Chapter Thirty Eight: Bishop

Splayed before me on the bed, I hone in on Willow’s pretty, pink pussy lips, parted and glistening with her arousal—just for me.

I love her.

And she loves me.

It’s something I knew before she uttered the words. Her actions over the past months speak volumes, but hearing her say them is better than what I imagine a World Series win feels like. Not that I don’t still want that win. I do, butthat moment would be a snapshot. Willow’s love for me transcends space and time. It fills the cracks in my heart, promising that if they grow, she’ll be there to fill them.

I want to be that for her too.

That want is rapidly growing to become a need. I may have only just admitted to myself that I do indeed love her, but seeing her on that balcony opened the damn floodgates of my heart.

Sliding between her legs, I drop my cock on her pussy, savoring the gasp that escapes her when the top barbell on the underside grazes her clit. I rock forward, sliding through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal.

As I do, the small blonde kitten tattoo catches my eye. It was an impulse decision. One I will never regret. She’s as much a part of my story as every other moment inked on my skin. And I love that from this moment forward, every time I look down when I’m buried deep inside her, every time she takes my cock into the back of her throat, it will be there. A reminder of our beginning. A promise of the future I plan to give her.

Reaching over, I pull the box of toys from the corner of the bed until it’s nestled beside me, and I formulate a plan.

“Please, Bishop.” Willow mewls, lifting her hips to find friction against the studs on my dick.

“As much as I love hearing you beg”—really it makes me feral— “I want to take my time with you. I want you to remember this in the days to come, when shit hits the fan, and you need something to cling to.”

She presses her lips together in a defiant line, shaking her head. “I told you. I don’t want a distraction.”

I reach down and tuck the stray curl that has fallen from her pony behind her ear. “Not a distraction, sweetheart, a lifeline. An anchor in the storm.”

That’s what she”s been for me. She’s been my lighthouse. My way home when the world became too much. That’s what she needs. And if she lets me, that’s what I want to give her.

“Okay,” she whispers, nodding her head.

Willow watches as I peruse the box, fingering through the toys. So many fun options, each carefully picked with her pleasure in mind.

The heat of her gaze fuels my fire, and I have to remind my twitching dick that this is about her, not us.

“Did you know,” I say with a grin, “as a catcher, I have to be able to explore all my options. I am the first line of defense when a new batter steps up to the plate.”

She hitches a curious brow. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Stay with me, Kitten,” I urge, and she awards me with a giggle that zaps straight through me.

Wrapping my hand around the first item in the box, I continue. “My first step is always research. Knowing the batter who steps into my box.”

I slowly pull the pink dildo from the bag and gauge her reaction. Nothing. Not a single twitch. I set it down on the bed beside her.

“Sometimes what excites me isn’t the answer. It’s all about what will make my opponent succumb to me.”

Her tongue darts out and wets her lips.

“Yes, Kitten, I mean you.”

Next, I pull out the nipple clamps. Her eyes widen, and she sucks in a sharp breath as I finger the metal chain between them.

A smile ticks at the corner of my mouth. “It’s all about knowing what they want and using it against them.”

Her eyes follow the tiny silver clamps as I set them down on the bed on the opposite side of her.

When they collide with mine again, I’ve already got the next toy out.

“Sometimes fast and hard is the answer,” I rasp.

Her thighs clench around mine as she eyes the magic wand, and it joins the nipple clamps.

“Other times a slider, low and inside, is the most effective tool.”

I pull out a toy similar to the one she wore all day at the game but has a much stronger vibration and suction as it’s not meant to be discreet.

Willow grimaces and I let out a soft chuckle and add it to the “no” pile.

“And then there’s my favorite. The change up. The single pitch, that if executed correctly, can trip up a batter and leave them walking away in pieces.”

Willow cranes her neck to see what I’m going to pull out next. When I lift the silver butt plug with the emerald stone at the base, she lets out a strangled moan.

God, I’m addicted to the sound of her. Especially since I know exactly why she made it. This is the toy I’ve been dreaming about using with her. The toy that started it all. The toy I’ve memorialized on my thigh.

I grab the bottle of lube and set it in the pile with the other toys I plan to use to make her scream my name.

Willow lifts herself onto her elbows and smiles, her eyes twinkling. “You’ve always been a tease, Bishop Lawson, but come on, play ball with me.”

The pairing of my name and a baseball reference has my balls tightening with need.

“Oh, I’m ready to play, Kitten,” I tease. Sticking my hand back in the box one last time, I pull out the final piece of my plan and twirl the silky little blindfold around my finger. “And just like the batters in my box, you’ll never see what’s coming.”

I lean forward, sliding my cock through her slick folds as I do, and slip the blindfold over her eyes. She flinches at the same time as she lets out a cross between a sigh and a moan.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

When she hesitates, I run my hands down the slope of her shoulders to her torso, reminding her I’m there with her. When she still doesn’t answer, I give the inside of her thigh a tiny pinch.

She squeaks, but still doesn’t answer.

Control is something she prides herself on having. She’s a planner. An executor. Giving it up is unnatural for her.

Once upon a time, she gave me her trust. She let go with reckless abandon. Before tonight, I hadn’t earned that trust back. I hope to change that because fuck, if I don’t crave it like my next breath.

Leaning over her so we’re skin to skin, I ghost my lips over hers. “Kitten, I asked you a question.”

“I’m thinking about which toy you’re going to use first.”

I stroke the side of her face and whisper, “Do you have a preference?”

“The clamps.”

The image of her tits tortured between the tiny metal clamps...

“Good choice,” I whisper. Wrapping one hand around her wrist, I bring her hand above her head before doing the same with the other. “Now don’t move these until I say so.”

A shiver wracks her body, and I pull back and admire the sight of her splayed out beneath me.

Her brows furrow under the blindfold. “And if I do?”

“I’ll tie you to the bed.”

She writhes beneath me.

“You like that idea?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t hold back on me now, Kitten,” I say with a smirk. The thought of her tied up and helpless has my cock dripping. “I love hearing you tell me exactly what you want. All the ways you want me to make you mine.”

“I want you to tie me up.” She breathes. “Not tonight, but someday. Tonight, I want you to torture my nipples, slide that plug in my ass, and fuck me, so I never forget who I belong to.”

My hips jerk forward, and I swallow hard. “Goddamn, Willow.”

This woman is going to be the death of me, and I’ll go willingly as long as she’s at my side.

I shift and take her nipple in my mouth, pulling the already pert peak with my teeth. She gasps and arches her back.

“I need you to pick a safe word, Kitten,” I say as I grab the metal clamps with one hand and pinch her nipple with the other.

Her chest gives a shaky rise and fall. “A safe word?”

“If you say that word, everything stops.”

She thinks for a moment and a smile spreads across her face. “Emerald.”

I laugh. “Like the stone?”

“Like our beginning.”

If I thought she was meant for me before, her safe word just solidified it times ten.

“Fine. Emerald it is.” I drag the chain up her abdomen and across her nipples, loving the way they are peaked and needy and waiting for me. “Now breathe for me. Focus on each breath.”

She does, each one a little less shaky than the one before. On her fifth breath, I pinch her nipple between my forefinger and thumb and tug it up before replacing my fingers with the clamp.

“Fuck,” she rasps, her hips jerking once, then twice, riding the friction of my cock alone. She exhales, her body shuttering as her thighs clench around mine.

“Holy shit, Kitten, did you just come?”

Her chest rises and falls, rapidly flooding with the same pink that paints her cheeks. She gives a sheepish nod.

“Words, Willow.”

“Yes,” she admits, heat filling her cheeks. “It wasn’t enough, though. Almost like hearing the beginning of a song and waiting for the drop, only it never comes.”

“Damn.” I groan. “As much as I want to be angry it wasn’t on my cock or tongue, that was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yes. And I’m filing away nipple play as one of my new favorite pastimes.”

“Please, fuck me,” she whines, gyrating her hips in search of the friction only I can give her. “It wasn’t enough.”

“Patience, sweetheart. You still have one more nipple in need of jewelry.”

Her groan makes me chuckle.

I love this side of her. When she crosses over from playing the perfect little debutant and gives in to every filthy fantasy she keeps hidden behind her manicured smiles.

Leaning over, I repeat the same process on her other nipple. She whimpers a stifled “please” again, but there’s no release this time. Though, if the way she squirms beneath me is any indication, she’s close.

I briefly consider tugging the chain connecting her nipples, but I don’t want her coming again on anything but my cock or my tongue.

The thought spurs me to slide back and drop onto my elbows. Her pink pussy lips glisten in front of me with her arousal, and I see the darker pink of her asshole. I swallow a groan, remembering the sight of it with an emerald jewel popping out.

Soon.

First, I need to taste her.

I smooth my hands down her thighs, willing her body to relax while using the connection to remind her it’s just me and her.

When her breathing evens out, I strike, sealing my mouth onto her pussy.

“Oh God.” She hisses, her thighs snapping up to cradle my head between them.

My hands dig into the supple flesh and force them down so I can devour her. I work my lips and tongue, humming against her clit until she’s bucking against my face like a damn bronco.

“Ahhh, that’s—that feels amazing. I’m gonna?—”

I back off, staving off her orgasm by blowing cool air on her swollen lips.

Willow wines and I slide my fingers inside her, keeping her on edge as I let them play until they are dripping with her.

“Please, Bishop,” she begs. “I need to come.”

“Soon, Kitten,” I growl, sliding my coated fingers down to paint the rim of her asshole.

She tenses and mewls a string of unintelligible words as I sink the tip of my finger in, stretching the tight ring of muscles.

Willow gasps at the intrusion, the sound turning into a savage groan as she twists her hands above her head where I told her to keep them.

“You’re doing so good, Kitten. Letting me play with this little asshole,” I praise, and she preens, arching her back and thrusting her hips up toward my face.

“You like this? You like my finger in your ass?” I drop my mouth and tease her pussy with long lapping strokes, working my finger slowly in and out.

“Yes. More,” she pleads, her hips meeting my tongue stroke for stroke.

It takes everything in me not to reach down and wrap a hand around my painfully hard, weeping cock. She has no idea what she does to me, begging me for more. I want to give it to her. All of it. Every inch of me aches for her in the most desperate, primal way.

My tongue flits across her clit as she rides my fingers, chasing her release. I pick up the pace with my mouth and I add a second finger. She pushes back, desperately seeking more.

“Right there—oh God, Bishop—I’m going to?—”

“Fuck yes, Willow.” I growl, “Let me taste you. Give me life and come all over my tongue.”

Her hips jerk, and she forgets the instructions I gave her, threading her fingers through my hair. The moment her thighs tighten around my head, I seize the opportunity and slip a third finger in her ass. She clamps around them, crying out my name as her body bows off the bed and convulses through her release.

Chest heaving, her breasts jiggle, jerking the clamps as she shivers and moans again.

“That was perfect,” she mutters, breathless.

I slowly pull my fingers from her ass and reach for the plug and lube. When I pop the top, she cries out, “Wait.”

I immediately still.

Heat fills her freckled cheeks. “Don’t put the plug in.”

“Whatever you want,” I say, dropping the plug back onto the bed.

“No.” She rips the blindfold from her eyes and blinks a few times until they’ve adjusted to the dim light of the room. She looks up at me, flushed from her orgasm, and smiles. “I mean, I don’t want the plug. I want you to fuck my ass.”

My brain short circuits. “Are you—are you sure?”

She nods, giving me a gorgeous lazy smile. “You told me the first night we were together that you loved the sight of my fingers in my ass and couldn’t wait until it was your cock instead.”

I did?

How the hell does she remember that and I don’t? I mean, it sounds exactly like something I would say. I wanted everything with Willow, even then.

“You don’t have to?—”

“I want to.” She grabs my wrist and laces her fingers through mine, reassuring me. “I want this with you.”

An involuntary moan tears from my throat and heat blooms in my chest. “I love when you ask for what you want.”

“I know.” Her blue eyes sparkle with false innocence. “Which is why I am asking you to fuck me. Please.”

Fucking hell, I don’t deserve this woman.

She squeaks when I smack her ass hard enough to leave a mark and smirk. “Because you asked so nicely.”

I reach for the bottle of lube and offer it to her. “Get me ready for you, Kitten.”

She snatches the bottle from me and sits up. Squirting some in her hand, she licks her lips before wrapping her hand around my length.

A strangled moan escapes me as she works me root to tip, dragging her fingertips over each of my piercings until she reaches the head and circles it slowly.

“Fuck, Willow, if you do that again, I’m not going to make it to your ass.”

She giggles until I tug on the chain between her breasts, and it morphs into a sinful moan.

“Squirt some on your asshole.”

She leans back onto the bed and I grab a pillow from behind her. Tapping her thigh, she lifts her hips so I can slide it underneath.

Once she’s situated with her legs spread wide, I rake my eyes down her body, worshiping the sight of her splayed before me and genuinely moved by the gift she’s about to give me.

She brings the bottle between her legs, dripping a generous amount of lube on her ass before tossing the bottle aside.

My body thrums with anticipation. I run one of my hands down her thigh and latch onto her hip, steadying as I fist my cock with the other. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

She nods enthusiastically.

I open my mouth, and she rolls her eyes.

“I know, words,” she sasses with a cheeky smile. “I promise I will tell you if, at any point, you hurt.”

“And you have your safe word. Say it and this all stops, no matter what.”

“Bishop,” she purrs, my name. “I know. Now fuck my ass.”

I give her a two-finger salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

My cock is desperate for that first squeeze as I slowly press the tip against her hole, smearing the lube.

“Relax,” I whisper, “and bear down.”

She exhales and her hands fist the sheets as she sinks her hips further into the pillow.

“Atta girl, let me in.”

I tease the tip in and out, working my cock in little by little. When I reach the first barbel, I stop and check in with her.

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she mutters through tight lips.

“Good girl.” I commend, focusing all my attention on her and not on the grip she has on my cock. “Now I need you to play with yourself. Tease the tip of your nipples, tug on the chain, circle your clit, whatever feels good. Can you do that for me?”

She stares up at me with pure adoration. “Yes, daddy.”

My hips jerk, forcing the first barbel past the entrance. I mutter a string of curses. “Fuck, Kitten, you can’t say shit like that and expect me to be gentle.”

“Then don’t.” Fire fills her eyes, and I recognize the challenge in them. “Fill me. Fuck me. Wreck me.”

“Fuck.” My hand tightens around the base of my cock. I have to breathe to stop myself from coming right then and there.Willow has told me time and time again she got her filthy mouth from me. I’ve created a monster and now I’m reaping the consequences. But fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I close my eyes so I can’t see her, but it’s no use. She consumes me.

When I open them again, Willow wears a satisfied grin. She’s already started to follow my instructions. One hand tugs on the chain, pulling her nipples taut, while the other works her clit with two fingers.

It’s a sight to behold, especially with the tip of my cock in her ass. There’s no way I’m going to last longer than a few thrusts.

She whimpers and I sink deeper, watching her ass swallow every inch of my cock until I’m settled against the curve of her body.

Holy hell.

Nothing prepares you for the first slide home in the ass of the girl you love. It’s fucking magic. I take another deep breath, wanting to move my hips, but knowing she needs time to adjust.

“Bishop,” she moans.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re so goddamn tight,” I mutter, dropping my head back. “You take me so well.”

She lets out a little mewl of contentment. “You feel amazing. But I need you to move. I need—fuck—I’m so close.”

Words fail me, and I grunt in response as I slowly work a few short thrusts.

“Yes,” she pants, “Oh God, yes. Please, more.”

A wicked smile tips my lips as I pull halfway out and reach up with both hands and release the clamps without warning.

Willow cries out, the blood rushing into her tortured nipples as I white knuckle her hips and slam back into her ass. She arches her back and tightens around me, coming with the full force of a fucking hurricane.

“Bishop!” She cries my name like it’s a goddamn spiritual path. Like I’m her god and I’ve delivered her from her sins.

Fuck.

I reach for the final piece of the puzzle, the magic wand, and flipping it on, I swat her hand away from her clit and slam it against the swollen bud.

“Shit!” she screams and her whole body freezes, except for the tiny flutters of her ass around my cock.

“Fuck, Kitten. You’re strangling my cock.”

Willow opens her mouth, but no words come out as she rides the waves of her pleasure.

I do my best to hold on, thrusting through her continued release as my own coils tightly in my gut. My balls tingle, heavy with need, and I know I’m not far off.

Her body starts to relax, and I go to move the wand from her clit, but she stops me. Wrapping her hand around mine, she shakes her head.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop. It’s still—fuck—there’s another one behind it.”

A sheen of sweat covers her body as she hooks her heels behind my thighs and lifts her hips to meet each of my thrusts. “I want it. It’s right there.”

My eyes go wide in disbelief. She’s still fucking coming. And who am I to interrupt the orgasm of a lifetime?

“Take it,” I growl, leaning over her, sucking her lip between my teeth and tugging it until she moans. “It’s fucking yours, Kitten.”

Every thrust of my hips sends us closer to the edge, and I’m overwhelmed by the moment. Us. Here. Skin to skin. Finally. This is how we’re supposed to be.

“Oh God,” I moan, trying to do anything to stop the inevitable, but I can”t. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” she screams, digging her nails into my back. “Come with me. Come in my ass.”

“Willow,” I cry as she tightens around me and I slam into her, my release claiming me like a bomb detonating.

I collapse on top of her, and she holds me against her. White spots dance in my vision, and even though it feels like I’ve been ripped apart, I feel whole at the same time.

“Holy shit,” Willow murmurs, over and over, and I love that I’ve reduced her to profanities.

When I’m no longer dizzy, I lift myself from her chest and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You were amazing.”

She beams, her lips lifting in a lazy smile. “I didn’t know I could come like that.”

“Me either.”

Willow winces as I slip from her and immediately a shiver wracks her body. I tug her up into my arms and situate us at the head of the bed.

She snuggles into my chest and lets out a weighted sigh.

Worry claws at my chest, and I fear that might have been too much for one night. “Talk to me, Willow.”

“I just—that was a lot.”

With two fingers, I lift her chin to look at me. “Good a lot or bad a lot?”

“Good. Definitely good.” She glances away, and I know she’s holding back. I’m about to press when she lifts her head and asks, “Are you really all in?”

It hurts that she feels the need to ask after what we just shared, but remembering what Leigh told me, I try not to take it to heart. Willow needs action—reassurance—and I’m sure this won’t be the only time.

I brush away my favorite stray curl and smile. “Willow Mae York, I love you. And I’m yours as long as you’ll have me.”

“You might get sick of me.”

“Not possible.”

She chuckles, and I take it as a sign we’ll be alright.