Devastated

“Once more.”

“No!”

He knew her clit was extremely sensitive, but she could do it. “Dig deep for me, pet.”

She tried to squirm away, but he shifted his grip to her throat. That stilled her somewhat. She made a half-sob and grabbed his arm, digging her nails painfully into him.

“It’s there,” he assured her. “Come for me.”

“Fuck,” she cried, her body writhing, tensing.

“Work with me.”

Her pants and cries of distress turned to groans and cries of pleasure. The convulsions were larger the second time, the screaming louder. The sadist in him would have left the device attached to her poor clit, but he backed off the setting till the suction gave way.

She rolled off him but continued to tremble. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. He savored the softness of her body against him, the weight of her head on his shoulder, her breath on his chest.

He didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to take her back to his place, but he had to fly to Vancouver in the morning to evaluate a project there and meet with possible partners. So it was best that he take her back to her own place.

“You got your childcare center and new basketball courts,” he praised.

She looked ready to fall asleep but smiled. “Where is the childcare center going to be?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s actually an ideal spot in Chinatown, but the property owner is being a wanker, trying to hold out for a ridiculous asking price.”

She snuggled into him. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something.”

He held her tighter. “I have to leave town in the morning, but I’ll be back Friday night.”

“I’m having dinner with my folks Friday night.”

“Then I’ll pick you up Saturday at ten.”

“In the morning?”

“I thought maybe you’d want to go to the Stanford football game with me.”

She started and opened her eyes. “Really?”

“I happen to have tickets. Fifty-yard line.”

She popped up on an elbow. “What’s the catch? You want to fuck my arse again?”

“Yes to the second question, and the answer to the first is there’s no catch. Just come watch the game with me. Unless you don’t like football.”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to go!”

Her response was just what he had hoped for. He cupped the side of her face and pulled her into a kiss.

“You’re being straight with me?” she inquired when he released her. ?

??I don’t have to give up anything to go?”

“Babe, I’m fucking you either way. I don’t need football tickets for that.”

She seemed to contemplate if there was anything she might be missing. “Okay. Cool. I still think you’re an asshole, though.”

But she no longer sounded mad at him.