“You can come as much as you’d like. You don’t need to ask.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Becker presses the pad of his thumb to my sensitive bud while I pick up the speed of my hips. His other hand reaches to grab a nipple and he tweaks it between his fingers. My body responds, tightening around his cock. “Fuck, you love it when I play with your nipples.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “More. Please.”
“Always so polite.” He chuckles darkly and before I can respond, I’m flipped over again. “I’d fuck you from behind, but your knees need some reprieve. So this will have to do.”
“My knees are okay.”
He glares at me, a hint of a growl rumbling through his chest. “Who’s in charge here?”
“You are.”
He picks up his pace, pounding into me ruthlessly. My body jerks back with each thrust. It isn’t long before he has me close to the edge. I reach between us and work my clit while he thrusts, and soon my body is tumbling over, into the waves of pleasure. I explode, taking him with me. My back arches and I scream out his name. “Becker! Fuck,fuck.” I dig my nails into his chest, continuing to thrash while he fucks me through my orgasm. “Thank you, Mr. King,” I manage to blurt when I calm down.
His cock twitches in me, his breathing getting heavier. Picking up the pace, he thrusts once, twice, then pulls out and shoots his come on my center.
“You called me Becker,” he laughs after he catches his breath.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay.” His lips are on me, covering me with affectionate kisses, and I melt into the bed. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get you those cuddles.”
Becker wraps my arms around his neck and carries me from the room. He helps me to the bathroom, and then into his bed where he wraps me in his muscular arms. At some point, I happily doze off into a somber sleep, Becker still holding me tightly to him.
This is the best part of being a good girl.
Chapter seven
Becker
Noraisalreadyonthe plane when I step inside. She’s wearing a silky green dress. The straps are thin, and the material clings around her chest. I can tell it’s short, the way it’s riding up her mid-thigh. Her dark hair is pulled out of her face in a loose bun.
She glances up from her phone, smiling brightly when she realizes it’s me. Placing the phone on the table beside her, she stands to greet me. “Hello, Mr. King,” she rasps. Her hands rest on my chest and she kisses my cheek. “How was work?”
“Torture, knowing you were getting ready in my penthouse all morning.” I wrap my hands around her, squeezing her ass and pulling her into me. “You’re a fucking sight.” I push my hardening dick against her to show her just what she does to me.
“You are, too. I’ve never seen such a finer specimen inside of a tuxedo. Can you wear this to the club? I want to watch all the subs drool over you, and then their hearts break when they realize that you’re my Dom and they can’t have you.”
“You really know how to stroke my ego.”
Her eyes twinkle as she looks up at me. “I’m good at stroking.” Her hands grip my dick.
I cup her face in my hands, planting a kiss to her mouth. “You are.” My cock twitches in her hand.
She smirks, continuing to tease me.
“How many hours did you work this week?” I grab her hand and move it away. She follows me to the two seats in the back corner. After I sit down, she sits across from me. The flight attendant has already opened the wine and poured us each a glass. Resting on the table between us is a meal of chicken and broccoli.
She still hasn’t answered as she digs into her plate. I furrow my brows. “How many hours, kitten?”
She chews the inside of her lip. “There was a call out and I had to stay for a second shift. The supervisor cornered me and said if I didn’t, I’d be written up.”
I pick an invisible piece of lint off my pants, my lips pinched. Composing my frustration, I move to adjust the cuff links. “How many hours, Nora?”
Out of my peripheral, she drops her head. “Forty-eight.”