It was the most intense orgasm I’d had yet.
But it was wrong somehow.
I felt dirty.
I felt used.
I felt ashamed.
I must have fallen asleep for a little while because when I woke up Clay was gone.
And I was tied spread eagle to his bed.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Clay
I was a dick.
I was a cad.
I was literally the biggest asshole known to man.
And I couldn’t fucking stop myself.
I walked back into the room with a tray. I’d tied her up and left her there. All alone.
Sweet innocent Nevada.
I was going to torment her. I was going to tease her. I was going to take pictures too.
So I had something to remember her by.
Because I knew when I untied her that she’d walk out and never, ever, ever come back again.
I needed her to walk out on me. I didn’t deserve her. And if I stuck around I was going to ruin her. But I would never end it. She had to be the one to do it.
So, I was going to be a total fucking dick.
I almost hated myself in that moment. But then I pushed the door open and saw her there. Naked. Helpless. At my beck and call.
And I stopped thinking rationally all together.
That happened a lot around Nev.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Are you hungry?”
I spoke civilly, almost coldly. But there was a bite to my words. An evil twist to my smile.
And I let her see it. I let her see every bit of the dirtbag in me.
I shut the door behind me and carried the tray to the bedside table. There were two of everything. So she knew in an instant that the staff knew I was not alone.
And soon enough they’d know who was in here with me.
Who I was fucking.
I saw the realization dawn on her face. I’d tricked her. I’d made her stay.
Like I said, I was pretty much a stone cold bastard.
And things were about to get a lot worse.
“Breakfast, my sweet.”
She glared at me, saying nothing. I lifted the edge of the sheet and peeked underneath. I couldn’t help but grunt at the sight of all those luscious curves. Totally at my disposal.
At least one more time.
“Hungry?”
She ignored me. I grinned at her.
“That’s okay. I am. And you are going to be my table.”
Her eyes got very, very wide. I had a sip of my coffee, offering her some. She turned her head away, not answering me. So she was giving me the silent treatment. I was going to put an end to that real fucking fast.
“Well, I guess I better set the table.”
I lifted the edge of the sheet covering her again and slowly dragged it down her body. She whimpered and stared at me. I just took my time, enjoying the view.
And there was not a damn thing she could do about it.
“Clay… please…”
“Hush now. Table’s don’t talk.”
I picked up my fork and speared a couple of pancakes. Then I lay them onto her stomach. I put a couple pieces of fruit and some grape jelly between her breasts. I considered the bacon for a minute but decided I wasn’t that cruel.
Bacon was too scratchy for her perfect, delicate, incredibly sensitive skin.
I picked up the maple syrup and smiled at her, staring into her eyes while I poured a healthy portion over her tits and stomach. Her sweet little pussy too. She inhaled sharply, unable to look away.
Oh man, did I know the feeling.
“I know it’s not polite to eat with your hands. So I won’t.”
I pulled off my shirt. I knew this was going to get messy. And then I went to town. I slowly ate every bite of food off her delectable body, all the while letting my fingers slide constantly over her sticky little pussy lips.
Just to make sure she went out of her fucking mind.
I had to be certain that she never forgot this. Especially if it was the last time. And it was almost certainly going to be the last fucking time.
A sharp pain went through my chest at the thought. I forced myself not to think about that. Not yet. Plenty of time for regret later.
I had a sudden feeling that I would regret this for the rest of my life.
My tongue swirled over her nipples, already hard as rocks. Then I traced my way down her tummy, lapping up maple syrup as I went. When I got to her lower tummy I turned my head to look at her inquisitively.
If she begged, I would keep traveling downward. She just stared at me, already delirious. But… not desperate enough. So I started up her body again.
It was another twenty minutes before she caved.
“Please, Clay.”
“Please what?”
“I want to – oh!”
Did I mention my fingers were now all the way inside her? Couldn’t fault her for having trouble putting a coherent thought together.