Chapter Thirty-three Daniel #2
“Does that feel good?" I groan, driving harder inside her. She nods, her body moving with mine, her cuffed hands trembling, struggling to stay in place.
I steady myself with one hand on her, my other reaching for the pink vibrator. I bring it between her legs, pressing it against her clit, slowly teasing the sensitive spot.
“Oh my god, shit,” she cusses, her head falling back.
I’d give anything to grab her hair right now, but unfortunately, a man can only work with two hands.
It’s a damn shame. Her beautiful black hair is practically begging to be yanked towards me.
"I think I'm gonna cum," she whimpers, her voice strained with pleasure. I immediately crank up the vibrator, switching it to a higher mode, wanting to make this orgasm unforgettable for her.
I need her to remember this moment, to crave it every single day.
When she’s still working for me in ten years, I want her to look at me during meetings, her eyes begging me to fuck her like this again. God, what a dream that would be. Fucking her for the rest of my life.
"Yeah? You’re gonna cum?" I tease, hitting her sweet spot relentlessly, making her scream in pleasure. "Cum for your master, just like the good girl you are."
It only takes a few more seconds before I feel her pussy clenching around my cock, her hot juice flowing over my hand like a fucking waterfall. I turn off the vibrator, setting it aside, not wanting to overstimulate her.
Oh my god. Did she seriously just…?
"Did you squirt?" I ask, shocked, my voice a mix of disbelief and desire.
She doesn’t respond immediately. She’s breathing heavily, giggling softly while her body is still caught in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
It takes a few moments before she looks back at me, her breath finally stabilizing. I remove the blindfold, the overwhelming urge to look into her eyes taking over.
When her blue eyes finally focus on mine, she smiles. "I… did. Thanks to you, master."
I laugh, satisfaction curling in my chest. "I made you cum real good, huh?"
She giggles. "Did you cum, too?"
I shake my head, keeping my voice low and steady. "No, not yet. But it’s alright."
To my surprise, Jennifer disagrees. "Absolutely not. If you make me cum, I have to do the same. Mutual pleasure, right?"
Mutual pleasure? Is she serious right now?
Have I mentioned before how fucking perfect she is for me? Most likely a thousand times. But fuck, I can’t mention it enough to ever do her justice.
"You don’t have to—"
She cuts me off, her voice full of promise. "Get these handcuffs off me, and I’ll make you cum like you’ve never did before."
Wow. What the hell switched in her after that orgasm?
"I’d love to see you try," I challenge her, a grin forming on my lips. "I’ve had plenty of women make me cum before."
It lights up a fire in her eyes. I already know she’s accepting my challenge.
But fuck, I know already I’m not going to last long.
“Oh, yeah? Huh”, she grins. “I’m definitely the best. I’ll show you.”
“If you say so.” I reach over for the keys, freeing her from the handcuffs as I lay down again, staring at her. “Suck my cock, then.”
She bites her lip as she leans down, her eyes fixed on mine. Oh my god. She’s acting like such a horny, desperate slut right now.
I absolutely love her for it.
As she licks her own juices from my cock, I close my eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”
My praising only makes her intensity grow faster.
It doesn’t take me long to feel the heat puddling up in my lower body, my cock ready to cum inside her mouth.
Fuck, she's taking it so much deeper than before. It's still not all the way, but I don’t care.
My body stiffens beneath her, a low growl escaping from my throat as the sensation of my orgasm hits me.
My muscles tense, my grip on her hair tightening as the pleasure surges through me.
I groan, each pulse of my orgasm making my body tremble, a heat that leaves me gasping for air. It’s too much, too fucking intense, but exactly what I needed after everything that’s happened.
For a moment, I almost lose myself completely in it—the feeling, the connection between us. But then, it hits me. I snap back to reality.
Holy fuck.
“I didn’t use a condom,” I murmur, breathless.
She looks up at me, swallowing my cum, and the sight alone makes my heart race. But that thought... fuck. I didn’t use a condom.
Did I really forget about it?
“So?” she grins, a glint in her eyes. “I don’t mind.”
I swallow, trying to steady my breath, the weight of it all sinking in. “Do you use protection?”
She shakes her head, her smile unbothered. “It’s just once. Nothing’s gonna happen. You didn’t even cum inside.”
I feel the panic rise in my chest. “You know that’s not how it works, right?”
She laughs, but there's something in her eyes that’s both playful and defiant. “I’m aware. But I’ll be fine.”
I don’t believe her, but the words sit heavy in the air between us. I want to argue, to insist on being more careful, but I’m already too far gone—lost in the aftermath of everything. I drop the topic, even though the knot in my stomach tightens.
If she says she’ll be fine... then I guess believing her is all I can do.
She crawls up to me, pressing her body against mine, her warmth seeping into my skin. “Do you have much work to do today?” she asks softly.
I sigh.
It’s only been a minute since my orgasm, and she’s already asking about work? Fuck. I don’t want to think about any of that bullshit right now.
“I guess I do,” I murmur. “If Julian has information, I’ve got a lot of shit to handle.”
She nods, understanding. “Yeah, I get it. But I believe in you.” She smiles at me, her eyes soft, trusting. “You can do this.”
I stay quiet for a second, just looking at her. My beautiful girl...
“I’ll do my best, pretty. What about you? Got plans?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll just take a shower and get some breakfast.” Then her eyes light up. “Wait, we can do that together!”
I chuckle. “You wanna have a slow, cozy morning?”
“If your schedule allows it, I’d love it,” she tells me eagerly. And even though I know my day is about to be a fucking nightmare if Julian already found something, I still want this.
I want to spend more time with her.
She’s my calm in the storm. The only thing that keeps me at ease.
“Let’s go take a shower, then.” I smirk. “Up for a second round?”
Jennifer laughs. “Gladly.”
And we do. It’s no secret. I’ve got a massive shower, after all—it’s of good use.
But after breakfast, we have to go our separate ways. She tells me she’ll check on the medical room, restock supplies, clean up a bit, then spend time with her daughter and my nephew.
And me?
That orgasm she gave me in the shower? The last good thing about my day.
Because the second I step into the meeting room—Julian is already waiting for me, his expression dark—and I already know.
My day is fucked.
Nothing could’ve changed that.
Not even Jennifer.