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“I talked to Jeff Parks. He’ll look into your computer system when you get home.”
Her heart melted a little bit at his kindness. He was horribly upset with her and yet he still wanted to take care of her. That, she decided, spoke more about the man he was than anything else.
He sighed and sat down on the couch nearby. “Oh, Lynne. What am I going to do with you?”
She didn’t want to remind him that before talking to Jeff, he’d had lots of ideas. She didn’t even risk a peek at him. But she could picture him. He’d be sitting on the couch, elbows propped up on his knees, with his hands covering his face. And it was her fault.
He was miserable and didn’t know what to do because of her. But how could she help him? Would he even want her to?
There wasn’t much she could offer him. Even more, she wasn’t sure he would take what she offered. But she had made a promise to herself to be the new Lynne. That Lynne wasn’t going to let a little bit of uncertainty keep her from living.
Moving as gracefully as she could, she slid forward and put her palms on the ground. Ever so slowly, she began to crawl toward the couch. She kept her head down, not wanting to see his reaction yet.
She came to a stop before him and rose to her knees.
“Lynne?” he asked.
“Let me. Please, Sir.”
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. The anger was still there, but it had been tempered somewhat and was now just a simmer as opposed to the rolling boil it was before. There was also a hint of uncertainty in his expression, and that pained her the most. She didn’t want him to be uncertain about her.
“Please,” she asked again.
“You know this won’t change anything,” he said. “I’m not changing my mind about tomorrow night.”
“Of course not, Sir.” That he would had never crossed her mind. “I want to help you in whatever small way I can. This seemed appropriate at the moment.”
She waited while he thought about it, wondering why it was a tough decision. She was offering him the use of her body; that’s all it was. She had no hidden agenda. No plan to sway him not to punish her. No plan to distract him. Only to give him some relief.
“Go ahead,” he finally said, shifting himself slightly on the couch.
Victory surged through her. When they were together before, he had not allowed her to do this. Part of her couldn’t believe he was letting her now. Damned if she was going to question it, though.
She moved closer to him, filling up the remaining space between her and the couch, so she rested between his knees. He made no move to aid her in any way. She undid his pants, happy to see that her hands were not trembling, and lowered his zipper. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she almost groaned when his cock sprang free.
How many times had she imagined this? Too many to count. And even though it wasn’t exactly the way she had envisioned it happening, at least it was happening. Finally.
She licked her lips, wanting to savor and to commit to memory every detail she possibly could. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him, causing him to suck in his breath sharply. He was huge. She’d thought he might be, or at least he had always been in her fantasies, but the reality was so much better.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned.
She stuck her tongue out and licked his tip, delighting in the way his body shivered under her touch. He tasted a bit salty. She licked him again. The third time she licked him, he grabbed her by the hair.
“Suck it, Lynne. Get me in your mouth now.”
His words aroused her in ways she had not expected them to, especially while going down on him. She didn’t want to risk another punishment, so even though she would have preferred to stay where she was, tasting him, she opened her mouth and took him inside.
“Yes,” he said. “Oh, God, yes.”
He felt even larger in her mouth, and she questioned her request to do this in the first place. She’d had no idea he would fill her so completely. But it wasn’t just his body; it was everything about him. His smell, his touch, and now, finally, his taste. She feared she would never get enough.
She closed her lips around him fully, urging him to the back of her throat.
“Feels good.” He thrust his hips up, claiming more of her mouth.
She’d never done this with a man before, and she didn’t think the fruit she’d practiced with counted. She knew she was inexperienced and that she was probably doing something wrong, but every one of his moans and sighs whispered to that insecure part of her, and she felt empowered.
She redoubled her efforts, wanting to take him deeper, desperate for him to use her harder. He answered in kind, reading her actions for the plea they were.
“You like that, don’t you?” He had both hands twisted in her hair now, the sharp sting of the pulls on her hair making her want more and more. “You like me fucking your face? I can tell by the way you’re desperately trying to get some friction on that little clit of yours. You’re such a nasty girl, getting off on sucking cock.”
She was a nasty girl who got off on sucking cock, and in that one moment, on her knees before him, she didn’t care who knew. After this weekend, she might not ever again get the chance to serve him in this way. So yes, she wanted to shout, she was staying with him for the next few days and she would take whatever he sent her way. She would take it and learn from it and cherish it because it would come from him. And later, when she was alone, she would have this weekend to relive in her fantasies.
She knew no matter how hard she looked, no matter how far she went, no Dom would ever affect her the way Simon did. Truthfully, she didn’t want anyone else to.
“I’m getting ready to come,” he ground out, pulling her from her thoughts. “I’m going to come down that throat of yours and you’re going to swallow it all.”
She tensed, not wanting to mess this part up and fearful because she didn’t quite know what to expect. He gripped her hair tighter and thrust deep inside her mouth as his release coated her throat. She gulped as quickly as she could, not wanting to miss a single drop, and sighed as he pulled out of her mouth.
Was I good? Did I please him?
She looked up at him, hoping to see something reflected in his expression. His face gave nothing away, and he simply lowered his gaze to his pants in an unspoken command. Moving quickly, she tucked his cock back inside and zipped him up, returning to her knees when she finished.
“Lynne?” he asked, and she was afraid to look up, afraid to meet his gaze, afraid because of what she might find there. Or more importantly, what she would not.
But she had agreed to be his for the weekend and, therefore, to do as he commanded. She looked up. This time, though, her heart jumped up into her throat because she saw pleasure in his eyes.
“Thank you,” he said. “That was amazing.”
Would he dismiss her now? Send her to her room? Banish her away from him?
He patted the seat beside him. “Come sit with me so we can discuss how the next few days are going to play out.”
She wanted to ask him if they hadn’t already done that, but he was so much calmer now, more mellow, and she didn’t want to ruin it. She scurried up beside him on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her.
Simon took the blanket from the back of the couch and settled it around her shoulders. She cuddled up into it, thankful for the thin covering. It wasn’t that she minded being naked in front of him; it just felt odd.
He stood up. “Let me get us some water.”
She didn’t want him to leave, even for the short amount of time it’d take to get drinks. “I’m fine, Sir. I don’t need anything.”
“I don’t recall asking a question.” His voice had grown cool again. “When I’m in need of your opinion, I’ll ask you for it.”
“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”
He gave a curt nod and crossed the room. She watched as he went down the hall to where t
he kitchenette was. As she admired how nice his ass looked in the leather pants, the room’s phone rang.
That was odd. Who would be calling?
“Want me to get that, Sir?” she called out.
“Go ahead.”
She picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Lynne, thank God.” It was Abby. “I’ve been calling your phone for the last hour and you never picked up. You were supposed to call me as soon as the practice session was over.”
Abby. Shit. She’d forgotten she’d told Abby that she would check in.
She glanced at the hallway. Simon hadn’t returned yet, and she didn’t want to talk with Abby when he was nearby.
“Listen, Abby,” Lynne said. “Can I call you back in a little while?”
