“Sir, Miss Reyes has arrived.” she says before moving aside so I can enter.
“Excellent. Julia, please make sure I am not disturbed for the time being. Come in flower. '' he says, opening his arms to me. Like a well-trained puppy I walk right into them, and the feeling of comfort, safety and desire hits me like a freight train. Sex is dangerous. He pulls me back from him and looks at me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m ok. I was sore when I woke up, but once I started cleaning everything stretched back into shape.”
“Cleaning? Cleaning what?” he asks. His voice holds a measure of irritation, and I am confused.
“The mansion of course.” Why is acting like he didn’t know? I am the maid after all.
“You have got to be kidding me, Lilah. Tell me you are joking.'' I begin shaking my head. The absurdity of this conversation is not bypassing me.
“My fiancé does not clean houses. Least of all mine.” I look down at my finger, making sure I didn’t somehow miss a ring because I didn’t miss a proposal that is for sure.
“The ring is a mere formality. What did you think I was telling you last night, baby? Tell me you didn’t think it was all to get in your pants?” Well shoot. The thought did cross my mind.
“I don’t know. All I know for sure is that my mother’s company…”
“Lilah, I know all about your mother’s illness and her business. I will of course continue to pay the fee. Hell, I will pay off all her debt and cushion her account if I have to. Whatever it takes to make you happy. But, the one thing I will not have is you on your hands and knees unless it results in you moving on and off my cock. Speaking of...” he turns to me, so I am standing in front of his desk. Before I can rebuttal his comment, I am on his desk, legs spread with him sitting, nose in my pussy. “Is she still sore, baby?”
“Yes. Sensitive.” I tell him truthfully
“Let me help. Lift.” he taps my ass telling me to lift up so he can remove my underwear. He pulls them down, and off, sniffing them before removing his handkerchief once again from his pocket and replacing it. “You smell like mine now, flower. Open up. Let me see.” I spread my legs, blushing, and praying no one walks in here. “She is red, but not too swollen.”
“Blake. Shit.” he licks me without warning, and I want to jump off the table. Sensitive is an understatement. Everything is amplified and I don’t know if I can handle it.
“Quiet, baby. I don’t care if they know my cock can barely fit, but I do care who hears your sounds. Now be quiet and let me have lunch.” he feasts on me. There is no other way to put it. He sucks, bites, licks, drinks, and fingers me until I am suffocating myself to keep from screaming as my release drips down my ass. “Perfect and tangy like a newly fucked woman.” his thumb adds pressure to my untouched hole, and I moan louder than intended but hell that spot is full of nerves.
He cleans me off with my panties and then helps me off the desk. I see his straining cock, pointed at me through his pants and my mouth waters for a taste like he has had of me. “What about...” I can’t bring myself to say it, but he knows since my eyes have not left his crotch.
“I want nothing more than to see you gag and choke, my flower. But, alas, I have to get back to work. What are you going to do with the rest of your day?”
“Go see my momma and catch up with my sisters, I guess.” I mean he won’t let me clean so what else am I going to do?
“I will have the car take you to the hospital. See you at home at five.” with that he is out the door. Home. Is that my home now?
Chapter Eleven
BLAKE
ONE WEEK LATER
“Fuck, Lilah. Pull off. Shit.” She shakes her head no, looking up at me on her knees, swallowing my cock. She has taken to dick sucking like a champ. Five days ago, after picking her up from the hospital and taking her to dinner, we came home, and I dropped my pants. I helped her to her knees and showed her what I liked. I had been so worked up all fucking day, wondering what she was doing, who she was talking to and if she was ok, that by the time I picked her up, we ate dinner and made it home, I was half out of my mind. Did I mention I hadn’t fucked her in forty-eight hours, trying to do the chivalrous thing and give her pussy a break. Well, that shit backfired, and it was her throat that paid the price.