Read Online Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Allyson Young - Free Book Online

arousal would make tonight all the sweeter. He froze in his tracks for a moment. He’d told her not to get herself off, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t. Well, he would just have to go and check on her, and if she’d disobeyed him, then he’d deal with it. Alistair strode back to his quarters with a determined gait, eyes front, ignoring the open door of the room where Monica and Robert weren’t cleaning.
    He let himself into his place quietly. The door to the bathroom was still shut, and he walked over to it soundlessly to listen at it. He could hear water running and Jackie singing. She had always been an exuberant singer ever since he could remember, and fond memories colored right over the intervening years. He rapped softly, the water and the melody shut off simultaneously and then she opened the door. She held his toothbrush in one hand, the paste in the other, and he managed not to wince. They would share pretty much everything else, so he shouldn’t have a problem with her using his toothbrush, but it was a sticking point with him. He plucked it out of her fingers and walked in past her to pull open a drawer in the vanity, setting down her clothing as he did so.
    “New toothbrush, floss, and women stuff in here, Jackie.”
    “Women stuff?” Her tone had him looking. Her face was tight, and her lips set in a thin line. His heart lurched with glee at her jealous reaction, and he yanked her against him and kissed her lips soft again.
    “I picked it up for you, darlin’, you and Ash.”
    She relaxed against him, and he was again aware of how her lush, petite form fit so well in his arms. “Oh, well, okay. Thanks.” Her sheepish response had him kissing her again, and he stroked her ass with one hand, briefly pressing against the plug.
    “Did you masturbate, Jackie?” She stiffened again, and he toyed with the base of the toy.
    “No. I wanted to, but you said not to, so I didn’t.”
    “Good girl. Now get dressed and we’ll get things organized out front.”
     
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    She felt abandoned when ’Stair released her and left the bathroom, yet thrilled that she had pleased him. She stared after him and wanted to run to him and ask her to hold her in his arms again. How could he be so impervious? She was naked and had a plug in her ass, and she hadn’t touched herself, not even when she’d cleaned up and the impulse had been so strong just to spend a little time with the washcloth on her hot button. She hadn’t had enough of him, and this waiting was making her crazy. He was messing with her, and the mischievous imp inside hinted at all manner of things she might do to mess right back, except her bottom was still damn tender from his punishment last night.
    Alistair was acting less the Dom than she remembered even during that insane time together when she was nineteen. Well, he hadn’t done any hard-core things, not like what she’d read about. He hadn’t been sadistic, hadn’t hurt her, although she’d been restrained and taught more about her anatomy than she probably would have learned in a lifetime. Until she and Ashley had met, orgasms didn’t compare to those she experienced with ’Stair, and she had thrown herself into lots of flings between him and Ash. And she liked being restrained, the choice taken away. Liked the erotic pain, too. But he had never pushed her too far, and he respected her boundaries. That might have changed if she had waited for him like she promised, probably not being pushed too far, but he likely would have pushed her boundaries. There was a broken boundary reposing in her bottom hole when she thought about it. She sighed. She loved him and trusted him with her sexuality. She accepted that there were some things he couldn’t or wouldn’t change for her, but she didn’t want him to. She wanted Alistair the way he was, although they were bound to butt heads from time to time. Makeup sex was great, so she could deal.
    Her clothes from last night were fine.