Buy Me Bundle(31)

I’ve obsessed so much over her that I’ve even played around with the idea of trying to make it a full time Dom/sub relationship after the thirty days are up. I’m not sure how far Mandy is willing to take these rules. I want to wait and see how this contract goes, and then we can decide. The thought of her leaving me is torturous. It simply isn’t an option.

I move her body around so her back is to my front and both her legs bracket mine. I move my thighs wider apart, opening up her naked pussy, letting me have easy access to it.

Once I have her how I want her, I take the fork and feed her bites from the plate. I carefully hold her coffee so she can take a few sips, and then set it down on the table. I take a few forkfuls for myself here and there, but mostly I want to feed my sweetness and make sure she’s taken care of.

After a little while of this, she relaxes against me, and I can tell she’s enjoying herself. I kiss her neck gently and pet her body all over. Her skin is buzzing with sexual heat, and my little touches throughout breakfast have her rubbing against me just like a kitten. Her body is beginning to become attuned to mine, and she’s feeling needy. Knowing what she wants, I slowly run my hand down her stomach and over her pussy, cupping it.

“Do you need to cum, kitten?”

I feel her nod, and I smile, knowing I’ve already got the power I need over her body. I spread her labia apart. I reach down between her legs with my other hand and start to rub circles around her clit. She moans loudly at the sensation, and I lick her neck and shoulder to heighten her pleasure.

Her hips begin to rock up and down, seeking the right touch, and I continue to rub little circles, making it easy for her to move with me. I kiss my way up her neck, biting her as I go, letting her feel the pressure of my teeth. She’s soaking my fingers, and I pull my hand away from her labia, bringing it to my mouth for a taste.

Once I taste her sugary sweetness, I feel wild with need. I reach down again and rub my fingers on her pussy. This time when I pull away, I bring my honey-covered fingers to her mouth.

“Suck them clean, Mandy.”

I hold my fingers to her lips, and after a second of hesitation she sucks them into her mouth, licking me. We both moan at the same time. She’s moaning because of the erotic taste, and I’m losing my mind as her warm wet mouth suck my fingers like I know she’ll suck my cock. I’m so far beyond blue balls right now that when I finally cum, I may never be able to use my cock again.

I rub her clit fast, but her sucking my fingers has me so worked up. I jerk my hand out of her mouth and bring it to her breast. I pinch her nipple as I bite down on her shoulder. The myriad sensations are enough to send her over the edge, and she cums in my arms.

Mandy shouts her release loudly as her body tenses, and then she tries to fight against my hold. She’s so fucking beautiful when she’s lost in an orgasm. She doesn’t hold anything back from me, and it makes me so goddamn hard I ache.

“That’s it, kitten. Let it all out.” I gentle my swift rubbing motions and I pet her clit softly as she comes down from her peak.

I give her a minute to relax, and then I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. I’ve always thought she was just like a little kitten. She’s always so fierce and so adorable. As I carry her back to our bed, she looks up at me lazily, and I can feel myself smiling so big it hurts. What I wouldn’t give to crawl into bed with her and make love to her all day, but it’s not time yet. She’s almost there.

I carry her over to the bed and place her in it, pulling the covers over her. “You can rest until I leave for work, and then you need to get up. Cupid will be here in about an hour to walk you through your day.”

She must be utterly wrecked because she just nods sleepily and closes her eyes. I smile again, which is something I can’t seem to stop doing lately, and lean down, kissing her forehead. When I pull away, she tries to grab a hold of me and pull me back.

“I wish I could stay in bed, sweet kitten, but I have a couple of meetings to go to. Afterwards, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

She makes some sort of sound that I think is supposed to be “okay”, and then she drifts off to sleep. I sit there watching her for just another minute before I head to the bathroom.

This is going to have to be a fucking cold shower to get my cock to go down.





7





Mandy





A soft ding pulls me from a deep sleep. Rolling over, I open one eye and see a phone lying on the bed next to me. Picking it up, I see a text notification. I slide my finger across the screen to see a text from ‘Sir’ is there.

Sir: Rise and shine, little kitten. Cupid is waiting in the living room. Dress before leaving the room, and make sure your hair is up. See you soon. Yours.

Biting my lip, I stare at the screen, debating whether or not to respond. Before I can decide, another message pops up.

Sir: Always respond to my messages or I'll punish you.

Hmm. If he has to punish me, does that mean he’ll come back to the room? While I’m still unsure about Charles, I’m very sure I like what he does to my body. Looking through the emojis, I find one of a cat sticking its tongue out, and I send it.

I find myself just staring at the phone, waiting for him to respond. When it dings, I feel my heart jump in my chest.

Sir: You’ll be using your tongue soon enough. Out of bed.

I smile and drop the phone down next to me. Looking up, I stare at myself in the mirror above the bed. My body warms when I think of the last time I looked up into the mirror. Charles’s head was between my legs, giving me the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.

He went at my pussy like he’d gone at my mouth that night in the bar. Like he was starved for me, as if he couldn't get the taste of me deep enough into his mouth.

I open my legs wider and slide my hand down between them. Closing my eyes, I think about last night, his tongue between my folds, sucking me into his mouth. My wet pussy clenches, and I feel my clit grow harder.

I stroke myself faster, right on the edge. I hear Charles’s voice saying “say my name, kitten”, and I cum. His name slips from my mouth like he's really here commanding me. My orgasm pulses through my body, and it feels almost as if he’s here with me. I’ve never been able to get myself off, and it’s not for lack of trying, but it seems Charles has opened up another part of me. It’s frightening how quickly he’s getting my walls to crumble, like they’re nothing more than a house of cards.

Opening my eyes, I stare up at myself. I look well used. I’ve never studied myself before, but laid out on Charles’s bed I see myself as I am now: naked, lipstick smudges around my mouth, my hair tumbling free, a collar decorating my neck, showing his possession of me…I look wild and sexy. Against the red sheets, I can’t help but think that the devil did get me to succumb to him last night. My innocence might still be intact, but I don’t think that will last much longer.

Pulling myself from the bed, I make quick work of showering and performing my normal routine. I notice the bathroom is stocked to accommodate my needs. It makes me smile, but then the thought that he does this with all his submissives makes a cramp hit my stomach.

“Get it together, Mandy,” I say to myself in the mirror. After last night I told myself I was done fighting this. I’m not sure why Charles bought me, but I entered the auction for me. I loved last night, and I want to do it again and again. I want to spend the next twenty-nine days in an orgasm-filled haze. It’s clear Charles has opened up something inside me that wants out, and even more importantly, I want it out too.

I told myself this adventure would be about me. Whatever is going on between Charles and the Cortez brothers is between them. Maybe he’s using me for something, but why can't I use him back? I want to open up the floodgates to all my desires and let my sex-starved body loose on him. Last night he made me crave things I had no idea my body wanted. I wonder how much more he could show me while I’m here.

I could walk away from this with a better understanding of who I am and what I want. It’s already clear that I like him taking charge of me and telling me what to do. The idea of not having anything to be in charge of, not having to make sure people stay on schedule, is new to me. I have a rare opportunity to just let it all go.

Pulling my wet hair up into a tight bun, I make my way back to the bedroom. I find my bag sitting next to the bedroom door. I locate my white halter dress inside, and I slip it on, working the zipper up in the back the best I can. I can't help myself; I picked this dress so I could wear the heels from last night. I wonder when I have to return them. Maybe Samantha will let me buy them.

Strapping them on, I look around the room for my purse. When I have no luck, I grab the phone off the bed, and a twinge of disappointment hits me when I see I don’t have a message.

Me: Do you know where my purse is?

Charles responded instantly.

Sir: You don’t need it.

Me: Half my life is in that purse.

Sir: That’s strange because I’m your whole life, and I’m pretty sure half of me isn't in your purse.

I can’t help but roll my eyes, even though my stomach flutters as I read it.

Sir: Don’t roll your eyes at me, kitten. You’re already in trouble as it is.

“What the hell?” Does he really know me that well? I guess I did spend a big portion of the time I worked for him rolling my eyes. It was a lucky guess.