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With that done, I breathe a sigh of relief. James won’t be able to access this money. I set up a direct deposit for him to get the money he says I owe him. I count my lucky stars that I told him I wouldn’t give him access to my account. I got a long, stern talking to about that one and I almost cracked, but I’m glad I stuck to my guns. Now he won’t know I had this windfall and try to take that too.
Walking through the door at home, I groan in frustration when I see the mess in the hallway. Boxes everywhere. I’m not sure where they came from, but I already know it’s something James will have me clean up because of how I spoke to Fallon and Conrad yesterday. And I’m right.
He, Fallon, and Conrad pulled things out of the attic, but abandoned the task and told me to put it all back. I’m sure they didn’t plan on looking for anything. Just wanted to give me work to do.
Instead of arguing and sulking, I get started. I figure it will keep me busy for a few hours, so I’m not losing my patience waiting for Michael.
While I work, I let my mind wander. Only a few short weeks of this. I actually have a date when I’ll be away from here. Michael promised me that my passport would be ready by that time. I would leave now, but I know James would come find me at work. If he tried that, Mr. Archer may let slip that I plan to leave and that will mess everything up.
I know I have to stay put. It’ll be hard, but I want to find a way to keep my house. The hardest part isn’t staying here but being away from Michael. I got spoiled in those two weeks we were together. After I fell asleep in his arms that first day, I knew I was hooked. That’s where I want to sleep every night. My pillows here feel nothing like the hard muscles of my boyfriend.
The attic space is stuffy and I’m almost sure I have cobwebs in my hair. If it weren’t for the instability of the floorboards and James not wanting to spend money to fix the ceiling if I fell through, I’m sure he would have tried to stick me up here instead of letting me keep my old childhood bedroom. As it is, I have the smallest room. I’m thankful my mother had the forethought to have a house built with a bathroom in every room. “I don’t want guests having to roam out of their rooms to go to the bathroom,” she told me once when I asked why we had more bathrooms than bedrooms. I’m thankful for that. Means I don’t have to share my space with anyone.
I still have to clean up their bathrooms, so I’m not too thankful. But having my own bathroom comes in handy when I want to beat off in the shower without worry someone will barge in on me.
By the time I finish putting things away, have dinner cooked and the house clean, it’s almost ten forty-five at night. I growl in frustration when I enter my room, since I have to wash my hair to get the cobwebs out. Since I have to wash my hair, that means detangling, moisturizing, and braiding it. I probably won’t be done by the time Michael gets here.
Knowing I have to get to it, I gather my things and start my process. I make sure to prep while I’m in the shower, making sure Michael’s hole is ready for him.
I probably should feel like I’m being used for sex and find it demeaning that Michael said it was his hole, but I like it. I like thinking that Michael sees me as his personal sex toy and will do with me what he wants. I know I mean more to him than that, but that thought gets me so hot I have to fight to keep my erection under control.
I’m putting a rubber band at the end of my braid when I hear the familiar tapping on my window. Picking up my phone, I see it’s exactly midnight.
With a bright smile, I practically skip to the window. When I look through the blinds and see that it’s Michael, I rush to let him in.
“Baby,” he breathes, then scoops me up, kissing me so thoroughly, I forget my own name. “Your hair smells good,” he whispers when he kisses down my neck. “You smell good.”
“Clothes. Off.”
Laughing, Michael sets me on my feet. While I go to lock the door, he sheds his clothes. After he’s naked, he strips me of my clothes, has me on my back with his dick inside me before I can form another thought.
He strokes me thoroughly but slowly, his pace languid so I won’t risk crying out. It’s a challenge, but Michael kisses me to keep me silent. While he drags his cock in and out in an almost painfully slow cadence, I wrap my legs around him, trying to meet his thrusts.
Michael interlaces the fingers of both my hands in one of his, holding them down above my head while he fucks me good. With his other hand, he holds my hip steady, keeping me in place so he can fuck me how he wants. I whine in his mouth, and he nips my bottom lip, smiling against my flesh.
“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he mutters, kissing my chin and down to my neck.
“I can’t—stop kissing me like that or I’ll get loud,” I whisper desperately. I’m trying too hard to keep quiet and I think I’m doing okay. But his talented lips on the sensitive skin of my neck and ear is pushing me over the edge.
Taking pity on me, he stops teasing me with his mouth. He raises up, moving the hand planted on my hip to beside my head. Then he picks up the pace. “Keep quiet, Damon,” he whispers as he starts to hammer into me. “Fuck, you feel like heaven. You belong to me. Right, baby?”
Whimpering, I nod, biting my lip so hard, I think I’ll break skin. My orgasm is building and if I’m not careful, I’ll shout my release.
Michael lets my hands go, then strokes me off quickly.
“Fuuuuck …” I groan, voice just above a whisper. I’m about wake up the entire house when I blow.
Thankfully, Michael kisses me just as the first spurt of come erupts out of me. My body convulses as Michael drains me dry, getting out every last drop.
As soon as I come down from my high, I feel Michael’s dick kicking inside me and feel the rush of his release coating me.
Collapsing on top of me, Michael kisses me soundly, making my head spin. He pulls out and lies beside me, pulling me into his arms. I go eagerly, loving how my muscle pillow feels, already used to the hard contours of his body, and wanting them always.
“You did good,” he whispers, making me giggle.
“I thought I was going to lose it for a second.”
“Nah, I knew you could do it.” He kisses my forehead and rubs down one of my braids. “How was your day?”
