“Oh, kitten, you have to earn that.” I go back to massaging her sides, even the taut globes of her ass. Being careful not to touch the parts of her I used the special oil on.
I can tell the moment that oil starts working, because a low moan starts in her throat. It grows louder, and pauses as she realizes she’s making a sound. Then it continues. Her hips are full out rocking now, and her hands are curled into fists at her sides. As I watch, she makes to touch her pussy—
“No,” I thunder. She freezes and I continue in a softer tone, “No touching. I will tie you down.”
She lasts another minute with her hands fisted at her sides. Her poor neglected pussy is slick and puffy, arousal turning the shell-like folds a deep rose.
I’m a sadist, so I smile as I watch her squirm. “Want some relief?”
She nods frantically.
“I’m going to let you earn your reward.” I remove my jeans and kneel on the bed, up beside her head. “Make me feel good.”
I straddle her head and carefully feed her my cock. If her health was back to a hundred percent, I’d face fuck her. And make her hold a vibrator to her clit, and punish her when she grew distracted by her own arousal. I’d make her practice until she could suck me perfectly.
Something to look forward to.
This time I make her do the work, looking down at her as she cranes her head to bob up and down on my cock. She transforms her driving need into a desire to please me, and I revel in her abject service. Until she swallows me so far down she gags.
“Slowly, sweetheart,” I lean back. The pained, eager noises escaping her throat make my cock jerk. She’s not the only one aching to cum.
“You want me to fuck you?”
She nods with my cock still in her mouth.
I pull out of her mouth, even though my balls are screaming for release. “Maybe later. If you’re good.”
I slide off the bed and go back to massaging her tense body. This time it does nothing to calm her. Grinning, I lean close and blow on her sex.
“Uhn, Logan, it’s too much!”
“Poor baby.” I’m hard as a steel pipe. It’s hard to walk away from the bed back to my box of toys, but I manage. Her head snaps my direction when I turn on the vibrator.
“Let’s see how much you can take.”
She whimpers when I order her not to cum, but she still does her best. I take pity on her, somewhat, and start on the lowest setting. But I don’t keep it there for long. I slowly increase the tempo of the vibrations, until her breath comes in shocked hitches, until a deep flush roams down the valley between her breasts.
“Please,” she whispers, and it becomes a chant. “Please, please, please.” She’s so close, her toes are curling and her head thrashes back and forth.
I toss the vibrator away and mount her. There's a slight tingle on my cock as the oil coats it. Worth it to sink balls deep inside her.
Daphne sighs and clamps her legs around me. Her pussy clamps on my cock.
I pull the blindfold off. The half-hazy, half-frantic look in her eyes almost sets me off. I cup her face and kiss her, drinking deep of her until I’m lost in her mouth.
I grip her hair and break away. A sweat breaks out over me as I slowly dip in and out of her sweet channel. We’re face to face, so close our breath mingles.
“You will marry me. One day,” I vow.
Her lips part but she doesn’t say anything. Her eyes are unfocused, so I wait for her to return to me, continuing to ease out and in of the perfection of her body.
She winds a hand around my neck, her nails biting my skin. I pull all the way out and slam back into her, making us both groan. My orgasm rises, a great rush of pleasure spreading its wings over me and I thrust faster and faster, chasing it. Daphne’s channel squeezes my cock, impossibly tight. Any tighter and we’ll be joined forever.
“Next time you’ll say yes,” I pant in her ear.
She’s breathless but pert as she retorts, “Next time, you should actually ask.”
I speed my thrusts and our laughter turns to gasps. We’re still smiling as we go over together.
Eleven
Daphne
I’m in dreamland, riding a wooden horse while wearing a huge white dress, frantically trying to get to Logan so I can marry him—but every time he comes into view, the Merry-Go-Round swings me away before I can say ‘I do.’
Then “Mambo No. 5” breaks into my dream and shatters it, pulling me awake.
I roll over and grab my phone, answering it with a half audible, “Hello?”
“Daphne, darling, how are you?” Armand trills in my ear. “Did I wake you?”
“It’s okay.” I push my hair back from my face. Yesterday I left Logan at the altar. But not really, since he never asked me to marry him in the first place. Compounded by the awkwardness of him inviting all our friends. We made up but I still haven’t dealt with the fallout.
Armand is prattling in my ear like it never happened. “I’m calling to share the good news, darling. I’m expanding into New Rome, opening seven new locations.”
I make appropriate happy noises. I’m still waking up.
“I have a new investor. Just listen to his name: Sebastian St. James. Doesn’t it just scream wealth and power?”
I murmur my agreement, but I only understand half of what he’s saying.
“I nearly swooned when I met him,” Armand continues. “So stern and handsome. But young.” A pause, and then he adds, “You must meet him.”
“Uh, no,” I say quickly. Is Armand seriously matchmaking right now? “I think I’m good with the one I got.”
“Are you now?” Armand’s tone is so offhand, I know he’s super interested.
“Yes. Definitely. Logan is the man for me. Speaking of which,” I close my eyes as my stomach knots in embarrassment. “Uh, I’m sorry you came to my wedding...and it never happened.”
“It’s no problem, girl. I’m always happy to plan a wedding.”
I wince. I hadn’t realize he’d planned the whole thing. When I say so, he laughs.
“Your wedding, when it happens, will be the event of the year. I will make it so.”
“Uhh, thanks,” I make a mental note to elope if I ever want to say ‘I do.’ “Is Cora mad? She and her husband came all this way, and—”
“Don’t worry about that. Cora of all people understands what it’s like to be held captive by the man you love,” he says, which is not really an answer.
I frown into the phone. “Logan isn’t holding me captive.”
“Isn’t he?”
“All right, sorta. But...he isn’t holding me against my will.” Not really. Not any more. “He didn’t capture me. He saved me.”
There’s a long silence where he digests my words, and I feel relief at the life I escaped. I’m not CEO of my father’s company anymore, and so much has changed, but at least I’m living life on my terms.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better. It’s one day at a time. Tell me more about your new spa.” He happily changes the subject and we chat easily for a few more minutes. He jokes a few more times about planning my wedding as the “event of a lifetime.”