30. Brady
Brady
“Big tough guy?” I stand at the edge of the bed so I’m looming over her. I can show her big tough guy.
My cock strains against my sweatpants as Cora lies wantonly before me.
She knows what she’s doing, wearing that sexy red dress I gave her.
Cutting it short to make it even hotter.
Her strategy is so blatantly obvious I should be offended.
She’s as good as me at this game. Her techniques should be subtler.
As I watch her slide her hand down her stomach, about to play with her needy pussy, the realization hits me even harder.
She’s as good as me at this game.
And she wants to be my partner.
I grab her by the waist and toss her higher on the bed, up toward the headboard. I throw her so she lands on her ass, not her back. She bounces lightly, then props herself back on her elbows to watch me. In another blatant move, she arches her back to show off her glorious tits.
She’s good at what she does. Pleasing me. Gathering intel. Scheming and stealing. Enjoying violence. She’s an asset. And if I utilize her, if I do allow her to be at my side, those talents of hers would enhance my capabilities. She’d bring her own strategies, and I’d bring mine.
It wouldn’t be halving my power.
It’d be doubling it.
But I don’t like her use of the word partner. It implies that we’re equals. But I’m the one in charge, and she needs to know her place. Which is to obey my commands.
“Lie back,” I tell her. “Arms up. Hands on the headboard.”
She does as I say, proving herself. I drink in the view of her lying stretched out before me, her tits perfectly showcased in that low-cut dress.
Taking my time, I lower my sweatpants and boxer briefs to the floor.
She’s practically squirming as she waits for me.
My cock throbs painfully at the sight, she’s so eager for me to fuck her.
And still, I take my time.
I circle around to the foot of the bed, Cora watching my every move. When I climb onto the mattress and crawl slowly toward her, her arms twitch. But she keeps her hands pressed to the headboard. My good girl.
“Open,” I say, and she spreads her legs.
I position myself between them. Then I push her shortened skirt up to her waist, giving myself a prime view of her pussy.
“Wider,” I command.
She obeys me, and the sight is almost perfect.
I slide my hand up toward her neck. Her ice-blue eyes gleam up at me as I curl my fingers around her throat.
I give her the lightest squeeze, then slide my hand behind her neck to undo the clasp of her dress.
When I yank the fabric down, her tits spill free.
Now the sight is perfect.
I cup her full breasts in my hands, then pinch her nipples until she gasps.
Watching her enjoy the pain I can give her makes precum drip from my cock.
I take my shaft in my hand to smear the clear bead along her stomach, marking her as mine.
When I slap my cock against her swollen clit, she spasms. Her thighs tense, but she keeps them spread wide for me.
She’s so good. If she keeps doing everything I say, then maybe, just maybe, she’ll deserve a version of what she asked for.
Not a full partnership, because I don’t share authority.
I’m not about to upset this balance we have—this balance in my favor.
But this woman has earned more than just my begrudging respect.
She’s proven herself. And everything she’s done, she’s done for me.
Our not-quite partnership would simply be an extension of our business relationship.
We already know we’re good at working together.
We’re great at fucking, too.
I use one hand to pin her wrists in place at the headboard.
With my other, I position my cock at her entrance.
Teasing her with the tip. Even with only an inch inside her, her pussy’s so goddamn tight I’m already stretching her open.
She whimpers as she tries to wriggle herself downward onto my cock.
“Hold still,” I growl. I’m the one setting the pace.
I grip her ass, and I slam myself home.
She screams beneath the force of me. I’m not gentle. I fuck her as hard as I can because she’s mine. The sound of my skin slapping hers drives me wild. I let go of her wrists to grab her ass with both hands, positioning her so I can slam even deeper.
I’ve pulled her away from the headboard, but she keeps her arms raised. So fucking good. Her tits bounce beautifully, her entire body jolting with the force of my impacts.
“Hold onto me.” I don’t know why I say it. I don’t like women clinging to me.
But when my wife wraps her arms around me, I understand the perfection of us together. I bury my face in her neck and breathe in her midnight garden scent. I pound my cock into her until neither of us can breathe.
When I lift my head, the way she’s looking at me… It’s everything I need to see. Trust and devotion. Respect. I want to give her what she’s asked for, in my own way.
She clutches me tight as the walls of her pussy start clenching. Knowing that I’m the one to give her this pleasure, that I’m the one who can give her what she wants. It’s too fucking good.
Her pussy squeezes me tight, and I start spurting inside her. I groan as I grip her ass and drive deep, pumping her pussy full of my come. She shudders around me. I keep myself buried as deep as possible.
I’m exactly where I belong.
I stay there inside her as we regain our breath. I smooth her hair away from her sweaty face, her flushed cheeks. The look in her eyes is so willing, so eager to please me.
I want to let her know that I see her devotion.
That I can reward her by giving her some of what she’s asked for.
I understand from a distance what most people mean by partner.
Not sharing power, but something else. Something that’s been creeping over me that I’ve only now identified. The words slip from my mouth.
“I love you, Cora.”
She freezes beneath me like prey.