“I can live with that.” I beam at him. I’m willing to be owned by Bobby Manghini. To play his game. Not out of financial desperation this time but because I choose it.
Bobby starts the car. “Let’s get you back to your apartment,” he says. “I’m pretty desperate to make things up to you in a way that will make you forget everything that was wrong about this day.”
I smile. “I’m pretty desperate for that, too.”
* * *
Bobby
The moment we get into the bedroom at the apartment, I claim Lexi’s mouth, twisting my lips over hers as I walk her backward to the bed.
“I missed you.” I climb over her. It feels so incredible to have her in the apartment again. To touch her soft skin. Breathe in her scent.
I pull up her shirt and tug down the cup of her bra to tease her nipple with my tongue. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” I swirl my tongue over the pebbled tip, coaxing my knee between her legs, rocking my hips over hers.
I flick my tongue over the tip of her nipple then suck it deeply into my mouth before releasing it abruptly and grazing it with my teeth.
Lexi gasps at the hint of pain, then moans when I return to pleasuring her. I stroke down her belly, slipping inside the front of her slacks and panties where I curl a finger inside her.
Lexi wraps her arms around my neck, arching against me. I groan and yank her pants down, pulling them off her legs and tossing them to the floor. I slip her shirt off next, leaving her in nothing but a black lacy bra and panties. I sit back and drink in the sight of her. That lush body begging me to do bad things to it. This feels like a holy event, worthy of praising God or falling to one’s knees.
I unbuckle my belt and draw it through the loops, then wrap it around Lexi’s wrists. I secure her to the bedpost then draw down her panties and part her legs. I lick into her, exploring her soft folds, taking my time until she’s moaning and writhing, tugging against her bonds.
I slide a finger inside her at the same time I cup her breast, making her writhe beneath me. Then I push two fingers into the hilt, my thumb hitting finding her clit. She rolls her hips to take me deeper, mewling with pleasure. I withdraw my fingers and sit back, yanking off my suit jacket and removing my pants and boxer briefs and rolling on a condom
I should slow down, but I can’t. I need her as desperately as Lexi seems to want me. I roll her hips to the side and dip my index finger into her pussy, coating it with her natural lubrication, then pull her cheeks apart and find her anus. I give her little time to adjust to the idea before I insist, breaching her tight hole and finger-fuck her there.
Her moan sounds wanton, and her eyes hold that pre-climactic look of panic. I reach up to unbuckle the belt binding her wrists.
“Get up,” I command. “You climb on top.”
She moves slowly, looking disoriented, already lost to passion and submission. I guide her to straddle me, shuddering when her moist heat envelopes my cock. I grip her ass to encourage a gliding rhythm.
She looks wild, her hair falling across her face, her breasts spilling out of her bra, her expression one of animalistic need. I keep the pace, though I know she's desperate to come.
I get a finger in her ass again and her core tightens around my cock. She clenches her teeth and lets out a continuous, low squeal, and I pull her harder, shoved deep inside her until she breaks, holding her tight to me while plunging my finger in and out of her ass.
“Now, Lexi!”
She screams, a sound from deep in her throat, her vaginal muscles squeezing my length until we both ride out our orgasms.
Easing my finger from her ass, I pull her down on top of me, holding her as we both catch our breaths.
When the beating of her heart against my chest slows, she lifts her head. “I love you.”
My lids droop. Hearing the sweet words from Lexi’s lips was even better than the sex. Why had I resisted emotional attachment in a relationship? I’d been denying myself the full package. Making Lexi mine–owning her–because that’s what is hot to me–is more than a physical arrangement. It’s about holding her heart.
Taking delicate-fucking care of her sweet, sensitive soul.
It’s about giving it all, so I can have it all.
“I love you so fucking much,” I growl, rolling her to her back to kiss the hell out of her.
Epilogue
Janine and Juliana help me pick it out, one of them driving the car over to the apartment and the other following to transport home.
“We don’t get to stay and watch when you give it to her?”