The sins of her father could ruin her entire life...
Sang Sorenson is an 18 year old high school senior at Ashley Waters school. Her mother is dead, her sister has gone no-contact, leaving her with an absent father.
She's determined to get through s...
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"Good morning," Mr Blackbourne whispers, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. I sleepily roll into his arms, taking a few minutes to wake myself up. It's nice, waking up with someone here.
"Good morning," I echo. "Happy Birthday, Mr Blackbourne."
"Owen," he corrects gently. "But thank you."
"Happy Birthday Owen," I say softly. He moves us so he's hovering over me again and his lips lower to mine. This kiss is different from the ones we shared last night. It's not as sweet. More powerful. Needy.
"I like having you in my bed," he murmurs against my lips. "In my clothes."
"I'm all yours for the day," I say, a little breathlessly. I know we're going somewhere at some point, but I'm in absolutely no rush to leave this bed.
"Good," he replies. "I want to spend a little while longer doing this." Me too.
He slowly unbuttons the shirt, glancing at me to make sure. I'm not sure what he's doing, but I trust him. I know if I want to stop, we will. Once the shirt is unbuttoned, he begins kissing down from my jaw, all the way down to my belly button. He brushes my lower stomach, causing me to moan, and I blush. He smirks, and I can feel myself blushing.
"Seems someone liked that," he teases. He moves his mouth to my hip, and gently kisses along the lower part of my stomach, drawing another needy moan when he brushes that spot again. This doesn't seem fair to him. I move my hands and try to touch him, but he moves them back to my side.
"Don't move those," he whispers. He moves back to what he was doing and once again, I try to touch him.
"Last chance," he tells me. "Move them again and I'll restrain them."
"Restrain them?" I ask confused. Mr Blackbourne sits up and glances at me, trying to assess how much I can take.
"We're not going to do anything that would hurt you," he says softly. "I like to play a certain way in the bedroom."
"What kind of way?" I ask curiously, lifting myself up so I'm balancing on my forearms.
"Well, similar to how I act with the team," he tells me, and I frown. What? "I like to boss my lover around, and make sure things are done my way."
"Why?" I ask, biting my lip.
"I'm not sure," he murmurs. "We could delve into my past and find a reason if you wanted. Or we could go back to what we were doing."
"Do you enjoy it?" I ask and he nods.
"Yes," he says. "Very much so."
"Then I want to try," I say smiling. "You're in charge."
"Good girl," he murmurs. "In bed, I want you to call me 'sir' or 'Mr Blackbourne'."
"I call you Mr Blackbourne anyway," I say, and he sighs.
