Page 61 of Till Death Do Us Part

I was dripping down my thighs and my knees were shaking by the time I was getting close to the edge, but I couldn’t say anything, not with the way Vera claimed my mouth.

I don’t need to speak. Just need to spread my legs and come when she fucks me.

The thought was intoxicating, and it sent me into an explosive orgasm, moaning loudly into her mouth when I did.

“Oh, Vera,” I whispered shakily once she pulled away, sinking onto the piano bench, but she smirked and put a finger to my lips.

“We’re not done yet.”

“Oh… y-yes, ma’am.”

“I still need to make you come another time. I like the way you quiver and make those helpless little moans when you come for me like a good girl. Sit back on the bench and let me eat your pussy.”

Oh, God. My body burned in pleasure as I obeyed her, leaning back, hands planted, legs spread. Vera knelt and held me in place as she claimed me, her mouth taking everything she wanted from me.

I took longer the second time, but she gladly took her time with me, her tongue lapping against my clit and sending waves of pleasure through me. Finally, she didn’t finish me like that—she moved me off the bench to sit down, and she guided me to ride her thigh, her hands on my hips rocking me back and forth so the friction built on my clit until it was maddening.

“You like when I play music, don’t you?” she whispered, and I spoke hazily.

“I… what?”

She pressed the piano keys behind me, her eyes gleaming. “Keep going,” she said, the sound starting up into a song. “Grind on me like a needy little slut and come on my leg while I play.”

“Oh… yes, ma’am.” I rocked my hips as instructed, pleasure flooding me. Vera fully dressed and perfectly collected, playing music, while I was naked with my pussy dripping, grinding myself to orgasm on her body, I felt like a dirty whore, a desperate fuck doll, and it made my body feel electric. I moaned loudly while I kept grinding on her, pleasure building as her music did, and I screamed into her shoulder as I came on her, my hips moving for me and seeking out the contact as I hit my orgasm.

“Good girl,” she whispered, finishing up the song and moving her hands to my bare buttocks, gripping me firmly. “You’ve done very well satisfying me today.”

“I… th-thank you, ma’am.” I rested my head on her shoulder, breathing hard.

Now that we were done, I should have regretted it.

Instead, all I could think about was how to pleasure her better next time. What I needed to learn and improve on, as her personal fuck toy.

Chapter 29

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I felt better than I had in a long time once Elaine and I finished.

Finally getting to work out the endorphins of the last few days was always going to be a relief. But Elaine especially…

I’d fucked so many women in my life. Some were people I knew, other people within the family, who I’d flirt with a little, and then I’d go to them when I’d had a rough mission and needed to work some energy out. Some were strangers—women picked up at bars on my time out.

But none of them were like Elaine.

She was innocent and earnest in a way nobody else was. Like really, all she cared about was doing the best she could.

And she did really, really damn well. The way her eyes glazed over when I was fucking her, or when she was pleasuring me… her loose curls all messy and wild from the intensity of it… and those sweet, innocent blue eyes.

It was her own fault for getting into this. She’d walked right into it, after all my warnings. You couldn’t blame the predator if her prey walked in and presented itself.

So I gave her the contract. It was late at night, after we’d finished and cleaned up, and she was at the writing desk in the bedroom when I walked in and pressed the paper down in front of her. She looked wide-eyed down at it and back up at me.

And she looked damn good with her hair damp, clinging lightly to her shoulders around the delicate, lacy top of her pajamas.

“We should formalize the arrangement,” I said. “Protection services. And your services.”

“Vera…” She went nervously through the pages, blushing.