“Brat, if you think I’m not keeping track of your sassy-pants answers, then you’d be mistaken. Sit back against the headboard,” he ordered.
She moved into position, sitting back against the bed. He grabbed the pillows and put them behind her back so she was more comfortable.
“Spread your legs.”
For a moment, he wasn’t certain she would obey. But then her legs drifted apart.
“Good girl.” He knelt between her legs and cupped her face before kissing her. He drank from her, his lips light against hers. He kissed her until she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, holding onto him tight.
“What was my other fantasy?” he asked her.
“Where I got down on my knees while you sat at your desk and sucked you off.”
“Yeah, baby. Although now I’m thinking I’d pick you up in my arms and press you against the wall and fuck you. Or maybe I’d bend you over my desk and fuck you from behind. Because that ass of yours is fucking amazing.”
“Razor,” she murmured.
“Put your hands behind your head,” he commanded. “And remember, you can say your safeword if it’s something that scares you or makes you uncomfortable.”
He figured she likely would. It wouldn’t hurt her to learn that saying her safeword was fine. That she could say it and he’d listen. She hadn’t said it earlier, when he’d triggered her.
So it shocked the hell out of him when she moved her hands behind her head. Satisfaction flooded him at her sign of trust. At her submission to him. Bending down, he sucked on her nipple in reward.
“Good girl,” he murmured, moving to her other nipple. He lightly brushed his beard over her nipple. “Such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
“Please,” she begged.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me. Don’t stop.”
“Trust me, I don’t ever want to stop.” He moved down until he was lying on his stomach on the bed, his face inches from her pussy.
“Bend your knees and put your feet flat on the mattress,” he commanded.
Without a grumble, she moved her legs up. This spread her and he could already see the dew glistening on her lips. His mouth watered.
Fuck. He knew she was going to taste delicious. He parted her lips with his fingers and then ran one up her slit.
“Oh yeah, my baby girl is wet. Did you have any other fantasies about what I might do to you? About what you would want?”
“Well, I, um . . .”
“You can tell me. I told you mine.”
“I was thinking, maybe I like the idea of you having me suck you off while you work.” She blushed bright red. “That’s probably not a good thing to fantasize about, right?”
“Who said it’s not?” he demanded. “You can fantasize about whatever you want. That’s the whole idea. It’s what you want. Even if you never do it. Although that one we can definitely make come true.”
“I like the idea of hiding under your desk and doing that to you. It feels naughty, but also like . . .”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. It sounds silly.”
“It’s not silly. What?”
“Like I’d feel safe. I guess I like knowing that I can bring you pleasure. It makes me feel . . . important? Are you sure that’s not silly?”
“Nope, not silly at all.”
“I like doing that to you.”
“Fuck, baby girl. I like it too. But right now, I want to taste you. So, hush.”
“Hey, you’re the one who keeps talking.”
“You want another five for arguing?” he grumbled at her.
“Another five?”
“You earned five for looking away from me. And now you’ve earned five for keeping me from my treat.”
Her mouth dropped open, staring down at him in shock. He took that opportunity to take a long lick of her.
“Fuck, yes. Delicious.”
She groaned as he flicked at her clit. Back and forth. Fast then slow. He didn’t want her to come too quickly. And at the same time, he wanted to see her lose it. To see her in the throes of pleasure. Her eyes were starting to shut.
He drew back.
“No!”
“Keep your gaze on me,” he warned.
“I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can. You will.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you to know who is giving you pleasure. I want to see your eyes. I don’t want you hiding from me.”
He slid a finger deep into her passage and she clenched down.
“Oh God. Oh God.”
“How many times can you come with your vibrator in one session?” he demanded
“Three. But that was only once, the first time I used it.”
“First time?” he asked as he added another finger, sliding them in and out of her slick passage.
“I bought it a few weeks ago,” she told him.
He sucked on her clit and she screamed as she came.
“You’re so passionate, baby girl. So beautiful. I love hearing you come, having your taste in my mouth. I need more. I’m moving you.” He tugged at her hips gently, drawing her back down the bed so she was in a similar position to before. Once he was on his knees on the floor, he dragged her legs back with his hands and started devouring her again.
Just as he’d thought, her taste was addictive. The sounds she was making were killing him. They spurred him on, he drove his fingers in and out of her. Damn, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her vibrator. Maybe he’d get her one of those eggs to wear at work.
Might be pushing the employer-employee boundaries. He didn’t much care. The idea of turning it on while she was sitting at her desk. Of walking into her office and finding her all flushed and pink . . . fuck, he wouldn’t want anyone else seeing that though.
Okay, maybe after hours he could do that. But not while the guys were around.
“Razor! Razor!” she screamed.
He moved her legs over his shoulders so he could drive his fingers in and out of her pussy until he felt her clenching down as she came again.
As she breathed heavily, her legs slumped over his shoulders, he removed his fingers from her pussy and ran his tongue over her entrance as he used his finger on her clit.
“It’s too much! I can’t!”
Like hell she couldn’t. If she could come three times with her vibrator, she could come that many times with him. He thrust his tongue into her pussy while he reached up with one hand to pluck at her nipple.
“I can’t,” she groaned.
He drew his tongue from her pussy. “You can.” He stared at her, his gaze infusing her with the knowledge that this was what he wanted.
And she would do it.
“No! No!”
Pulling back, he gently drew her legs off his shoulders, then he half-rolled her and popped her ass several times. Not hard. Just light smacks to let her know he meant business.
“You can. Trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, shuddering as he rolled her back. “Holy fuck, how was that hot?” She sounded so bewildered that he had to grin.
“Liked getting your bottom heated, did you?”
She squirmed and he knew she was wondering if she shouldn’t have.
“Don’t worry about why you feel the way you do or if it’s right or not and just feel.”
“Easier said than done.”
“We’ll see about that. Get over onto your hands and knees.”
He stood and waited with a raised eyebrow as she rolled and presented her ass to him. There was a slight pink tinge from his handprint. He hadn’t hit her hard. This wasn’t about punishment. It was about testing what she liked.
Another two smacks had her groaning. He reached between her legs to play with her clit. With his other hand, he smacked her again.
“Oh. Ohh, Razor, I can’t!”
“You can. One day soon, I’m going to get you a clit tickler that stays in pla
ce with straps. I’ll insert a vibrator in your hungry pussy. Then I’ll spank this naughty ass.”
Two more smacks. Then he drove two fingers into her.
“Razor!” she screamed as she came again. This time, she collapsed forwards and he figured she was done. Holding her hips up with his hands, he kissed each warm cheek. Fuck it, one more taste. He knelt again and drew her hips back to lap at her. She let out small murmurs as he cleaned her up. Then he let her slide down onto her side. He curled around her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
He kissed her shoulder. “Thank you, baby girl.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” she teased.
He chuckled. “Maybe. I did just about orgasm you into a coma.”
Reaching back, she attempted to slap him, then she groaned. “Remind me to give you a smack later.”
“Come on, Tabby-baby, time for a shower.”
“No, just leave me here. Unless you want,” she looked over her shoulder at him, pressing into his cock, “to take care of that?”
“I can wait. You’re exhausted.”
“I usually have a lot of energy.” She yawned. “You’ve exhausted me tonight.”
“Ah, so that’s what I have to do,” he teased. “Give you orgasms to help you sleep.”
“Insomniacs the world over will be lining up for that treatment. Why, you might be able to charge them a whole ten bucks.”
“Brat!”
She squealed as he popped her ass. He felt himself grinning. They might have a ways to go. There were still hurdles to be crossed. But he knew it would all be worth it. All those years alone and trying to atone, and he’d been given his salvation.
This beautiful, broken girl was all his.
And he’d kill to protect her.
Tabby woke with a gasp, startled.
Unsure where she was, she glanced around. Then she realized her nightlight was casting shadows of stars across the ceiling. Razor had spotted the nightlight when they’d grabbed her stuff, and he’d insisted on setting it up in their bedroom. She’d worried that it might keep him awake. He’d just kissed her and told her not to stress.
Speaking of Razor, his arm was around her waist and he had her tucked up into his body.
He was murmuring to her quietly and she realized she must have had a nightmare. She’d woken up the other night from a nightmare to find him talking to her, telling her that she was safe, that nothing would harm her with him here.
And he thought he wasn’t a superhero?
Huh.
Maybe not for anyone else, but for her he was.
She lay there, letting her breathing grow more even, hoping he’d be able to go back to sleep, even though she knew she wouldn’t. She couldn’t get up and go for a jog, but maybe she could do some sit-ups or something.
Anything to burn up the energy now buzzing through her.
“I can hear you thinking,” Razor murmured.
“Sorry,” she replied quietly. “I’ll get up so I don’t keep you awake.”
He tightened his arm around her waist. “No, you don’t.”
“I won’t go anywhere, I’ll just make the coffee and watch some TV or something.”
“You should go back to sleep.”
“I won’t. I’m too wired.”
“I have an idea how to help.” He cupped her breast through the T-shirt she wore. It was one of his. She liked being surrounded by him. She’d put it and some panties on after their shower. “Take your panties off and slip your leg back over mine.”
“Razor,” she muttered.
“Do as you were told,” he replied firmly.
She sucked in a breath. He’d used that tone a few times with her last night, even though he’d been less demanding than she’d thought he would be.
“Unless you want to see if a spanking has the same effect. Personally, I’d want the orgasm.”
“No, no,” she squeaked as she slipped off her panties and then pushed her leg back over his.
“Good girl. Now, close your eyes.” He pushed his hand up under her T-shirt. “From now on, no panties in bed.”
“What?”
“Unless you’re on your period. Then I’ll allow it.”
Allow it?
Mr. Bossy was back.
“Allow?”
“Allow,” he said firmly. “Now, are your eyes closed, or do we have to test whether a spanking will help you sleep?”
“They’re closed.” She crossed her fingers then she realized what she’d done.
Shit.
“They weren’t closed, but they are now,” she hastily said.
His hand paused in its movement under her T-shirt.
“Good girl.”
“For closing my eyes?”
“For telling me the full truth.”
Warmth filled her that turned into a raging volcano as he teased her breasts. He wouldn’t let her move, wouldn’t let her touch him. His fingers plucked at her nipples before lightly teasing them. By the time he moved away, she was breathing heavily, her body so ready to come it felt like it was a wire pulled taut.
At breaking point.
He moved his fingers down to her pussy. “Someone is very wet.”
“Please. Please.”
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, Daddy, let me come.”
“That’s my good girl. Now come for me. Come nice and hard.”
She was happy to say that she obliged.
20
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Razor told her the next morning as they sat drinking coffee in the living room.
“You do? What is it?” She gave him a worried look.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger at her, not liking that look on her face. He knew it was an impossible dream to hope she’d never had to worry again. But he’d do his best to mitigate most of her concerns and fears.
If anyone deserved to live a carefree life, it was Tabby. She was the most loyal and self-sacrificing person he’d ever met. He knew she’d give the shirt off her back to help someone else. It was up to him to ensure she didn’t go too far.
“Oh, that sort of surprise.” She smirked at him as he lifted her onto his lap.
“No, not that sort of surprise, brat,” he told her. “I don’t constantly have sex on the brain, you know.”
“You don’t? That’s disappointing.”
He gave her a light slap on her thigh. “Give a girl a few orgasms and it gets her sassiness going.”
“Hm, must be all the blood moving around my body.”
“Must be,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. Then he nuzzled his nose against hers. “You’re gorgeous when you smile.”
“I haven’t had a lot to smile about. Until you.”
“I’m glad I make you happy, baby girl. But I do have another surprise. I just need another hour or so to make it happen. Can you wait out here like a good girl?”
She narrowed her gaze. “You have to leave?”
“Nope, I’ll be in the spare bedroom.”
“The one I slept in?”
“No, the other one down the end of the hall. It’s smaller.”
They’d gotten up earlier than he’d intended. He didn’t like how little sleep she got. He needed to think of a way to help her relax.
They’d ended up spending an hour or so in his home gym in the basement, with him keeping a close watch on her so she didn’t use her foot any more than she should be. When he’d checked it this morning, it hadn’t been swollen which pleased him. He’d hate to think they’d hurt it further last night.
After showering, he’d made them both breakfast. It was only ten, so he had plenty of time to do what he wanted with her.
“Promise you won’t peek. I want you to get the full surprise.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl. You’re going to like it.”
* * *
She watched as he walked away
after setting her down on the sofa. He had the juiciest butt she’d ever encountered. And those shoulders. Don’t get her started.
Then there were his hands.
His mouth.
His tongue.
The man was just multitalented. That was for sure.
She wondered what the surprise was. She was feeling surprisingly relaxed after their gym session. It wasn’t a jog, but maybe the workout combined with all those orgasms was helping keep the buzz of energy at bay.
After about forty minutes, she looked up to see him walk into the room.
“Right, give me five minutes then come knock on the door, okay?”
“All right,” she said slowly. “This isn’t one of those things where I knock, then open the door and you’re naked, right? I mean, not that it’s a problem. Just checking.”
“Give a girl a few orgasms and she turns into a freaking smart ass,” he muttered as he turned and walked away.
She grinned. She definitely felt freer than she had in forever. The longer she spent with Razor, the more the heavy veil over her lifted.
And the real Tabby could shine through.
After five minutes, she moved down the hallway. Luna padded along behind her and she placed her hand on the dog’s head as she knocked on the door.
“Close your eyes,” Razor commanded.
Nerves filled her. Then she told herself not to be silly. This was Razor. He wasn’t going to do anything to frighten her. And he’d seemed kind of excited about whatever the surprise was.
“My eyes are closed,” she told him.
She felt a shift in the air as the door opened then he took hold of her hands. “Follow me.”
He led her into the room and she had to fight hard not to tremble.
This is Razor. Trust him.
“All right, open them. Luna, that’s not yours,” Razor scolded.
She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Luna sitting in front of her with a stuffed fish in her mouth.
Tabby burst into laughter as Luna looked sadly up at Razor.
“Don’t laugh. She knows that’s not for her.” Razor sighed as both she and Luna turned to stare at him. “I swear, the two of you think you can wrap me around your little finger and tail . . .”
“You mean, we can’t?”
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