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“Sorry about that,” I giggle as I get up, pointing to the trickle of pee I’m leaving behind me. Holy fuck, how I need to get to the bathroom.
Ant laughs a lot louder than me, and his eyes have a look of adoration.
“Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. That’s what rubber sheets are for.”
I’m so wired that I stumble down the landing as I race to the bathroom ahead of Ant. Thankfully, I manage to get to the toilet before I sit down and pee like a race horse. It’s such a relief that I sigh out loud.
The toilet paper is slick when I wipe myself, cum still dribbling out of me.
Is this horny? Is it?
Even through the champagne, I feel like anything but a princess. That’s the thing. I’ve had way too much De Chante.
I retch and spew up once I’ve finished peeing, questioning what the fuck I’ve been doing. Until I realise that what I’ve been doing is making Ant proud.
That was my goal and I’m damn sure I achieved it, so I should be happy dancing right now.
If only I didn’t feel like a cheap whore.
I’m back up on my feet, my retching and peeing finished by the time Ant opens the bathroom door.
He gives me a smirk. “Don’t you dare take a shower, princess. Just robe yourself up and head on down. It’s time for celebrations.”
I wrap myself in my fluffy dressing gown, covered in spit and cum underneath. I feel nothing like a cute, pink teddy bear in it now when I head downstairs. I feel like a seedy bitch who’s lost her mind, until I see Ant waiting for me at the breakfast bar with another glass of champagne. I shouldn’t take it, but he holds it out until I do.
His smile is my everything. His pride chases away the nagging doubts.
“So, I’m going to ask you again now,” he says as I sip my drink. “Honestly, Cass, hand on heart. Did you enjoy that?”
I’m heady enough to smirk. “If I answer yes, are you going to let another guy straight in to fuck me? Do you have a queue of them lined up outside?”
He grins at me. “Would you like it if I did?”
I get a flash of panic until he starts laughing.
“No, baby, don’t worry. You’ve taken more than enough for tonight. You’ve been an absolute superstar. I’d have sent the second guy away in an instant if I doubted you could handle it.”
My heart lifts with the relief and I laugh along with him.
“I’m glad I could handle it.”
“I love you, Cass,” he says. “Seeing you like that is always going to be the best.”
I’m still smiling. “Even better than seeing me walking along the beach eating ice cream?”
“I’d say they’re on an even par. What will top it all is seeing you walking down the aisle towards me dressed in white, and seeing you holding our children’s hands as we take them into school.”
The mood suddenly changes, along with the look in his eyes. So loving. It stops me in my tracks, stunned.
“Anyway, back to tonight,” he says. “You enjoyed it? You’re sure about that?”
I nod, taking another sip of champagne, the thought of having children with this man glowing inside me.
It makes my answer about tonight seem so much more natural.
“Yep, I enjoyed it. I loved it, because I love you, and I love how good you make it, and I love how good you make me feel, and I love how you know how hard to push me. Yeah, it was great. You’re great.”
He laughs so genuinely. “Baby, that’s such a massive relief for me, it really is.”
I’m glad my smile conveys what he wants to see. The part of me that’s been churning deep and struggling with it can go fuck itself – oh, the irony. I take another swig of champagne and raise a toast to Ant’s mineral water.
“Congratulations to me. I did it!”
“The first of many to come,” he laughs, and clinks my glass. “Trust me, sweetheart, you were a fucking goddess, and my goddess deserves a reward.”
He opens one of the kitchen drawers and pulls out a plush blue velour box, wrapped in a beautiful white ribbon.
“A reward for you,” he says.
I don’t know how to answer him, because I don’t want a reward. I feel a bit squicked out at the thought of being rewarded… for that.
He must see my confusion.
“Don’t you want your present, baby? Doesn’t it look nice enough for you? Maybe I should have put more ribbon around it… my bad.”
He goes to take it away, but I reach across the counter and put a hand on his arm, feeling like an ungrateful bitch.
“Believe me, it looks amazing, and thank you. But I don’t need to be rewarded for what I just did in there. It’s not like that.” I try to get my words straight. “I’m not really a slut, Ant. I’m a partner who wants to act out your fantasies.”
