With my other hand, I start pumping my fingers inside of her, twisting until I find the spot I’m searching for. I work that while my tongue continues its job on her sensitive bud. Between the position, and the bondage, it doesn’t take long for her to come. She screams and bucks around, trying to ride the high of her orgasm.
Every part of her is wet, and I can’t take it. I want her now.
Digging through the duffle bag for a condom, I turn back to her. Her eyes are watering. Is she hurt?
Her eyes glance down at the condom. “I trust you.”
Oh. I shake my head. “And I promised to keep you safe. This is one of many ways I plan on doing that.”
She slams her eyes shut and her lower jaw quivers. I kneel next to her to get a better look. Shit, she’s crying. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“Nothing.”
“If you’re going to lie to me, this ends right now,” I say with a sharpness she can’t avoid, and it causes her to flinch. “Um… the sexual activities, not the relationship. I want to be crystal clear on that.”
She nods and wipes her eyes. “You’re not Nico.”
Now I’m lost, and she must be able to tell because she continues.
“For years I had this fantasy about you. Well… Nico. I built him up in my head.”
Shit. And reality isn’t what she wants. Fuck.
“And you’re so much better than he ever was, I can’t believe you’re real.”
Fuuuuck. How the hell did I get so lucky?
I slide into her entrance. Grabbing her thighs with every thrust, I realize I need more hands.
“Touch yourself.”
Her fingers brush across her clit as we move in unison. Her body swells as she comes crashing down, her walls squeezing me. But I’m not done. I've got to give her more.
“You’re mine.” My hands move from her thighs to her ass cheeks.
The area is already wet, and I use the slickness around her pussy to coat my finger. My index finger circles around the puckered skin and the energy shifts.
“Yes!” she cries out as my finger slides in. Waves of pleasure consume her, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
The feeling builds until I’m left shaking and shivering in my release.
My girl lays lazy on the bed with a satisfied grin. I unhook the ankle restraints and crawl next to her.
“You’re mine, and I’m not running away. You understand?”
She makes a sleepy, “Uh huh,” and rolls onto my chest.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jenny
I won’t be able to move correctly for a week.
He broke me, then rebuilt me, making me feel more adored and valuable than I ever have in all my life. But it’s the way he blushes when I snuggle up to him. The way he holds me. The light caress of his fingers on my spine and the pangs of sadness in his eyes when I leave the bed to get dressed, that make me think, maybe it’s the first time he’s felt the same thing.
Did everyone else use him for his money and power? Or was it only quick physical encounters for him because that’s all he ever wanted before? And maybe what we have is different for both of us.
The more I watch him, the more I’m starting to think he likes me.
