Chapter 20
LILA
Being unemployed isn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be.
Maybe because I still have a good stream of money coming in from the feet pictures and underwear sales.
I’ve stepped those both up and was surprised to see the demand increased as well.
It means more weird requests. I don’t know what’s wrong with these men but I’m not above exploiting it.
I thought I’d be a nervous mess, but it’s been three weeks since I was fired and I’m feeling good.
It could be because things are going well and faster than I anticipated with Planet Playland.
The electric problem turned out to be an easy fix and Row’s crew is already halfway finished with the remodeling.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt my mood that I’m coming home to a handful of orgasms every night.
I’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. I’m up and out the door early.
My day is spent working at my building. Either Sutton or I make dinner and Amos joins us before heading off to work for the night.
Sutton leaves after dinner to work on his property, and I use that time to take my pictures and package up my underwear to ship.
When he returns, we relax, watch TV or whatever, then screw each other’s brains out and go to sleep.
It works out, and thankfully, there haven’t been any more close calls since the night we hid in the closet.
Amos has been home more on the weekends, and Mandy sometimes stays the night with him.
I’m glad to see it. The four of us hang out, have some drinks.
It’s been a lot of fun and not as awkward as I expected, considering what Sutton and I are doing the second we’re alone.
I’m heading home early today because my back is killing me.
A dull headache thumps behind my eyes from listening to the constant banging and drilling.
Why is a drill the worst sound in the world if you aren’t the one holding it?
My head will be fine after some quiet and ibuprofen but I’ve really strained my back redoing the tile and painting the cabinets in the little upstairs apartment.
It was worth it. I’ll be able to move in soon.
Amos and Mandy are on their way out the door when I get home. “Hey, we’re going to grab dinner at Charlie’s Grill before I head to work,” Amos says. “Do you want to come with us?”
“No thanks. I have a date with a hot bath and a glass of wine.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Mandy says.
Amos gives me a nod. “We just walked Dusty and gave him his dinner. See you tomorrow.” Mandy wraps her hand around his bicep and grins up at him as they walk to his car.
I’m grateful Dusty is taken care of and after spending a few minutes playing with him, I grab my clothes and head for the bath.
It takes about thirty minutes for me to realize it isn’t going to help this time.
By the time I get out and dress, my headache is gone but my upper back and shoulders are a misery.
Sutton taps on my bedroom door while I’m taking a quick picture wearing only the lace panties that a customer requested. He stops short with a wicked grin. “I got here right in time.”
“You did actually. Do me a favor.” I hand him my phone. “Record me walking down the hall, just from the shoulders down.” I grab my shirt and step into the hall. He’s taken a few pictures and videos for me before and doesn’t hesitate.
After he captures my bare back and ass clad in the tiny underwear, I have him record from my navel down on my walk back. My breasts are in his hands the second we’re done. “Whatever you’re charging, it isn’t enough. You look good enough to eat.” His hand slides down between my legs.
“Not tonight. I hurt my back.”
He withdraws his hand and runs them both lightly over my back instead. “Did you overdo it?”
“I guess so. A hot bath and ibuprofen usually help, but not this time.” His brow furrows as he watches me wince while I put on my shirt.
Moving my arms hurts. “I had to get this done before I lie down with a heating pad. He paid an extra four hundred dollars for me to mail them by tomorrow. Can you believe that?”
He chuckles, running his gaze down my body. “Yes I can. You could nickname your asshole Rusty and make it talk in an accent and men would pay to watch it.”
“Shut up.” I can’t help but laugh while I put on my shorts, then pull my heating pad out of the closet. He disappears for a minute, returns, and plucks the heating pad out of my hands. “What are you doing?”
“Helping. I’m a pro with back pain. Where does it hurt?”
“My upper back and shoulders. My neck is getting sore too. It’s fine. I just need to rest.”
“Yes, you do. After a backrub. Come in the living room.” He catches my wrist and I hesitate. Don’t get me wrong, a backrub sounds great but I also know what it’s usually code for with men.
“I’m not having sex tonight.”
His frown is instant. “I’m not trying to fuck you. Would you just trust me?”
“Alright,” I sigh. “But if you start trying to make my asshole talk, we’re going to have problems.”
A smile crawls across his face. “Noted. Now, how do you feel about edibles?”
“They usually hit me hard and knock me out so I’m all for it tonight.”
“Good. Be right back.” He grabs a gummy from his room while I get a bottle of water to wash it down. He plugs in the heating pad, sits back in the oversized recliner, and pats the seat between his legs. “Sit down.”
“Why are you being so nice?”
“I’m always nice to you.”
“You annoy me on purpose,” I point out, perching on the edge of the chair in front of him. “Infiltrating my video game and trying to trick me into drinking out of the toilet cup.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me back until I’m sitting comfortably between his legs. His low chuckle lands in my ear. “Yeah, but you love it.”
Before I can argue, he starts massaging the back of my neck. “Is that too hard?”
“No, that feels good.” We’re both silent as he continues. His hands feel amazing on my poor sore muscles. He moves slowly, kneading the back of my neck as he moves up. His fingertips press into the ridge at the base of my skull and I let out a satisfied hum.
When he works his way back down and pauses to lift my shirt, I don’t hesitate to take it off. His hands are big and warm. So soothing. I don’t know if it’s the massage or the edible kicking in but my shoulders relax, and I close my eyes, letting myself enjoy it.
“Can you feel that gummy?”
“It’s definitely helping.”
He continues rubbing down my back, and around my shoulder blades until he hits a spot that makes me jerk. The sudden pain steals my breath for a second.
“Sorry,” he says softly. His gentle kiss on my shoulder is sweet and reassuring as he presses lightly around the area. “That’s where you’re knotted up.”
“Yeah, that’s the worst spot.” My voice has become a whisper. This suddenly feels so intimate. It’s a crazy thought considering all the things we’ve done, but this is different.
“Let’s put the heat there for a few minutes then come back and see if it’ll loosen up.” I expect him to get up and let me hold the heat pad on it. Instead, he pops the foot of the chair out and reclines it a little bit.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable. Here.” He wraps the heat pad in my shirt and presses it to the sore spot. “Lean back.” The pad is tucked between his chest and my bare back as he wraps his arms around me. My head rests on his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” I mumble, debating whether to get up.
“Does this hurt?”
“No, but don’t you think this feels a little…I don’t know, cuddly?” The edible is definitely stealing my communication skills.
Amusement wavers in his voice. “You let me lick every inch of you, but my arms around you is too much?”
It makes me giggle. “You’re holding me on your lap with my tits out, not just putting your arms around me, but I get your point.”
He reaches for the throw blanket draped over the edge of the couch and pulls it over me. “Better?”
It’s actually more cuddly this way but it’s getting harder to care. “Mm hmm. I’m a little high.” My mind goes back to the night he was passed out in this recliner. “Like you were when you took too much Benadryl and started dirty talking in your sleep.”
His eyebrows leap up as he looks down at me. “I did what?”
“You opened your eyes, said I was sexy and you could make me come so good, then went back to snoring.”
His chest rumbles with a laugh. “Well, that was your fault. After I heard you through the wall making yourself come, I kept dreaming about it.”
I’m not sure how to respond to that, and I’m quiet until he speaks up again. “I thought about your stance on butt stuff and I’m ready to negotiate.”
That’s not where I expected the conversation to go. “Really? Are you thinking six inch or eight inch strap-on?”
“Very funny. You said plug. Very tiny plug that I will wear for thirty minutes, then I get posterior privileges.”
Here’s the thing. I want to. I know a lot of women don’t enjoy anal, but I do. I don’t do it very often because it’s hard to trust a guy to stop when I want to stop. But Sutton isn’t that type. Still, I can’t let him off too easy. “Small plug for one hour.”
“Fine, but you have to wear one for that hour too, and then I get to bend you over.”
“Deal. I’ll go toy shopping.”
My phone beeps from the end table, and he hands it to me. I’m surprised to see a missed call and voicemail from Trunchbull. I haven’t heard a peep from her and there’s no reason she should be calling me now.
“It’s my ex boss. What the hell does she want?”
Unless I get up, he’s probably going to overhear the voicemail, and I don’t really care, so I let it play on speaker.
She launches into a tirade immediately. “I have had enough of this! I’ve had this phone number for over ten years and I’m not changing it because of your sickening behavior.
Stop sending me those vile, disgusting pictures or I will involve the authorities.
” She huffs like an angry bull before the recording cuts off.