Marie Harte - Bending the Rules

Beth laughed. An older, fuller version of Nat. Unlike Nat, she seemed softer, able to bend more.

Rex preferred his girl, a no-nonsense woman who knew her own mind and was happy to say so.

“I like you, Rex.” She leaned closer. “You give my sister exactly what she needs. Just make sure you don’t mistake command for confidence all the time. She’s hurting now, but she’s too proud to let on.”

“I figured. But she wanted time to deal. I respect that. I won’t coddle her, unless she needs it.” He smiled. “And she might not realize it, but she needs it now. That’s why she called.”

“I’m glad you see that. You understand her, don’t you?”

“I love her,” he said softly, and Beth’s eyes glistened.

“Oh wow. You mean that. I can tell.”

“She loves me too. She’s just too stubborn to admit it too soon.”

“Yep. You really do know her.” Beth gave him a peck on the cheek. “I can tell she loves you. She’s never been so eager to introduce a boyfriend before. And the others…they weren’t right for her. A sister knows.”

“I can tell you that she makes me happy. I can support her financially and emotionally if she needs it. But the thing with Nat is to just be there for her to draw on. I don’t need to prove myself. And she knows it.”

“God. I’m so happy she found someone to understand her. You have no idea how worried I’ve been about that. My brothers, those two need help. But they’re easy. Nat, not so much.”

“Tell me about it.”

They both laughed, just as Nat and her brothers returned carrying photo albums and arguing about something that had happened when Nat was in tenth grade.

After a marathon of family photos through dinner and dessert and stories about Nat’s bossy years growing up, Nat called it a night.

“He’s tired, and I’m tired of looking at myself with those big buck teeth.” She pointed to yet another picture of her at eight years old.

“You’re adorable,” Rex said, meaning it. She had pigtails and the cutest blue jumper. In the picture, she seemed to be yelling at Aaron for something. “Cute family.”

“True.” James puffed up. “They all take after me.”

“After Mom, actually. Thank God,” Aaron said with bite. “Our father is not someone you want to emulate. Guy’s got a different woman on speed dial every other day.”

Yet the brothers seemed to go through women like M&Ms.

“True. We might date a lot, but one woman at a time,” James explained.

“Ah, I see.” He did. Nat hadn’t mentioned her father’s philandering, but the look on her face spoke volumes. No wonder she didn’t care for cheaters.

“What about your parents, Rex?” Beth asked. “Are they close?”

Nat answered for him. “Sue and Harry Samson are the most wonderful people you could meet. They’re so in love.” She sighed. “And his dad is hot. Rex should age well.”

“Nice.” He frowned. “You making eyes at my daddy?”

She snorted. “Please. I like my men closer to my own age.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “And manageable.”

Her brothers laughed. “Oh man, she nailed you,” Aaron crowed.

“Nice, sis,” James said. “Rex, be a man. Stand up for yourself.”

Rex shrugged. “But if I do, she’ll only beat me for it later.”

Nat’s brothers and sister gaped. Then Nat started to laugh so hard she cried, and her siblings laughed with her. Rex joined in, until he decided he’d had enough.

He took her from the table and easily lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Well, I’d best make like a barbarian and remind her who rules the roost. See you all in the morning.”

Her brothers cheered him while Beth made faces. Over his shoulder, Nat continued to pick fights with her brothers.

He carried her into the room Beth had shown him earlier. Nat’s room.

Once inside, he closed the door and locked it, then set her on her feet. “Now, sugar, how about you make me feel special?”

She tried not to grin, but she couldn’t seem to hold it back. In a low voice, she whispered, “How about you come here and do what I tell you to, boy?”

Like that, she tripped his switch, and he cupped his growing erection. “Oh, yes.”

“That’s yes, Mistress,” she reminded him.

As if he needed the help. “Fuck. I missed you so much. Mistress.”

She reached for the radio on the nightstand and found some low jazz. Then she stepped closer to him and started removing his clothing. “Me too, Rex. Me too.”

Nat couldn’t hold it in anymore. She had to have him. Now. She took off his shirt and made him remove his shoes and socks. Then his jeans. Standing clothed while he wore nothing but his boxer briefs, she felt like a queen, surrounded by her favorite things.

Rex. Her lover. Her sub. Her everything.

“I missed you so much,” she said again. He remained quiet, and she stroked his chest, aware of his stillness while she let out her feelings. “I had to take time for me. Thinking about my job kind of put everything in perspective.”

She grazed his belly, loving the way his abs tightened, the muscle compact under her short nails. “I worked hard to get to be one of the city’s youngest planners. But I can do that somewhere else. My job shouldn’t define me.”

“It doesn’t,” he said in a husky voice, and she couldn’t miss the huge pole angling for her attention.

She didn’t want to wait. So she followed the trail of hair from his chest down his belly and dug under his briefs. He groaned, and she gripped him tight, pleased to feel him slick at the tip.

“Did you miss me, baby?” she asked on a whisper. “Tell Mistress the truth.”

“So fucking much,” he admitted. “I had to give you the time you needed, but I didn’t like it.”

She pumped him, and he leaned into her touch. God, he felt good in her hands. She was already slick, wanting to feel him inside her. “Take off your underwear, then sit on the bed and spread your legs.”

He did so without question. She walked between his legs and held one breast in hand. “Suck me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He put his lips around her nipple and tugged the flesh into a hard knot. The sensation of his hot mouth, pulling, drawing on her, brought her to the edge of orgasm too quickly.

“I want you in me,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “I need you to fill me up.”

He let her nipple go and stared at her. “In you?” he rasped.

“You haven’t been with anyone else since I left, have you?”

He glared. “Hell no.”

She breathed easier. “Good. Me neither.”

“I should hope not. I’m it for you, sugar. Just your naughty boy.”

“Yes,” she said on a sigh. “And I’m your mistress. For good.”

“God, yeah.”

“So do what I tell you. Put my legs around your waist and fuck me hard.”

He didn’t waste any time and hauled her into his arms. In seconds, her ankles crossed behind his back. They sat upright, her on top of him, and then he was sliding inside her, filling her tight.

“Oh, fuck. I can’t hold on, sugar. Not this time.”

“Don’t. Take me, Rex. I want you now.”

His hands held her ass as he lifted her up and down over him. Her clit brushed against his pelvis, and she bit her lip as she squeezed around him, coming hard.

He moaned low in his throat. “Gotta come, Mistress. Need to come so bad.”

Nat wanted to feel him. “Inside me. Give it to me, Rex. All for me.”

“Yes. All for you,” he moaned as he slammed her down on him one final time and seized, pouring into her. He continued to shudder and kissed her breasts, sucking the buds and moving her up and down over him, milking him dry.

Nat loved the feel of him, the scent of him. She nipped his neck and tasted the sweat and musk of her man. “God, I love you.”

He paused.

“I didn’t say you could stop.”

He chuckled and urged her up and down faster, his dick still half-hard.

“You grew on me,” she admitted as he rocked her into another climb toward orgasm. “I tried not to love you. I don’t like to…” He hit a spot inside her that made her groan, and she had to work to keep her voice down. “Don’t like to be vulnerable. It was too soon. We needed more…time. Oh… Do that again.”

He slammed into her, and she pinched his nipples, loving how she could get him hard again right after climax. They continued to play, moving together, taking their time, each feeding off the other. The affection only made their pleasure that much better.

“Fuck. That’s good,” he rasped. “So good, Mistress. You are fucking fine. So warm.” He continued to move in and out of her.

She growled and nipped his ear. “I want that come everywhere.” She whispered, “When we get home, you’ll take my mouth, my pussy, my ass. And you’ll make me explode, won’t you?” She licked his earlobe, then shoved her tongue in his ear.

“Gonna come, Mistress. Please. Let me get you off.”

“Not yet. I want to feel that come first. Fill me up, boy.”

He jerked her over him, grinding inside her, and then he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he shot inside her. His low moans were like music, a symphony of love and lust she never wanted to let go.

After he stopped shuddering, he looked into her eyes, his so warm, so rich and brown and sweet. “I love you so much, Nat.”

She felt her eyes fill, and Nat didn’t do tears. “I know.”

He smiled and kissed her, not needing permission to love her.

When he pulled back, she smiled through her tears. “Don’t think you don’t owe me another orgasm.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And don’t think just because I love you that you aren’t still in the dog house for making me watch Brian and Faith having sex.”