He laid me on the edge of the large mattress. I sat up and stretched.
“Dinero,” I complained.
“Yes.”
“I’m sore,” I said.
“What do you need to get right, pretty? Because I’ve let you be a pillow princess all night. In the playroom, you’re a submissive. In my room, you gone have to ride this dick.” He stated, making me laugh at the code-switching. This time I didn’t get punished for it, and he followed suit.
“Maybe a bubble bath,” I admitted.
He ran me a hot bath, and I sat inside of it and told him to join me. I was thankful for the change of the night. I enjoyed being dominated, but I was literally so bad at it. I often forgot the rules and disregarded everything he told me to do. The sex was amazing, though.
Inside the tub, he eased me down on his dick, and I rode him like a car on the expressway. Our night didn’t end after the shower either; we kept it going when we made it to the room. I sucked his dick and gave him the best time of his life. All his dominant energy had to take a backseat because at that point, he was the only one of us crying. I drained him of all he had, and then I swallowed it.
The time on the clock read 3:26 a.m. by the time that we finally laid down. We dozed off together, my head lying on his chest and his arm wrapped snugly around my body. Then, after a while, he jumped up.
He scared the hell out of my half-sleepy ass as I watched him in confusion.
“What are you doing?” I asked groggily.
“I’ll leave you here to sleep.” He said.
I didn’t question it, just turned over on my side and then went to sleep.
By the time I woke up, it was nearing 11 a.m. the sun was shining bright through the panoramic windows.
I shielded my face from the sun, and then I pulled myself from the pillow. I wanted to get out of bed and go find Dinero, but I didn’t have an ounce of clothing in this room, so I just decided to lie there and wait until he came back.
I was lying for another fifteen minutes.
He came back into the room.
“What’s up, pretty?” He asked.
“Hi.”
“I’ve come in here three times, and you were still asleep.”
I chuckled. But that was strange; I’m the lightest sleeper ever; that doesn’t usually happen.
“I have some breakfast for you downstairs if you want it.” He offered.
“Sure,” I said dryly.
“Look. I hope you aren’t upset by me choosing not to sleep in my room with you. I don’t fall asleep with women. I feel like I’ve already crossed the line by having you in my bed. I’ve never had a woman in my bed.” He said.
“Dinero, it’s fine. I know what I agreed to. I’m not upset, as you can see; I slept like a princess.” I assured him. He didn’t have to give me a disclaimer because I understood it all too well.
He nodded and then went to the counter and grabbed my bag that I hadn’t even noticed, along with my phone.
“Where are the clothes that I took off last night?” I questioned as I opened it.
He chuckled. “I’m keeping those.”
“So, you have a stash?”
“No.” He looked offended. Like I was insinuating, he was a creep, and maybe I was.
