I rolled my hips forward, hoping he’d take pity on me and just shove his dick inside me.
“He sounds like a smart man.”His palm slipped across the entirety of my backside before spanking me again with a little more vigor.
“Oh, he was, Sir,” I mewled, splaying my fingers on his skin.“If you like, I can show you some of what he used to enjoy.”
“We don’t have a shower we can use here, little girl.”His voice was huskier, and the fact that he hadn’t flatly rebuked me again was a promising sign that he, too, was succumbing to the desire.
“It’s okay, Sir.”My hand shifted to his hair.“I don’t mind being dirty with you.”
“Caroline, we shouldn’t.”He sounded almost pained as he made the appeal.“Not here.Not until we’re somewhere else, somewhere where we can—”
“Please.”I wasn’t above begging for what I wanted.He had taught me that much.“I just want to love you, Sir.”
The sigh that left his tempting lips was an act of concession, and all at once, his arms were gone as he whipped back the covers.
“Get on your knees, little girl.”His tone had taken on that old authoritative air, and I responded at once, sliding from the warmth of the bed and landing on my knees on the worn carpet below.“You’re right.You should pay homage to me every day.Even if we’re in less glamorous surroundings.”
Glancing up excitedly, I watched as he slipped to the edge of the bed, his feet on either side of my knees as he thrust his rock-hard erection my way.
“Clean me.”His hand reached for my hair with the instruction.“One of us deserves satisfaction before our visit to the bank.”
I whimpered at the inference that the person receiving that gratification wouldn’t be me, but I’d already guessed as much, and as his fingers tightened in my hair, I scrambled closer, my lips parting to accept him.
He delved deep into my throat, claiming me with the same unhurried control he’d always exerted at the unit and, gaze flitting north to his, I did my best to receive him.
“Hands,” he snapped.“Where should they be?”
Drawing my wrists to the small of my back, I couldn’t hold back the reflexive moan that fled my throat.I wanted him, wanted to be used that way, yet every fiber of me also needed that hard organ inside my sex, reminding me that I was a woman and urging me higher toward the stars.
“Is this what you wanted, little girl?”he snarled.“Is this what you need?”
I whimpered a reply around his encroaching cock, heady at the prospect of finally being useful to him again.Hours of traveling and potential terror had meant it’d been too long since I’d yielded properly.
“Fuck, Caroline.”He yanked my tresses harder, firing pain at my scalp, but I welcomed the sensation, each tug somehow connecting to my eager clit and making me even fucking hotter.“That feels so good.”
Yes!I hoped my eyes conveyed my feelings when his gaze locked with mine.This is what I need; to be yours, to be a vessel for your pleasure.Thank you, Sir.
It didn’t matter that I wasn’t going to orgasm.There was still pleasure in my service to him.
He cried out as the first spasms of his climax hit him, angling his cum over my waiting face and staking his claim all over again.In the haze of his hedonism, I’d never been happier.
