She obeys at once and just in time. I grunt as I come, spraying onto her tongue. I aim my cock lower as more pours out from the tip, letting the rest splash onto her face and tits. I push my way into her mouth as she sucks the last drops from me.
“Good girl,” I say, helping her to her feet. “Now that’s not coming off you until we’re back in my car.”
“You’re not serious,” she says, licking around her lips. “Look at me.”
“You’re mine,” I say. “You do what I tell you.”
I help her get dressed, leaving her blouse open so her cum soaked cleavage is on display. I slide back the curtain once she’s dressed, taking the clothes she’s picked over to the counter.
She hangs back from me, facing a rack of dresses while I pay. As the clothes are rung up, it hits me. Of course. How could I not see it before? I know exactly what I need to do now and how to do it.
“Come on,” I tell her once I’ve got the bags in one hand. “Let’s go.”
I slip my free hand into hers, leading her out of the store to where my car’s waiting outside. She stops next to it, looking like she might dart straight into it. Then she turns to face me, watching as I nod approval at her. She smiles, pushing her chest out. People are walking past. A couple glance at her, not sure what they’re seeing.
Her courage wanes, and she vanishes into the car while I load the bags into the trunk. I climb into the driver's seat, turning to look at her as she grins back at me. “How do I let you talk me into these things?” she asks, shaking her head.
“Because you’re as dirty as me, at heart,” I reply, passing her some wipes from the glove box. “Now you can clean yourself.”
Chapter Fifteen
Natalie
* * *
The ambulance is parked outside my place when we get back. The lights aren’t flashing but the back door’s open. Inside, Eileen’s on a stretcher, an oxygen mask wrapped around her face, her eyes are closed.
“What happened?” I ask, leaning into the back as the paramedic straps a blood pressure monitor to her arm.
Cara appears next to me. “Let them do their thing,” she says, pulling me away. I turn to face her as she gives me a hug. “She’ll be all right,” she says.
“What happened?”
I glance across at Angelo. He’s leaning against the hood of his car, watching all this in silence, a phone glued to his ear.
“I came around to talk to you about something and I found her on the floor in the kitchen. It looks like she fainted and hit the side of her head. They’re taking her in as a precaution.”
“Is she conscious?”
“In and out. She thinks they’re making a big fuss about nothing.”
“She’s worried about the cost.”
“Now’s not the time to be worrying about that. She could have really hurt herself. She told me off for calling the ambulance.”
It drives off a minute later, leaving us all standing in the dark outside the house. “I should go with her,” I say but Cara’s already taken my hand and is leading me into the house.
“She didn’t want to spoil your night,” she says, guiding me through the open door into the lounge. She sits me on the couch and then turns away. “I’ll make some coffee.”
Angelo appears as she heads into the kitchen. “I’ve spoken to the hospital,” he says. “They’ll be in touch with me as soon as she arrives with an update. Are you all right?”
“I should be with her.”
“You’d only be in the way. Trust me.”
“Trust you? What do you know about having a roommate recovering from chemo?”
“I’ve been in hospitals frequently. There isn’t once where you’re not just getting in the way while they do their thing. According to the report the paramedics sent on ahead, it’s a simple concussion. She’ll be fine.”