Romanced by the Malones (Haven, Texas) Page 3

  He shook his head. “I’ve been sadly neglectful. That’s going to change. We’re going to have some kitten and Master time.”

  She gave him a surprised look that soon turned into a smile. Happiness lit her face. That was better.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Really.” He came over and held out his hands. She slipped her smaller ones into them and he drew her up. Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. “Fucking hate that you don’t feel desirable and I know that words don’t always work. So, I decided I’m gonna show you instead.”

  “You are? How?”

  “You’ll find out. First, let’s get you stripped.”

  He reached for her maternity top and she grabbed his hands. “Naked?”

  “Yes, naked.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, kitten, you’re getting naked now. Keep procrastinating and we’ll start off with a punishment.”

  “Punishment? What sort of punishment?” she asked.

  He reached around her and gave her two sharp slaps on the ass that made her gasp.

  “That answer your question?” he asked dryly.

  “You’ll spank me? I thought you wouldn’t spank me in the third trimester?”

  “Seems you thought wrong. So long as you’re in a comfortable position and don’t get stressed we can do some play. And some punishment. First, though, I want those clothes off.”

  “But what if one of the guys comes in?” she asked, her gaze darting to the door.

  It was a bit mean of him not to tell her that he’d ordered them all away. But she also needed to trust him.

  “Eyes. Now.”

  She raised her gaze to his.

  “Do you think I would ever allow someone else to see you naked?”

  “No.”

  “No, Master,” he told her. “Seems I have some retraining to do.”

  “No, Master.”

  “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

  “Always, Master,” she said in a sweet voice designed to make him melt. And he did.

  She knew him too well. Cupping the side of her face he leaned in to gently nip at her lower lip. “Such a brat.”

  “Never, Master,” she countered.

  “Uh-huh. I’ve noticed that you’re still not naked. That’s five.”

  She gasped. But she reached for her maternity top, pulling it off. He stepped back to watch with hunger as she slid off the bra straps then used the front clasp to undo her bra. She cupped her breasts, covering them and looking at him shyly.

  “You’re sure, Master?”

  “Show me your breasts, kitten,” he ordered.

  She let the bra drop, revealing her gorgeous mounds. Creamy white breasts that were much bigger now. They were tipped with delicious pink nipples that were very sensitive, so he knew he’d have to be careful with her. But fuck if that wasn’t the most delicious sight he’d ever seen.

  “Kitten, I could spend all day just staring at your breasts. Remind me why I haven’t had you sit naked in my office while I work so I could look as much as I want?”

  “Because you wouldn’t get much work done, Master?”

  “No, I wouldn’t. It would be worth it, though.”

  He strode towards her then gently cupped her breasts, watching her carefully for any discomfort. “You’ll tell me if anything hurts. I don’t want to cause you any pain. Well, other than what I intend to inflict on your ass.”

  Her breathing quickened.

  Oh, liked the thought of that, did she? Fuck, he’d really messed up by treating her with kid gloves. He still intended to watch her closely, but he never wanted her to feel like she wasn’t good enough or beautiful enough. That he didn’t want her.

  He hadn’t been joking about the number of hand jobs he’d given himself lately. But to hear she thought he was putting off going to bed with her . . .

  Yeah, that fucking killed him.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Red to stop. Yellow to slow down.”

  “You’ll use them if you need to. If you feel anything odd. Anything is sore. Or if you just need a break. Pee break, food break, a breather. Whatever. I want your promise.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s my good kitten. Now, let your Master have a small taste.” He raised her breast and lowered his mouth to her nipple to suckle. She groaned and placed her hands on his head. Then she snatched them back.

  He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. “You may touch me however you like.” He moved his mouth to her other nipple, raising her breast up and suckling gently.

  His cock was full, throbbing as it pressed against his jeans. Fuck, he was gonna need to feel her mouth wrapped around him, sucking him down. He wanted to hear those small noises of pleasure she made as she took him deep.

  Soon.

  Feeling hot, Alec took off his shirt and placed it on the floor where her bra and top lay. Then he tugged off his jeans, leaving him just in his boxers. Her gaze immediately went to his erection and she reached out and took firm hold of him, running her hand along the length.

  He closed his eyes and just enjoyed her touch. “Damn, kitten that feels so good.”

  “Can I suck you, Master?”

  “Not tonight.”

  She made a small sound of protest.

  “Let go of me now, kitten.”

  She continued to pump him. Hell, if she kept going, he was going to embarrass himself and come in his shorts. Something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager.

  “Kitten, let go,” he warned.

  “But Master, you need to come.”

  “No, I need my kitten to obey me. Now, let go of my cock then walk around behind the sofa and bend over and grab the back of it.”

  Her eyes widened as she stopped running her hand up and down his length.

  “What? Why?”

  “Because you earned yourself a punishment for not listening. You’ve really racked them up tonight, baby. I was going to let you have some fun first before I got to the discipline. But then you decided not to listen.”

  Her lower lip went out in a pout. “That’s not fair, Master. It’s been so long since I got to touch your gorgeous cock.”

  He pointed his finger at the sofa. Oh, she was gonna be in trouble once the baby was born and she was fully recovered. Little brat had been indulged far too often. And allowed to get away with murder.

  No more.

  With a big sigh, she moved around to the back of the sofa. He followed her.

  “Now bend over slightly and rest your forearms on the back of the sofa. How does that feel? Not putting any strain on your back?”

  “No, Master. It feels quite good.”

  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a nice back massage before you go to sleep tonight.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. “You’ll give me one even if I’m a bad girl, Master.”

  Total brat.

  But she was right. He would. However, he made himself keep his face stern as he narrowed his gaze. “I’m not going to reward bratty behavior. Now, let’s get these pants and panties off.”

  “Eek, wait!”

  She stood so suddenly that she swayed.

  “Mia!” He grabbed onto her, drawing her against his chest and holding her there as he rubbed his hand up and down her back. “Baby, you okay? What’s wrong? Are you feeling dizzy? Do you need to sit down? Do you need a drink of water?”

  “I’m fine! I promise. I just stood up too quickly. See, I’m all good now.” She pulled out of his hold. He kept his arms up, ready to catch her if she fell.

  “You’ve got to be careful. What were you thinking?” he asked when he saw she really was all right.

  “I was thinking that I didn’t want you to take down my pants and panties.”

  “What? Why? Because you don’t want to be naked? Kitten, I told you that you’re gorgeous. Pregnancy hasn’t taken away from how beautiful you are. It’s just enhanced it.”

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bsp; Tears entered her eyes, alarming him.

  “What? What is it?” he asked.

  “Oh, nothing. It’s just that was so beautiful. It should be on a coffee cup or something.”

  “Christ, woman. Are you determined to give me a heart attack?”

  She shook her head. “I’m sorry. You know I get emotional easily.”

  He placed both hands on the nape of her neck. “Eyes.”

  She raised her gaze to his.

  “Words.”

  She sighed. “Can I go take my pants off in the bathroom?”

  “No. Give me more words.”

  “You’re a very stubborn man, Alec Malone.” She stomped her foot. That was cute. But it wasn’t getting her out of explaining herself.

  “Fine, if you must know I have my granny panties on,” she whispered.

  “What?” She had granny panties? What the hell were those? And what did they matter?

  “It’s damn typical,” she muttered. “The first time I’m close to having sexy time in weeks and I’m wearing the biggest, ugliest panties that God put on this Earth. Why didn’t I put on a thong this morning?”

  “Kitten, that’s seriously the problem? Your panties?”

  “They’re not just panties, they’re granny panties. Like nude-colored. Enormous. Unattractive. Perhaps I should go find something lacy and pretty to put on. I’m not sure I have anything that will fit, though, so maybe—”

  He placed his hand over her mouth. “Stop. Listen.” He waited a few beats before removing his hand. “I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of panties you have on. I only care about what’s underneath them once I pull them off. Got it?”

  Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Got it.”

  “Good girl. Hold onto my shoulders.” He crouched down and waited for her to get a steady grip before he drew down her maternity pants. She stepped carefully out of them. Then he was face level with the infamous granny panties.

  “Fuck, I can smell your arousal.” He laid a kiss right on top of her clit. Then he grabbed the top of her panties, drawing them down her legs until she was completely bare. She stepped out of them, and he threw them away.

  “Shall I turn back around?”

  “No, I need a taste first. Go behind the sofa and lean back against it and spread your legs.”

  “Alec,” she moaned. “There’s something—”

  “What do you call me?”

  “Master, there’s something I have to tell you. I, umm, I can’t exactly shave. Down there. And I haven’t had a chance to go to the spa to get anything waxed—”

  He placed a finger against her mouth. “Hush, kitten, I don’t care about your grooming. I just want to taste you. Do as you’re told. You don’t want to end up in more trouble, do you?” he rumbled.

  “No, Master.”

  She placed her ass against the top of the sofa then spread her legs apart. He knelt down and moved under her tummy. Parting her lips, he took a long, slow lick of her pussy.

  Mia whimpered. It felt so good. And so naughty, doing it here in the living room. Where anyone might come in. Not that she wanted to get caught. She was definitely not an exhibitionist, and she especially wouldn’t want any of the other Malones to see her. She’d never be able to look them in the face again.

  But she knew that Alec wouldn’t do this here if there was any chance of them being discovered. He was far too possessive for that.

  He circled her clit with his tongue then flicked at it. Oh, dear Lord. Her breath came in faster pants. It felt like it had been so long since she’d come.

  Alec pressed a finger deep inside her and she cried out.

  “Please. Please, don’t make me wait, Master. Please. I need it so badly.”

  He drew his mouth away from her clit and she let out a protest, reaching for his head to push him back against her.

  “No touching anymore without permission,” he told her firmly. “You lost that right.”

  She pouted. Not fair.

  “Jesus, baby. You’re sucking me in.” As he spoke, he drove his fingers in and out of her pussy. “You’ve needed to come for a while, haven’t you? And you didn’t ask Master to take care of you.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “You know all I want to do is look after you in all ways. But I’m not a mind reader. I was trying to protect you and all I did was hurt you. That fucking kills me. You have to talk to me.” He added another finger and she moaned. It felt so damn good. More. More.

  “I was going to make you wait to come. As part of your punishment. But I think you’ve waited long enough.”

  She had. She definitely had.

  “But you keep those hands on the back of the sofa. No moving them.” He placed one hand on her hip, holding her steady, then his tongue returned to her clit.

  Shit. Shit.

  It was almost embarrassing how quickly she reached that peak. Each thrust of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue sent her flying higher and higher. “Oh. Oh.”

  She screamed as she came. Thank God no one else was home or they’d come running. Her body shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his fingers.

  So, so good.

  Heart racing, she tried to calm her breathing as he drew his fingers out of her pussy then he stood.

  Oh, hell.

  He held up his fingers, which were coated in her pleasure, and ran them over her nipples before leaning in to suck them clean.

  Fuck. Shit.

  A shudder ran through her as he gently lapped her dew off her nipples with long, slow licks. Then he straightened and placed his fingers in his mouth, sucking.

  “Damn, you taste so good, kitten.” He leaned in and the pleasure in his face morphed into something sterner. “But don’t ever go so long again in need without telling me, understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth to toy with hers. She moaned in reaction. Pulling back, he gazed down at her. “How you doing? Feeling okay on your feet or do you need to sit down?”

  “I’m all right, Master.”

  He studied her to make sure she was telling him the truth. She was. She felt better than all right. She felt almost light. As though all the stress from the past few weeks had been lifted off her shoulders.

  “All right. Turn around. I’m going to give you five swats to begin with. Let’s see how you do.”

  The first one landed lightly. Really? Was that all he had? She had to bite her lip to keep from egging him on. That generally wouldn’t end well for her.

  Who’re you kidding, Mia? That will never end well for you.

  Another swat. Okay, that one was harder. Two more. Her bottom definitely felt warmer. The fifth one landed, and he stopped just as she was starting to feel herself relax into it.

  “How you doing, kitten?” he asked, moving next to her. Grasping her chin, he turned her face towards his. His gaze ran over her face, taking her in.

  God, she loved the man. His care. His attention. His unwavering loyalty. And his dominance. It was all part of who he was.

  Alec Malone. Her man.

  “Good, Master,” she told him with a smile.

  He ran a thumb over her lip. “I think my baby needs more. I know she definitely deserves more. Do you know how worried I was when Beau raced into my office to tell me he couldn’t find you?”

  That familiar darkness returned to his gaze and she knew he was thinking about her kidnapping. Guilt flooded her again.

  “I’m so sorry, Master. I wasn’t thinking.”

  “I know. If you weren’t pregnant, though, you’d be getting my belt.”

  Holy. Hell.

  He stood and returned to stand behind her. “Another five.” The next two swats were harder and lower on her ass. Ouch that stings.

  And yet, she wanted more. She’d missed this. Their play. Feeling close to him. His hand on her bottom, warming it. Making sure she knew she had boundaries. Rules placed there by him to ensure she was looked
after. And enforced by him.

  Two more. She breathed out with a low moan. The last one was in the middle of her ass.

  “That’s enough for now. Your ass is a pretty pink. A reminder of how much I love you.” He helped her stand, turning her and holding her against him until he was certain she wasn’t dizzy. He rubbed her cheeks gently.

  Then he tilted her head up, his hand went to her nape as he kissed her like he couldn’t get enough. As though his every breath was tied to her. By the time he ended the kiss, she was swaying.

  He led her around the sofa and had her sit while he got her some water and a piece of chocolate. Damn, watching her lick her lips after eating the sweet candy was a test of his control.

  “Please, Master.”

  “Please what? What does my kitten need?”

  “I need you to fuck me.”

  He ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “Well, lucky for you, your wish is my command.”

  4

  Alec swung her up into his arms.

  He felt her stiffen and knew she was about to protest, so he gave her a firm look.

  “If you say anything about being too heavy, then I’m going to send you to bed without being fucked.”

  Her mouth dropped open. “Wow, that’s just mean.”

  “That’s me. Master Mean.”

  She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Master Malone. Or maybe that should be mastered by Malone.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Not just any Malone.”

  “No,” she said in a soft voice. “My Malone. All mine.”

  “Just like you’re mine.”

  Alec carried her upstairs to the bedroom. Because he wasn’t fucking his pregnant wife on a couch. Passing through the door, he set her down on the bed, helping her sit on the edge. Reaching over, he switched on the bedside lamp and turned off the main light.

  “Scoot back so you’re leaning against the headboard.”

  There were already pillows set up and she settled in. It wasn’t safe for her to lie on her back, but this was a good compromise.

  “Bend your knees, feet flat on the mattress and then widen your legs as far as is comfortable.”

  He stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her gorgeous pussy as she revealed her dewy, plump pink lips.