THE GOOD MISTRESS II: The Wedding Page 7

  “I won’t relent on the guest list, Blake. It’ll be small.”

  “Then agree so we can stop being rude. That young lady needs a record deal or something.”

  Mila smiled and nodded her agreement. He kissed her lips. She came up for a breath of air starry-eyed and face blossoming with elation. “Hey, where is my ring?”

  “You’ll get that when you least expect it.” He leaned back against the wall as another young woman started to speak.

  “Humph.” She side bumped him with her hip, and under her breath, she said, “I swear, if I see you posting on your social media accounts that I agreed and there ain’t no ring on this here finger, you are in trouble.”

  He subtly took his cellphone from his tailored-pants pocket. On the heels of Blake being revered as a hero for saving Mila from Todd, the media was now announcing their engagement . . . From Blake’s mouth and not Parker’s.

  Mila

  Santa Monica

  The home in the hills had always been their favorite place for disappearing away from the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles, but now that sense of peace was gone. Lamb had already contacted a realtor.

  Tonight, they made the beach home their private oasis. Blake had tried to place Mila on a gilded throne as soon as they arrived, but Mila wasn’t having any of it. They both had endured a tumultuous day.

  Before Blake, Mila had never imagined herself on her knees serving a man. She had kicked off her own tennis shoes on the way upstairs and removed the sweater dress upon entering the room. Wearing only panties and a bra, she kneeled before Blake. Pleasing him now, controlled her every thought as she removed his Italian loafers from his feet.

  He sat back in the chair, tie off, the first few top buttons of his shirt undone. Even in a comfortable slouch, Blake owned it. The chair—the air that surrounded them—her. He owned it all. She felt caught up in the rapture of him.

  How could someone look so gotdamn beautiful just sitting there? His emerald gaze made goosebumps rise on her dark, luscious curves. Why did she feel giddy?

  Why did it feel like new love each time his eyes drank her in?

  Her lace bra clung to the breasts he loved to palm. They fit perfectly in his hands. Blake started to reach over to cup one. Her tiny, soft hand smacked his away.

  “Mila, damn. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages,” he growled, though he was still playing along.

  “Do as told, baby. And yeah, this was,” Mila licked her lips and found her train of thought, “a crazy day. Now, I’m in control.”

  “Nobody in this world can ever have you. Touch you.” Blake sank back again, a sniffer of bourbon in his hand. He gulped it down, square jaw tensed. She could almost see the horror of the day flash before his vibrant gaze. He was tense. Big. Strong. And fucking angry that Todd had touched her.

  She leaned forward. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip, sinking into his flesh and bringing with it a pain that she wasn’t aware she was able to bestow upon him. Of course, he flogged her ass on occasion, but hurting him? Never. She tugged harshly at his hair, then Blake played dirty. His tongue dipped far down her throat. She massaged it with her tonsils, almost like the head of his cock.

  She leaned back for a breath. As a haze of desire took over her, Blake leaned forward, caressed her neck, and cupped her cheek. His thick, coarse thumb rubbed along her throat. It left her more vulnerable than before. Thoughts of tasting him were now at the forefront of her mind.

  Damn. She wasn’t good at taking the lead. Being a domme took some serious skills. And with the insatiable Blake before her, it would be hard to learn. She grabbed his chin. “Blake, I call the shots right now. Don’t move or you are in trouble.”

  He chuckled, a deep, intense chuckle that made the lips of her pussy jump in desire. She glanced down at his button up and how the top of his pecs were showing, strong and dominate. His body was ultra-powerful. But I have the power now, she declared to herself, to make it feel real.

  Mila rose to her feet before him. Her conviction of having power increased as she determined the proper way to lead an alpha.

  “You will be mine, Mila. The moment we are married.” He started with the psychological fucking.

  “Oh, but you’ll be mine to do with as I please, too.” She smirked.

  That brought a fire to his eyes. He loved it! Blake had treated her body like a ragdoll in the past, so many times she couldn’t count, but the sex had left her body panting and satiated. There was no way in hell she could do him like that. She concentrated on her assets, making a plan. Mila stood up, glanced around, and picked up his silk tie.

  “Nah. You have your specialties. Baby, I have mine.”

  She cracked a smile. “This isn’t for tying you up.” That’ll come when you least expect it, Blake. Silently, she stripped off her bra and panty set until she was in her birthday suit. With an end of the tie in each hand, Mila glided it down her breasts over her hard nipples. The feel of the silk against her taut, tiny buds was screwing with her mind.

  “I could do that for you.” Blake’s sexy voice was somewhere between a groan and a moan.

  Mila felt giddy inside. Foreplay had always been Blake’s forte. So, it did more than blow her mind that she was getting somewhere with this horny, horse-dicked man of hers.

  With her legs in a wide stance, she started to place the tie between her legs. He licked his lips as the center of the material disappeared within the wet folds of her pussy.

  “Fuck. I’m never washing that tie again.” Blake shifted in his chair. His eyes never left hers as he leaned over to grab his sniffer from the floor. He gritted his teeth—no more bourbon.

  “Refill?” She said, rubbing the tie on her kitty, getting it good and soaked.

  He shook his head no. The hard look in his eyes told her that she was serving him perfectly.

  And dammit. She was turning herself on. With her teeth biting harshly at her bottom lip, Mila felt the tie rubbing against her clit. It worked against her folds but was doing nothing to get her off.

  She stepped over to Blake, lassoing the tie around his neck. He pressed his nose into it and gave a good sniff. If he weren’t sitting, she’d swear he’d grown a tail, a happy, wagging tail.

  She sank down between his thighs. Blake’s boxers were pitched perfectly in the center where his cock was no doubt barking to exit.

  “Can I fucking take these off, now?”

  She grinned and nodded.

  His muscular legs lifted, and he had the material off, tossing it.

  “C’mon, Mila. That sweet little pussy, I’m breathing it in. Let me have my way with you now.”

  Her grin tugged to the left as she said, “No.”

  The growl that roared through him was all bear—all hard, rough killer bear!

  She wiggled her palms under him and between the seat, massaging his ass cheeks as her tongue flicked out to his cock. “Talk about sweet,” she moaned. “Like a big ass candy bar.”

  Mila focused on relaxing her throat. No way in hell was she getting all that dick into her mouth. But she gulped continuously at the head of his cock like lemonade on a hot summer day while her tongue swirled around him. She was halfway down.

  “Good girl,” he hissed.

  She sat on her heels, rubbing his ass cheeks, forcing her face to his cock, back and forth. A crew of sexy BBWs at an all-you-can-eat buffet had nothing on how she attempted to suck his cock. She was hammering his cock into the back of her throat with every thrust.

  Blake was beginning to tense. He’d never cum so quick! “Mila, I’m gonna cum!” He gripped the back of her neck, attempting to slow her sweet onslaught of fucking her own face with his heavenly shaft.

  She was in sync with him.

  Mila’s tongue loved each and every ripple in his titanium stick. Slobber was drooling down her chin. She was taking this very seriously. Pleasing him was life.

  Seconds before his hard body could break, Mila stood up.

  “What the fuck!” He roared
.

  “You like screwing with me all night long? Well, let’s see how long you can take it.” Her gorgeous face was sugary sweet, brown orbs sparkling.

  Mila placed her knees on the outsides of his hips.

  “How much I can take?” He growled as she straddled him.

  “Yes.” She slid down on him.

  The furrow in Blake’s brow vanished as her warm valley squeezed his long girth.

  “And if I threaten to whip you?”

  “Tomorrow. If you must. Tomorrow.” Mila was all smiles as her hips worked, and she moved up and down on him.

  Blake clasped her neck. Their eyes focused on each other’s. She knew he loved it. He wouldn’t say it, though. She leaned closer, her breasts and nipples stroking his hard chest. Her mouth met his, and his tongue delved into hers. Then he pulled his head back. “Fuck me, beautiful. I’m going to beat that ass good and red tomorrow.”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. Her pussy taunted his cock with loving caresses. “But you’ll massage it all out and beat my pussy too, right?”

  She bit his lip harshly before licking away the pain. “I’ll love that pain tomorrow, Blake. Promise. You just love this pain today . . .”

  He frowned. Mila pulled the tie from around his neck and stuffed it into his mouth. Blake spit it out straight away.

  “Boy, I will recall that the next time you want foreplay.”

  He grunted.

  Poor thing! He really was in pain. But in the type of pain that felt so good, it hurt. She wouldn’t let him cum. Mila continued to work her honeypot along his rod. Panting, screaming, and cumming on his cock.

  “Oh . . . Damn . . . Blake . . .” she said, voice becoming raw. “I’m cumming.”

  He leaned back in the chair, thrusting his hips upward until she involuntarily jumped on his dick.

  “No cheating,” she warned with a wink.

  “I’ll buy nipple clamps,” he threatened.

  Mila’s skin was a dewy dark chocolate, beautiful and glowing as she laughed. “Not for me,” she countered.

  “Yeah, for you.”

  She reached over again and bit him hard on the lip, knowing any pain she physically inflicted on him was for naught.

  The teasing. That was screwing him.

  Screwing his mind in all kinds of ways. Blake’s square jaw was tensed. His manhood was harder than diamonds as she rode him.

  Mila felt in control. Each time she came, she felt an energy burst through her body. Also, the excitement of being Blake’s only desire—now that was the sweetest thing. It pushed her on.

  She didn’t make it all night. But an hour later, her pussy was worked so good that her liquid gushed all down her thighs as she gripped the chair behind Blake and sped up her pace.

  He gripped her ass. His hands slammed her down so hard that she felt fireworks. It made her second lips giddy around his cock.

  Mila stopped working his dick. “No hands.”

  He roared and let up.

  Her laughter filled the huge master suite as she began to pop her pussy down on him again. Gathering a swift rhythm, she felt a succession of squirts raining down on Blake until his storm erupted deep into her core.

  He came. It was a long, hard cum too. The kind that had her gulping a belly full of his seed if she’d been sucking him.

  Bliss washed over her sweaty skin as she lay in his lap. Her heartbeat knocked against his hard chest. He caressed the nape of her neck.

  “How was it?” Mila looked up sheepishly.

  “You know, I love control,” he began.

  She nodded, eager for his assessment.

  Blake bruised his lips against hers, crushing her mouth and kissing her until her oxygen was depleted. He had that way about him.

  Blake looked Mila deep in the eye. “Every single second of you fucking me—that was the closest I’ve ever been to heaven.”

  She broke out in a smile. The sort of smile some women are never fortunate enough to experience. From her hair follicles to her toes, Mila was elated.

  ***

  The next morning, Mila awoke with a crick in her neck and a smile on her face. They’d slept, limbs tangled, exhausted from a night filled with passion. She started to rise. Blake’s hand claimed her left breast.

  “Not so fast,” she giggled. “Breakfast first. Blake, aren’t you hungry?”

  “That’s what the maid is for.”

  “Oh no. I texted Mary last night while you were running the bath water.”

  “Damn. But I planned to have you locked in this room for days.”

  She glanced sideways at him. “Nope, not I. We are too busy for that.”

  He growled.

  “Oh, so you’re playing the alpha card?”

  “Beautiful, have I ever been any different? The first time I forced your hand—you had to call into work sick because I had to go out of town—and you had to go with me. So, if you need to make some calls, do it now.”

  She folded her arms.

  “Now, Mila.”

  “And how long will I be out of commission?” she joked.

  Blake

  When he was twenty-one years old, the thought of money made him hard. Ambition was a rush. Now, Blake squeezed Mila in his arms as they lay in bed. His first million turned him into a conceited prick. The first ten increased his greed a hundred-fold. And dammit, if he thought he’d be satisfied when he became a billionaire.

  He wasn’t.

  It was a hell of an accomplishment. Yet the term surreal didn’t enter Blake’s vocabulary until he crossed paths with his precious Mila.

  Her face beamed as she asked how long he planned to keep her from work.

  Blake pawed at her thigh. “If I didn’t have to work, I’d fuck you every morning, noon and night.”

  Her curvy body shook as she erupted in laughter. “Too much.”

  “Okay then, we will scale it down. Me making love to you every day and night until you get tired of me and want to go to work.” He held up his pinkie.

  Another boisterous laugh from her made his heart flood with love.

  “Bye, Blake. I’m a contract signing type of girl. No pinkie signing.”

  “Oh, contract? I have to draw up a contract for you to go on vacation with me.”

  “We just came back from vacation. But—a contract—that sounds like a good idea. You might steal me and never bring me back to reality.”

  They both lay on their side, looking at each other. The lusty smell of their love permeated the room.

  “Also, you have Kiyota to think about. Blake, you’re a wolf in a suit . . .”

  “Thanks. Okay, no vacation. But consider yourself locked up for the weekend with me.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “I think I can handle that.”

  He nodded, kissing her and pulling her down below him for another round.

  ****

  Three days later, Blake and Mila had only exited the bedroom for food. The other exception was that they spent much of their time lounging on the balcony outside of the bedroom with the dazzling fire lit.

  Blake recalled saying that he’d propose to her when she least expected it, but he couldn’t wait to put the engagement ring on her finger.

  Yet he determined not to rush it. The perfect time would present itself.

  Damn it. Mila was turning him into the romantic his mom and Serenity always pined for but never got a chance to see. He might have been a knucklehead as a kid, but Blake knew what type of man he had to be to keep a woman so sweet and caring in his life.

  The most casual thought popped into his mind as they watched Silicon Valley. Mila had started to watch it due to the title reference. They hardly watched television, but the thirty-minute satire was just crazy enough to pull them out of their lives when they’d started binge watching it two seasons back.

  Propped up on pillows in bed, they were watching the newest season, having let the episodes stack up because Mila couldn’t wait between episodes.

  “Hey, can I get
your opinion on something?”

  “In ten minutes . . .” Mila’s gaze never left the television show. She was laughing a second later.

  “I knew you had a crush on Gavin.”

  Mila finally glanced up at him from her comfortable spot on his chest. “I’ve developed a fetish for billionaires. Shoot me.”

  “I’m going to show you something,” he said, pressing pause.

  “Tsk. Okay, but we really are five minutes ‘til the end.”

  Mila cocked an eyebrow as Blake left the screen on pause and got up from the bed. “I’m having Lamb send this gift to Zennie for Valentines. Her mom started the tradition when she was a girl,” he shrugged, heading to the closet. “When she died, Isaac and I took turns keeping it up. I guess that if we can get the girl married, we can stop.”

  “Aw, I still think that’s sweet.”

  Blake heard her response as he headed into his closet. He went to the sleek black cabinets along the wall and slid open the drawer that contained Mila’s engagement ring. Blake pulled it out. The tiny ring fit on his pinkie finger. That was where tiny ended. The princess, cushion-cut solitaire sat high and pretty. It was about the size of Mila’s thumb. He would’ve gone bigger, but he knew she’d complain. He then opened another drawer with the Swiss rose gold hoop earrings he had purchased for Zennie in Switzerland last week. He switched out the jewelry and began to have second thoughts. This isn’t romantic! What the hell was I thinking?

  Blake wasn’t the type to second-guess his decision, so he shoved the Swiss box that now contained Mila’s engagement ring into the pocket of his pajama pants. When he stepped back into the bedroom, her spot was empty.

  “We forgot the bottle outside,” Mila said from the sliding glass door, holding up half a bottle of cheval blanc and the bubble-shaped red wine glasses.

  He cracked a smile. This would work just fine. Blake blocked Mila’s entry. “Let’s finish it off outside.”

  “But the last few minutes . . . oh, okay.” Mila turned around. He watched her ass sashay away in her silk slip.