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She comes to a halt in front of my straining cock, licking her lips. Her eyes ablaze, she whispers, “I’ve been fantasizing about—”
I put up my palm. “From here on out, you won’t speak except when given a command or asked a question. When I give you a command, you’ll reply ‘Yes, sir.’ When I ask you a question, you’ll answer it fully, but say nothing more.”
Her hazel eyes flicker with heat. “Yes, sir.”
I run my thumb over her full lower lip. “You never have to do anything you don’t want to do, Georgina. Not with me or anyone else. Ever. I have no desire to hurt or humiliate you. I only desire to give you the most outrageous pleasure of your life—an extreme form of it you didn’t know was possible. If you don’t want me to do something, tell me so. It’s as simple as that. I don’t want to force you to do anything. I don’t want to cause you discomfort, let alone pain. If you feel pain, which you shouldn’t, tell me so, and I’ll immediately stop whatever I’m doing. If you’re scared, say so—and, again, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing so you can catch your breath and decide if you want to proceed. At which point, you’ll tell me so, clearly and without equivocation. Do you understand?”
She nods, looking relieved—and incredibly turned on. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you trust me to take good care of you?”
“I do.” She softens. “I really do trust you, Reed. I’m nothing but excited.”
I hold her trembling face in my hands. “You loved the swing, right?”
“I loved it.”
“Then you’re going to love this, too. Even more.” I trace the contours of her striking cheekbones, before dropping my hand to my side. “Now, suck my cock, kitten. And make it the best fucking blowjob you’ve ever given.”
Unbridled lust washes over her features. “Yes, sir.” She dips down, sending her round ass into the air, and her breasts and necklace against the table, and gets to work. And, soon, I’m on the cusp of total Nirvana. Hurtling toward a release my body wants, but the rest of me knows won’t serve my greater purpose.
“Stop,” I choke out.
She obeys, her chest heaving.
“Come here.”
I put my arms out and Georgina comes to me, wrapping herself around me the way she did in the swimming pool. When I’ve got her firmly in my grasp, I carry her out of the dining room, through my living room, and up my staircase, taking the steps two at a time. Finally, when I reach my bedroom, I lay her down on my bed, the head of my cock dripping, and open the top drawer of my nightstand.
Chapter 25
Reed
I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms I’ve pulled out of Georgina tonight. The number of times I’ve gleefully licked up the evidence of her complete and total surrender. I’ve marked her tonight. Literally, with my teeth and cum. Figuratively, with the tattoo I left on her deepest desires. Maybe even her very soul. Property of Reed Rivers.
She’s mine now. Sex with anyone else will never measure up to what she’s found with me. I’ve ruined her for anyone else. The same way I ruined Audrey. And Isabel after her. And then Natasha and Corinne and Veronica, and anyone else who’s been fortunate enough—or, perhaps, unfortunate enough—to attract my undivided attention for any length of time. The only difference with Georgina is that, for the first time, ever, I’m pretty sure I’ve been ruined, too.
It’s a thought that would terrify me, if I weren’t so exhausted. If I weren’t so drunk on Georgina and the perfection we shared tonight. As it is, though, in this moment, after this incredible night, in addition to exhausted, I’m feeling high. The kind of high an explorer feels after discovering, and conquering, a new land. I led Georgina to The Promised Land tonight, in a way she couldn’t have fathomed. I showed her pure ecstasy, repeatedly, and watched with glee as her flames turned into a raging forest fire, and as that forest fire burned out of control. I watched everything she previously thought about her sexuality, and deepest desires, turn to ash. And, finally, I watched Georgina rise like a Phoenix from those ashes and unabashedly claim her new sexuality, without apology. There’s no turning back now. Georgina Ricci will never be the same again. And, almost certainly, neither will I.
After one last, lingering kiss, I remove the soft cuffs from Georgina’s ankles and wrists. I sit on the edge of the bed, pull her slack body to mine, and cradle her. And she wraps her legs around me and melts into me.
Still holding her, I lean toward my nightstand and grab a water bottle for her, which she gulps down greedily when I give it to her. I remove her ruby necklace with a soft kiss on her shoulder, and place it on my nightstand, next to her now-empty water bottle. And finally, holding her tightly, I carry her into my bathroom, to the shower, and wash my little kitten in warm water from head to toe.
