Into His Keeping (35 page)

His voice was hushed and she thought she heard a hitch in it. Overwhelming emotional confusion finally rushed over her. The enormity of where he’d just taken her, who she’d become. How much she’d wanted to be that woman. Her body still hummed in sexual arousal and she couldn’t turn it off. His touch was now gentle and he had her wanting.

Jill hiccupped a sob as she cupped her breasts for him so he could close the bra and adjust the shoulder straps. Tears adorned her cheeks but she didn’t make a sound. A tear dropped on the back of Holdin’s hand as he pulled the strap tight before slipping on her top. His arms went around her and he pulled her against his chest. Jill gave in to crying softly. She was flying apart in his arms and he was somehow holding her together.

His big hands began to move on her body over the clothes as she shuddered. Leaning back on his chest, his hard legs bracketing her thighs, Jill was surrounded by him, the shower-fresh scent of him, the feel of him. She turned her head to the side, ashamed of what was driving her to tears.

His mouth dipped to her neck and opened over it, gently licking as he started murmuring to her.

“I got you, baby. I know.” He kissed down to her shoulder as one of his hands undid her shorts again and slipped inside. Her body jerked in response to the caress down her belly. “Hook your legs over mine, darlin’,” he instructed softly. “This is mine and I’ll take care of you. Always, honey. You don’t have to cry.”

Jill’s legs lifted over his, spreading her body open to his touch. Following his commands with desperate need, being the woman he’d known she was. His hand slid down into soft curls to brush lightly over the sensitive folds of her sore, needy, wet pussy.

Jill’s back arched in electric reaction to that gentle touch as if he’d slammed down on her.

“Yes, baby. That’s my good girl,” Holdin murmured, encouraging her as his fingers sank between her labia to stroke the tender nerve endings there. “It’s okay to need,” he continued softly. “The only wrong thing would be if you didn’t let me know.” His fingers gently glided around her opening, delicately swirling as she moaned and pushed up with her hips. Carefully he coated his fingers with her silky lubricant before drawing them back up her to stroke the damp tips around her clit.

One thick arm was clamped around her waist, holding her firmly against his chest as the other hand petted her into moaning pleasure. She was safe. No matter how she thrashed, he would hold her safe. She had nowhere to go but into the pleasure his knowing fingers demanded of her.

“That’s it. Feel how good it is.” His lips moved back to her neck, finding the spot where even the lightest lick sent currents of sensation directly to the needy pussy he petted.

Jill panted as his fingers stroked around her clit in increasingly firm circles. Her hips strained up to him and she couldn’t think. The muscles on her legs were beginning to burn as the shocks of his unrelenting touch enveloped her. Slick fingers stroked with a hard pressure as he gave her the touch she needed.

“Please,” Jill breathed as the need became overwhelming. “Please, I need more.”

“Tell me what you need, baby. Anything you want.”

Jill gulped in air. What she wanted was so difficult to say. How could she want this? What did that make her? And yet, what was she without it? She turned her head and closed her eyes to whisper in his ear what she needed.

As the words left her mouth, Holdin shuddered. Then a low rumble moved up his chest in acknowledgment of what his woman needed. His perfect little whore.

“My way,” he informed her in a low growl as he abruptly lifted her legs off his thighs and swung around to crouch briefly in front of her and drag the shorts and panties off.

“Lie back. No, don’t move up on the bed,” he directed as he stood.

Jill’s torso laid back on the bed, her legs over the edge.

“Pull your knees up and hold them open, Jilly-girl. Present what’s mine.” His voice rumbled with satisfaction as she did exactly as he told her. Her breathing caught in sharp excitement as she submitted and Holdin felt the dominant within him expand in pride. Pride in her. Or of her. She was so perfectly beautiful in her hunger.

“Look at the pretty pussy.” Holdin gazed down at her, freely letting her feel his approval and acceptance of her needs. He wanted her to know it was never wrong to tell him, no matter what she needed.

Jill shook as she gripped her knees, spreading herself on the edge of the bed. The submission he required was a hard emotional push and she craved it. It added to the physical sensations in ways that had become an addiction. Not always easy, but always exciting. He made her be so bold, but it was what she wanted so badly.

“Your cunt looks like it’s had a hard fucking, baby,” he continued, stroking his stunning submissive verbally. “But now you get what you crave. Look at me, Jilly-girl. I want your eyes on mine.”

He was right. The new touch he’d shown her was one she desperately wanted more of. How he made her feel when he did this was the thrill she had to have again. One she needed so badly she’d asked for it. His command to look him in the eyes was almost too much. Reluctantly her eyes lifted to his. She knew he wanted her to accept this part of herself, to see that he wanted it from her, but looking into his eyes as he spanked her pussy because she needed him too was so difficult.

“My pretty whore,” he growled as his hand came down on her gushing pussy in a restrained smack. He gave her a light touch with just enough sharp pressure to bring every tingling cell to fiery life. Making her look him in the eye was simply giving her more of what she’d really asked for. This request told him how much she needed as a submissive. Her release was almost totally bound up in feeling safe with him in control as she mixed new sensations. His amazing Jill needed a rough edge to the play for her little body to surrender to him. She craved it.

Jill’s body arched into his as the new fire shot up her. Her head jerked but she restrained herself from flinging it back as she moaned. Again his hard hand landed on her sensitive folds and she felt the burn she craved. Pleasure laced with his delicate mix of pain. It was intoxicating. Part of it was the new sensations. Part of it was his complete control of her. In this position, her surrender was absolute.

“Yes, baby, show me,” he encouraged her as his hand landed over and over and Jill lost all reason. Though his hand was only landing on her lightly, each touch brought a rush of blood to the surface, increasing her sensitivity every time. The act itself drove her deep into his keeping. He was the master of her pleasure as surely as he was the owner of her soul.

“Come for me,” he commanded as Holdin dropped to his knees and it was his mouth that sucked her in. He was painfully gentle yet to her it felt as if he licked her with a burning instrument of delight. Tenderly he sucked her clit into his mouth and Jill exploded into a million pieces.

Hard, gushing contractions bowed her body as sensation swept through her in decadent abandon. Her only concession to the present was her hand over her own mouth to muffle the scream as he took her into oblivion.

Tenderly Holdin drank from the altar that was Jill’s body. Light licks were all she could stand as he took her silky taste that was still mixed with his own. At every touch she shuddered and gasped.

She’d awed him again. Shown him what a magnificent submissive she was. Her needs matched his in ways no one should be able to. Precious was too tame a word for her value. He had no words to express the way he needed her. She made him more of a man. A better man. She always had.

Holdin took a last, tender lick, dragging his flattened tongue up swollen pink folds to swirl around her sensitive clit, just to feel her shudder in weak reaction then kissed his way up her soft belly. Gently dragging his mouth over her breasts, kissing each peak. The perfection of his woman, this woman, the woman he’d given his soul to, overwhelmed him again.

The hard warrior who’d spent the last fifteen years fighting for the right to touch her, hold her, would never give her up. It didn’t matter what the real reasons were. In reality he’d been earning her as opposed to lying down and giving up. The fortune he’d amassed was in preparation for her. Every battle on the gridiron had been for the right to have this woman. Now that she was in his arms, the reality was so much more. Her passion and intensity shook him to his soul. There was no price he wouldn’t pay to keep her and he knew that could be a dangerous thing.

His low voice murmured to her between kisses. “My beautiful princess. My gorgeous baby. Do you know how perfect you are?”

Finally lying beside her, he pulled her panting body into his arms, his head bent to her neck. Jill was sluggish as her arm crept around him. Reverently he continued kissing her neck and shoulders until dragging his lips up to her ear, he nibbled around that perfect shell while whispering to her.

“You make me a better person, Jilly-girl. You could make me the worst person. I’ll never let you go, baby. Not willingly. Telling you I love you is not enough. It never was.”

When she calmed down, Holdin went to the bathroom to wash his face and hands. Returning with a warm, damp washcloth and a towel over his shoulder, he dropped down in front of her. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed but she’d not moved more than that. Very gently, Holdin wiped her thighs and then pressed the warm cloth over her center. Not stroking because she was too tender to take even that. Giving her a minute, he then dried her and sat back on his heels to pull her shorts and panties up again.

Jill let him move her body as he wished to dress her. The powerful response he’d dragged out of her over and over again had drained her. Lifting her up to sitting again, he pulled her shirt down over her head and gathered her into his arms. Jill’s arms crept around his shoulders and she buried her face in his neck.

“Jill?” he questioned softly after a few seconds. Pulling back, he put enough distance between them to look into her eyes. His serious eyes gazing into hers were amazingly green now. The gold flecks in them had receded into bold striations of color. He was the big cat he’d always appeared.

“Our son is out there, waiting to show his mom what he just bought. We have to go but first there are few things I need to say. Can you listen?”

Jill nodded.

Holdin’s body tightened as if he braced himself. “First. We both know I can’t hold you against your will. You’ll have to bring the law to get rid of me though. The reason for the law is that this house and all its assets are in your name. I did that the first night after you came back. So you’ll have to evict me. Then I’ll be the guy living in a tent just outside the restraining order’s perimeter. I can’t let you go. I’m not strong enough to live without you. I’m sorry, baby, but one of the many things I need is to protect you, even if it’s from a distance.

“I understand if you don’t think you can love me enough to marry me right now. But maybe you could hang around a while and see if I grow on you. I’ll be honest and tell you I know exactly how long it’s going to take to make you my common-law wife. If I can’t have you any other way, I’m banking on that.”

Jill sighed deeply and the smile on her face was a strange mix of sorrow and peace. Into that moment, just as she opened her mouth to speak, there was a loud pounding on the double doors to the suite.

“Are you guys okay in there?” Drifter demanded.

Holdin glanced in the door’s direction. “He’s not very patient.”

“He’s his father’s son,” Jill explained in softly amused tones.

“He’s gonna come in here any second,” Holdin predicted.

“Let him. It’ll cure him,” Jill murmured.

“You haven’t answered me,” Holdin growled.

“I didn’t hear a question.”

“Well, I have one answer, baby. This is my answer to you.” He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the gold chain laying there.

Jill bit her lip as she watched him straighten it and then drape it around her neck, clasping it on. His hands petted it against her soft skin as he pulled back to look at it.

Her finger reached up to rub the familiar charm, big watery eyes looked into the glowing golden green ones.

“You know what that is? What it always was?” Holdin asked softly.

Jill nodded. “I knew. Why do you think I didn’t put it back on?” she chided softly, trying to cover up the tears.

Holdin chuckled. “Because you couldn’t, could you, my precious little submissive?”

Jill sucked in a breath, trying not to cry. He had no trouble naming her demons. He’d always known them for what they were.