I tried to respond, but I was so far into subspace I couldn’t.
“Mmm, I do love the look on your face while you float,” he murmured kissing my cheek. “One last thing and then you can float off to sleep.”
I heard the words, but they made no sense to my numbed brain. The bed shifted as he moved between my thighs once more. There was a firm, hard pressure before I realized he was entering me.
A moan escaped me as I welcomed him. In one thrust, he was fully in me and I felt a tug on the pearls around my neck.
“Shit, you are so wet,” John groaned, huskily. “I need you to come. I need to have you bathe me in your release, then I’ll fill you with my come so deep you’ll never be free of me.”
His hips pistoned into me. Skin slapped against skin as I was jostled on the bed. My orgasm, which had been fading, ignited and started a fire in every limb of my body as it crawled through me toward the powder keg between my thighs. Closer and closer the flames moved toward the impending explosion.
“Yes, that’s it, Precious. Suck me deeper. Wrap around me so tight it hurts. Fuck. Yes!” he cried out, moving even faster against me as he tightened the cord around my neck. I struggled to draw breath, but it heightened every sensation I was feeling. The pearls on my legs slid along my skin as he moved, feeling like little hands everywhere, touching me, caressing me.
When I exploded, I felt like every molecule in my body had combusted and I was no longer a living thing, but simply a rush of emotions. Higher than I’d ever been before.
I heard John grunt as he followed me over the cliff. The pressure around my windpipe released and I drew in a deep breath as I slowly returned to my body, which was still twitching from such an intense orgasm.
Slowly John removed the pearls he’d draped me in, then the bindings on my wrists and finally the ones on my ankles. He grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand I hadn’t spotted before. Sitting next to me, he slowly used the oil to massage each of my extremities back to life.
“You okay?” he asked finally curling up next to me. His hand gently slid up and down my spine.
“Yes. More than fine. Sleep. Now,” I grumbled not in the mood for talking. He chuckled and pulled the blankets over us.
“I can do that,” he said, pulling me to his chest. “Sleep well, Precious.”
I mumbled something unintelligible as I snuggled into him. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper.
“I love you, Alix. You are mine, all mine. I refuse to let you go. Ever. I can’t live without you.”
Chapter 12
John
The night had gone exactly as planned — I had wanted to show Alix how good we were together, so I’d spent hours pussy worshiping. There was nothing else I’d rather do than torment her and keep her right on the edge of coming. Sure, I enjoyed making her skin turn pink or even red at times, but there was nothing compared to her begging me to take her because she was so turned on. Nothing.
As I’d held her I whispered words I hadn’t meant to but thankfully she’d already been asleep and didn’t hear them. I wouldn’t know what I’d do if she tried to leave me. I’d backed off on constantly checking on her because she was so open with me about what was going on with her since she’d found out who I was. I knew at some point I’d have to tell her how much more there was to how I’d met her, that I completely flat-out stalked her, but I wanted to put it off for as long as I could, possibly forever.
Then there was the whole issue with not telling her I’d been the online counselor who’d talked with her a few times. I knew she’d feel betrayed, like I’d peered into her private life uninvited since we hadn’t really been together at that point. I was mostly thankful she hadn’t been looking for guidance since I’d revealed my identity to her, even if it had been an accident. Best damn accident to ever happen.
We fell into a schedule of working, catching lunch together when we could and spending at least every other night together. I was working on finding a replacement for the online counseling so we could spend every night together, but just like the search for a new receptionist, it was coming up with horrible candidates. As much as I wanted to be rid of Mariah and the strain she put on Alix and my relationship, she was a good secretary and I refused to hire someone else who was less qualified simply to ease Alix’s mind. There was nothing between Mariah and me anymore and there never would be. Alix had to learn to trust me outside of the bedroom as much as she trusted me in it. Plus, if I hired someone below par, I’d have to spend a lot more time training them and getting them caught up with how I liked things done. It certainly would cut into the time I had free to spend with Alix and that was the last thing I wanted to do.
As the months passed, I was slowly moving a few of my things into Alix’s place and she into mine so it was easier for both of us to simply head to work after spending the night together. I had decided it was time to take Alix back to the club. We’d been spending our time in exploring all the ins and outs of each other we’d missed out on in the beginning of our relationship, but I felt it was time to get back to her fear of others.
I brought it up one morning when we were both getting ready for work at my place. We’d had sex in the shower only moments before so her skin was still flushed; her eyes gleamed bright in the mirror.
“Precious?” I asked leaning my towel-covered hips against the counter. She was standing nude in front of me, slathering her beautiful body with lotion before putting on her garter belt.
“Yes?” She looked at me briefly before sitting on the tub ledge and slowly rolling a stocking up one leg.
“Tonight we’re going out after work, so make sure you don’t get too worn out today.” My cock expanded as she moved to pull on the other stocking. It didn’t matter that I watched her dress every morning. There was something sexy about the way she clothed herself so carefully, especially when I knew I would be the one taking everything back off her later.
Once she had both stockings on, she stood and attached to them to the garter belt in seconds. She reached for her panties next and I grabbed them from her.
“Not today. You will go without.” The flash in her eyes had my cock so hard it was like I hadn’t spilled in her only minutes before.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed. “I can’t wait for tonight.”
“Good. Now get on your knees.” I dropped the towel and wrapped a hand around my cock, sliding it up and down while watching as she complied. “Make me come so I’m not hard all day thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”
She instantly sucked me into her mouth and moaned around my hot, hard flesh as it slid all the way to the back of her throat. In the months we’d been together she’d learned exactly what I liked and used it to her advantage. Her fingers caressed my balls and her teeth lightly scraped against my shaft as she bobbed her head.
Sinking my hand into her wet locks, I watched her lips stretch over me, leaving me wet as she slid off, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. I could see her bare breast jiggling with her movements and her stocking-clad thighs spread wide to balance herself. Fucking magnificent.
When a finger slipped behind my balls to press on my taint, teasing my perineum, I groaned. All the muscles in my neck strained as I fought to hold onto my control; no matter how good it felt, I refused to lose it until the very last second. Control is what made me the man I was and I refused to relinquish it, even to the woman I was coming to love more with every passing second. It was no longer an idea that floated around in the corners of my mind, but one that was in thick, bold font and constantly right in front. I loved Alix. I couldn’t say the words to her, not when she was awake, but I showed her with every gesture I could.