Chapter Six
Bella’s knees hurt. Kneeling on tile hurt. No matter how expensive. No matter how beautiful it was. It hurt like hell.
But kneel on it she did, her mouth full of Harry’s cock, and Harry backed against the shower wall, his hands in her hair, his hips pushing forward and pulling back.
She couldn’t get enough of him and he, thank goodness, couldn’t get enough of her.
After a short nap, he’d tugged her from the bed and into a warm shower.
She was still hungry for him.
He was still hard.
The answer was simple. Suck him. Drain him. Make him give her the grunts and moans he’d withheld from her earlier.
That answer was much simpler than some of the other answers she’d given over the last fifteen or so hours. Not that she would be taking any of them back.
She’d given him a hard time. Not as a hard a time as perhaps she could have, but the truth was, her heart just wasn’t into fighting against what it wanted most in the world: Harry Walker.
They were far from being back to where they’d been at the club that night last year, but they’d get back to that place and be better for all their time apart. She had to believe that. They were in love. Still. Always.
There would never be a day, no matter what, where she was not in love with him, where she would not want him. He was too much a part of her. But they could change and they could redefine their relationship and that’s what would have to happen.
But until then…
Harry pushed deep into her throat, the long vein on the underside of his cock throbbing against her tongue.
When he withdrew, Bella gasped for breath, but then went after him on her own, taking him just as deep.
She’d always loved giving him head. She’d always loved that bit of power she held over him and he wasn’t naïve enough to think she didn’t wield any when she held him so preciously between her teeth.
He didn’t mind a little pain, much less than what she liked, but if she ever bit him with intent, she wouldn’t be able to sit for a month and rightfully so.
She kept it light, the scrape of her teeth against his hardness and he pushed a breath out between his lips.
She ran her hands up and down his thighs, treating him to her nails the way he’d done to her before. His legs trembled and the muscles tightened beneath her touch.
“Bella mine…” he growled the nickname, sending shivers down her spine. She’d missed his voice, his sounds, his presence. She’d missed the way he could make her feel with little more than a look.
She hummed and he shuddered. In her head, she smiled.
She hummed again, gripped his hips, and sucked on him the way she’d suck a milkshake from a straw. She gave it all she had, swallowing against him, against the head of his cock, massaging it with the back of her throat.
It had taken several months of intense training for her to deep throat him, for her to take every inch without gagging at the intrusion.
She was proud that at forty-eight years old, she was still that good, still able to swallow him whole, still able to melt Harry Walker just as fervently as she had when she was in college.
“All of it… Fuck, Bella…”
She wobbled her head a little, purred a little, and smile a lot.
“Just enough… Fuck… That’s it… Just enough hair for me to hold on to…”
Harry shoved the last bit of his erection between her lips and roared his pleasure down her throat.
Bella swallowed every drop, suckling to get even more, easing up to lick him clean when he loosened his hold on her head.
“Damn…”
“Mmm hmm…” she agreed.
He helped her to her feet and kissed her soundly, sweeping his tongue in her mouth, sharing in the taste that was all him. She’d always loved that he kissed her after she blew him. He wasn’t afraid of his own cum, the same as she wasn’t afraid of hers. She loved the taste of them together most of all.
“Thank you,” he whispered, hugging her close, the water beating down on her quickly turning from lukewarm to cold. It was becoming even more uncomfortable than the tile had been on her knees.
“Thank you,” she whispered back, beginning to shiver.
Harry reached around and turned the shower off. “Let’s get you out of here, dried off, and into bed.”
“I’m not tired anymore.”
“I didn’t say you were going to be sleeping.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He waggled his eyebrows while toweling her shoulders and arms. “Oh.”
Her pulse began to pick up speed at the prospect of more play. The indulgence of hours of play used to be reserved for Sunday’s in the Walker household and often in either the early, pre-dawn hours before the kids woke up, or late at night after the kids were in bed. Playing in the middle of the day had become something of a new thing once their youngest moved out.
It had taken Bella a while to figure out what to do with her Sundays, from morning to the midnight. She’d eventually taken to reading the day away or binge-watching movies and television shows. She cooked decadent foods and simply comforted herself.
She’d missed the play, the intimacy, the connection with Harry.
She needed those things back.
And it looked like, for now, for this moment, and this Saturday after her birthday, she was going to get them.
“I can dry myself, you know,” she said when he rubbed the towel over her very sensitive nipples and under her breasts.
“Yes, I do know.” He spent more time than necessary on her belly and hips. “But allow me, please, Ms. Independent.”
Was he teasing her?
She’d always been independent, but she was even more so now.
“It doesn’t bother me,” he said as though he was reading her thoughts, while moving the towel down her thighs and over her shins and calves. “I’ve never wanted you to be dependent on me for more than your pleasure.”
He knelt and dabbed at the water on her feet.
“Harry…”
“I’ve never wanted more than your happiness. I’ve never wanted to be less than your soul’s happiness, Bella. You were incredible when I first met you and you’re incredible now. You gave me and our family everything. You gave me your faith and your trust that I would always watch out for you and never strip you of that which made you, you.”
He looked up at her and she lost the ability to breathe at the look of reverent adoration in his eyes.
“I love you as much today as I did the day I first saw you. I won’t squander this second chance to be your husband and your dominant. I will not give you up and I will never send you away again.”
The vow he made was more solemn than the one he’d made when they married and one she took to heart even more.
“I know and I won’t squander this second chance to be your wife and your submissive.”
He hugged her, his arms wrapped around her hips, his head resting against her lower belly.
This man. This strong, confident, dominant man was on his knees… For her.
She’d never known love could be this way, so encompassing after so long.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice thready and filled with tears. “Thank you for coming for me.” She took a shaky breath when he let go of her and made to stand. “Sir?”
His eyes narrowed and darkened with lust. God, she’d never tire of that look.
“Yes, girl?”
Or that endearment. And it was just that. An endearment.
“Do you think I could get you to make me come for you?”
“How many is that?”
“I-I don’t know, S-Sir.”
“You’ll have to do better than I don’t know, girl. How many is that?”
“I…” She couldn’t think straight.
Harry had kissed her in the bathroom and they’d stumbled back to the bed. She was now regretting the request that he made her come and the admission that she’d brought her favorite toy with her to the hotel room.
She had always masturbated, but ever since finding out about massage wands and their mind-numbing, multiple orgasmic powers, she readily accepted she was addicted to the power of the vibrations.
“How many?”
“Three?”
“You don’t seem too sure of that.”
She wasn’t. It could be four or five. It could be two. She just didn’t know.
“I think a few more are in order then.” He flipped the switch and the motor kicked on. Bella wanted to get away from it, but she also wanted to get closer to it. She loved it and hated it and she always returned to it.
“Put the belt back between your teeth if you need to.”
Good idea…
He’d folded his belt in half and given it to her when he first put the wand to her clit.
She’d forgotten what it was like having him hold it against her as opposed to her doing it to herself. She could move it away, take it off, toss it on the floor if she needed to, but when Harry held it, he kept it on her as long as he wanted, as long as his sadistic heart desired.
With fingers that could barely grip it, Bella eased the belt between her lips and bit down.
Her cries and grunts and moans began immediately.
Harry held the wand on her clit, slid his fingers inside her, and forced another orgasm from her body.
And another…
Bella strained and tears fell from her eyes. She pressed her heels into the mattress and felt the next orgasms travel all the way from her toes to her clit. Her nipples tingled, her belly contracted, and the wetness between her legs increased.
“That’s it… That’s my girl. God, Bella… We need to do this in front of a mirror again. Do you remember that?”
His question got lost in her third climax this time around. Her mind was starting to go blank. Her eyes started to grow heavy. Her body was so lax she could barely move her arms.
“Do you remember? he asked again. “You sat up between my legs in front of that full length mirror in the closet. It was only the second time we used the wand and we were still learning the power it held over you.” He licked at her thigh and sucked at his fingers that he’d eased from inside her. She whimpered, whether from the erotic sight of him licking her juices from his hand, or that another orgasm was fast approaching. The memory he was putting back in her head didn’t hurt either.
They’d done a lot of play with the wand, but the mirror had been her favorite. He’d always said she was wildly beautiful when she came and she’d never understood what he meant until that night.
Her eyes had dilated and darkened. Her hair, which had started off perfectly styled, ended up in disarray around her shoulders and cheeks by the second orgasm. Her body had taken on a rosy glow. Her sex had been swollen and pink.
She’d looked decadent. Like a sexual fantasy come to life.
It had opened her eyes and opened her mind to wanting to try new things.
Like the club. Behind masks and no names. Nearly naked, legs spread and bound to the legs of a padded sawhorse. Harry had spanked her with his hand at first, moving next to a thick tailed suede flogger. He teased her with a leather cat o’nine tails flogger, and ending with her favorite leather belt. It was thin and snappy against her skin.
He’d shown her, with nothing more than a wand and a mirror that she was so much more than how she saw herself. And he’d been right.
He’d given her a confidence she’d never realized was within her reach until that night.
He’d given her even more by playing in public.
And without realizing it, he’d given her still more when he sent her away…
“That’s it, Bella mine… That’s it…”
She spit the belt out. “Fuck… Fuck, Sir…”
“Yes, there’s my girl with the sailor’s mouth.” He kissed the inside of her thigh, turned off the wand, and pressed his tongue inside her, then slid it up to her clit. She nearly jumped out of her skin, the nub was so tender, but he was gentle, licked her so softly, she began to whimper and mewl like a kitten being pet after going without for too long.
He kissed his way up her body, then held her head in his hands, and took her mouth, stealing her heart all over again.
“Best make-up sex. Ever,” she said with a yawn, making him laugh.
“Indeed.” He rolled off to her side. “Come, pet. I believe you need another nap.”
“I believe…” She yawned again and allowed him to position her in his arms. She was too weak to move on her own. “I believe you’re right.”