He reaches out and lifts up my shirt and sweater, exposing my breasts, which he begins to fondle with both hands, turning me on even more.
“Play with yourself, angel,” he growls. His words ignite something within me, and I quickly tug my pants down and slip a hand between my thighs.
I’m already soaking. I knew pleasuring him would turn me on, but I didn’t realize just how much.
I moan as my fingers reach my spot, and a jolt of ecstasy shoots through me, so much more intense than when I’m spending time with myself. Never did I think I could do something like this—put myself on display for someone. But when I see Sterling’s eyes looking down at me, filled with hunger, it frees me of all the anxiety I could potentially have and simply encourages me.
My little sensitive bundle of nerves starts to scream as I feel his sex swell even thicker between my cheeks. He’s getting close, and I’m the reason, and there’s no putting into words how incredible that makes me feel.
“You feel so good, Leia, Christ,” he groans. “Now you’re going to swallow my load, all right? Like a good little girl. Because I’m going to come.”
I try to moan, “Me too,” but I don’t know if he got the message. I hope so, because I’m right on the edge, and as he threads his fingers through my hair and holds me tight, burying his inches right down my throat, I go over the edge.
His cock flexes, and his cum sprays as my entire body goes rigid from my orgasm tearing through me. I press two fingers down between my legs, holding the pressure there as I swallow as quickly as I can.
Sterling’s thick, meaty manhood unleashes a torrent of seed over my tongue and down the back of my mouth so salty and sweat that I wish I could fully smile as I accept it all. But there’s only so much I can do as we both come together.
I feel as though we’re crossing some invisible plane together that takes us to the next stage of our relationship together.
Relationship…
The word just slipped into my mind naturally. I don’t even think of this man as my captor anymore—he’s so much more than that.
I wake up to see the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life looking down on me.
It takes me several seconds to shake off the grog of sleep, but then I remember and smile up at Sterling, who’s standing over me holding a plate in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other.
“Breakfast in bed?”
“Aren’t you sweet?” I smile. “How…how did I even end up here last night?”
Sterling chuckles and takes a seat beside me. “Don’t remember? You passed out in my arms on the couch after we did a bit more decorating and had a little eggnog.”
I place a hand on my head and think, and slowly it starts to come back to me.
After our little bit of fun together, we went over to the couch and had some eggnog by the fire. I hung a little bit of tinsel over the mantle, which Sterling loved and said made the whole house a lot more festive, and then I came back and curled up in his arms. After that, I must have fallen asleep.
“You carried me upstairs?” I ask. He nods, his face warm and his expression so comforting in a way that makes me feel so secure here. Ever since my mom left my dad, and with my dad’s constant gambling addiction, I’ve been used to relying on myself for most things. But Sterling makes me feel like I could put my life in his hands and not worry.
“And made me breakfast.” I smile, sitting up as he hands me a fork. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve had breakfast in bed.”
“Well, there’s an ulterior motive behind it, I have to confess,” Sterling tells me.
“Oh, yeah? You want a morning blow job? Because you don’t have to make me breakfast if you want one of those. You just have to ask.”
Sterling laughs and shakes his head. “No, no. We’ve been ‘invited’ to the yearly Esposito Christmas party. It’s today.”
“And by ‘invited’ you mean we have to go.”
Sterling nods. “Right.”
“Well, I’ll be your date, sir,” I reply with an exaggerated bowing of my head. “But I’ve got nothing to wear.”
“Ah,” Sterling says as he gets to his feet. He steps out the door for a moment and comes back carrying the most gorgeous red dress I’ve ever seen in my life on a hanger. “Picked this up before I made breakfast. Had Mary help me out. I’m pretty sure it’s your size. What do you think? You like it?”
8
Sterling
Seated beside me in the car, Leia looks like a model flown over from Milan. The red dress fits her perfectly, and beneath it, she’s wearing the set of black lingerie I bought for her at Mary’s shop for when I undress her later.