Page 43 of The Cost of Love

“I just like food.”

“Okay, so it’s not because you think of me as some poor person that you need to be a takeout soup kitchen for?” Her smile is magnetic as she releases it for me, showing off her gap.

I get so caught up in it, it takes me a moment to realize she is waiting for a response.

“No, trying new foods is just one of my favorite hobbies. But if you don’t want me to get anything, I can just eat you instead.”

Lifting one eyebrow, her mouth quirks to the side with it. “I wouldn’t want you to go hungry now.”

Since she is offering, I turn her to the side until her back is against the door. Putting up the divider between us and Leo, I make fast work of getting her skirt and panties off. I take off my own jacket and fall between her thighs. Completely unfazed by the fact that she is half-naked in a moving car, she throws her legs over my shoulders and lets me have my way with her. I don’t stop until she comes twice.

It takes longer than the drive for that to happen, so Leo just has to listen to us while being parked outside my place. I need to give him a raise for this.

“Satisfied?” I ask, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Not even close.” She shimmies back into her clothes.

“Good, because I am far from being done with you.” We can’t keep our hands off each other, stumbling through the lobby and into the elevator. It isn’t until it dings notifying us that we are on my floor that we pull apart enough to race to the bedroom.

I am tearing off my shirt when she puts my hands on my wrists to stop me.

“Not yet.” She grabs her bag and goes into my ensuite, leaving me standing here in suspense.

When she returns, she is dressed in the outfit I picked out for her. The purple lace teases the reveal of her pussy. It captures it, ending just near the crease of her thigh. The corset is tight to her body, showing off her figure and pushing her breasts to almost spill over the top. She has let her hair down, and it is thick around her shoulders and face. She looks like a vision, one I have had time and time again as I pictured this moment. Nothing is as vivid as seeing it in person.

“Sit on the bed,” she orders, the handcuffs dangling from her fingers. I do as she says, letting her have the control tonight. Coming over to me, she places the cuff beside me as her beautiful hands come up to the collar of my shirt. She flips it up and pulls the tie from around my neck. I think she is going to toss it to the side. Instead, she uses it as a blindfold, leaving me without the ability to see her.

The darkness overtaking my eyes makes everything feel more intense. So when she goes about unbuttoning my shirt, every graze of the fabric on my skin sends goosebumps down my spine.

It falls open, and soon she is running her hands down my chest. A wet pressure eases onto my neck, and I know that she is kissing me there. She trails her fingers down my body until she is at the line of my pants. The sound of my belt being taken off mixes with the noise of our breathing.

I think she is going to finish pulling down my trousers, but I feel a tug on my sleeve, so I pull my arms free. They only stay that way for a moment before the cold press of the cuffs close around my wrists.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh. Just wait.”

She finishes stripping me until I am just sitting in my briefs. The press of her palm on my chest holds a light pressure that pushes me back.

“I know we had a deal, but I’m breaking it.”

“And what is it that you are going to do?”

Her response is yanking my boxers down. My dick pops up freed and ready for whatever is coming next. With no need for further explanation, her mouth closes around my tip.

The exhale that rips free from my throat is full of months of built-up tension. Kissing her, tasting her, and feeling her has poured into me a desire that is bursting to be released. Despite the fact that I have only given her four orgasms, she is ready to show me her skills as promised.

At first, she concentrates on just the head, her tongue running around the edge, while she pops it against her lips. When she feels me wiggle underneath her, she starts to ease down the base. I want to see those big brown eyes looking up while she works to take it all. I want to guide her head until those pretty lips are flush against my skin. As much as I wish I could, the sensation of a lack of one of my senses adds something extra to the feeling.

The clang of the handcuffs echoes in the room as my natural urge to pull my hands apart has them yanking. It’s the only sound until she has all of me in her mouth, and a subtle choking noise comes from her. That little sign of her effort, mixed with the feel of me being all the way in, has me arching my back to go deeper. She doesn’t stop me. Holding still, she lets me move in and out, forcing her head to bob.

Every time I pull out, I feel her ease up her teeth, grazing slightly on her way. When I push in, she meets me press for press, letting it hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck, Chanice.”

“Mmm,” she moans against me. Encouraged, she twists her mouth back and forth as she continues to meet each thrust. The deep throating and swirling has me pumping even harder, twisting the top of the valve I have kept closed this whole time. When she feels me start to tense up, she stops.

The need to be inside her has me sitting up and throwing my arms open, snapping the cuffs. With my hands free, I rip the blindfold off and pull her into me. Her lipstick is smeared, and her mascara is running down her face a little, all signs of how much work she put in. She has never looked sexier.