pulled away, out of my mouth way too quickly, I protested.

“Why did you stop?”

“Later, Stephanie. I want to look at you.” I was confused until he moved, and I stepped back. I fell onto the bed, and he followed me until he reached the edge.

His fingers traced up my legs and to my thighs. “Open.”

I thought he was going to fuck me, to finally do the one thing I wanted most from him, but he didn’t; he just traced the insides of my thighs and pulled my hand down to him as his fingers traced my folds.

He’d positioned himself at the side of the bed, and I soon figured out he wasn’t going to fuck me. Instead, his lips met the sensitive skin between my legs, and his tongue slid along me until he found just the right spot.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, that’s it. No, fuck no, don’t stop!” He’d found my clit and paused, until I repeated fuck far more than I ever had before. Then, when I’d urged him on enough, his tongue flicked at me, and I lost every thought in my head. He moaned and thrust into my hand, so I gripped at him, not really paying

attention.

My nipples tightened, and I tugged at them with my empty hand which didn’t ease the ache at all; it only made it worse, and I cried out in frustration, my hips a wild wave of movements as his tongue fucked with my head.

I was on the verge of an orgasm, I knew that now; he’d taught me well in our short time together, and I held my breath as the pressure built inside of me.

Tight, good, it felt like it would consume me, if I didn’t soon explode. I panted, I mewled, I did it all until, at last, I felt that rush, the flutter that soon spread to my entire body, straight up to my brain.

I heard a grunt of satisfaction, but I didn’t care as again and again waves pulsed through me, throughout my entire body. My back was bowed, my nipples were as tight as they’d ever been, and my pussy absolutely convulsed within me.

I felt as if I was about to turn inside out, or I’d die, but it was too good to stop. I was not me; I was only what he allowed me to be, until I didn’t even think I existed anymore. I just was.

“Once you’ve recovered, my dear, we can take care of me.”

“You smug fuck!” I tried to say, but it only came out as a croak of laughter. I rolled the arm over my eyes up enough to glare at him as I came back down to earth. His succulent lips trailed across my hot thighs, and he inhaled my scent, before he swiped at me again with that tongue of his and made me jump. “Stop, you bastard!”

He laughed as he got up and came to rest beside me in the bed. “Aren’t you

hurting?”

“I am, but I’ll live. I want you to be relaxed. I’ve missed you.” His nose pushed into the soft skin of my neck, and he kissed me. “I’m glad your family is better, but I missed you.”

Ah. I’d wondered what Roxie had told him. Mostly the truth apparently.

Good, there’d been no reason to lie. He rolled over into me, into my heat, and I felt him still hot and hard against my hip.

“I think we need to take care of this problem for you. It looks painful.” I slid down his body, determined to finish the job this time.

“If you like. As much as I want that pussy of yours, as much as I want to be

buried up to my eyeballs in it, I can’t be. We have a contract that says that’s a rule we can’t break. So fill your boots.”

I closed my eyes as I took him into my mouth, the rigid length a scrape against my teeth. I opened my mouth wider, to minimize that, and he sighed in happiness. I opened my mouth more and took him deeper as he invaded my mouth. A shudder passed through him when he hit the back of my throat, and I could take no more. I tried to breathe through my nose, but he blocked me, and I moved, so that I could breathe. I wanted to take all of him, but damn if he wasn’t huge.

“Look at me, Stephanie.” I opened my eyes to see his glittered with an icy gray fire. What was that look in his eyes? Was it the look any man had when a woman sucked his cock, or was there something more there?

Would he be receptive to a longer contract? He wanted to fuck me, but he was still banging on about the contract. Then his hands were in my hair, over my mask, and I needed to concentrate as Mr. Dark took control and began to fuck my mouth with groans of pleasure.

I pursed my lips and made sure my teeth were out of the way as he lost his

ability to go slow and picked up the pace.

I found that if I squeezed just right, the pressure of my thighs would create a friction against my clit, and it felt good. With every single one of his gasps or groans, that pleasure increased, and I knew I’d soon be coming along with him.

Our breaths came together, timed just right to synchronize, and the quick gasps followed the pattern of his hips into my face. We weren’t joined together, this wasn’t what I’d had planned, but it was what was on offer, so I took.

Together we reached for the release that we both craved. I just didn’t expect to find it by squeezing my thighs together while I sucked his cock.

My brain went dark, but I still managed to not bite him as a moan broke out of my throat. Mr. Dark must have taken that as a signal because I heard a low grunt just as I felt a surge travel the length of him, and he gave a low shout of release. “That’s it Stephanie, take it baby, take my come.”

I eagerly swallowed and sucked, even as I felt the last wave of pleasure pass through me.

He let it play out, and I didn’t pull away. Not until he pushed at my head, ready for me to stop sucking him now. I moved up beside him and sprawled out.

“Fuck, how can that be so good?”

My skin was flushed hot, and I could feel sweat on my face and in my hair. I was too hot now, and I was glad I was at least naked now. I wasn’t sure when or how that happened, but it had. The gown was on the floor, my shoes kicked away somewhere. “How did I get naked?”

“You tore the dress off and threw it away right before you sucked my dick the first time. Then your underwear went. I’m not sure when you took those off.”

He laughed and looked at me, his face tired.

“It doesn’t matter.” I sighed and just laid there, spent for the moment. And happy to be back with him. I wanted it to last forever.

17

DYLAN

I woke up before Stephanie and looked in the fridge for some orange

juice but didn’t see any. I dressed and went out to the bar to get some.

I came back in quietly, saw she was still asleep in bed, and poured two glasses of the cold drink before going back to the bed.

I undressed, pulled back the covers, and slid into the sheets with her. This bed was much better than the one at my apartment, I thought as my muscles began to relax. I’d have to find out what it was and buy one for myself.

I turned in the bed and brushed Stephanie’s hair back from her face. I wanted to ask her for a longer contract; I’d given up on trying to talk myself out of it.

This woman was more than just a fuck I could forget about. She had class, and she made me think. She also made me hard as fuck, and I wanted her. I just wanted to know how far I could push her before she’d break first. I needed to find out tonight, so I brushed at her cheek until she woke up.

“Hi,” I said softly once she woke up and smiled at me. Her fingers moved to re-tie the mask, but it had barely moved at all.

“Hi yourself,” she said while she moved her hands up to the mask. “I’m wasting the night away, aren’t I?”