"Come for me," I order.
She cries out and I’m rewarded by seeing her fall apart as she climaxes. Her features scrunch up, her breasts heave, and her nipples are so hard, they could, surely, cut diamonds. Her body is perfectly arched as she shudders and whimpers, then slowly collapses onto the bed.
I slowly ease the vibrator from her and set it on the bedside table.
Then I lean over her and untie first, her arms, and then, her legs. I massage her wrists and ankles, making sure the ties haven’t left any marks, and that her blood is circulating properly.
I watch her features until she finally focuses her gaze on me.
"Hi." I brush my lips over hers.
"Hi," she whispers back.
"How are you doing?"
She sighs. "I feel like I’m coming back to earth after flying through the skies wearing wings. You give the best orgasms, Brody."
"That might be the best praise I've received in my life." I chuckle. "And I’m not done yet."
Her eyes widen in horror. "What do you mean?"
"I promised myself I’d make you come one more time before I fuck you."
"One more time?" She begins to inch away. "I can’t do that."
"You can. And you will." I flip her over.
She gasps. "Ugh. This is going to kill me." She tries to crawl away this time.
In response, I yank her close, then press my palm into the small of her back. "I won’t let you die sweetheart. And I’m going to make sure you enjoy every last second of your climax."
She looks at me over her shoulder. "That sounds like a threat."
"More like a reminder to myself that I can’t let you down."
Her features soften. "You’re a generous lover."
"That’s because I love your body."Fuck, I used the 'L' word.
But at least, it was in the right context. I meant, I love her curves. No way, could I have slipped up and used it in a different context. Not possible.
Not when I’ve known this woman for such a short time. Though I did propose to her within weeks of meeting her. But that was out of necessity.
Besides, if I were in love with her, I wouldn’t be able to withstand losing her when she realizes she made a mistake marrying me on a rebound. And those don’t usually last.
She's the best executive assistant I could have imagined, and I didn't want her falling apart because some douchebag dumped her. I wanted to help her save face. Not to mention, Arthur insisted I marry, and oddly, he chose her.
Besides, I’m probably so drunk on the power I hold over her orgasms that my brain cells tripped over themselves. Yep, that’s all it is.
She frowns. "Brody, you okay?"
"Of course." I smack her butt cheek to prove it.
A full body shiver grips her.
I slap her other butt cheek. This time, she swallows, and a soft sound escapes her.
"Damn, you like that."
