He doesn’t say anything for a long time. He simply holds me as I cry.
Chapter Eight
Without any memory of falling asleep, I wake up in bed and in Trey’s arms. I tense as I remember everything he said.
“I want you to stop right now. Stop thinking. You focus on how good you feel. Answer this one question, don’t think, just yes or no. Do I make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then it’s the only thing that really matters. Come on, I’m taking you home with me. Pack a bag and we’ll pack you up on your next day off.” He moves quickly pulling me up, and settles me on my feet. I’m reeling at his instruction, not at all sure I heard him correctly. “Kate, you do not take care of yourself, and that isn’t going to fly anymore. I take care of the things that belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to you.” The words fly out of my mouth, anything to stop what’s happening.
Throwing his head back, he laughs. “Of course you do, from the first night you were mine, just like I belong to you.” He smacks me on the ass, hard. “Now get your ass in gear. I’m starving, we’ll pick up something on the way home. If you’re good, I’ll let you come without suffering for too long.”
Stunned at his humor and easy acceptance of his feelings, I give up. I’m tired of trying to make sense and arguing with him. For now, his instructions sound achingly appealing, to allow someone else to take control of my fumbling, tortured mind and for me to just sit back and enjoy the ride. There’s also the dark promise of pleasure still to come. After two weeks without him, I’m wet and aching at his words.
I open my large closet and start tossing clothes in a bag.
***
Following him up the stairs, I’m surprised by the large house. I pictured him in a sleek and expensive condo. The home in Lincoln Park, only a few blocks from the pub where we first met, is extremely impressive. Homes in this area run over a million easy, and this is a large, detached three-story brick, so I’m guessing three million. Inside, it’s warm and welcoming. Wood gleams everywhere, and even though it looks like something out of a showroom, there’s the feeling of it being lived in.
He takes my oversized bag and rolling suitcase, he’d tossed into the trunk of his Audi. points me to the kitchen, and hands me the bag of takeout. I’m starving, so I make my way toward the kitchen. Instantly, the kitchen appeals. I would actually want to cook in a kitchen this large and beautiful. Going through the hardwood cabinets, I find plates and set them on the table with the takeout. I’m opening up cartons, ravioli for me and spaghetti with meatballs for Trey, when I look up he’s watching me.
“What?”
“I like seeing you here, that’s all. I’ll grab the silverware, and what do you want to drink?”
Over dinner, our discussion is centered on the house. It’s been in his family for generations. When we finish, he takes me on a tour of the large home. It has six bedrooms and all but one has an en suite bathroom. There’s a wine cellar and movie room in the basement. The tour concludes in a large bedroom at the front of the house. There’s a large picture window that looks down on the quiet street. This is his room. I can smell him here. My eyes run over the huge four-poster king bed, set high off the floor. He takes my hand and pulls me into his arms.
“You have no idea how often I have imagined you here, tied to the bed for me to enjoy for hours upon hours.”
The feel of him hard pressing against me tells me it’s been very often. His phone rings, and we both groan. When he reads the display, he sighs. “I have to take this, and it isn’t going to be quick.” He answers and tells the person to give him a minute. “I unpacked for you. Your stuff is in the walk-in closet and bathroom. I need to go down to my office on the main floor. You stay up here, take a bath, and relax. Give me a half-hour or so.”
***
I’m curled up on the seat of the picture window when he comes back almost two hours later. Not tired in the slightest, I’m reading on my tablet when I look up at his kiss on my forehead.
“I’m going to take a shower real quick.”
I nod and watch as he walks into the bathroom. It’s a large bathroom with two separate vanities and a tub, and a shower the size of the bathroom in my studio.
I pull off my long tee shirt and climb into bed. The cool sheets feel like silk against my heated naked skin. Burrowing into the pillows, I’m growing wet in anticipation of Trey. Since the night he came to the store, my body has been cold. Looking back, I can see he kept me up and out of my mind with pleasu
re because he was afraid it was our last night together. It’s a little weird how easily he reads me, and I want to be annoyed but why bother when it saves us both time?
Cool air hits me as he pulls the covers off me. Looking his eyes are eating me alive.
“Your pussy smells so damn good. I love knowing you’re lying here wet and waiting for me.” When he turns off the overhead lights, I’m surprised, then the lamp on his bedside table goes on. The light is low, yet we can both easily see each other. He’s naked and his cock is hard and leaking. I’m on my knees, and crawl to the edge of the bed.
“I need you in my mouth,” I whisper against his chest, and run my hand down his body. He grabs my wrist before I make it to what I want. “Trey, please.”
“Am I going to have to tie you down tonight? Let me know now, so I don’t have to stop and get ties later.” There isn’t a trace of humor in his voice, he’s serious.
It’s been too long, and I’ll do anything to change his mind. “Trey, every night I would dream of you in my mouth, filling me up with the taste of you. Then I would wake up knowing it was a dream, and I would ache for you. I’m sorry, but I’ve already been paying. Please don’t make me pay any more.”
His blue eyes darken, and his kiss is hungry and desperate. Rolling us back on the bed, he stops when I’m lying on top of him. He lets me go. “If you want my cock, then you can have it.”