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He’s bent on top of me, and all I can do is scream as the aftermath takes place and I start to feel breathless after screaming at the top of my lungs. Marvin moves to completely free me. Not only with my arms, but my sight too. As I flop onto the bed, I can’t even open my eyes.
Everything in the room feels hazy, and that’s when I see Marvin sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. I feel as if I’m Alice in Wonderland, trying to find my way home as I try and regain my senses.
“Was that so bad?”
This is when I see Marvin glistening in the light. He’s sweaty, just like me and as he removes the condom from his cock. I see the size of it as it’s limp. I wonder what the hell it looks like when it’s fully erect. I smile as I think that I know what it feels like when it’s fully erect. But what does it look like?
I shake my head, “I’m trying to get my head around it all. What does all this mean?”
I cautiously move towards him. He bound me, which means that he doesn’t want to be touched, he’s the perfect shape of a man. Age doesn’t seem to factor into it.
He laughs, “I think that I’m getting old.”
“If that’s what you’re like when you’re old. I hate to think what you’re like when you were younger.”
He shakes his head, “Nothing like that. It was more of a Wham, Bam. Thank you, Ma’am.”
There’s an awkward moment, where we’re both staring at each other. Unclear what to do next.
“What does all this mean?”
I know that we had sex, but there’s more to it. I’m sure of it. Especially after he went to so much trouble.
He points to a door, “Do you want to go in there and freshen up?”
His voice is more gentle, and I don’t know what to make of it. It’s as if the man that had tied me up was unique to the one that’s in front of me right now. The one sitting on the edge of the bed is the man that I know. The quietly confident Marvin. My dad’s best friend and the person that I’ve agreed to spend the whole weekend with in Vegas.
I shake my head at the idea of going any further with him. This is just one weekend, yet I have a desire to have more.
“I’ll go and freshen up,” I walk into the bathroom and I don’t see an attractive sight as I shut the door. Mine once tied up in a perfect bun is now looking like a bird’s nest as parts of it are stuck to my face. I take out my hair and leave it loosened and wash my face and the most important part of my body, in between my legs.
I wash my aching pussy and think about what’s just happened between us. Is this just a weekend? Did Marvin have something else in mind for us?
I can’t help but think about what Michelle said, ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’
But does it. Will this just go away after all that’s happened between us. I shake my head at the idea of it being more than that. This was just an arrangement, which will end first thing Monday morning.
I want to talk to Marvin about it and as I open the door and see him lying in bed with an open space for me to join him. There’s so much on my mind, but I find myself slipping under the covers. I have no clothes apart from the one dress and once I’m near him. He wraps his arms next to me, and I immediately lie by his side. I should ask him about rooms or something, but I can’t as sleep starts to take over and the only feel I apart from tiredness is safe, being wrapped in his protective arms.
Chapter Eight
Marvin
I can’t fucking sleep!
I did for a few seconds, but now it’s impossible because I’m used to sleeping alone. My mind keeps reverting to what happened earlier. It’s as if she was born to be a submissive. I quickly grab my pants and a shirt as I start to make plans for the day.
My sweet Emily. The one that I used to watch as a kid and no longer think of her that way. I can’t as I see her blonde hair swept across her shoulders. My eyes run over Emily’s body from head-to-toe, wondering why I think of her in that way. Something that I’ve ben fighting for so long has become so natural. She looks so fucking hot, and during the night she was holding me so tight. It’s too much temptation, which is why I leave her alone instead of taking her like I want to.
I move to the other side of the room and pick up the phone to call the reception.
“This is Mr. White of Suite 245; I’ll like to book a new room, please.”
She’s down the hall, and I want us in adjoining rooms. I don’t want her so far away, it’s going to be Sunday morning soon and our time together will be over.
“Of course, sir. What would you like?”
I take a moment to think. “Is there a suite available with two bedrooms? Preferably closer to my floor.” I give the number of my room and the floor I’m on. “Can you get back to me as soon as possible?” I check my watch and grimace at the time. I’m lucky the hotel has twenty-four-hour service. “Do I have to wait until morning?”
