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When I get back to the table, Beau is already saying his goodbyes. I take my seat, resisting the urge to follow him, not wanting to attract suspicion. After Charlie asks me again to go out with them, and I decline, I spot Emerson watching me skeptically. My skin starts to crawl as I quickly look away to avoid his curious stare. There’s no way he would suspect the truth. It’s just my paranoia making me think he knows.
I’ve done nothing to make them suspect. While they all sat around the table in their happy little couples, I kept my hands to myself, even when it killed me. But in ten days I won’t have to worry about that anymore.
* * *
Thirty minutes later,I walk through the garage and into the house. The lights are off, but there is a trail of clothes from the door, and I shake my head as I pick them up, carrying them to the couch where I toss them. How many times have I told him to fold his clothes when he takes them off? For that, I’ll tease him a little extra tonight.
As I walk toward the living room, I find him kneeling on the pillow, completely naked as he stares at the floor. For a moment, I pause just to stare at him like this, appreciating the sight.
I tousle his hair as I pass by him headed to my office, pulling off my own clothes and draping them casually over the large armchair before flipping on the lamp. In nothing but my underwear, I sit on my office chair and call him over.
“Beau, come here.”
He crawls over, and when he does, I think again about the collar we saw at the club. Just thinking about how good it would look around his neck and how amazing it would feel to snap it on him has goosebumps erupting on my skin.
When he kneels in front of me, I wrap one hand around his neck, just imagining my collar there.
“Mine,” I whisper, and he leans into my touch.
Gripping him by the throat, I guide him to his feet, so he’s standing in front of me. His cock is straining against the cage, so I release his neck and move to unclasp it from his straining length.
“You were good tonight,” I say as I click the cage from the ring. He winces as I pull it free. “Should I let you come?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he rasps.
“Tell me why I should let you,” I ask, easing the ring over his scrotum and down the length of his cock. Without it constricting the blood flow, his erection starts growing even faster.
He swallows. “Because I behaved. I told that stupid joke to stop everyone from bothering you.”
“You did good,” I reply, making him grunt as I stroke him in my open fist.
“I don’t like the way they treat you,” he says, and my hand freezes.
“What do you mean by that?”
“They made you uncomfortable. You deserve respect.”
A smile creeps onto my face. Just those words coming out of his mouth have me feeling needy to touch him. My hand releases his cock and travels up his body. Pulling him down, I bring his mouth to mine. Pressing our lips together, I ease my tongue into his mouth, and he melts into the kiss. As our lips part, I whisper to him, “It means a lot to hear you say that, but they don’t mean any harm. They just don’t know me like you do.”
His perfect blue eyes bore into mine as he kneels between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Can I please…” His hands drift up my thighs as he leans closer.
“Please what?” I ask, running my fingers through his wavy auburn brown hair.
“Make you come.”
My breath hitches in my chest as I stare at him, forcing myself to swallow as I nod. “Yes, you can.”
Without another word, he hooks both arms under my legs and tugs me to the edge of the chair. His fingers slide under the elastic of my panties, and I lift up as he drags them down my legs. Once I’m naked, he lunges, devouring my sex like a starving man. I let out a yelp as his mouth closes in on my clit, sucking hard with a hungry groan.
After a few minutes of his relentless licking, my spine begins to arch as he continues lapping at my folds.
To go from almost never getting oral from a man, andnevergetting an orgasm out of sex in general, Beau feels like a miracle. Hewantsto see my pleasure, and I don’t feel the need to hide it anymore. I know these moments make him proud, to see me coming from his touch alone, but I don’t know if he understands it from my perspective. He might think they are just orgasms, and it’s no big deal, but he’ll never truly grasp how powerful and liberating this is for me.
“Oh my God, Beau,” I cry out, digging my hands into his hair to pull him closer. “More,” I plead.
