Her gaze locks with mine. This push-pull between us is such a fucking turn-on. I want to know what she’ll let me make her do. I want, too, to feel the white heat of her anger on me if I go too far. Mostly, I realize, I want her full attention. All the fucking time.
She opens her mouth.
I smile and drag her head up at the same time I lower my hips. She sucks the cum off my cock and swallows.
I pull my cock free and kiss her on the mouth before wiping the taste of myself from my lips. I stand and pull up my briefs.
“Where are you going, C?”
“Nowhere. Out to the suite. You want a drink?”
“You’re forgetting something,” she says, raising that gorgeous ass. “You put it in there. Take it out.”
I realize she doesn’t want to do that herself. I stride over and spread her cheeks.
“Relax,” I say.
She hisses, slapping one long leg against the bed, when I pull the plug free with a gentle tug. She clenches her buttocks and closes her legs. I get the message. That area is off limits right now.
I toss the toy in the bathroom trash and wash my hands. When I emerge, she’s lying on her side, giving me a great view of her pretty tits and flat belly.
“There are clothes in the closet for you to choose from,” I say. “Take a look and try things on. Whatever you don’t like, hang in the closet next to the suite’s front door. Whatever you like, leave there with my suit. And the handle bag with the tissue paper is full of lingerie.”
She’s quiet a moment. “So what am I? A kept woman?” she asks with dry amusement.
“In bed, you’re whatever we decide. But out there, beyond this suite, I’m the king and that makes you my queen.”
She blinks.
“I wear a suit to send a message to the world. You can dress like a college kid or a broke dancer if you want to, but that’s not the way I see you. I don’t think it’s the way the world should see you either.”
“Jesus, Connor,” she says, her eyes filling with tears.
“What?” I say, taken aback. I wasn’t criticizing her. She’s got great natural style; she just hasn’t had the money to upgrade until now.
She uses the heel of her hand to wipe her tears away. “A queen?” she demands. “Get out of here before I fall in love with you.”
Ah, I think.Don’t forget that, I tell myself.She likes when you give her permission to act like the superstar she is.
