After our lunchtime escapade, we clean up together, then I head back to my own room to take a shower because I’m covered in sweat and Rupert’s cum. I’m a bit tender between the legs, but I’ll grow accustomed to him after a while.
When Kellen finally returns, I’m certain that he heard us all the way across the mansion last night because he wears a knowing smirk when he greets me that evening. But he doesn’t comment, and I don’t bring it up, either.
Whatever Rupert and I have is fragile and young, and I want to protect it.
I’m feeling myself after the last twenty-four hours, so I cook a big dinner that night with Rupert’s help. We work seamlessly together in the kitchen, and it reminds me of my days at the restaurant.
Maybe if I can get my feet underneath me, I could tryworking my way up to that again. But that would mean leaving my job here, and I don’t know if I want to do that, either. Rupert would have to hire someone else, and then he would go back into hiding, which I don’t want for him.
After dinner, when Kellen makes himself scarce again, Rupert takes my hand and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Would you like to sleep in my room again tonight?”
Oh, I would love that more than anything.
I bounce up on my toes and kiss his cheek. “Please. Lead the way.”
Instead of walking together to his room, Rupert scoops me into his arms and carries me up the stairs, then all the way down the east wing without any change in his breathing. I clutch him around the neck, and he chuckles.
“I’m not going to drop you,” he says, leaning down to bump my nose with his.
“It’s just so high up!” I’m a good four feet off the floor. No one’s ever just carried me around like a pet cat before.
“Not for long.” Rupert manages to open the door with me still in his arms and carries me inside, down the hallway to his room, where he sets me on the bed. He looms over me, licking his chops as he surveys me up and down. I don’t move as he slips off my cardigan, then reaches for the hem of my shirt. I help him take off my clothes until I’m bare in front of him, but he’s still dressed.
“Not fair,” I grouse. With a snort of amusement, my monster takes off his own clothes, one item at a time, until he’s as naked as someone covered in fur can be. His sheath has already parted, the head of his pink, wet cock starting to poke out.
I’m curious about it, so I slide off the bed and kneel on the ground in front of him. Rupert arches a brow, watching me carefully.
“Why are you on the floor, Peony?”
I shush him with one hand, focused completely on the object in front of me. Rupert’s breathing speeds up as I reach out and pet his furry sheath, and even more of his cock emerges. But my curiosity insists I explore more. I glance up at him for permission, and he grants it with a nod, his eyes wide as I trace my fingers down underneath, where two rather large, furry balls are hanging.
Cupping one in my palm, I’m surprised by how significant and heavy it is. Rupert inhales sharply, and now he’s fully engorged, his cock pulsing next to my cheek. He grunts as I play with them, getting to know them, and leans against the wardrobe.
Keeping one hand on his plentiful balls, I bring the other up to his bare flesh, which is hot to the touch and smooth with moisture. My hand skates along his cock, and Rupert bites his lip.
“Your hands are so wonderful,” he says in a heady voice.
“Wait until you feel my mouth.” Before he can object, I raise my head and slip that blunt head between my lips. Rupert’s whole body convulses.
“Peony!” His neck bows as I take more, enveloping him. He’s staring down at me with huge, round eyes, as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing while I bring him back out of my mouth again, licking my way around that textured crown before sliding him deep into my throat. His strangled moan fills the room, and I know I’m doing a good job.
Perfect. I want to bring him so much pleasure his head spins. I want to show him how I feel, how it means the world to me that he’s let me in.
Plus, his cock is incredible, and he tastes… strangely delicious. His scent is much stronger here, and just breathing it in is making me rub my thighs together. The flavor is unlike other men, though—it’s salty and yet also sweet, and the more he leaks for me, the more I lap it up and swallow it.
“Peony.” Rupert’s voice is firm and unyielding. “Get on the bed.”
I look up, my mouth full of him, wondering if I’ve done it wrong.
“I need to fuck you. Right now.” Rupert’s eyes are wild—blazing—and so I obey, releasing him from between my lips and then stumbling back to the bed.
“Bend over it,” Rupert commands, and I shiver from my throat down to my pussy at the strictness in his tone.
Obediently, I stretch my arms across the bed and lift my ass into the air. I’m answered with a groan of appreciation. When I glance over my shoulder, Rupert’s crouched behind me, almost inspecting me.
Then, his tongue laves over my exposed clit, and I sink forward into the bed.
