“Regina—”
“It’s okay, Cole.” I dropped to my knees. “It’s what we both want. Let me please you.”
I waited until he nodded before I undid his pants and took him out. He was long and thick and my pussy clenched at the sight.
One day, Cole would meet his special lady. In my head, she was blonde and thin and perfect—everything I was not. “Fuck you, sister,” I thought. Cole could wait for her all he wanted, but right now he was mine, and after all the kinky shit I’d done, I’d earned a reward.
Taking a deep breath, I sucked him down.
I used every trick I knew, licking as I bobbed my head. Above me, Cole’s great body tensed. His head fell back and fingers gripped the couch cushions.
He gasped my name as he came and I swallowed.
“That was…”
“Just part of my duties. Shall I add cock service to the regular schedule, sir?”
Cole didn’t answer. Instead, his long finger teased down the neckline of my maid’s outfit. I let him pull it down, jutting out my breasts as he played with my nipples. I never thought I’d be so happy on my knees, topless with a plug in my ass, but my drippy pussy had no complaints. One touch to my clit and I would explode.
I sighed when he pulled my top up. “Back to work. I have things to do.”
“Whatever you say, sir.” I smirked. I was hoping he’d order me to the bedroom, but the week was still young. I felt his eyes follow me out of the room.
7
Two days passed, and despite my best efforts, Cole never again lost control. Oh, sure, he had me kneel and suck him off, almost every day. Sometimes he got me off, sometimes he didn’t. But it didn’t get me any closer to what I really wanted.
Every day I came within inches of breaking down and begging, ‘Please just have sex with me!’ Days became endless agony. For every sexual torment or humiliation Cole put me through, I imagined a thousand more. Each time he put his hands between my legs, I was a sopping mess.
The nights were ten times worse. If I went to bed without him, I’d lay awake listening for him to come home, open the fridge and eat whatever I’d left for him, then come into the bedroom. My heart always beat faster—maybe this would be the night! But no. And it turns out sleeping with your dream man without being able to actuallysleepwith him means little rest. For both of us.
One night, I tossed and turned but couldn’t get to sleep. Cole threw a heavy leg over mine to keep me still. I thought he would sleep then, but he lay awake with me, stroking my chest under the nightshirt.
“Please stop,” I said and his hand stilled.
“You don’t like it?”
“No, I do. Too much. Never mind, keep going. And if you want to warm up your dick, feel free to climb on. I’m clean, and on birth control. You don’t even need a condom.”
His deep sigh stirred my hair. I pressed my lips together against anger, or tears, or both. If Cole didn’t want me, why was he keeping me around? I wasn’t his dream woman, but did I have to be her placeholder, only fit to warm her side of the bed?
“Why don’t you just make me sleep somewhere else?”
He pushed his face into my hair. I didn’t want him to speak, to break the spell. But I had to know.
“I used to lie awake thinking about you. I worried all the time.”
I pressed my body back against him and he groaned.
“You have no idea how good it feels to have you here. In my bed, I know you’re safe from almost everything.”
I wondered what he meant by ‘almost everything.’ “Of course I’m safe. I’m always safe when I’m with you.”
He remained quiet so long I thought he’d fallen asleep. But right before my own sleep took me, I heard him whisper, “I hope so.”
* * *
After a few daysliving with Cole, it made sense why he never had a steady girlfriend. His work schedule would try the most understanding woman’s patience. Not mine, though. I didn’t feel that I deserved his attention in the first place. I genuinely began to think of how I could make his life easier. Not that I’d ever admit it. I took every opportunity to annoy the hell out of him. I seemed to have the knack.
