We talk and talk and talk every day except for Sunday.
Sundays are the only day that neither of us has to work. After being put in official charge of Yinz Entertainment, Lucy’s first act of business was to make one day a week off mandatory after years of back-to-back seven-day workweeks. And Victor magically manages not to ever have anything to do on Sundays after he discovers it’s the one day I take off.
So Sundays, we spend lazy mornings making love. And I learn to tame my embarrassment reflex when one of his men deliver takeout meals to the door since neither of us can be bothered to go downstairs.
The Sunday before Christmas, I wake Victor up with an early gift.
And I know precisely when he opens his eyes to the sight of me, bobbing my head up and down on his cock.
I smile around his shaft when it swells in my mouth, letting me know just how much he appreciates my gift. Then I lift my gaze to give him my eyes when he taps me on the shoulder.
He twists my hair around his hand and anchors me in place so that I have no choice but to keep my eyes on his. I’ve only done this for him once before. On our first anniversary, when he punished me for protecting Yaron, my then-guard, from his wrath.
I know we're both thinking about the anniversary that set the tone for all the other ones that would come after it. And just in case I think I’m wrong about that notion, he signs, “Touch yourself, make yourself ready for me.”
I hesitate, the same as I did on that night. But in the end, I do as he says, submitting to him.
He watches me intently, his eyes somehow cold and burning at the same time.
And just like the last time when I’m almost there, he pulls me off his dick.
You’d think it would be harder for him. I’m nowhere near the record low weight I was at nine years ago. And now I’ve got extra pounds of baby on board too.
But I’m faced out on his lap in a matter of seconds.
And wearing one of my oversized RhIDS tees to bed last night? Bad idea. That t-shirt gets Incredible Hulked in his brutal do-over of that night. I’m going to have to work in a drive to the campus bookstore when they re-open after winter break.
Ruined dress. Ruined shirt. It’s the same as our first anniversary, but so, so different. And not just because it’s snowing outside the floor-to-ceiling window in Victor’s bedroom. My added weight sinks me down even deeper on his erection, making the heavy head of his cock rub against a particularly sensitive spot he wasn’t hitting on our anniversary night.
The unexpected extra stimulation makes me lose my mind. Soon I’m writhing and moaning, the same as when he teases my clit.
But then, instead of taking me straight to the top of the mountain as he usually does, Victor has the nerve to slow down.
Over the last few weeks, we’ve developed a relationship based on mutual respect. But as he takes his sweet time, digging his cock into that hidden pleasure center, I call him several names, none of which are Victor or Tak-lun.
Victor so rarely vocalizes, but I can feel the vibration of his laughter against my back…right before the bastard begins stroking into me even slower. And he only laughs harder when I go from name-calling to straight-up threatening him.
However, the laughter abruptly stops when I drop a hand to my pussy and try to take care of my own business.
He roughly catches the offending hand by the wrist and pulls it behind my back. Just enough pain to be cruel as he continues to slow fuck me.
And against all odds, after a few more minutes in this position, I start to come, even without the extra clitoral stimulation.
Only then does he let me have back my arm. But only so he can use his own free hand on the place I was trying to get to before.
He finds my clit himself and squeezes. It’s like an electromagnetic blast from a nuclear bomb. All sound recedes, then everything inside of me explodes.
Forget calling his name. I can’t put syllables together. All I can do is scream.
Somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind, I can sense myself getting pushed forward. Just like on our first anniversary, I’m suddenly on my hands and knees.
But this time, he stays inside of me. Fucking me from behind. Harder and harder…until he releases with that animal roar I didn’t realize I missed until the garage.
And there I go, coming all over again. So no, not like our first anniversary. The redo is so, so much better.
Although after we separate and we’re lying face to face, panting on our sides, I tell Victor, “That was a lot for first thing in the morning, even for us.”