lips over mine. “It’ll only sting a little bit. You won’t even remember it hurts with all the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
I shiver and goosebumps spread across my skin. Tyson’s lips tilt up in a knowing grin, and he leads me into the house. We head straight to the bedroom, where he leaves me standing by the door while he kicks off his shoes and sits on the edge of the mattress. “Take it all off. I want to see what should’ve been waiting for me when I got home.”
I’ve never stripped in front of anyone before, but the male appreciation in his eyes settles my nerves. I keep my gaze locked on his as I undo the buttons on my dress and let it drop to the floor. Tyson licks his lips when I slide the lavender silk bra down my shoulders, baring my breasts. I hook my fingers around the silk at my hips and shimmy the panties down my legs.
As soon as they hit the floor, Tyson stands. “Leave the stilettos on and come here.”
I follow his raspy demand, moving next the bed on shaky legs. I feel extremely vulnerable, standing next to him in only my heels while he’s still fully dressed. But it’s also incredibly sexy. There’s a sense of feminine power watching how his blue eyes heat while they move over my body. It fills me with the confidence I need to comply with his next order.
“Lean over the edge of the bed, baby.” He runs his palm down my back as I rest my hands on the mattress. “That’s right. Just like that. I need your sweet ass up in the air for this next part.”
He strokes each of my butt cheeks so gently. I’m not at all expecting the sting when he lifts his hand and it comes back down in a noisy slap that I hear before I feel. I let out a little yelp, and he slides his hand down to my pussy to stroke through my wetness. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
I push against his hand before answering, “No.”
“Can you take another for me?”
“Uh huh,” I moan as his thumb circles my clit.
“Of course you can.” His hand comes down again in a quick smack. “Because you were fucking made for me.”
He alternates between paddling my butt and stroking between my legs until I’m dripping down my inner thighs. My butt feels warm, but he’s careful not to hit me too hard and he alternates where his slaps land so they’re never in the same place twice.
“Where do you belong, Colette?”
He’s built up my need so much, I can’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but in this bedroom with Tyson. “Here.”
“Who do you belong to?”
He drops his hand from between my legs, and I whimper, “You.”
“Who’s the only one allowed to touch you?” he asks as he backs away from me.
“You are.” I look over my shoulder and stare while he quickly strips out of his suit.
“And who’s the only one who can make you come?”
He presses against my back, one arm going around me to hold me in place. He wraps my long black hair around his other fist and bends my head back to capture my mouth with his own. By the time he lifts his head again I’m desperate to feel him inside me. “You dammit! So just do it already. I can’t take anymore.”
“Spread your legs wider. I want you completely open to me.” I inch my legs as far apart as I can get them, until I feel the burn in my thighs. Tyson rewards me by bending his knees, lowering just enough to line his cock up until it nudges my entrance. Then he uses the arm wrapped around me to pull me back against him as he thrusts inside.
“Yes,” I pant, swiveling my hips to get him deeper. It’s all the encouragement he needs to set a punishing pace, our skin slapping together each time he drives into my pussy. My butt is already sensitive from his spanking, and the added tingle only drives me higher. “Please.”
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. “I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy milk all of my cum out of me and straight into your womb.”
It drives me crazy when he talks like that. It’s just so raw and carnal, especially when I can feel his pre-cum painting the inside of my pussy. “I’m so close, Tyson.”
He pulls almost all of the way out and drives back in with a grunt. My pussy tightens around him, and my nails dig into the mattress. His hand slips down, his palm rubbing my clit until it feels like stars explode behind my eyes. My orgasm is so strong; I nearly pass out as I scream his name. I can’t breathe or think, I’m completely out of control as I continue to come for what feels like hours. Tyson pounds into me a few more
times before roaring with his own climax. He sinks deep inside, holding my hips while he fills me with his cum.
“Whoa,” I pant. My arms feel like limp noodles, so I relax them and face-plant into the mattress. “That isn’t quite how I pictured you punishing me, but I have to admit I liked it. I might have to do something to actually earn it at some point in the future.”
After pulling out of me and cleaning me up, Tyson lifts me into his arms and gets us settled on the bed. “Just so long as it doesn’t involve you being away from me or near any other men, that’s fine by me.”
“Remind me to pencil that into my schedule for soon,” I whisper against his chest as I cuddle him close.
“Consider it done since I want all the open spots on your calendar.”
He doesn’t need to worry. He’s already got them...for the rest of our lives as far as I’m concerned.
Chapter 11
Tyson
I wanted to put a ring on Colette's finger the night I brought her home, but I didn’t have the right one yet.
The next day, when she left for work, I sent movers to her dad’s house and had everything brought to our home. I had to promise Carson that I’d propose within a week in order for him to let the guys through the door.
They were done now, so I ask Carson if we can speak somewhere private. He leads me into a beautiful office filled with Cherrywood antique furniture and vintage art. “I never thought I’d say this,” he says with a rueful shake of his head, “but you remind me of myself when I met Colette’s mother. We hadn’t known each other more than a month before she was living with me and planning a wedding.” He walks to a bar built into the far wall and grabs two crystal tumblers.
I take a seat on a comfortable leather couch that is situated in a little nook with a large bay window. After a minute, he joins me and hands me a drink before sitting in a matching chair directly across from me.
Leaning back against the cushions, I take a sip of the smooth scotch, enjoying the subtle burn. “Speaking of weddings,” I begin, “you know I have the means to buy Colette any ring she wants.” I want to make sure he knows my request isn’t because I’m lazy or can’t afford a ring. “But I think you and I both know that what would make her happiest is wearing her mother’s ring.”
Carson’s face softens and he cocks his head to the side thoughtfully. “I almost had my Angelique buried with her wedding ring, but a friend reminded me that whether Colette used it or not, it was a keepsake she would treasure. Instead, I had her buried with mine.” He smiles at me and happiness shines through his brown eyes that are so much like Colette’s as he reaches into his pocket. “I was hoping you would ask for this.” He pulls out a little blue box and reaches his arm out for me to take it.
I set my drink on a chairside table and take the proffered item. When I open it, there is a stunning, five-carat, cushion cut diamond, on a platinum, intricately weaved band, with more diamonds in it. What surprises me is the plain and simple, platinum band nestled behind it. The ring is obviously inexpensive, though it doesn’t look out of place with the flashy diamond.
“I couldn’t afford more than a simple band when I proposed to Angelique. Then, when the studio took off and we didn’t have to put every penny we made back into the business, I tried to replace it with the other ring. She loved it, but she refused to take off the first one and wore both until the day we lost her.”
Emotion nearly chokes me, and I don’t dare say much because I’d sound like a complete pussy. “Thank you,” I croak as I gently close the box and slip it into my pocket.
We stand and Carson shakes my hand before walking me to the door. He opens it but places a palm on my shoulder before I can step outside. “I want grandbabies, and the sooner the better.” His hand squeezes almost painfully. “But I expect them to be born in wedlock,” he warns.
“Yes, sir,” I say smartly. Carson rolls his eyes and releases me before stepping back so I can pass by. “I’d wait by your phone,” I toss over my shoulder as I stride to my car and smile at his laughter that rings out behind me.
I drive home and meet the moving company, directing them on where to put everything after they unpack it all. I took the whole day off so as soon as they are finished, I set up a few things, then hop back into my car and head over to Grier Studios. When I arrive at Colette’s office, she is bent over the front of her desk, searching through a stack of papers, her sexy ass perched in the air. My eyes narrow and I slam the door behind me, then throw the lock.
Colette jolts and spins round, her hand flying to her chest. “Holy crap, Tyson,” she exclaims. “You scared me.”
I stalk towards her and place one hand on her back and the other on her ass, yanking her body flush into mine. My cock immediately went rock hard at the sight I walked in on, and I make sure she can feel every steel inch. Her eyes go wide, and a little moan falls from her red lips. “If this is what happens to me when I see your sweet little ass in a tight skirt on display, what do you think happens to every other man who walks by?” I growl. She glances at the door, and twin spots of pink appear on her cheeks.
“When it comes to your job, your work belongs to the studio, little heiress. But I think I made it very clear who this body belongs to, baby. All the damn time. No matter where you are. I think you’ve earned yourself another spanking.” She nods and attempts to look contrite. But a twinkle appears in her eyes and she snuggles in a little closer, her lower body rubbing across my dick. I sigh and back her up until she’s caged between me and her desk. “It’s not really a fitting punishment when it turns you on so much.” I bend my head low so that my lips brush her ears when I say, “Are you dripping wet for me, Colette?”
She inhales a shuddering breath, and a shiver races through her body. Leaning back, I give her a wicked smile before reaching around her to hit a button on a remote sitting on her desk. The wall of windows that look into her office from the hallway suddenly become opaque.
“Tyson,” she gasps. “We can’t—”
I don’t hear the rest of her protest as I drop to my knees and shove her skirt up to her waist. Her panty hose are thigh high and held up by sexy as fuck, lacy garters. My mouth waters at the damp spot on her silky panties, and I waste no time pulling them to the side and licking up the center of her pussy. She’s drenched and I lick and suck every drop. Colette moans and her knees shake before she leans against the desk for support. With my face buried between her legs, I can’t watch her face as I make her come, but I enjoy the sounds of her pleasure as I drive her higher. But I don’t want anyone to hear them except me. “Keep it down, baby,” I remind her and her moans become muffled, likely she put her fist to her mouth.
Knowing my woman like I do, when she is right on the edge, I stand back up and slam my mouth over hers even as my fingers plunge inside, while my thumb presses on her clit. I swallow her scream of ecstasy and continue to kiss her as her orgasm slowly fades. I don’t let her descend completely before I start working her up again. She mewls in half-hearted protest, mumbling something about not being able to do it again. I release her lips and growl, “You’ll give me another one. But this time, I’m going to be deep in your pussy so that you’ll take every drop of my cum.”
I flip her around suddenly, and push her back so she bends over and sprawls her torso on the desk top. She gasps again when I jerk her hips up and tear away her panties, revealing her lily-white ass and puffy pink pussy lips. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” I spank each cheek and my dick leaks cum at her whimper and the way she pushes her ass back, asking for more. “Fucking perfect for me,” I murmur as I free my cock. I line up my dick and drive all the way inside until my balls slap against her. I pull back and plow in, smacking her ass at the same time. After a few more thrusts and slaps, I grasp her hips and hold her steady as I begin to pound in and out. Her moans become louder and start to escalate to cries, so I quickly cover her mouth with one hand, muffling her scream as she splinters apart. Somehow, I manage to keep from sho
uting as I come, releasing only a low, guttural groan.
It takes a few minutes for both of us to recover and I’m just pulling out of her warmth when there’s a knock at the door. Colette jumps with a yelp and tries to wiggle away, her face turning redder than the pink flush from our fucking. I grab her hips before she can wiggle me back to a full hardon and yell, “What?”
There is silence for a moment as Colette struggles and I finally let her go, only to help her straighten out her clothing. “They’re going to know you’re in here!” she hisses frantically.
I raise an eyebrow and mutter, “I’m your man, why wouldn’t I be in here?”
“Because we just had sex,” she snaps. “They’ll know.” She places her hands on her burning cheeks and starts pacing. Throwing me a nasty look when I can’t help but chuckle.
“Not everyone’s mind is as dirty as yours, baby. We could be in here eating lunch for all they know.” I smile devilishly as I glance pointedly to her shredded underwear lying on the floor by the desk. “After all, I just finished mine.”
Colette’s blush deepens so she is practically tomato red. It’s fucking adorable, especially with the spark of hunger flaring to life in her eyes.
“Um, your afternoon meeting cancelled,” her assistant, Crystal, finally calls through the door.
Colette tries to straighten her appearance as she strides quickly to the door. It doesn’t matter, she looks freshly fucked and the caveman inside me loves the idea of people knowing she’s taken and well-satisfied.
She unlocks and opens the door, giving her assistant a calm smile. “Thank you, Crystal. Please bring me—”
“Colette is done for the day,” I interrupt, walking up behind her. She turns her head and frowns at me, but I ignore her. “She won’t be in tomorrow either.” Colette starts to say something, but I give Crystal my most charming smile before shutting the door once again.
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