“Let go,” I whispered against the head, swiping my tongue over his slit and taking his precum with me. “Give in.”
He whimpered and rocked into me. I happily opened my mouth, giving him access to the warm cavern where he could sheath his dick. I stroked my erection harder, my balls drawing closer to my body as the warning zings of my impending orgasm built at the base of my spine.
Darcy released first, panting out curses mixed in with my name, before he dumped his load into my throat. I swallowed eagerly, taking every bit of cream he had for me until there was nothing left and he slumped against the wall.
As I finished myself off, I lapped at him. My spine stiffened as I came. Groaning, I trembled through the waves of my orgasm until my balls were empty and I had nothing else to give. I went to stand, and Darcy had his hands hooked under my arms to help.
I kissed him, and to my surprise he returned the embrace, cupping my face and humming into my mouth. His muscles were a little looser than before, and as far as I was concerned, I’d done my job. For now. Next up, yoga and massages… right after he helped me track down my meds.
I’d been here so many times that the staff knew my face and were aware of how much money I spent while on vacation. They tended to swarm around me like a bunch of hungry pigeons, catering to my every need, which was why it wasn’t a surprise that as soon as we walked out the front door of the cabin to head to a yoga session, there was a golf cart waiting to take us. I didn’t need Darcy to tell me it was there because the moment I opened the door I was bombarded with a “good morning, Mr. Sutherland” from a familiar voice.
I smiled in the direction the words had come from and raised my hand in a hello. “Good morning, Gary. It’s been a while.”
Gary let out a boisterous laugh. I liked that about him. He was loud and proud and truly would do anything to make me happy. But what I loved most about him was that his attitude didn’t seem to stem from the money I spent; he treated everyone with respect and care, and that included other staff, too. More than once I’d heard him talking to all types of guests, asking how their trip was going and if they needed anything—all they had to do was let him know. His cheeriness was contagious, and I hoped it would rub off on Darcy. Even though I would never see Darcy’s smile again, I wanted tohearit in his voice.
“I’d like you to meet Darcy.” I gestured to Darcy with a smile, and I heard the slap of palms, telling me they were shaking hands.
The morning around the Catskill Mountains was bright and still a tad cool because of the higher elevation, but there was something freeing about it, too. The blooming flowers had a distinct scent, fresh and promising, which was unlike anything in the city. There were no honking cars, loud conversations, and drilling construction work. It was just us and nature.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Darcy,” Gary said with a happy tone. “Any friend of Mr. Sutherland is a friend of mine.”
“Oh, I’m not Mr. Darcy, I’m—” He snorted, and the sound surprised me because it was so close to a laugh. “Actually, my mother called me Darcy after Mr. Darcy.”
“Really?” I grinned because he reminded me a lot of Jane Austen’s version. Abrupt, cold, and thought of as rude, but that was only on the outside. The problem with today’s society was the lack of ability to see past a person’s defensive wall. Everyone was superficial in what they saw in other people. Darcy was handsome, had always been gorgeous, but the moment people tried to talk to him and he shut them down, they immediately called him the Ice Prince. He was more than that, so much more.
“She loves Jane Austen’s books,” he said quietly. “She was pregnant with me when she readPride and Prejudicefor the first time. She said she knew I was always meant to be a Darcy.”
I tucked my cane beneath my armpit and reached for him, finding his elbow. It was satisfying to slide my hand down to clasp his and feel his fingers squeeze mine back. “I think it fits you. You’re regal and handsome, the perfect Mr. Darcy.”
He used one finger to tickle the back of my hand. “Thank you.”
Gary cleared his throat. “Jane Austen writes some fine work. My wife loves her.” He touched the wrist of my hand that I wasn’t using to hold Darcy, something I’d taught him to do so I knew exactly where he stood. “Where would you like to go today, Mr. Sutherland?”
I brought Darcy’s hand up to my mouth and laid a kiss on the back. I couldn’t get enough of him, and as tempting as it was to lie in bed all day and fuck him into a different sort of peace, I’d already had Levi book yoga sessions and massages. Darcy needed a different kind of relaxing.
“To the main retreat, Gary. We have appointments.”
Gary hummed. “Very well, sir. This way.” He moved, and Lemonade, whose harness and leash I was holding on to, shifted forward, headed for what I assumed was the cart. I’d been here enough times that we’d learned how to handle Lemonade and the transport. As soon as we reached the cart, Gary let me know, and I clicked my tongue at Lemonade.
“Up,” I said in a strong commanding tone, and she jumped into one of the rear seats. I passed the leash to Gary, and he latched her on to one of the steel beams that held the top up. When I was in these types of vehicles I was always afraid we’d roll and Lemonade wouldn’t be able to escape in time, but Gary always took it slow, unlike some of the other staff, so I’d made a point of only allowing him to drive us. If he wasn’t available, I chose to walk instead.
“I’ll sit in the back with Lemonade.” Darcy released my hand, and as much as I wanted to argue, there was no way we could sit together. There were only two seats in the front, and Gary took one to drive.
Gary led me around to the passenger side, and I raised my foot onto the familiar step to lift myself into the cart. When I was settled, I shifted the cane between my legs, so it wouldn’t fall out without me realizing while we drove toward the sizeable building that housed a spa, yoga studio, and much more.
The ride was slow and tranquil, past the lake I was sure shimmered under the morning sun. The reflected heat from the water bathed my face and I closed my eyes, imagining exactly what it looked like. I hadn’t come here before I’d lost my sight, but I’d had Gary describe it to me one day. My brain formed the picture and it was beautiful.
“Wow,” Darcy breathed out from directly behind me. “This place is stunning.”
I smiled and reached around to touch his shoulder. “This is your home for the next two weeks.”
I felt him cringe under my hold. “I can’t. The Courtesan will be a mess when I get back.”
“Then let it be a mess. Maybe they’ll realize how much work you do, and you’ll be appreciated more,” I said quietly. “You deserve everything, sweet prince. Everything.”
He sighed, and it wasn’t the annoyed kind I was used to hearing from him—rather, it almost seemed dreamy, like he was fantasizing about the idea of being unburdened by the Courtesan.
When we arrived at the retreat building, it was Darcy who met me at my side of the cart with Lemonade. He undid her leash and left it with the cart—I could tell by the sound the little hook made on her collar—and then he helped me step out. His touch held a hint of caring as he guided my hand to Lemonade’s harness.
