filling me and leaving me, filling me and leaving me and then, finally, a deeply gratifying animal-like sensation consumes me.
When it comes it’s different than I anticipated. This orgasm is so intense, so deep, it feels like Luke’s become part of me.
He gives a growl and a thrust, locking his hands to my hips. My ass clenches down on his cock and I cry out as the final shudder of pleasure rushes through me.
His cock bursts, releasing hot seed that fills my ass, spilling out over me.
We tremble together, recovering. His mouth is on my neck, my shoulders, kissing me as his heavy breaths slow.
We take our time, kissing, talking. We shower together, lathering one another’s skin under the warm water.
We dress and lie on fresh sheets that we’ve changed together. I cozy up on my side and he spoons me, becoming a loving protective wall, shielding me from the world.
Just as we’re drifting off, my phone rings.
Lulu’s picture pops up on the screen. I ask Luke, “It’s Lulu. Should I answer it?”
He gives me ‘the look,’ the one that makes my tummy do flip-flops. “Do you seriously not know how I feel about you answering your phone?”
“But it’s late.”
He says, “Even more reason. It’d be best if you get in the habit of answering.”
My face warms, thinking of him punishing me earlier. I answer, “Hey, is everything okay?”
Ignoring my question, she cries into the phone, “So what did he do? Did you get in trouble?” She’s so loud, I’m sure Luke can hear her.
Lying beside me, now flipping through the screen of his own phone, Luke says, “Tell her the truth.”
He did hear her. I give him a nervous look. He doesn’t bother to look up. Embarrassment fills me but I manage to say, “Yes, Luke... punished me.” I cover my face with my hand, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
I can’t believe I just said that!
Not missing a beat, she says, “Aww, did Daddy put you in the corner?”
I mumble back, “Something like that.” Wanting to pay her back for her nosiness, I say, “He also said something about you.”
Luke looks up at me, a smirk on his face.
The cockiness ebbs from her tone. “Oh, yeah, like what?”
“He said that you’re in desperate need of a daddy.”
She’s suddenly not so quick to reply. A moment later, she says, “Did he, really?”
Still mad about her sending the driver away and not telling me, I press on. “He did. He also said some other things. Like you need a spanking.” I pull my ear back from the phone, waiting for the angry shrieking to commence.
Nothing but silence. I continue. “He said that you’re waiting for a strong man to come along and put you in your place.”
Nothing.
I say, “Lulu? Are you there?”
Flustered, she stammers, “You got yourself a real crystal ball reader for a man, don’t you? I, ah... have to go.” And hangs up.
Too funny—my quick-witted, sharp-tongued friend is speechless.
Smirking, Luke says, “She sure got off the phone in a hurry.”
I laugh. “Was it something I said?”
Thinking over our brief conversation, and her hasty retreat, I wonder, is Lulu really looking for a daddy of her own?
Chapter Thirteen
Luke
Now that Tori is my baby girl and we’ve declared our I love you’s, I want her—body, mind, and soul. Anything less is unacceptable. I would lay down my life to protect her. I plan to put my sword around her neck one day, making her a Beauty and marking her as mine forever.
It’s been six months since she moved into my apartment. Though my life has never been stagnant, now it’s changing, fast. Jet’s been vetted and is preparing to be initiated into the Brotherhood. With him on our side, I’m actually starting to like the guy. He’s got a wicked sense of dry humor—his jokes come fast and offhand and if you’re not paying attention they land at your expense.
No longer undercover, I’m preparing to move to the Village, letting Jet man my post at Gotcha’s. Rockland wants me at Bachman Enterprises, our hub in the Village, the home of the family businesses. He’s bringing in my knowledge from the Secret Service to the Brotherhood, helping to form a similar band of security for ourselves.
I’ve been gifted my own row home, complete with a freshly painted red door.
Now I only have one task to complete before moving—ask Tori to be my wife.
Bachman relationships move fast and ours is no exception.
It takes a particularly strong woman to be a Bachman. When one