Boss in the Bedsheets

Fair point, Miss Besh." I kissed her temple and dropped the box into her hands. "This is for you."

She pried it open with care, as if she was concerned about the contents getting away. Then, "Wow. Just…wow."

"Does that mean you like it? I can take it back. I can have them make something different."

Zelda shook her head, saying, "This is quite perfect."

Since she was still clutching the box like it had the capacity to shapeshift, I plucked the ring out and slipped it on her finger. The large center sapphire gazed up at us like a bottomless lake while twin diamonds sparkled on either side. Smaller diamonds climbed down the band, twisting over and around the platinum. "I believe I deserve some acknowledgment for waiting more than a year to make it official."

Angling her hand to study the ring, she said, "Marital customs aren't my area of expertise but I thought the suitor was expected to get down on one knee."

"Am I being penalized for making it both knees and my face between your legs

Biting my girlfriend's ass and saying inarguably rude things that turned her on while I did it was the best part.

Although— "When are you going to marry me?"

Because it wasn't enough to merely ask the question, I pushed three fingers inside her and pressed hard on the spot that made her a little senseless. I dropped my other hand to the small of her back, right where that dragonfly tattoo took flight, and shifted her into an angle that would give her what she needed.

There was a splash followed by dishes clattering in the sink. Then, "Ash."

"Yes, my love?" I watched my fingers disappear inside her only for them to emerge coated in her arousal and my cock was ready to burn straight through my shorts. That did it for me every time. Her responding to me, us coming together. We shouldn't have made sense, we shouldn't have even found each other yet here we were, sharing the most elemental thing of any world. "What is it? What do you have to say about making me wait?"

I bobbed my head though— "Not to haggle here but you did say you'd only be my boss in bed."

"I'm getting to that." He hit me with one of his smirks that couldn't decide whether it was sweet or salty. "In the meantime, you're going to move in with me. More than you already are. You're going to hang up your clothes in the closet and put your books on the shelves, and you're going to stay because I want it as much as you do."

All I could say was, "Okay" and then, "Do you know I love you too?"

"Yeah, I do," he said, a grin brightening his face. "But it's damn good to hear it from you."

Because I didn't know how to believe, I asked, "Is this real?"

He reached for my hand. "It's real if you want it to be."

Not until my mother decided she needed you in the family photos since she's knitting baby blankets and keeping you forever. That's at least two and a half hours where I didn't get to tell you how much I want to crawl under this skirt or that I need all of your dresses to be backless from this point forward."

I wanted to hold her down, mark her and claim her in every way I could. I wanted to be a little mean and I wanted it to hurt in the good ways, and I wanted her to know she was safe with me. I'd deny her and I'd tease her and I'd invent new ways to defile her—and I'd protect her from everything.

I pumped into her in a fanatical, frenzied rhythm and dropped my head between her shoulder blades because I was dizzy and senseless, saying, "Come for me right now or I'm putting this cock in your ass."

That was all it took.

"Oh my—Ash," she cried, her hands slapping at the shower wall.

She came the way a tangled knot unfurled from the inside out—one small, nearly imperceptible loosening somewhere near the center, then another and another, and then she was fully undone.

As if my shaft knew its place in the pecking order, I exploded inside her the second those spasms slowed. It was a devastating sort of orgasm, the kind that made me wonder whether it was actually possible to fuck my brains out.

she pushed her wet hair from her face and planted her hands on the wall, steadying herself in place while shimmying her ass at me. She didn't need anything sweet or safe today. Her ex was an abusive prick and I had to get over that fast because he didn't get to rob her of the intimacy she deserved—even if it was rather rude and depraved.

I ran my fingers down her spine, over the dragonfly tattoo at her waist, between her cheeks. "I'd prefer it if you responded to me with words, Zelda."

Arching her back, she tossed a glance over her shoulder. "Yes, Ash. I understand."

Despite the teasing in her tone, her message to me was clear.

You can tell me what to do but I'm always in charge.

You have my body and more importantly, you have my trust.

You get to have me because I chose you.

It was exactly what I needed to hear.

"Good girl." I dragged my fingers down the line of her ass again, massaging her there because it turned her on like nothing else.

Ash said to his father. "It's hilarious." He gathered me in a tight embrace and pressed a kiss to my hair. "Text me when you get in. Okay?"

"I will," I promised.

He stared at me a moment, those concern brackets taking up residence on either side of his mouth and those same old crinkles cutting into his forehead again. Then, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, nothing rough or demanding as he usually preferred, and I didn't resent that change as much as I thought I would. It felt like it always did with Ash—like I belonged right here.

"My dad's going to dine out on this two ladies story for months," Ash murmured against my lips. "Do you see what I mean about them wanting to keep you?"

"Maybe I like being kept by them."

He made a grumbly, growly noise of dissent I knew he didn't mean and asked, "You're sure about this?"

I replied with a quick kiss and a pat on his rock-solid chest. "I am. You know where to find me later."

"What? Why? No. You're staying right here." Ash slipped his hand under my knee. He stroked his fingers over my mound, giving me only the barest of touches with each pass. He was devastatingly good at the light, teasey thing. I hated it. I arched into him because I also adored it. "I can't see you so you'll have to speak up if you're uncomfortable. Okay?"

Ohhhhhhh. He wanted me to roll over to fuck me from behind. Okay then.

"Zelda. You have to speak to me, love."

"Yeah," I managed. "Yeah, this is good."

"We're going for better than good. What are the secondary objectives of this experiment? Are we talking one exceptional orgasm, the kind where you look at me all dazed and speechless after? Or as many as I can get out of you and looking all dazed and speechless?"

"Yes," I answered, arching into his touch.

let him dig his fingers into the soft of my hips, my ass and let him slam me down until I was certain I felt him pulsing somewhere in the middle of my chest.

"Ride me," he ordered, moving my hips to match his thrusts. "I want to watch those tits bounce."

My tits were not the variety to bounce but I couldn't tell Ash this because his cock was splitting me in half and my clit was rasping against the base of him and his fingers were digging cruel divots into my skin. Every snap and jerk of his hips sent electricity spiraling through me, each jolt stronger and sharper than the one before.

"Ash," I gasped, my hands flat on his chest for balance though I knew he wasn't about to let me fall. "Ash."

"Do you think you're ready to come for me, love?"

Some wailing, hysterical sob burst up from my chest as I nodded, saying, "Yes, please."

"Then I'll get you there." The muscles in his jaw and neck coiled and jumped as he deepened his thrusts and he moved me faster, his thumbs drilling into my bones as he made me work for it.