Those words set me off. A tingle spread from my toes to my head, igniting an explosion so great to erupt inside of me. I breathed through the fast and unexpected release, my muscles jumping and twitching under his touch.
He groaned, pushing into me one last time before shaking against me. His release was long, coating me from the inside out with his warmth.
Placing me on my feet, he pulled out and wiped the tip of him over my center. “You weren’t supposed to come, beautiful girl.”
“I tried...” I panted as he kept rubbing himself between my legs. My head fell back against him and I let out a satisfied sigh.
“You didn’t try very hard.” Parker kissed my neck. “Every inch of you is mine,” he said, brushing his length from my core to the area at my rear.
I gasped, stiffening against him. “Parker, I—”
He chuckled. “All in due time, angel. But right now,” The wetness from his release coated me completely and although it was sticky, it sent a heat over my skin. It made me feel owned, like he was marking me as his. “I just want you to feel my come everywhere.”
“God, you feel good.” I breathed through the tightness in my chest over him being disappointed in me for allowing myself to come.
“I know.”
I rolled my eyes at his smug response and laughed. “Thank you,” I said finally.
He released me and righted his pants before placing a soft peck on my lips. “No. Thank you. If we had time, I would just bend you over and spank your ass for coming.”
“I’m sorry,” I said softly, looking down at my feet.
He pinched my chin. “I can’t seem to punish you,” he said, his gaze taking on a faraway look.
Standing on tiptoes, I placed a soft peck on his mouth. “Teach me to give you all of me. To allow myself to let go and give you my submission completely.”
Parker cleared his throat and released me, running a hand over his shaved head. “You submitting to me turns me on.”
Laughing, I got dressed and went to open the door when Parker stopped me. Looking up at him, I frowned.
“When we leave this room, I want you to grab something to eat and find an empty spot at the table. If we were alone, I’d have you kneeling on the floor and I would feed you myself. But I don’t think the guys would take too kindly to that.”
My heart jumped at the image of eating out of his hand. “People do that?”
He smiled. “They do. Some do it as punishment where the sub has to eat out of a dog bowl. I’ve also seen it where they aren’t allowed to use any hands.”
My cheeks heated. “That would be embarrassing.”
He nodded. “That’s the point. Remember, it’s all planned out in advance. This isn’t like your books. Most submissives know what they’re getting into. But of course, you do get the random asshole now and again.”
“I…I don’t think I would like that.” I swallowed hard. “Sir.”
Parker cupped the back of my neck and kissed my forehead. “I know, Keely. I wouldn’t do that to you even if it wasn’t a hard limit for you.”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because you’ve been embarrassed enough in your life at Devin’s hands. You may think you’d enjoy it but I know that it would bring you further into yourself than you already are.” He kissed my head again and stepped back.
I never thought of it that way. The things Devin used to do to me weren’t always private. I grew accustomed to having an audience. To the point where I was able to shut off my mind, diving into that safe place that I liked to call my home away from home.
“The only person that I feel comfortable being myself around besides you, Colin and Jones, is Anne.”
I nodded in understanding. Anne, Parker’s housekeeper, was like a motherly figure to him. The elderly woman understood his needs and never batted an eye at seeing me naked from time to time. I found that I was getting comfortable in my own skin, embracing my nakedness as a new norm thanks to Parker.
“Troy asked me about your unconventional needs,” I said, remembering me blurting out that confession.
“How?” Parker asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.
“I accidentally mentioned it but quickly changed the subject. He’s not stupid though. He must have seen our special table and the shackles on the feet of the couch.”