Of course, I don’t have to fall in love with Mia. I can just enjoy her. Falling in love is where I went wrong. That was a fucking idiotic thing to do and I should have maintained more control over myself. I was careless and I paid a heavy price. I’ll just be more careful, enjoy all of the perks without giving her any of the power.
I don’t feel good about this decision, but I think I’ll still make it. I need a reminder of why, though. If I’m going to change all my well-crafted plans and cause waves in my own life, this girl needs to remind me why she’s worth it.
I close my laptop, set it aside, and climb from the bed.
Mia glances up at me with questioning eyes.
“Come on,” I tell her.
A bit hesitantly, she puts her papers down on the bed and eases toward the edge. “Where are we going?”
“I need a break,” I say, waiting for her to climb off the bed. “I’m tired of researching Dubai.”
“Dubai? Why are you researching Dubai?”
“Thinking about doing some business there.”
“But you operate in Chicago,” she says, confused.
“Not that kind of business. The other stuff. Maybe I’ll take you there.”
Laughing a little, she says, “What?”
“There’s a mall you’d love,” I tell her, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “It’s an interesting city. The development a single generation can make—well, I can relate to that kind of change.”
Struggling to keep up with my whims, she shakes her head slightly. “We’re traveling together now?”
“I have to go for business anyway—why not take my favorite fuckdoll with me?”
Her eyes narrow at me, but amusement sparkles in the blue depths. “Your only fuckdoll.”
I smile down at her, cupping her face in my hand. She leans into my touch and warmth suffuses my entire being. Everything feels a little bit better now. Something about her is addictive. I don’t just want to touch her, I need to. My fingers skim the smooth planes of her bare body, my blood warming accordingly. She still doesn’t participate, but she doesn’t object to my touch.
I feel like having her mouth around my cock, so I tell her, “Get on your knees.”
She holds my gaze for a moment, then sinks to the floor. I don’t even have to tell her what to do next—she hooks her fingers in the waistband of my pants and drags them down, freeing my cock. She glances up at me again, as if for permission.
Instead of taking her by the hair and fucking her mouth like I want to do, I wait to see what she’ll do on her ow. Her hand tentatively floats up to grasp the base of my cock and she gives it a few soft strokes. Her gaze darts up at me again like she wants direction, but I don’t give it to her. Summoning her own instincts, she grips my cock a little tighter and nuzzles her cheek against it.
Fuck, I like her tenderness.
“Show my cock how much you like it, sweetheart.”
She shouldn’t like it at all, but I can see in her eyes that she relishes my words. Even if my cock should be the bane of her existence, directing her to show it some love makes her want to. My little fuckdoll is very good at following directions.
Flicking another glance up at me, she shifts on her knees and leans her face in, dropping a few kisses along my length. Her tongue follows—a nice, long lick.
“That’s right, just like that. Open that pretty little mouth.”
She does, slowly taking half into the warm, wet paradise. Her soft lips close around me more tightly and she moves her tongue, caressing me as she moves back and forth over my cock. I give her a minute to get her nerve up and take me deeper, but she doesn’t, so I push a hand into her hair and urge her forward. She tries to resist, but not hard. The little sounds of panic she makes send vibrations right to the base of my cock and I groan, letting her pull back to take a breath.
“Sorry,” she says quickly, her eyes watering from her efforts.
“Just relax,” I tell her. “We’re going to try again and I’m not going to stop this time. Take all of it.”
Mia nods her head and I guide her forward again. Now that I’ve warned her, my grip on her is a little firmer as I push my cock into her mouth. She has to commit to it, to desire it. If she’s half-assing, she’s going to keep panicking before she ever takes all of me.
The firm hold works better. Giving her less of a say, telling her to take all of it instead of giving her a choice. Her gag reflex still attempts to stop her, but she has my voice in her head and she chooses to weigh that more heavily than her own body’s natural reflexes. By the time I feel the tip of my cock settle at the back of her throat, she’s stopped trying to pull back. I still keep my grip on her, just in case.