Before he found himself back where he had always wanted to be, he said, “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Sunny, with your bottom sore and plugged, and those clothes pins standing at attention like they do, pinching you hard. I’m going to have my fingers shoved up inside you, fucking you hard while I lick your clit until you scream uncontrollably as you come.” With that he ducked down to the juncture of her wide open thighs, feeling the slight weight of her legs on his shoulders as he jammed his fingers up inside her again, starting to fuck her fiercely with them even before laid his tongue atop her clit and sealed his lips around it.
Seconds later she exploded just as he’d said she would, screaming full-throated and repeatedly. He refused to let up, finger-banging and flicking her clit.
“Cum again, baby,” he mumbled against her, and she did, again and again, until he finally took pity on her and let her relax. He removed the clamps, and she started from the pain of the blood rushing back into those tender parts, but he reached down and rubbed, then suckled each one, trying to distract her from the slight discomfort.
He rolled her onto the side of the bed that she preferred and remade the bed, tucking the sheets in the way he knew she liked – she had mentioned it to him during the course of the day that she hated an untucked top sheet and that she liked heavy, non-down comforters over her, even in summer.
Finally he joined her there, under the covers, pulling her towards him. She was nearly asleep, and he considered just having her wear the plug for the night, but then it was one in the morning – their last morning together – and he wanted her to be comfortable enough to get some sleep tonight.
So he rolled her away from him, which he was gratified to hear her protest about sleepily, then he held her top leg well up towards her chest and bent, so that she couldn’t bring it down if she wanted to, but he was careful not to make her uncomfortable in doing so. Then he reached down between her naturally separated cheeks and saw the flange of the plug there, peeping out between them.
He slipped his fingers between her and the plastic and began to curl them, slowly, which tugged at the plug.
That woke her up immediately and for some reason, she began to fight him. He abandoned his goal for the moment until he had her completely subdued, but he could feel her seething beneath him. Then he repositioned his fingers and began to pull even more slowly as she panted and groaned and tried to buck him off her every second until it was out.
“You stay right there,” he bit off as he rose to take care of the plug. He was just about as unhappy with her as she was with him for putting up such a fuss, and when he returned, he drew her into his arms, spooning her, his raging erection like a heat seeking missile, unerringly finding a place right in front of its intended home, not that he was going to do anything about it now.
She was sobbing softly, and he completely melted.
“I’m so sorry, Sir. It was just a bad dream and you caught me at the wrong time.”
He contracted his arms and began to rock her, whispering, “No worries, Sunny. Try to get back to sleep.”
To his great relief, she was asleep in his arms in seconds.
Chapter IX
Sleep eluded him, although he remained in bed, wanting to spend every minute he could with her, even if she was asleep.
Jeez, he had it bad, didn’t he? He thought, skirting around the epiphany he’d had a few long hours ago that he was already in love with her.
He rolled towards her, propping his head on his hand and drinking her in. She was even gorgeous in her sleep, her face completely relaxed, those plump lips just slightly parted in a way that made him want to put either his tongue or his cock in there, and he couldn’t decide which, and he wasn’t going to do either, anyway, at least until she’d gotten some sleep.
He spent the night holding her when she rolled towards him, which he liked finding out was quite often, as if seeking his heat, or comfort, or he didn’t much care what, but he thought it was a good sign that her subconscious thought she needed things from him that he was more than happy to give to her conscious, too.
He also replayed nearly every moment of their time together in his head. He had an excellent memory – much better than most people’s. It was eidetic, but his episodic memory was above average also, both of which had were an incredible advantage in the business world. When he wanted to do what he was doing now – recall every second he’d spend with someone – he could pretty much do it. That could be both good and bad, but right now, it was priceless, because he couldn’t be at all sure that this wasn’t the only time he was going to have with her. He’d do what he could to persuade her to continue the relationship, wouldn’t hesitate to go well above and beyond, but short of kidnapping her and spiriting her away to some deserted island – of which he owned several – he couldn’t force her to love him or want to be with him.