ChapterSixteen
The room was still spinning when Sam pushed away the bedsheets and drew Bianca into her from behind, covering the back of her neck with kisses.
I can’t believe this happened again.
No, Sam was lying to herself. She could believe it. When her lust took over, she could lose herself easily. However, letting things get to that point? It had been entirely her doing. She had lowered her guard, allowed herself to be goaded by a spoiled princess with an ass that cried out for spanking.
There was no use fighting it. Because in the end, Sam was weak. She wanted what she wanted. And right now, what she wanted was resting peacefully in her arms.
Bianca turned around and laid her head on Sam’s chest, golden curls spilling over Sam’s naked breasts. She had removed her sports bra at some point during their lovemaking, mostly to relieve the tension across her chest. She was rarely in a hurry to bare her body to the women she slept with. But the effect it had on Bianca had been instantaneous. There was something so delightful about Bianca’s adoration of her body. And right now, Sam was too worn out from exertion to do anything but lie in Bianca’s bed and bask in her attention.
However, it wasn’t long before Bianca pried herself away and stood up from the bed. She sashayed to the other side of the room, still naked, her ass bright pink, making no attempt to cover herself as she bent over to pick up her insulin pump from the chair she had tossed it into.
Sam pushed herself up on her side and watched Bianca reconnect her pump. “Does that hurt?”
“Not this part.” Bianca grabbed her panties and slipped them back on before clipping her pump to the waistband. “Just every few days when I have to change the cannula.”
“I don’t know a lot about it,” Sam said. “Nobody in my family has diabetes.”
Bianca crawled onto her bed, draping herself across Sam’s torso lazily. “It’s not a big deal when it’s all you’ve known for most of your life. I’m used to it. It’s other people who are uncomfortable with it. It’s always a thing when I have sex. My insulin pump really ruins the mood.”
“It definitely didn’t ruin the mood tonight. Or that night in the parking garage. Sure, I noticed it, but it barely registered in my mind. I was a little preoccupied.”
A soft smile grew on Bianca’s face. “That was the first time I’ve ever had sex without it being a big deal. Not that I’ve had a lot…”
Sam wasn’t surprised by that. People as rich as Bianca usually spent their youth partying it up without having to worry about the consequences. That meant sex. Lots of it. But Sam had spent enough time around Bianca and her family to know that she didn’t get to have the usual freedoms that came with her heiress status.
“I just hate how everything always comes back to my ‘condition,’ as my mom calls it,” Bianca continued. “She can’t even say the word ‘diabetes’. And even when I’m far away from my family, I’m always reminded of it. I have to watch what I eat, what I drink, how much exercise I do. One time, I was at a friend’s party in New York City for her birthday. I took off my pump to take a shower, and some bitch thought she was super funny when she stole it and hid it somewhere in my friend’s hotel suite. I had never panicked so much in my life. We found it before anything could happen, but just… why? Why are people so stupid? And why do I have to deal with this? All I’ve ever wanted was to have a normal life.”
“You mean seducing your bodyguard into spanking you isn’t normal?”
“You know what I mean.” Bianca sat up, folding her legs beneath her. “Being the youngest of the family was already bad enough. Apparently, I was a surprise baby, and my mom considered me a make-up kid because Parker wasn’t turning out the way she wanted. Then I was diagnosed with diabetes at a young age. Ever since, my mother has treated me like her doll. She even used to dress me how she wanted. I was too shy to assert my personality in my wardrobe until high school. While my friends were experimenting with makeup and ripping their shirts in half, I was still wearing jumpers and blouses.”
Sam snorted. “Sounds adorable.”
“Stop. I’m trying to tell you something, okay?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Sam wound one of Bianca’s curls around her finger. “I’m listening, I promise.”
“It’s just frustrating. I feel so trapped sometimes. My mom will never let me be my own person. I’ll be forty, she’ll be eighty, and she’ll still be running my life.”
“That kind of dynamic happens a lot when you’re born so late in your mother’s life. I know a few things about that.”
“You do?”
Sam nodded. “My parents didn’t have kids until they moved here. To America, I mean. They had been married for years before that.”
“They came from India, right?”
“Yes. They had fertility treatments in India thirty years ago, but they were easier for my parents to access once they were in America and my dad’s job had insurance that covered it. I was born when my mom was already well into her thirties. She was 40 when she had my little sister.”
“You have a sister?”
“Nisha. She’s a few years older than you, which is weird to think about. She’s going to be getting married soon. I’ve missed out on so much of her life.”
“Because you work so much?”
Sam winced. Of course that was where Bianca’s mind went. It was the obvious conclusion, given what Sam was like. But it wasn’t the right one.