“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Let’s go into business together. Let’s combine our talents and take over the world.”
“World dominance? With cake and car repairs? Are you sure about that?”
“Cherry, believe me, this could be huge.”
I couldn’t help but glance at the bulge in his boxer briefs as he said the word huge. I’d never seen a cock as big as Edison’s before.
“So you want to be business partners?” I wanted so much more than that, but I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Should I share my feelings or just take whatever I could get with this man?
“We’ll eat cake for breakfast.”
“Every day?”
He pulled me onto my bed. His dick was hard again, and I revelled in the steel of it against my soft stomach.
“Cherry, I’ll eat you for breakfast. What do you say?”
“I mean, I have a concept, and it’s fundamentally different from yours.” I didn’t mean to be difficult, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to just nod my head and do whatever he said. I wasn’t that kind of person.
“Someone will manage the merger. We’ll have them draw up the finer points. The point is, I want you in my life.” He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes.
“Eddie, you don’t even live here. In Springfield, I mean. And you’re in the magazines for being a bachelor and in Forbes for crying out loud. The Lace Garage is just my little dream. I really like you, but I don’t know you that well yet.”
He kissed me so hard it took my breath away, like he wanted to kiss away my doubts, imploring me to have faith in him. He pushed me back on the bed and spread my thighs with his knees.
“I want to taste you, Cherry, and I’d appreciate it if you’d shut up.”
I bit my lower lip as my body warm at his threat. I saw his smile. I knew he just wanted to make love and forget all the seriousness.
Edison jerked my leg down and twisted it, rolling me to my side. He slapped my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
“Ouch!” I screamed as the smack resounded through my room.
“I will spank you even harder if you don’t trust me to take care of you! I want you, Cherry, and I get what I want. How do you think I’m standing where I am now?”
I blew air through my lips to scoff at him, and he smacks my butt—hard. Yet as jarring as the spankings were, my body apparently loved them. I was so wet and ready for Edison that I’d gone and stained the bed covers.
He flicked my nipples, and I nearly screamed; it scared me how much my body responded to his doling out of physical pain. I didn’t think I wanted it, but when it happened, I did.
Eddie sprang from the bed and searched through his pile of clothes. He pulled out the tie that so beautifully matched the fabric of my dress.
“Grab the headboard, Cherry. This is what you get when you’re disagreeable.”
Disagreeable? He expected me to just say yes to whatever hypothetical plan he suggested?
Edison bound my hands to the headboard after wrapping my wrists together. He flicked my nipples again, and I writhed on the bed, unable to defend myself with my hands. Then he reached between my legs and dipped his hand in my arousal, spreading the lubrication from front to back and everywhere in between. When he removed his hand, he brought two wet fingers to my mouth.
“Open,” he said. Then Eddie shoved those two wet fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I sucked without complaint. I was afraid of getting spanked. There were heated welts on my backside that still stung with his slap. He thrust his fingers deep until I nearly gagged at the them touching the back of my throat.
“Now, beg me to eat you out.”
Oh Jesus. I’d have to swallow all my pride for this. Again, my body was more forward than my mind, flooding with even more arousal at his demands.
“Please, suck me,” I said. My voice shook. I felt so vulnerable with my hands tied.
“Please suck what, Cherry?”
“My pussy.”
“Please suck my pussy…”
“Daddy,” I whispered. My entire body flooded with the heat of humiliation and desire so entwined together, they were now indistinguishable from one another. I turned my head to the side in embarrassment, and Edison grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. His grip on my cheek and chin burned with sweet aggression. My upturned nipples were pebbled, begging for his attention.
“Good girl,” he said as he held my face still.
Then he lowered his mouth agonizingly slow to my nipple. He pulled it between his lips and tugged until my head swam with desire. I was afraid I’d come without him even touching me between my legs. He tortured the other nipple until I could do nothing but undulate on my bed, my muscles grasping and clenching at nothing, my body arching up to meet air. When he finally moved down my belly, his stubble dragged on the soft skin of my stomach and thighs.