I chuckled, although there was no humor behind it. “It’s been obvious my entire life that my mother felt as though I was a burden. Looking back now, I think she was angry that my father died, leaving me with her. Thankfully, she met Jim not long after. My stepfather attended school functions when he could. Being a firefighter, it worked into his schedule fairly well. My mother, on the other hand, didn’t attend, even if she was home.”
Sir smiled, but I could tell it was forced. “As you can imagine, our mother attended every function for all three of us. Even when we didn’t want her to. And yes, King was also a big presence in our lives. He was there for meet the teacher, our school plays, most of our football and baseball games. Everyone knew who he was. The other mothers fawned all over him and my mother took pride in the fact that he was hers.”
I giggled because I could imagine that.
“Your mom mentioned that your sister wasn’t fond of their relationship?”
Sir shook his head. “Not so much, no. She pretended they didn’t exist for the most part. As much as my mother would allow it, anyway. Laura ended up marrying her high school sweetheart, then moved to Kentucky with him for college. She settled down there and rarely comes back.”
“Do your parents see her often?” I remembered they were heading there for Christmas.
“Oh, yes. My mother insists. They go to Kentucky at least six times a year. My sister claims she hates it, but I know she doesn’t. My nieces and nephews adore their grandparents.”
It was nice to hear about parents who went to the effort of making the relationship work. It was obvious their sister would’ve kept her distance if they’d allowed it.
We finished eating in silence. Surprisingly it wasn’t awkward although I was sure I’d dampened the mood by talking about my mother. I certainly hadn’t meant to.
Twenty-Six
I GOT A LITTLE GLIMPSE of Sir’s routine the next morning. He was up at five, so I was, too. While I headed for the shower, he went upstairs for a long time. I had no clue what he was doing, nor did I try to find out. I went through my ritual of getting ready for work. Although I was with Sir, I didn’t want anything to interfere with work. I was ready and waiting for him by six thirty. He was showered and dressed a short while later.
We arrived at the office right at seven thirty and went right for our respective desks. In fact, the entire day went by as normal. And not once did anyone suggest I work naked.
•
“Are you hungry?” Sir asked when we walked in the door that evening.
“Starving.” It was true. My stomach was growling. I’d had a sandwich for lunch, which had been delivered to me at one o’clock by Jordan, who informed me that someone (Sir) had placed the order for the two of us. Jordan and I had shared our meal in the break room shortly thereafter. I couldn’t deny that Sir’s thoughtfulness had gotten me a little misty-eyed.
Sir leaned down and kissed my neck. “Do you cook?”
I shrugged. “A little.”
“Why do I get the impression you’re downplaying that?”
I laughed. “Since it’s just me, I don’t often have the chance to cook. But I do enjoy it.”
“Is it edible? Because my brother says he’s capable of cooking, but most of the time, it’s not all that edible.”
Still laughing, I turned to face him. “Of course it’s edible.”
“Good.” He nodded. “The kitchen’s that way. You’ll find all you need to make pretty much anything you want.”
I stared up into his eyes. “Is there anything you don’t like, Sir?”
“I’m relatively flexible when it comes to food.”
Turning, I headed toward the kitchen. Before I got two steps away, Sir smacked me on the ass.
“You have thirty minutes. That’s all. Impress me, sweet girl.”
A thrill shot through me as I skipped to the kitchen, eager to do as he requested. I spent a couple of minutes reviewing all the ingredients he had. Being considerate of the time I’d been allotted, I pulled out the items I would need to make beef liver and onions, as well as mashed potatoes and peas.
I didn’t know where Sir wandered off to, but I focused on my task, wanting to ensure I got this right. Admittedly, I sought the instructions on how to make beef liver on the Internet. I liked the idea of cooking for my master. It seemed so domestic.
Almost exactly thirty minutes later, Sir returned to the kitchen, just as I was putting everything on the table.
“What would you like to drink, Sir?”
“Iced tea would be great.”
“Sweet or unsweet?” See, my time as a waitress hadn’t been pointless.
“Sweet.”
I quickly made two glasses of sweet tea and joined him at the table. We ate in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. For some reason, I didn’t feel the need to fill the void with words. Instead, I enjoyed looking around the space and out the windows at the barn and stables I could see in the distance.
When we were finished, Sir instructed me to clean up, then join him in the living room.
I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, then set it to start. Once I’d wiped all of the counters and the table, I lit a candle to get rid of the liver smell that overpowered the space, leaving it on the island where it would be safe.
I found Sir sitting on the sofa, his shirt off, his feet propped up on the table. He was watching television and when he glanced my way, I noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Admittedly, I liked seeing him without his glasses. Sure, those specs were quite appealing, making him even hotter, but it felt as though he was letting down his guard a little when he wasn’t wearing them.
“Something wrong?” he asked, frowning.
“You’re not wearing your glasses.”
He smiled. “I usually only wear them in the office or when we’re around a lot of people. Too many times people confuse me and my brother, so it’s easier that way. However, I prefer contacts.”
Ahh. Now I understood. Without the glasses, they were identical, aside from that small scar on his left eyebrow. Granted, their demeanors were quite different and I was fairly certain I’d be able to tell them apart regardless.
Hopefully.
“Come here, sweetness,” Sir instructed, patting the spot beside him. “Strip and join me.”
I’d gotten used to stripping on command, so it didn’t bother me anymore. Plus, the chances of him making me come seemed greater if my clothing was removed. At home, I would’ve discarded my clothes on the floor, which was the reason I was always conscious of making sure I was neat and tidy when I removed them. I stacked them on the end table, then sat down beside Sir.
“Lean back against the armrest,” he said, pointing toward the other end. “Put your feet in my lap.”
I leaned against the arm, propped my head on a cushion, and placed my feet in his lap. Sir rubbed my feet while we watched a movie.
Well, technically, he watched the movie while I spent most of my time watching him.
“Is this what you like to do on the weekends, Sir?” I asked when there was a commercial.
“Only on Friday. Saturdays I tend to go to the club. But Fridays are my night off. I like to chill. Relax.”
“I like this, Sir.”
His gaze traveled the length of my body before turning back to the television. While we watched some gangster movie, Sir massaged my feet, his hands slowly drifting up my legs until he was absently petting my pussy. The feeling was remarkably relaxing. The way his hands gently glided over my skin, drifting between my lips to find my clit. He didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me, although I couldn’t say the same about me. I was hyperaware of every touch.
Sir eventually lifted my left foot from his lap. “Put your foot on the back of the couch.”
I propped my leg up, which opened me up to his roaming fingers.
“Other foot on the coffee table.”
I was splayed open for him, but Sir continued to watch the movie, still teasing me with his fi
ngers. I was panting, doing my best not to move, although I was silently willing him to put me out of my misery.
He looked over at me.
“You have a pretty pussy, sweet girl.”
I blushed at the compliment. “Thank you, Sir.”
Once again, he focused on the television, but this time he inserted one finger inside me, curling it at the perfect angle to brush my G-spot. I moaned as I watched what he was doing to me.
“Do you not like the movie?” he asked.
“I…” I hissed when he inserted two fingers. “I do like it…Sir… Oh, God!” He thrust both fingers in, then retreated slowly before repeating the action.
“Then why aren’t you watching it?”
“Because…” My hips bucked under his sensual onslaught. “Because I like…oh, God…what you’re doing to me…more.”
“Do you want to come, pet?”
I swallowed hard. “Only if it pleases you, Sir.”
“Good girl. But not yet. I’m not done playin’.”
I swallowed a groan, glad when he pulled his fingers out of me and continued to pet me. His wet fingers caressed the smooth skin of my mound. It wasn’t long before he was once again testing my restraint by finger-fucking me.
“Don’t come for me, pet. Not yet. I want to be inside you when you do.”
“Please, Sir,” I begged. “I want you inside me.”
His attention was once again on the television, but I knew he wasn’t focused on it. I could see the hard ridge of his erection behind the zipper of his jeans. I wanted him to fuck me.
I was on the verge of explosion when his fingers slipped out of me once again.
“Come here, sweet girl.”
Sir unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his hips before reclining into the cushions once more. My eyes locked on the way his abs flexed when he shifted. The man’s stomach was what I’d refer to as an eye-gasm. Seriously. I would never get enough.
“Kneel right here,” he said, patting the cushion beside him. “Take me in your mouth, but don’t make me come.”
I scrambled onto my hands and knees, pleased to finally get to tend to him.
“Bring your chest down to your knees and spread your legs wider,” he instructed, smacking my ass as he reached around behind me.
When I adjusted my position, he extended his arm over me, his fingers finding my wet entrance, and he was once again fingering me while I focused all my attention on his cock. I laved him, sucking, licking, but careful not to push him over the edge.
“Take all of me,” he whispered. “All the way in your throat.”
I’d gotten better at deep-throating, although I wouldn’t consider myself a pro by any means. I focused on opening my mouth around him, then lowering my head and taking him as deep as I could. When the swollen head caressed the back of my throat, I eased down a little more.
“Just like that,” he praised. “A little more.”
I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. I lowered my head until I felt the wide tip of his cock in my throat. I swallowed twice, then instantly pulled back. Sir’s free hand went to my hair and he guided me back down. He didn’t rush me, slowly pushing until he was once again deep in my throat. When I tried to pull back, he halted me, pushing me down a little more.
“You can do this, sweet girl. I know you can. Relax your throat.”
I did, breathing in through my nose and fighting my gag reflex.
Sir tugged on my hair and I released him from my mouth.
“Two more times, pet. Then I want you to climb up on my dick and ride me until we both come.”
Knowing there was an end in sight made it easier. Knowing he was going to fuck me was even better. I pressed my head down until my nose was against his neatly groomed pubic hair. I swallowed several times, waiting until he groaned. Only then did I lift my head, taking a deep breath before going down on him again.
“Aww, fuck, baby. That’s so fucking good.”
Sir wasn’t the type to swear, but for some reason, his foul words fueled the fire burning inside me.
He finally pulled my head up, his breaths coming rapidly. “Good girl. Now climb up here. Let me feel that sweet pussy on my dick.”
Sir helped me onto his lap, his arm banding around me as he used his other hand to pull my mouth down to his. Our lips crashed together as I guided him inside me, sinking down on his cock. I groaned, loving how deep he went, how much he stretched me.
I began rocking on him as we kissed.
“Sit up, pet. Let me watch while you fuck me.”
I sat up straight, placing my hands on his chest.
“Lean back,” he instructed.
Repositioning my hands behind me, gripping his thighs, I tipped my body back while he held my hips.
“Now watch as my cock disappears inside your warm, wet cunt.”
I did and it was hot to watch as he fucked me.
The man had a tremendous amount of stamina, because we remained like that for long minutes. Me impaled on his cock, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft.
When his eyes lifted to mine, I met his gaze.
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
I nodded.
His thumb circled my clit and I cried out, increasing the pace as I lifted and lowered on him.
“That’s it, sweet girl. I love watching you fuck me.”
I was moaning, desperately holding on, waiting for him to give me permission to come.
“Ask nicely, pet.”
“Please, Sir. Please let me come on your cock.”
“You may.”
He started jerking my hips harder, pulling me onto him. Within seconds, I felt my orgasm barreling down on me.
“Scream for me, pet.”
Sir slammed his hips upward, driving into me hard and deep. I screamed, giving in to the intensity as my climax stole my breath.
“That a girl,” he said. “Come all over my cock.”
His words caused another tremor to race through me.
When my muscles relaxed, I leaned forward, but Sir didn’t stop fucking me.
“Hold on and press your hips down.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, molding my body to his as I kept my hips pointed down. He thrust up into me again and again, over and over until he was breathing as hard as I was, sweat slicking our bodies.
Sir pressed his face against my neck, then jerked me down onto him. His teeth latched on to my neck, and when he bit down, I came again, crying out as the pleasure overwhelmed. The man knew just what to do to make me lose my mind.
“Mine,” he growled roughly, his hips stilling, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
I didn’t let go, holding him as tightly as I could, knowing that at the end of this two weeks, this man was going to ruin me.
And I looked forward to every single second until then.
Twenty-Seven
THE NEXT MORNING, I WOKE up alone in Sir’s bed. I stretched, feeling the familiar ache in my body from Sir’s ministrations last night. After we had fucked on the sofa, we had retired to his bed, where he worked me into a frenzy with his mouth, making me come loudly before he flipped me over and fucked my ass.
The man knew exactly how to use my body and I found I had been hoping for a little more play time this morning. I fought off the disappointment, remembering that Sir had a regular routine and he shouldn’t change it because of me.
Eventually, I got out of bed, used the restroom, then brushed my teeth. I contemplated taking a shower, but wondered if I should find Sir first. I didn’t want to do anything if he had other plans. Then again, after last night…
Yeah. I decided a shower was in order.
I tried to hurry, eager to find Sir, to see what his plans were for the day. Still, it took roughly thirty minutes to go through my routine, then another twenty to dry my hair. I opted to forego makeup for the time being. If he planned to go out tonight, I would have to redo it anyway.
After wandering through t
he giant house, I finally found him upstairs in what appeared to be a state-of-the-art gym. You could’ve fit two of my apartments in the room. Maybe three. And it held every piece of equipment that a normal gym held, from weight machines to treadmills to a section that held large ropes and some sort of contraption decorated with various ropes and straps.
“Mornin’,” he greeted, grabbing a towel and wiping off his face.
I leaned against the doorjamb and smiled at him, admiring his lean, muscular form. “Good morning.”
“I was startin’ to think you were gonna sleep all day.”
“I could have,” I admitted. “But I missed you.”
He quickly looked away and I wondered if my statement bothered him. Honestly, it had slipped out. I hadn’t meant anything by it, but I could tell he didn’t want to hear things like that. I decided not to think too much on it, mentally warning myself not to do it again.
I plastered a smile on my face and changed the subject. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Well, I have a conference call in half an hour. I thought I’d shower while you make breakfast. Then tonight, we’re going to the club.”
“Is it a dance club, Sir?” I already knew it wasn’t, but I was trying to get his mind off my blunder.
He peered over at me with a wicked grin on his face. “No, pet. Definitely not a dance club.”
“Oh.”
“I promise, you’ll enjoy it.” He moved toward me, carrying the towel with him. “While I shower, please throw something together for breakfast. Nothing fancy. I don’t eat much in the mornin’.”
Before he passed, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
I sighed to myself when he disappeared around the corner.
This was going to be interesting for sure.
I made oatmeal and fruit for breakfast. I wasn’t sure what Sir liked, but I figured that was a safe bet since he had both in the house.
I had the table set, including a cup of coffee, when he returned. Like last night, he was wearing a pair of jeans with no shirt or shoes or glasses and the man stole my breath.
“I hope you like oatmeal,” I said, motioning toward the table.
His smile seemed somewhat forced. “It’ll do.” He nodded toward the chair opposite him. “Sit.”
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