“I don’t care,” I told him honestly, my legs trembling. “Oh, God. James, I’m so close,” I whined.
“You know the rules when we’re like this. You can come whenever,” he reminded me. I panted. “But I’m spanking this pretty ass of yours red when we get upstairs.”
My knees almost buckled as my orgasm washed over me at his words, momentarily blinding me as black spots danced across my vision. James quickly wrapped an arm around me, holding me up as he continued pounding into me. By the time he came, I just wanted to go back to bed. Exhaustion pulled at my limbs.
“Can you stand?” he asked me once he had ridden us both down.
“No,” I mumbled.
He softly laughed before he picked me up and set me on the bathroom counter. “Let me get dressed again, and I’ll clean you up,” he told me.
“Okay.” I yawned.
I leaned my head back against the cabinet behind me and closed my eyes. A moment later, I felt James begin to clean me between my legs. I opened my eyes, taking note of the frown on his face. “Are you due for your period?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “No,” I told him honestly. “Not for a couple of weeks. Why?”
“You’re bleeding,” he told me, his frown deepening. “And it’s not like the normal amount of spotting after rough sex. It’s a bit more.”
I shrugged, closing my eyes again. “That’s normal for me after extremely rough sex,” I told him.
“Little one, that’s not normal,” James told me. I opened my eyes to look down at him again. He went back to cleaning me up. “This indicates an underlying problem, little one. I need to get you in to see an OB/GYN.”
He helped me down from the counter and knelt down, holding my panties for me to step into them. He pulled them up my legs before doing the same with my jeans. “Do you really think it’s that serious?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to take any chances. I’ll be taking you to see a doctor within the next few days.” He grabbed my hand in his. “Are you going to be okay to walk?”
I nodded. “My legs are still a little shaky, but I can manage,” I assured him.
He opened the bathroom door and led me out of the bathroom towards the kitchen, his pace slower to keep even with mine, his arm wrapped around my waist, supporting me. When we stepped into the dining room, everyone instantly stood. My cheeks darkened, but James continued moving through the dining room without a single glance at everyone else.
“James, I didn’t realize you would be joining us,” Mrs. Judy commented as she strode up towards us. James pulled a chair out for me, and I sat down, smiling up at him in thanks as he pushed my chair back in. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“She asked me to eat breakfast with her, so I figured we could come downstairs for once and eat,” James told her as he took a seat next to me, his hand sliding over my thigh. “What’s on the menu this morning?” he asked as everyone else that had stood when we’d walked in finally sat back down and resumed eating and returned to their conversations.
“Scrambled eggs, bacon, pork link sausages, fresh fruit, and oatmeal,” Mrs. Judy told him. My stomach rumbled. She turned her eyes to me. “What would you like to eat, dear?”
“Um, I, um . . .” I trailed off, looking at James, unsure if it was okay for me to decide what I wanted to eat.
He frowned at me. “Little one, you can choose what to eat,” he told me softly. “As long as you eat, and you eat reasonable foods – not junk food all of the time – I don’t care what you eat.”
I beamed at him. I hadn’t been in charge of what I could eat in three years. A soft look passed through his eyes before he cupped the side of my neck, his thumb brushing over my jaw. “Order whatever, little one.”
I looked back at Mrs. Judy. She was watching the two of us with a bright smile on her face. I blushed. “Um, can I have eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit?” I asked her.
“Of course, Hun,” she assured me. “I know you have to have water, but what else would you like to drink with it?”
“Coffee?” I asked, unsure if that was okay.
She laughed. “Sweetheart, I have an endless supply of coffee. I’ll bring creamer and sugar with your breakfast. Do you want hazelnut, French vanilla, or regular creamer?”
“Hazelnut,” I answered without hesitation. I hadn’t had hazelnut-flavored coffee since I was a child – right before I had been thrown into foster care.
“You’ve got it,” she told me. She looked over at James. “And you?”
He ordered everything that she had listed for breakfast along with a coffee, though he wanted his straight black. I scrunched my face up in disgust at him as Mrs. Judy walked away to get our food. “Plain black coffee?” I asked him.
His lips tilted up in the corners. “Just like my soul,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes at him but giggled. He leaned forward and pecked my lips before he cupped the side of my neck and moved his lips to my ear. “Just remember the punishment you’re getting after breakfast,” he whispered.
Oh, fuck. My core clenched, and my nipples hardened.
“And you’re getting five additional spanks for that sassy little eye roll,” he warned me.
A soft moan spilled from my lips. He pulled back from me, a sexy, wicked smirk curving his lips. “So fucking naughty,” he whispered.
I licked my suddenly dry lips. “And all yours,” I whispered back.
His eyes darkened as he fingered my collar. My body hummed in response, always ready for my dom. “All mine,” he growled before he laced his fingers in my hair and claimed my lips with his, not giving a fuck about all of the other people in the dining room with us.