YEARN (Ch 14) [Bad Mommy]

 

Chapter 14

Bad Mommy

Teyonah

 

What the fuck?!

Everything in me tried to be everywhere at once—hide, attack, collapse, run. The hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator flew up and crossed my chest. My forearm barely covered my breasts.

My knees knocked together.

The water kept beating.

The rose kept humming.

I shivered. “What are you doing in here?!”

“No.” He pointed at the rose. “What are you doing in here?”

Heat shot up my throat so fast it made me dizzy.

“N-none of your business!” I quickly put Denzel back on the shelf with a shaky clack and pressed my spine to the tile. “Why are you in my bathroom?”

“We need to talk.” His gaze dragged over my body, and it was a physical touch, lingering on the water droplets between my thighs. “I heard you come home. I waited for you to relax, and I came upstairs.”

“You can’t just come upstairs into my bedroom—”

“You weren’t going to come downstairs. Last night proved that.”

I blinked. “I actually was going to come downstairs—”

“When?” He sneered. “After you came?”

“Y-yes.” I pressed my forearm harder across my breasts. “I thought that would give me some. . .clarity.”

He stepped further into the steam, yet stayed outside of the shower. “Is that what you thought?”

I trembled.

I was breathing too fast.

His next words came out in a growl. “You think I won’t know when you’re touching what belongs to me?”

I blinked again.

“You’re mine.”

Say what?

That word mine landed low—heat and warning.

I swallowed. “We. . .have not. . .discussed all of that yet.”

“After last night. . .you are mine. Whether you say it or not.”

Oh fuck.

My chest heaved.

Water ran over my collarbone and slid along my arm. I could feel the drum of my heart in the hollow at the base of my throat.

I did not tell him to leave.

I didn’t invite him to stay.

I stood there, naked, cornered, and already undone in all the ways that mattered.

He flicked a glance toward the shelf and at the pink, obscene little flower sitting there. Then, he brought his eyes back to me. “Unacceptable.”

“First of all—”

He stepped forward, stopping me in mid-sentence. “I should be furious, but God, you’re so fucking pretty when you’re guilty.”

“I am not guilty of anything.”

“You are, but don’t worry. I’ll burn that toy when I’m done.”

“Done with what?”

He ignored my question. “You won’t need this toy again. I’ll be your only mercy, your only ruin.” Next, he fucking stepped into the shower fully clothed, letting the water claim him too, and the sight punched a sound out of me I didn’t recognize.

Shock slammed into me.

His shoe on wet tile was a thin scream of rubber.

His shirt dampened visibly as the steam and warm spray of water took him.

“W-what are you doing?” I raised my eyebrows.

The water kept falling.

My breath caught.

The rose waited on the shelf like a witness.

Steam thickened around his body until his outline blurred.

Fuck. . .

I pressed my back more firmly to the tile and tried to remember how to breathe.

He reached past me, not touching anything but air and steam, and then he took the rose from the shelf.

Oh my God. . .

“Hmmm.” Dominic looked down at the pink vibrator in his large hand as if he’d found a piece of evidence at a crime scene, and then brought his gaze back to my face. Rage blazed in his eyes. “From now on. . .if you want release, you’ll get it from me.”

“Are you insane—”

“Yes. You’ve fucking made me insane—”

“I have not—”

“You think you can jack me off like that last night and everything will go back to normal?”

“Dominic, I—”

“No woman has ever touched me the way you have.”

Oh. . .for real?

Devilish pride hit me.

I swallowed and did my best not to smirk. “Okay, but you still can’t just come in here and threaten my toy or—”

“You think my cock spilling cum all over the place was a sign to slow things down? To play with your toy instead of hurry down to me?”

I was shocked and speechless.

Closing the distance between us, he planted his left hand on the tile beside my head.

His body didn’t crowd me; it contained me.

The shirt clung to him now, heavy with water, mapping muscle and heat beneath the expensive fabric.

The shower hissed.

He lifted the rose, turned it on, and the soft hum filled the space. “You think this can satisfy you better than me?”

I couldn’t help it.

I grinned.

I loved his audacity and possessiveness.

There was a thrill that came from being wanted, from being seen. From being the center of Dominic’s world.

The rose continued to buzz between us.

I shook my head. “As I told you before, Dominic, I thought making myself come up here would give me clarity.”

“You don’t need clarity. You need my cock deep in you.”

I parted my lips.

He sneered, “Bad Mommy.”

My pulse skittered.

My pussy throbbed.

My nipples hardened even more.

Those words shot through me like a bullet, raw and potent.

"You've driven me to madness, Mommy."

“That wasn’t. . .my intention. . .baby.”

“Yet. . .here we are. . .”

“Then. . .fuck me. . .”

He licked his lips. “I should. . .”

“You definitely should. . .”

“But you don’t deserve it.”

“What?” I blinked. “You’re here and have interrupted my coming. You might as well finish the job.”

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight. You don’t get me that easy after sneaking off with this toy and pissing me off. Plus. . .when I’m inside you, I won’t be rushing anything.”

“A quickie won’t hurt anybody.”

“You still don’t understand.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.” Dominic moved in closer with the rose humming. His free hand gently seized my hip, and his fingers steadied me. “If you want to come, then you always call me. . .because if you don’t. . .I will punish you.”

“How?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he brought the toy closer to my pussy.

Oh shit. Is he going to get me off?

I knew right then that if I let him do this, there was no going back. We needed to truly talk not have another erotic encounter.

Still. . .I widened my eyes and couldn’t stop him either.

I was too fucking horny.

“Bad Mommy. Don’t you ever try to come without getting my permission first.” Slowly, he pressed the toy against my swollen, dripping pussy—right where my fingers had been desperately working minutes ago—and the first touch of vibration against my throbbing clit sent an electric current through me.

My thighs quivered uncontrollably as that delicious sensation crawled up my spine, making my nipples tighten even further into aching peaks. “Fuck. . .Dominic. . .”

“Is this the pleasure you wanted?” He adjusted the angle a degree, the way a careful doctor might change the slope of a scalpel.

“Oh fuck!”

“You wanted this, Mommy?”

“Y-yes.” I dropped my hands, revealing my breasts to him.

He groaned. “Look at those sexy breasts.”

Dominic's heated gaze seared into my skin, branding me in ways I'd never imagined possible.

Since having the kids. . .since the weight shifts and stretch marks etched themselves across my body, I’d carried this quiet shame and embarrassment about how I looked.  My breasts weren’t the high, perfect orbs they’d once been—they sagged, fuller, softer, reshaped by milk and motherhood.

Most days I thought of them as misshapen.

And it wasn’t just my breasts. My belly bore the record too—looser skin, a gentle pouch that never went away no matter how many crunches or cleanses I swore I’d stick to.

My hips had widened and stayed wide, the soft fat clinging there as if it had every right to remain.

Even when I dressed up for work, heels clicking and lipstick bright, that self-conscious whisper never shut up: you’re too heavy now, too stretched, too old, too ruined to be anyone’s fantasy.

But Dominic. . .

This young, sexy muscular god stared at me like none of that was true. Like sagging breasts, stretch-marked belly, and generous hips weren’t flaws but exquisite proof that I was his queen to be worshipped.

His eyes dragged over every so-called imperfection with the focus of a man taking inventory of treasure. His tongue slipped against his lip as if even the thought of me was enough to starve him.

That drove me closer to coming.

I moaned and rubbed my pussy against the rose.

He took it away and then shut it off. “No.”

“Dominic—”

“Bad Mommy.”

I blinked, thrown off balance and buzzing with lust. “I’m about to fight you.”

He just grinned.

Dear God. Will he let me come?