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Chapter 6
DARREN
Past
Ican tell Bridget’s unhappy with the delay and was probably more than ripe for coming, but a good sub should get used to orgasm denial now and then.
After the attendants have set up the bed and completed the turn-down service, I pull Bridget into the room and close the sliding door behind us. She fidgets with the blinds to make sure they’re closed. Stepping to her, I cup her face. Though I’m dying to kiss her, I can’t with her busted lip. Instead, I turn her head and aim for the side of her neck. She moans softly as I take mouthfuls of her and pass my lips over her throat.
“We should keep it as quiet as we can,” she says.
“I’m not the one who’s loud,” I answer.
She blushes. “Which is probably why we shouldn’t be doing this.”
I grab her ass and press her pelvis to mine. “You want me to stop?”
Her brow furrows. “No.”
I grind my hips into her as I lock her gaze in mine. “You look so sexy when you’re turned on.”
All women do. Their eyes brighten at the same time their pupils dilate. Some women tend to lower their eyes, but Bridget will often stare straight into me. There’s this desperate yearning in the depths of her eyes, a give-it-to-me look that makes me crazy and want to fuck her brains out. She’s not even conscious that’s what she’s doing, whereas Kimberly would overdramatize her expressions as if she’s being filmed for a porno.
Reaching behind Bridget, I untie the halter at the back of her neck and, peeling the dress down her body, I get a good whiff of her arousal as I pass by her hips. I slip her sandals off her feet before removing her panties. On the flight over, I had stuffed the underwear in her mouth to keep her quiet, but it might be too much for her lip.
Standing up, I undo her strapless bra, the last of her clothing. I comb my fingers through her pubic hair, which I think I’ll trim when we get back to San Francisco. Fitting my hand between her thighs, I continue where I had left off, caressing her wet pussy with my fingers.
“Don’t forget to ask permission first,” I remind her.
“Is that going to be an all-the-time rule?” she asks.
“Makes things simpler.”
“Can I come?”
“No.”
She purses her lips, but her anger doesn’t last in the face of lust. Curling my fingers inside of her, I watch every furrow of the brow, every blink of her eyes, every gasp.
“Can I come now?” she murmurs.
I shake my head.
She releases a shaky breath and narrows her eyes. “Please?”
“Not yet.”
She grabs my biceps and drops her forehead to my chest. I hear her whimper. “Please, now.”
“In ten.”
“Oh God.”
“Nine…eight.”
Her grip tightens.
“Seven, six,” I count.
