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True enough, it was for her to control access to her own pussy, but I had to concede that it only made it all the sweeter and more significant when I was allowed inside her if it was restricted so much of the time.

Zoey felt so amazing, so tight around my bare cock. I held her waist with both hands and pumped into her, pounding her flesh, her whole body seeming to shiver with each blow as I thrust inside her.

"Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus..."

Her breasts moving, her hair swinging, she was loving every minute of it, now kneeling up while I was still inside her, allowing me to hold her, squeeze her breasts, kiss her neck while still pumping my hips to move within her.

It was tough to avoid coming inside her straight away, but moderating my pace, I just about managed to last until she appeared to have another shuddering orgasm.

"Oh Aiden, my love," she moaned as we both slumped forward, and I lay on top of her as my last few thrusts took me to the edge and beyond, and there as I drove onwards that last short way to heaven, for the first time my hot come splashed inside her.





Chapter Twenty Four





We settled into something like a routine, in what I guess you might say was another golden period of our relationship. I loved to serve her, she loved the way I made her feel. She'd reward me with time off from domination, and punish me with errands, chores around her apartment or simple refusal to allow me sexual release.

Life in the office was great - we were careful to avoid any hint of a relationship, and kept our paws to ourselves during office hours, increasingly taking our after-hours activity back to her place or, more occasionally, mine.

Our work meant we were often on the road - pitching, promoting, through meetings, conferences and industry exhibitions. It was frustrating when we were away separately, but with Zoey heading up the department, it was uncanny how frequently our paths seemed to go in parallel.

Attending conferences or exhibitions together in other cities across America was particularly fun.

Zoey enjoyed spending all day flirting with other execs right in front of me, knowing I couldn't say anything to her not only because of my subservient role in our relationship, but because we were keeping our relationship under wraps. And she knew full well it drove me wild with repressed jealousy and unbridled arousal, my eyes lighting up with those conflicting emotions - the fire of hurt that she was inviting lusty attention from other men, blended with the sparks of excitement at how sexual she was, at how all this must have been getting her damp between the legs, and thinking about what would happen as soon as the networking was done and we were safely back in our hotel.

She was a wild, wild, beautiful woman.

Sometimes, she wouldn't last the day. She'd drag me out of a conference during the coffee break or at lunch, ordering me to wait five minutes then head up to our room, if the event was held in a hotel, or some appointed darkened corner of a bathroom on another floor if not. I'd find her there, hiking up her skirt, sitting back against a basin or a table or our bed so I could kneel before her and let her clamp her stocking-clad legs around me and ride my face.

When she was flirting with other guys, I noticed a slightly strange aspect of myself, in how I reacted to it.

Although I felt that pang of jealousy no matter who she was batting her eyelids at, it felt some how more bitter when the guy she was chatting up was the kind of quiet, modest type who admired her and hung off her every word, as though he might be a submissive if she ever got him somewhere alone. When it was a bullish alpha male that talked over her and generally tried to dominate conversations, more interested in impressing her with his achievements than in actually finding out about her - well, I guess I just felt less threatened, somehow. I don't know how much real logic there was in my gut feelings, but I suspected my subconscious felt that alpha males were all very well, but they couldn't make her feel the way I did. They were no threat to our emotional bond.

When she flirted with other guys, my mind did flick back to that dark, dark night when she brought Brandon between us. While I disliked him with a passion, particularly in how he had treated her, I just couldn't let the thought lie that it had been hot to watch her being sexually pleasured by someone else, yet requiring me to be there watching in order to take her over the edge.

I did wonder if we allowed her flirting to proceed to the next level again with one of these alpha males, if we might capture the thrills of that night in Philadelphia without the pitfalls associated with Brandon.

But ultimately, I still harbored that fear that she still held a torch for her ex, still felt something for him and his domineering ways. I wasn't confident I could do enough to assuage that particular desire she had deep inside.