“You want me to continue.”
“Yes! Yes!” She cried, afraid to even move, lest he stop.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
He drew out and pushed back in.
“I want to feel this tight hole milk my cock.” His words made her moan as her body tightened.
Sidney reached around to manipulate her overtaxed nub, and she let go. A gush of fluid exploded and dripped down her thighs, covering them both.
“That’s it, my girl. Come for me.” Her back arched off the table as she screamed herself hoarse. Her body bucked against him in a desperate attempt to prolong the wave she was riding even as her mind screamed she couldn’t take any more. His feather-light kiss against her shoulder made her smile as she lay sprawled against the bench.
“You did wonderfully, pet.” He pulled away, and untied her wrists massaging each to bring back circulation.
“How do you feel?”
“Exhausted, yet completely sated and content.”
“Good. I knew it’d be like this with you.”
She sighed as he massaged her back gently as she came down from her high before he helped her off the bench and guided her toward the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed. You can barely stand up.”
The pride in his words was hard to miss, and she rolled her eyes. Men of all ages were the same.
Chapter Twelve
Sutton took a deep breath as she stood outside the door to her condo and mentally prepared herself to enter. So much had changed over the past couple of days. She and Sidney had ironed out an official contract as he officially took her on as his submissive. Because of the restrictions of her job they had opted to do an alternate version of a collar, a white gold set of handcuffs studded in diamonds that rested in the small of her cleavage where they wouldn’t be seen during her shift. Between bouts of love-making and play they’d talked about numerous things.
They balanced each other out in a weird way. Sidney had the uncanny ability to talk her through her self-doubts and neurotic tendencies. She helped him loosen up and trust. Sidney’s childhood had been a rough one. As the only son of four siblings it had fallen on him to protect the women in his family from their alcoholic Father. It was that experience that led him to study human behavior, and geared him toward the need to be in control. He had promised to be more candid with her, and she had promised to try to overcome her penchant for putting her needs last.
Carissa’s car was in the driveway, so she knew she’d be home. It was time for Sutton to get her space back and stop feeling responsible for a grown-ass woman. She caressed the jewelry for reassurance before she unlocked her door and stepped inside. Carissa lay across her beige suede couch with a remote on her hand and a blanket covering her body.
“We need to talk.”
“Oh, so now you want to talk?”
“I’m serious, Carissa. Turn off the TV.”
Carissa complied, eyes wide as she stared at her in shock. She set the remote on the couch and placed her hands in her lap as Sutton made her way over to sit at the couch across from her.
“I think it’s time you head back home. You and Mom have had plenty of time to cool off, and I want my space back to myself.”
“Look, Sissy, I’m sorry about our fight—”
“It’s not even about that, Carissa. I meant what I said earlier. It’s time for you to grow up and take on your own responsibilities. I will always be here to help you, but I’m done being taken advantage of.”
“I wasn’t taking advantage of you!”
“Yes, you were, and it’s not your fault because it’s something I’ve always let you do. You made a mistake, and I took care of everything while you got to carry on like nothing happened. I can’t do that anymore.”
“All of this over some ma
n.”
“No. Over my need to have my own life, Carissa. I’ve spent so much time trying to please Mom and take care of you that I lost myself. But that’s over.” Sutton placed her hands over her sister’s and offered up a smile. “I think it’s time we get to know each other for who we really are and stop playing our roles.”