Thirteen
I’m lying on top of Brock’s baby grand in his apartment. Completely naked as I watch him work through the bits and pieces of his song. Well, my song, if you ask him. And we’ve already started to play out another one of my fantasies, as his sex slave.
Of course, as the night has gone on, I don’t feel like a slave at all. Any time he’s gotten stuck on something, he’s closed the keyboard cover so I can offer him my pussy, which he has eaten until I’ve come three times already. And when that wasn’t enough, he either pulled me onto his lap to ride him or found the closest suitable surface to fuck me on.
“I may not be able to walk tomorrow,” I sigh as he kisses me back to life.
“I’m not apologizing for that at all,” he chuckles. “Just make sure everyone knows exactly why you can’t function tomorrow, and I’ll be happy.”
“Trust me, Dr. Rush, everyone knows exactly why I’ve been so happy this week,” I smile.
“Good to know,” he nods.
Then he kisses me again and his stomach growls for the half dozenth time. I insist on cooking dinner and he relents only because he’s certain he can finish in the next ten minutes.
“And if you can’t?” I ask coyly.
“Then I suppose I’ll be making a meal of you in my kitchen.”
“No walking tomorrow it is,” I tease.
He laughs at this and kisses me long and deep before lightly caressing my ass and letting me walk away. When I pull my dress on, he clucks his tongue and sighs heavily. I just smile and go about finding something to make. In need of something substantial but quick, I opt for pasta Alfredo with chicken. He doesn’t finish in ten minutes, but when he does join me in the kitchen, dinner is ready, and I insist on eating first.
Although he tried to argue with me, as soon as he had the first bite in his mouth, he was silent for a solid ten minutes as he cleared his plate and then served himself seconds. I’m smiling at him when he looks up to ask if I need more wine.
“Please,” I smile. “Did you even taste anything?”
“I did,” he chuckles. “It’s wonderful. And I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”
“Looks like it,” I laugh. “You do need to fuel your body with real food, too.”
“Indeed,” he says darkly. “Then I can keep my strength up to take care of you.”
“No,” I tell him quickly. “Tonight, I want to take care of you, Brock.”
He growls and adjusts himself. Then he nods.
“Okay,” he says. “What do you have in mind?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” he laughs.
“Then just let me take care of you tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” he says slowly. “I will.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Oh, my sweet Sadie,” he growls. “I have a feeling I’ll be the one thanking you later.”
When we’re done eating, he insists on cleaning up while I settle in the living room. After he’s finished, he pulls me to my feet and then lifts me into his arms as he carries me to his bedroom and then into his bathroom. Then he sets me on my feet and insists on a shower. I agree and I’m rather surprised that we don’t get dirty at all while we get clean. Of course, I plan on taking care of that very shortly.
We dry off and brush our teeth. Then he once again carries me in his arms and gently lays me on his bed. With a smile, he bends his head to kiss me. And I welcome it. Until I feel his cock pressed against my thigh.
“Lay down,” I breathe. “Get comfortable, Brock.”
He pulls back a bit reluctantly but does what I want. With a bit of trepidation, I settle between his parted legs and stroke his cock with both hands. While I have had a man’s dick in my mouth before, I was never the one in control. And that’s what I want now. When I look up at Brock, the smile on his face tells me that he knows exactly what I’m about to do.
“Be gentle, my goddess,” he pants. “I may not last long in that luscious mouth of yours.”
“As long as you come in my mouth,” I whisper.
“Only if it’s what you want,” he says.
“It is and you know it,” I smirk.
Then I take him fast and deep. He curses as his hands fly to my hair. So, I get to work, sliding my mouth up and down his cock while caressing the underside with my tongue. The more he pants and curses and moans my name, the more emboldened I become. With each rise and fall, I do my best to take him even deeper. Then he shouts my name.
“Sadie! Fuck!”
As I lift my head, he explodes into my mouth. At first, I choke a bit, then I get myself under control and start to swallow. His taste is foreign yet thrilling. And I make sure I take everything he gives. Given how many times I’ve come on his face, I feel that it’s only fair to return the favor. But when his hands fall limp to his sides and I lift my head, the sight of his chest heaving as he gasps for air is more than enough reward for me.
Very slowly, I crawl up his body and settle myself against his side. Several minutes pass before he’s able to hold me. Then he rolls onto his side and looks down at me with an expression full of awe and desire and…something else I’m not sure I’m ready for.
“My God, Sadie,” he breathes. “That was fucking incredible.”
I give him a shy smile and my entire body seems to relax. His brow furrows as he brushes his hand over my cheek. Having read me like a book, he questions me.
“How could you not think I enjoyed that?”
“Because I didn’t know what I was doing,” I choke out.
“Oh, my sweet Sadie,” he sighs. “Anything you do to me is perfect simply because it’s you. Haven’t you realized that yet?”
“I…I want you to need me as more than your muse, Brock,” I whisper. “I don’t want to lose you because-”
He cuts off my words with a hard kiss. I gasp when he pulls back and my body shudders under his dark look.
“I want you for everything , Sadie,” he says darkly. “And I’m going to do everything I can for as long as I can to prove it to you. Because I don’t want any other man to have you. Ever. I want you to be mine…always.”