He reaches up, covers my mouth, then flicks faster while sucking my clit.
There's no ability to hold anything back. My eyes roll, and I convulse hard against the crystal, squirting my juices, which I've never experienced before.
Riggs doesn't let up.
It's so intense, I can't keep my hands still and put them back in his hair. I cry out, "I can't take anymore."
"Then use your safe word," he taunts, sticking his finger up my ass and nibbling my clit.
"Riggs! Please!" I beg.
He sucks, and another rush of adrenaline annihilates my cells.
It becomes a vicious cycle. Riggs makes me come, and I tell him I can't take anymore. He reminds me I have a safe word, but I never use it.
When he finally stops, there's a pool of my juices all over the top of the piano. He rises, wipes his forearm across his mouth, then says nothing, leaving the room.
I slowly sit up, trying to catch my breath.
He returns with a pair of joggers and a T-shirt on. His keys are in his hand.
"Don't leave," I plead.
"A deal's a deal. If you're frustrated, dig into it for your inspiration. Time's running out, pet. Get your shit done," he orders, then leaves me naked and still quivering on the piano.
Something in me snaps. I barely sleep for several days. All I think about is Riggs, and I can't stop writing.
Somehow, it's like he knows when I'm done. Four days pass, and I have a notebook of lyrics, along with some of the chords. I get a text.
Riggs: How many songs have you written?
Me: Six. Will you come home now?
Riggs: Put on the blue dress. No panties.
Me: Why?
Riggs: I'll pick you up for dinner at eight. Be ready.
I don't ask any more questions. Riggs picks me up, and it's like nothing has happened, as if he never left. We go to dinner, and it feels like a date. He even lets me kiss him all night. Several times, he initiates it. But in the back of my mind, I remind myself to be careful.
There is no normalcy with Riggs. And eventually, this will all end. Somehow, I need to figure out how to let him go.
22
Riggs
One Month Later
"I'm being hacked! All my personal accounts and the bank freezes aren't working!" Hugh declares over the phone.
My grin grows wider. I utilize my most concerned voice. "Are the business accounts safe?"
"George confirmed there's no breach," he states.
Fucking liar.
I continue, "That's good to hear."