Chapter 9

Nine

Amethyst

M y entire world blurs at the edges.

I'm completely consumed by the pleasure my daddy gives me. My head is spinning a million miles an hour, but my body knows what comes next. And it craves to feel his warm ropes of release again.

And I love it.

"Yes, Daddy," I pant and do as he instructs.

Dark brown eyes linger on my tortured nipples. Milk drips from the tips to fall over my roundness. He takes the sides of my belly in his large hands and strokes the swollen flesh in a way that could make me come just as easily as if he were fucking me.

With him helping me keep my balance, I straddle him. I reach between us and center myself over his shaft. The feel of his thickness filling my channel is fucking heaven.

"Oh, God, Daddy. Yes. I missed you so much." I gently sink over him until he's all the way inside me. Air is hard to draw in, I have to admit. My pussy clenches and releases and my ass…oh, God. The dildo isn't that thick, but it has just enough girth to make my pussy feel like I can't fit my husband inside me.

"Daddy, it hurts. The burn is too much." I try to move off him, but Oliver has other ideas about what I should want.

"Don't you dare move. What did I tell you about the pain?"

I grow still over the top of him obediently. "To trust the pain and pleasure will follow." I think. I kind of remember something like that. Everything is foggy so I've clicked my brain off and I'm letting my body do all the work.

"Good girl." Hands caress over every part of my body.

He pulls on the toy and slides it out until it's only the tip keeping my back entrance open. And then, oh, God…

"Daddy!" I fall forward and dig my nails into the taut flesh. He pushes the toy in as he pulls his cock from me. It's all so much. My senses are overloading. This is really happening, and my husband is really here. It's not a dream. Tears warm my eyes, and I don't fight all the emotions ripping through me. I'm no longer alone.

My tiny nails dig into his flesh. His grunt hits my ears, so I dig in deeper. My reward is my daddy taking me harder and faster. With each stroke inside me he does the opposite with the toy. He continues like this until I can't tell up from down or real life from fantasy.

My head falls back, and I groan through the burn. I'm panting and words do not come easily. I moan and whimper as pleasure roars through my body.

"Pinch those nipples for Daddy." I follow his instructions, trusting I will love the pain and pleasure. My mouth hinges open. Live wires from my nipple to my clit zing with electricity.

"Good girl, now get ready to come with me." He growls and the size of his cock swells to what feels like nearly double the already massive size. I gasp for air and whimper. Fire so hot I feel like I might combust flames to life in my veins. Every nerve ending sizzles.

The slightest touch to my clit, and Daddy makes me explode for him with a roll of his thumb.

It is all-consuming. Life altering. Hot ropes of my daddy's seed shoot into my claimed womb. The walls of my channel clench around him. He roars like a possessive wolf claiming his mate. We are both panting when I open my eyes and look down at the man I love more than anything.

"Come to Daddy, my jewel."

My body obeys his growled command. His voice is hoarse, and I love the possessive roughness of his growl when he pulls me off him and settles me on the bed beside him.

He cradles me to him, and we stay like that, simply breathing each other in until my heart isn't threatening to beat through my chest. Sticky juices coat my thighs, my clit pulsates, and my body hums. He gently pulls the dildo free and sets it aside for cleaning later.

His eyes fall to the rings around my neck, and he pulls the gold chain over my head.

Love shines in his eyes as he takes mine and slides it over my ring finger. He hands me his and I do the same.

"Now I feel complete."

I nod, but my heart still hurts. I would never push Oliver away, but…

"Ask me anything you want to know, my jewel. I see the uncertainty in your eyes."

"Where did you go?"

The quiet glow of candles and the serene calm of being back in his arms makes waiting for his answer bearable.

"There was a threat on your life. My brother made poor decisions, and I had to take care of them."

Oliver pulls the blankets around us, and we stay like that for a moment while I digest his words.

"My father kept my mother on the outside of his dealings. He pushed her to the side day after day and before long he lost her completely. On our wedding day you want to know what he told me?"

Oliver's eyes haven't left mine since I started speaking. He cups my face and strokes the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Yes, more than anything. I want to know everything you want to share with me. I want to know your favorite color, your favorite dessert. I can't believe I don't know all this already. And, Amethyst, I have to know if you still love me."

My heart takes a massive blow at the hope shining brightly in his eyes. I ease forward and place a kiss on his lips. Soft and filled with all the love I have for the man I never intended to marry yet can't imagine living without.

"He told me not to make the same mistake he made. He told me he kept my mother on the outside and by the time he realized it, it was too late. Her sickness stole her from him. I don't want their cold marriage for us, Oliver."

I don't realize I am crying until he gathers a tear on his thumb and dashes it away.

"Neither do I, my jewel." He pulls me into his chest, and I press my ear over his beating heart. Strong and steady. I take Oliver's hand and settle it over our growing baby.

"Promise me, promise us, you will never shut me out again. I'm stronger than you think."

"And more resourceful than I thought."

"The auction?" I smile knowingly.

"Yes, the auction."

"I really thought I had messed up and sold myself to a stranger."

Oliver grows quiet for a moment, and I let him gather his thoughts. "I was wrong to think I had to handle the threat of the Callahans alone. It's my family's way of dealing with every problem. Keep the women out of it, keep them safe while the men deal with the danger. But I see it doesn't have to be that way. Carmen was right to say I have the power to change the Stone legacy."

"Carmen?"

An arrogant smile quirks the edge of Oliver's mouth up. "You know her as headmistress. She's an old friend."

"Ahh. So I guess I never really was in trouble of selling myself to a stranger was I?" It's not really a question I need an answer to. Not when his laugh tells me everything I need to know.

"Not really. But the enforcer who gave you the idea and helped you scheme against me?—"

I swat at Oliver's chest. "—not scheme," I interrupt. "Tomas helped me get you back," I correct him, unable to hold back a laugh.

"Matter of perspective," he counters.

"Don't you dare do anything to him but give him a raise." I shake a finger at Oliver, and he takes it in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the flesh.

"I love you, Oliver. I have since the day you took this bullet to protect me, and I still do, to this very minute." All the humor leaks from my voice and I make sure he sees and hears the sincerity of my words. I stroke a finger over the puckered flesh. "Violence brought us together and then it nearly tore us apart. Don't let that happen again. Please."

He presses his forehead to mine, and we stay like that for a moment, simply breathing each other in. "I promise. To the day I die I will never let you out of my sight. I will love and cherish you, keep you at my side. We will rule over our kingdom together. We will not repeat your father's mistakes or mine. I own you Amethyst and I want everyone—friend and enemy—to know you are the queen of the Stone empire. My jewel."

"I am yours and you are mine, Oliver Stone. I put my ring on your finger, too, and now I carry your child. Our child. Your blood is my blood. From now until forever."

He takes my lips in a kiss. When he pulls his lips from mine several moments later, I hold his face in the palm of my hand and say, "Take me home, Daddy."

And that is exactly what happened. We rebuilt our love, reclaimed our home, and found peace in each other's arms.