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“Mmmm,” she murmurs, but soon her response turns to a moan. Yeah, make it where she never wants to leave me again, and this is what you get—a woman ready to submit to every part of your needs, wishes, and desires.
“Gonna wake you up with a morning orgasm.” But it may turn into more since my cock is already fully awake.
“Oh, god. Yeah, right there.” My finger enters her and she arches her back. She’s mine. She may not know it, but she is.
“Again, the only god you need, baby, is me.”
She lets out this guttural moan, her juices soaking my face. My free hand travels to her tit. I love her tits and how she reacts to my touch. I squeeze softly, just enough to elicit pain that is pleasurable. “Can you take more?”
“Yes, please, Slick.” It’s the same name she called me our first night together. I’ve only ever responded to sir or master, though I’ve been no one’s master in a long fucking time.
With the feel of her nipple against my index finger and thumb, I use both fingernails and pinch her nipple. “Oh, yeah, more. I can take more.”
I don’t want her other nipple to feel left out, and I begin to pinch it, too. I won’t take my other fingers out of her, so I alternate the pinches in five- to ten-second intervals between her two titties. I’m not leaving her pussy, and she comes on my face. I have to admit this is more than submission. Sure, she submits because she thinks it’s a game, but I’m marking her more than she realizes.
* * *
Her hair has the fresh and messyI was just fuckedvibe, walking out to the kitchen of my high-rise condo to the smell of coffee. “I know you like tea, so I set out some other options, just in case.”
She had grabbed a white t-shirt from my dresser drawer. It hits halfway down her thighs because even in her tall stature, I’m a good six inches taller than her.
“I love you in my tee, Heaven,” I say, pushing a mug her way.
“Um, thanks. I think. And coffee is what I’ll need to get me through this day.”
“By the way,” I begin, peering over my coffee mug at her morning beauty, “my driver dropped off a couple outfits, so you don’t have to slink out in yesterday’s work clothes.”
She whips her head to me. “I can make those decisions for myself. I’m a grown-ass adult woman.”
Here we go again. Since the second she stepped out of my space, she’s been cold, distancing herself from me.
“Okay, you want to leave my building in yesterday’s clothes shouting the walk of shame, be my guest. My driver is at my disposal twenty-four hours a day. Thought it was easy to have him run to one of the many department stores near us and grab you something suitable to make it home.”
Her eyes dart to the clock on my microwave. “Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus are open at six a.m.?”
I laugh because I can. “You’ll find for me, Heaven, many places bend over backward to make me happy.”
“I’m sure, just like the many women brought back here.”
I’m not a morning person. Never have been. I may start my day early, but I don’t like it. Side-stepping her, I pull at her wrist and she’s unable to leave.
“You’re pushing me, baby girl. I told you last night I don’t bring women back to my apartment. You’re the first because you’re different. And mouthy, irritable, touchy, and stubborn as fuck.”
“Pot meet kettle,” she retorts.
I don’t have her wrists bound tight. There’s room to let her move, but she’s not breaking from my grip.
“If you don’t bring girls back here, what do you do? Fuck them in the bathroom, elevator, your car, with the partition up? Your office?”
I don’t answer her. I won’t.
“I was kind of kidding, but you do.”
There’s a tightness in my jaw with her little fit as my fixed stare narrows in on her emerald eyes. “You’re the only one here, Heaven. You’re different, and I won’t let you go.”
She scoffs at me, and all her fucking scoffs are pissing me the fuck off. “Like you have a choice.”
She’s attempting to sever ties, in the here and now.
