Chapter 6
Chapter Six
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Had it all been a dream? My bathroom door opened, and Caleb walked out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Good morning. How are you feeling today?” he asked, taking a seat on the side of the bed.
I stretched out and felt sore in a few places I hadn’t in a while.
After our first session, we had taken a nap.
I awoke to him licking the inside of my leg before he ate me out.
By the end of the night, I had come a grand total of five times, and him three.
I wanted to thank him for all the attention he had given me.
“Strong enough to give you the best blow job you’ve ever gotten,” I replied.
He chuckled. “As tempting as that sounds, I could use some breakfast, and I think you could too.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, sitting up in bed. The sheet that had been covering me fell around my waist, exposing my swollen breasts and beaded nipples. “I really wouldn’t mind,” I said, reaching for his growing cock that was making a tent out of his towel.
To my surprise, he twisted my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ouch,” I whined. It was much more uncomfortable when I wasn’t aroused.
“No topping from the bottom, Theresa. I will put my dick in your mouth when it pleases me.”
Part of me thought I should slap him and quit on the spot. This was not how a man should talk to a woman. But my heart, accompanied by the heat and pulsating sensation between my legs, was telling me different.
“I’m sorry, Sir. All I wanted to do was try and even out our orgasm count. You were so generous last night. I wanted to return the favor.”
He released the pressure on my nipple, running his thumb over the tender area to ease the pain. “I appreciate that very much, and it’s one of the reasons why you aren’t over my knee right now getting your ass spanked.”
He was riling me up without even trying. The ache between my legs increased. Why was it such a turn-on when he took charge?
“If you want, go take a shower. Otherwise, put some clothes on and let's go and get some breakfast,” he said.
“And then sex?” I asked, feeling like a kid who wanted nothing more than to play with a new toy.
He chuckled. “Not right now. Since I got things squared away with Mike and we have another day here, I thought we could explore the area some.”
It might not be exactly what I wanted to do, but it was a close second. “All right. Let me get dressed, and we can go to breakfast. I’ll shower after.”
“Works for me. I’m going back into my room. Call me when you’re ready to go.”
“You got it, Sir.”
He smiled at me, stood up, and left.
Caleb and I were on our way home. We were about forty-five minutes out from the city. The past day and a half had flown by.
After we had eaten breakfast the day before, we drove around Marion, Carbondale, and a tiny town named Makanda that had a population of under 700.
But it was home to the Makanda Boardwalk—a cute area with boutique shops.
We also learned that they had a Vulture Fest every fall to celebrate turkey vultures and their migration. The area had a very unique feel.
Once we finished up there, we headed to the Shawnee National Forest. We stopped at the visitor center, which provided a lot of fascinating information about the local wildlife and native plants.
It was fun learning about them because when we finished, we went for a hike along one of the trails.
I was able to spot a few of the plants we had seen at the center.
I was famished when we got back to the car. Seeing as it was already four o’clock and we were in the area, we decided to check out the restaurant I had found two nights before, Giant City Lodge. I was thrilled to try it. Their fried chicken and dumplings were the best I had ever eaten.
By the time we got back to the hotel, I was wiped from the day. Caleb was as well. We each took a shower in our own bathroom, and then I went and slept in his bed for the night. There was no chance we’d play, seeing as I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The next morning, we had to get on the road.
The past couple of days must have truly exhausted me, because as soon as Caleb pulled onto I-57 North, I was asleep, despite getting a solid nine hours of sleep the evening before.
I had only woken up before we got back to the office due to all the lovely potholes city streets provided.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I turned to face my boss. “I was just reminiscing about the last seventy-two hours.”
“They have been pretty incredible, haven’t they?”
“Yes.”
Though there was a growing question in the back of my mind.
How were our lives going to change from this trip?
Would we go back to being boss and assistant?
Would we be friends with benefits? Did he want to have a relationship with me?
Even though we had worked together for several weeks, I didn’t really know much about him.
“But?” he prompted.
“But where do we stand now? Do we pretend like our time together didn’t happen? Do we become sex pals? A couple? If we do become a couple, how are we going to decide how much of our relationship is impacted by kink?”
“Those are some fair concerns. If you’d like, I’d be happy to have you over to my place, and we can discuss everything over a home-cooked meal.”
“You have a chef at your place?”
He burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry,” he said, coughing slightly.
“What? It’s a legitimate question,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yes, it is. I apologize,” he said, and reached over to rub my knee.
“I forgive you,” I said, uncrossing my arms and giving his hand a squeeze.
“No, I don’t have a chef who lives with me. I enjoy cooking very much. I’ll make the meal if you’d like to come over.”
“Is there anything you can’t do?” I asked, stunned at his answer.
“Snowboarding,” he replied, dead serious. “Skiing, I can do, no problem. But make me use a board, and I fall flat on my face every time.”
“Oh darn. Here I was hoping that was something we could do together.”
He reached over and gave my abdomen a tickle.
“Hey,” I cried out, trying to wiggle away from his touch.
“Keep that sass up, and I’ll punish that bottom of yours.”
“Sorry, Sir,” I said, as I stopped moving and he ceased trying to tickle me. “Yes, I’d love to come over and dine on a meal of your making. Where do you live?”
“Across the hall from you.”
“Seriously?” I exclaimed, stunned that I had never known that little tidbit.
“What?” he asked, looking quickly at me, then back at the road.
“I just didn’t think you’d live there. It’s a fabulous place, but I imagined you lived in a mansion in the suburbs or something.”
“Absolutely not. Do you know how long it would take me to come and go from work during rush hour?”
“Two hours a day?”
“At least! I may be the CEO of this company, but I don’t see myself as any more special than any of my workers. That’s why I offer condos to all of my senior-level employees.”
His statement spoke volumes and made my respect for him go up a notch. It was already exceedingly high.
“All right. I’ll come by your place. What time would you like me over?”
“How about six o’clock tonight?”
“I can do that. Would you like me to bring anything?” I asked, remembering the manners my parents had instilled in me.
“No, you’re all I need.” He winked at me and turned his attention back to the road.