29. Claire
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I’m still not sure how far away Leif lives from me, so I rush through the quickest shower of my life.
I shave my legs, underarms and downstairs. I brush my teeth, fluff up my hair and douse myself in perfume before picking the sluttiest piece of underwear I own. A sexy black bra that pushes the girls up to an impressive degree, sheer black lace cups with a strategically placed rose covering my nipples and a diamante chain that scoops along the underwire. And the cherry on top: black lace crotchless panties. Time to take back my power, I think, smirking at my reflection.
I pull on the black robe that rests over my beauty chair and tie it around my waist right when there’s a knock at the door.
Slowly, I strut to the front door, scowling at the dent that mysteriously showed up a few weeks ago on the wall beside it.
I throw my shoulders back and take a deep, fortifying breath before I open it to a concerned-looking Leif. My resistance falters slightly at the backwards cap, goddammit, and the sweet look of worry on his face.
Power balance. Power balance. Power balance.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, peering into the house behind me.
“It will be. Please come in.” I step aside, opening the door further so he can come inside.
“How can I help?”
I close the door slowly, then turn around like a jaguar sighting its prey. I’m pretty sure his brain is caught between arousal and apprehension, as it should be.
I circle him, looking him up and down, appreciating just how good-looking he is, standing there in his navy-blue hat, a white T-shirt that hugs his tanned biceps, black ripped jeans coating his lean yet muscular thighs. He’s got black Vans on his feet, and the entire ensemble just makes him so soft and cute, like he was when I saw him with his family the other day.
Not like the confident man he was on the first night we met, or the cocky contractor I’ve crossed in my salon. This is the version that not everyone sees, but I do.
His relaxed and unguarded version. But that’s the trouble when you let your guard down. You get eaten. And mama’s hungry.
“You can start by going to the bedroom,” I say.
“W-What?”
I place my hand on his chest, humming at the warmth and hardness underneath, then I clasp the fabric and pull his face down to my level. “I said bedroom. Now.”
“Okay,” he breathes, then rushes down the hall and through my open door.
I prowl down the hall and make it to the doorway. Candles are lit up along my desk and on the bedside tables. A wicked and intimate glow fills the room.
Leif sits on the end of the bed, tapping his hands nervously against his thighs.
“Who said you could sit down?” His hands halt their movement as he looks at me in panic. “Strip.”
He quickly stands, throwing his hat into the corner.
I’ve never seen a man undress so quickly in my life, and I’ve been with my fair share of willing participants.
He remains standing in all his naked glory, his fat cock so hard and ready for me.
“Lie back on the bed,” I command as I walk over to my dresser.
Pulling the top drawer open, I find the pair of fluffy pink handcuffs I unboxed earlier. I got them in a goodie bag from a bachelorette party I went to years ago and have never used them.
I turn around to see Leif waiting expectantly on the bed, licking at his lips, his eyes flaring when he takes in the handcuffs.
“Hands on the frame,” I say as I kneel on the bed beside him.
His hands move without thought, flying overhead and clutching on the bars. I lock one side around his wrist, leaning my breasts right over his face when I go to secure the other side. He just can’t help himself and grazes his teeth over one barbell on my nipple, still covered by the silk of my robe.
I shudder but hold firm, dragging my hands over his chest as I pull back off the bed to stand again.
Keeping my eyes on his, my hands find the tie at my waist. I can see in the way his body squirms that he’s fighting between looking at my eyes and my body, but when I drop the robe, his eyes cast down, flaring wide before he bites his lip.
“Fuck, Bombshell,” he whispers.
“No talking with your mouth full,” I say, kneeling on the bed and throwing a leg over his torso to straddle his stomach.
His warm, clenching abs rub delightfully against my bare pussy, thanks to the crotchless knickers.
“My mouth’s not full.”
“It’s about to be,” I say before placing a hard kiss against his lips.
I crawl up his body until my pussy is level with his face and lower down. “Now eat.”
His mouth dives right in, finding my clit and sucking.
His tongue flickers over the ring as I lean back with my hands braced against his thighs. He hums in pleasure as he feasts on my pussy, licking up and down, alternating between letting his tongue dive deep into my cunt and locking onto my clit.
I swivel my hips, riding his face, relishing the feel of his facial hair tickling my thighs while his tongue makes my stomach quiver from his efforts.
I throw my head back and moan loudly, only letting myself focus on the sensation of his mouth and tongue. I take what I need to get myself to come. That’s the name of the game, nothing else.
“So sweet, Bombshell. Will you come on my face? Let me wear it, baby.”
I shiver at his words and feel myself getting closer to completion.
His thighs shake and squirm under my hands as he continues to devour me. He loves it, loves to deliver my pleasure, damn near gets off on it.
I lean forward, sinking one hand into his hair and watch as I guide his head harder against my pussy. I move my hips with fury, my breathing picks up, and pained cries escape my lips.
Leif’s hands locked against the bed frame, squeeze open and shut as he eats me with dedication.
His mouth comes around my clit, bestowing wet open kisses against my piercing. Nipping, licking and sucking at wherever his mouth can get purchase, all the while moaning in delight.
His body pushes mine up, making me fall further on his mouth when I feel his legs press into the mattress, his torso rising.
“Don’t you come,” I say, digging my nails into his thigh while the other still holds his head.
My orgasm is just there, ready to release. The cuffs rattle harder against the bars.
“You can do it, baby. Come on my face, show me who I belong to.”
That does it. I hold myself against him and throw my head back on a cathartic cry while he continues to lick up and down my pussy with worship and praise.
“My sweet Bombshell.” Deep, gentle kisses coat my drenched pussy and thighs. “So beautiful when you come for me,” he whispers.
Once I feel strong enough to move again I shimmy down his body.
His cock has left a mess of precum against his stomach, but he hasn’t finished. I lean down to lick up what’s escaped and give a little suck just to the tip.
He throws his head back into the pillows and groans. I smirk as I lean over to fetch the condom I left ready on the bedside table.
Leif pulls at the handcuffs, gritting his teeth. “You gonna let me out of these cuffs?”
I shake my head slowly as I settle my bare pussy against his cock, my hands braced over his chest.
“Those are some naughty little panties you’re wearing, baby.” His heart thunders beneath my hands. “Always so good at being bad for me.”
“Nope, I’m bad for me ,” I say, as I grind my hips and sigh at the feel of his bare cock, hot and hard against my pussy where it’s left exposed through the crotchless underwear.
I watch as the clarity crosses his face, and he nods.
“Okay, Claire. You’re in charge.”
“I know. I’m always in charge.”
“Yes, you are, cos you’re a fucking queen. The world wouldn’t dare deny you. And neither will I. Take what you need from me, baby. I’m more than happy to serve. I’m yours to own. Yours to command. I’m just yours.”
His words make tingles dance down my legs as I continue to grind against his dick, coating him in my leftover release.
I lean forward slightly to rub my piercing against his skin. I feel my orgasm building again, more so when I feel the subtle movement of his hips below me, guiding me along and helping me get there.
“Fuck, you feel so amazing against my cock. That beautiful, bare pussy grinding on me. You ruin me, baby.”
I pick up speed, rubbing harder and faster. My lungs hurt at how hard I’m drawing in breath. My head is dizzy, and my nails dig into his chest.
My moans almost drown out his words with how wild and loud they are, but like always, I never feel alone when I’m with Leif. He’s always there to remind me of his presence.
“Can I come yet, baby? You’re gonna make me come just watching your beautiful body on top of me. Living in your pleasure.”
When I collapse against his chest, crying through my release, Leif shakes with frantic need beneath me.
“Baby! Baby, please let me have my hands on you.” His whimpered plea makes me loosen the reins just a little on my need to own him, because like it or not, I need his hands on me, too.
I blink through the tears of relief that built on my lashes from my orgasm and pluck the key off the table to unlock the cuffs.
The second he’s free, he’s pulling my face between his hands and kissing me as if it’s his last chance. He starts to roll us over, but I throw my hands down on the bed, stopping him.
“No.” I search for the condom that fell from my hands at some point and tear it open, shuffling back down his body to roll it down his length.
I keep my eyes on him as I rise to my knees, shivering at the way he fills me so well as I glide down his full length. He groans and fastens his hands against my hips once I’m fully seated.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and I nod, keeping my eyes locked with his as I roll over him.
Our sighs of relief fill the room as we move gently with each other.
I’m working up to my third orgasm, so I let my sensitive pussy lazily bob up and down, feeling every movement deeply. Leif’s hands clutch at my hips, and he rubs me harder against him, following my pace.
I love every moment his firm hands command me. I feel beautiful and worshipped, so I let the feeling empower me as I sit taller on his body and ride.
I rub my hands over my stomach and up to my breasts, pinching at the barbells, humming in response.
“Look at you, Bombshell. Never seen anyone as beautiful in my fucking life. Never will again.”
Our movements gain pace, as we barrel towards the finish line together.
My moans grow louder, with his words, with the way he helps guide me up and down his cock.
He keeps one hand locked on my waist while the other comes to land on my pelvis, a hand splayed across my lower belly possessively with his palm just resting against my clit.
I shiver and moan, moving maniacally. “Yes!”
“So beautiful riding my cock.” I reach down to put my hand over his where it rests on my side, and he flips his palm, lacing our fingers together.
I lean my weight into him, tightening my hands over his as my stomach clenches and my pussy throbs.
“That’s it, baby, you’re almost there. Tell me when I can come.” He takes the hand resting on my belly to grab my other hand, holding both of mine in each of his now.
“You can do it, baby. Ride me. Own me.” I squeeze his hands, ready to fall.
My whole body aches, and I’m shivering out of control, knowing that I’m not just falling to orgasm, I’m falling in a way I wasn’t prepared for. Wasn’t looking for.
“I’ve got you, Claire. Let go.”
“Come with me!” I cry as my body locks down on his.
Leif’s roar echoes through my body as he takes on a punishing pace, and my release floods between us, running down my legs.
And I do, I let go.
From: [email protected]
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Project Update
I quite enjoy it when you’re right, actually.
In fact, my favourite thing is when you say yes.
Favourite sexual position? Oh my, is that appropriate to ask your contractor?
L x
PS. Any time it’s with you…