Saving Micah (Sequel to Conquering Jude) Read Online Free
Author: Dakota Trace
didn’t come in until early yesterday morning and the abuse looked fairly recent.”
“True, but at least she’ll know what happened after he left the club.” A change washed over her – one he was more than familiar. She’d slipped into her bad-ass Domme mode. His loins tightened in response. “I seem to remember something else...” Her fingers ran through the damp curls at the base of his skull, before tightening enough to tug his head back. His breath caught at the erotic sting even as his lips parted. Under the terrycloth draped over his lap, his cock stirred in anticipation.
“Mistress?” He kept his tone even, letting the victory he felt at succeeding show, knowing she’d catch it with her all too observant eyes.
She scowled. “That’s right, pet. I’m in charge. And don’t think I forgot how forward you’ve been the last two days with your mistress. How free you’ve been your hands…touching without permission.” Her tone was cool but he knew if he looked, he’d see the puckering of her nipples against the towel.
“I’d expect nothing less from my Mistress…” Winking at her, he pushed a bit harder, hoping it wouldn’t backfire on him. “…sweetheart.”
Her face reddened and she jerked back. “Over the bed, now!”
“Yes, Mistress.” He stood and drew to his full height slowly, allowing the loosened towel to drop to the floor at his feet. Feeling no shame in his nudity, he did as his Mistress asked. Laying down gingerly on his semi erect-cock, he gave her a target to vent her frustration and anger at – his ass. He grunted when her palm landed hard on his left cheek, hitting only once before she traced what he was sure was the outline of her hand on his ass.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, pet?” The certainty in her voice had him nodding. His ass stung as she landed another swat in the same place. “That’s not an answer!”
“Yes, Mistress, I did it on purpose.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Now finish it please. Surely that’s not all my formidable Mistress has in her.”
Her hands went to her hips. “And why should I? It’d be rewarding you for trying to top from the bottom.”
He searched her eyes. “Because you need it, and we both know whatever you need, I supply, Mistress. Take your frustrations out on my ass. I’m strong. I can handle it, and you’ll feel better.”
Her eyes welled up, and he panicked. Fuck I pushed too hard. He moved to roll over, and the harshness of her tone sent shivers down his spine and had him freezing mid-movement.
“How do you know me so well, pet?”
“Because you’re just as much mine as I am yours.” It was that simple in his mind. They belonged to one another, along with that stubborn son of a bitch recuperating in the hospital. But his time would come. “Do what you need – we’ll cuddle afterwards.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Her eyes narrowed. “Then count off, pet.” She raised her hand once more. He relished the sting as it landed on his ass.
“One, Mistress.”
* * * *
Micah was ready to bite someone’s head off. He glared as the doctor left the room. He couldn’t leave unless he had someone to sit with him. His frustration was at an all time high. He was sore, sick of being in this bed, and more than anything he wanted to be gone before his Mistress – no former Mistress he had to remind himself, returned. And he knew better than most Olivia was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something – and she wanted him to return to Chicago with her. His heart ached at the thought. Even as much as he wanted to go home with her, he couldn’t return to his former position in her life. He needed – no he deserved to have a mistress who wanted more than a play sub.
“I see they’re taking good care of you, my boy.”
The sultry woman’s voice from the door sent a fissure of fear coursing down
“True, but at least she’ll know what happened after he left the club.” A change washed over her – one he was more than familiar. She’d slipped into her bad-ass Domme mode. His loins tightened in response. “I seem to remember something else...” Her fingers ran through the damp curls at the base of his skull, before tightening enough to tug his head back. His breath caught at the erotic sting even as his lips parted. Under the terrycloth draped over his lap, his cock stirred in anticipation.
“Mistress?” He kept his tone even, letting the victory he felt at succeeding show, knowing she’d catch it with her all too observant eyes.
She scowled. “That’s right, pet. I’m in charge. And don’t think I forgot how forward you’ve been the last two days with your mistress. How free you’ve been your hands…touching without permission.” Her tone was cool but he knew if he looked, he’d see the puckering of her nipples against the towel.
“I’d expect nothing less from my Mistress…” Winking at her, he pushed a bit harder, hoping it wouldn’t backfire on him. “…sweetheart.”
Her face reddened and she jerked back. “Over the bed, now!”
“Yes, Mistress.” He stood and drew to his full height slowly, allowing the loosened towel to drop to the floor at his feet. Feeling no shame in his nudity, he did as his Mistress asked. Laying down gingerly on his semi erect-cock, he gave her a target to vent her frustration and anger at – his ass. He grunted when her palm landed hard on his left cheek, hitting only once before she traced what he was sure was the outline of her hand on his ass.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, pet?” The certainty in her voice had him nodding. His ass stung as she landed another swat in the same place. “That’s not an answer!”
“Yes, Mistress, I did it on purpose.” He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Now finish it please. Surely that’s not all my formidable Mistress has in her.”
Her hands went to her hips. “And why should I? It’d be rewarding you for trying to top from the bottom.”
He searched her eyes. “Because you need it, and we both know whatever you need, I supply, Mistress. Take your frustrations out on my ass. I’m strong. I can handle it, and you’ll feel better.”
Her eyes welled up, and he panicked. Fuck I pushed too hard. He moved to roll over, and the harshness of her tone sent shivers down his spine and had him freezing mid-movement.
“How do you know me so well, pet?”
“Because you’re just as much mine as I am yours.” It was that simple in his mind. They belonged to one another, along with that stubborn son of a bitch recuperating in the hospital. But his time would come. “Do what you need – we’ll cuddle afterwards.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
Her eyes narrowed. “Then count off, pet.” She raised her hand once more. He relished the sting as it landed on his ass.
“One, Mistress.”
* * * *
Micah was ready to bite someone’s head off. He glared as the doctor left the room. He couldn’t leave unless he had someone to sit with him. His frustration was at an all time high. He was sore, sick of being in this bed, and more than anything he wanted to be gone before his Mistress – no former Mistress he had to remind himself, returned. And he knew better than most Olivia was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something – and she wanted him to return to Chicago with her. His heart ached at the thought. Even as much as he wanted to go home with her, he couldn’t return to his former position in her life. He needed – no he deserved to have a mistress who wanted more than a play sub.
“I see they’re taking good care of you, my boy.”
The sultry woman’s voice from the door sent a fissure of fear coursing down
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