Cora stands, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her, leading me across the roof.
“What are you doing?”
“Being careful,” she says in a sing-song voice.
She leads me to a screen used for changing. There are several of them lined up against the wall of the building, and it looks like she chooses one at random. She pulls it closed behind us—mostly.
I raise an eyebrow. “Fucking you here wouldn’t exactly be careful. I know how loud you can get now.”
“I think this will depend more on how loud you can get,” she says with a grin. And then Cora sinks to her knees in front of me, and I think I’m going to pass out because there’s no blood left in my body or my brain, it’s all gone straight to my cock and my balls, and that’s completely obvious from the way my trunks are stretching forward. They’re not exactly built for discretion.
Her fingers creep into my waistband. “Tell me. Have you imagined me like this? On my knees for you?”
“Yes.” God knows I have. I’ve imagined ordering her that way, and watching her comply, no matter who was around.
“Have you imagined my mouth?”
I weave my fingers into her hair. “I have. I’ve jerked off thinking about my cock stretching that pretty mouth, and about what my cum would look like on your lips.”
She has my bathing suit around my ankles, fingers gripping the base of my cock, stroking up and down. “Well, Mr. Foster, what do you want me to do?”
She’s daring me, knowing that there are people right on the other side of that screen. That I can choose to take this elsewhere or do nothing. But she knows what we both want, and she’s telling me to make a choice. She’s offering it to me instead of taking it. That surge of primal power flows through me again, and I let it all go, the worry and the fear of potential shame or discovery. This isn’t about that, this is about us.
“Suck it.”
Cora grins. “One thing you should know, is that bad girls are very good at this.”
She takes me into her mouth in one smooth stroke and I stifle a groan. I’m not small by any means, and she swallows my cock with an ease I’ve never seen, sinking down almost to the hilt like she was made for it. “Christ,” I mutter under my breath. The vibrations from her laughter steal whatever breath I have left, and I have to close my eyes.
I watch Cora’s lips suck against my skin, stretched around my shaft just like I pictured it, and I think it might the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her tongue circles me, stroking the tip and down all the way to the base and back. My fingers are still in her hair and I find myself holding on, gripping her tighter, pulling her closer as she takes me in.
The rhythm she sets is brutal, and I know that this can’t last long. I’ve been thinking of her all day, waiting for this moment to be with her, and I’m so close. Fuck. Cora releases me from her mouth, instead using that talented tongue on my balls. I can’t move, can’t breathe, because it feels so fucking amazing and I can’t hold back the moan that comes from my throat.
Using that hand I pull her mouth back to my shaft, guiding her down. I weave my other hand into her hair and suddenly she’s the one who’s still and I’m the one moving. I’m pushing deeper into her throat, and every time she swallows it feels like a goddamn miracle. Her eyes are looking into mine, and they’re bright with excitement. She loves this, loves being on her knees for me while I fuck her mouth, her throat.
God, I’m so close I can barely control myself. Cora takes one final breath and dives back onto my cock, taking me all the way. Her throat spasms around me and I’m a done. Pleasure explodes from the base of my spine, and my cock jerks inside her as I come. But she doesn’t stop, and another wave of pleasure rocks through me as I feel my balls touch her chin and that delicate tongue licking my skin. Fucking hell, I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life. It feels like forever until I’m spent inside her and she leans back, releasing my cock with a wet sound that is pure, raw sex.
I stare at her, and she grins. Never before has a woman leveled me like this. My whole body is numb in the aftermath of that orgasm. If it weren’t for the wall behind my back, I’m sure that I would not be standing. Cora licks her lips, and it’s enough to make my cock stiffen again. She laughs. “Ready for more?”
“Yes.” My voice is so hoarse it sounds like I haven’t spoken in a week.
There’s a soft scrape on pavement and I look up and lock eyes with a man standing at the edge of the screen. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there, but since Cora is still on her knees and my trunks are still around my ankles, he’s seen enough. “Sorry,” he mutters, and walks away quickly. I think I’ve seen him around the building—maybe at the gym—and I’m concerned he might know who I am. I’m sure that at least some of the population of this apartment building have been asked by journalists for information about me. That’s what happens when you’re as rich as I am.
“Well,” Cora says, “I didn’t know we had an audience. If I’d known I would have put on more of a performance.”
“I’d say the performance was pretty damn good.”
Her cheeks turn a shade of pink that I recognize from when I was spanking her. “Thank you. If we go back to your apartment, there might be an encore that’s better than the matinee.”
“That can be arranged,” I say, pulling up my trunks. “Let’s get out of here.”
6
W e retrieve our towels from the chaise lounge and she follows me back to my place. I push open the door for her and get a blast of the air conditioning. “I think that’s the best trip to the pool that I’ve had in years. Would you like something to drink?”
“Just water for now,” she says, leaning against the bar in my kitchen.
I pour her a glass and think. Words have been forming in my head, and I’m not sure they’re the right ones, but I’ve got to try. “Before we go any further, and I can’t think because I’m overwhelmed by the sex, I think we should talk.”
“About what?”
“About this,” I say, gesturing between us. “This dynamic that we have.”
She raises an eyebrow and flips her hair over her shoulder, making sure my eyes follow the movement. “Don’t you like it?”
“I do. But I’ve never done anything like this, and I think we should each get the chance to say exactly what we want. Then maybe we can decide if we need to set some rules.”
“Ever the businessman.”
I chuckle. “I like knowing the rules. I like knowing where the line is so I can judge when and where crossing it is okay.”
I come around the bar to stand next to her, and she pouts. “I thought we came up here to have sex.”
“We’ll get to that,” I say softly, placing my hand behind her neck and ti
lting her face upward so she’s looking me in the eye. “But first I’m going to tell you what I want, and you’re going to tell me.”
“Okay.” Her pulse speeds up under my thumb, and I get a deep satisfaction from knowing that she gets aroused just by being near me.
I wait for a moment, holding her gaze so that I know she’s really listening before I start to speak. “I want you to do what I say, without question. If I tell you I want you to bend over and spread your legs, you don’t ask why, you just do it. I want you to trust that when I ask you to do something, I’m not trying to hurt you or humiliate you. When we’re having sex, or you think I might be commanding you, I want you to call me Mr. Foster or Sir.” I watch her pupils dilate as I speak, taking in my expectations for her. “Now tell me,” I say. “What do you want?”
“That,” she says breathlessly, and I feel her swallow, “I want that. And I want you to punish me. Every day, whenever you feel like it, punish me.”
“I’ll punish you if you’re a bad girl,” I say, smiling.
“I told you already, I’m always a bad girl.”
There’s that challenge again. I can see it in her eyes, the desire to play with me. And now that we’ve defined this, I know exactly what she wants and what she’ll let me do. It’s a heady feeling, this control. It’s not unlike when I make a risky business decision that ends up working out—it’s the same kind of high.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I stare at her until she drops her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
I release my hold on her and step away. “My bedroom is back there. Take that off and get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
She doesn’t hesitate, and I turn to watch her hips swing as she leaves. “Cora. If you need me to stop, or something makes you uncomfortable, call me by my first name.”