Page 88 of Mob Star

He presses the start button, and the elevator lurches back into motion. His hug doesn’t match the command he issued a moment ago. He’s loving and gentle now. He kisses my temple before tucking himself back into his pants and making himself presentable. Though, I don’t know why since his place is the only one on the floor, and he has biometrics to get into it. The elevator pings, and the doors slide open. Once we’re in the condo, I kick off my shoes by the door and make a beeline for the bedroom. He called it our room, didn’t he? I didn’t catch that at first.

I’m pulling off clothes as I go. My shirt and bra get wadded under my arm as I unfasten my pants. I’m kicking them off as I walk into the room. An arm snakes around my waist and yanks me back. His hand squeezes my ass hard enough for me to go onto my toes.

“Such a good girl to not have any panties on.”

“You told me not to wear them anymore.”

“You didn’t plan on seeing me today. You might have worn them, thinking I wouldn’t know. You could have disobeyed me.”

“I could, but I don’t want to.”

He lets go of me, but when I step away, his hand lands across my ass. Hard. I glance over my shoulder. Surprised and unsure what to do next. I turn to face him, then he prowls forward, backing me into the footboard.

“My cum dripped down your tits and dried on them. I could have come down your throat, made you swallow. I could have forced myself to slow down and wait until we got in here, and I could fuck your cunt or your arse. But I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I wasn’t sure until after I’d done it.”

“Why weren’t you?”

“Because I had to see it to understand some primitive desire. You were being so perfectly submissive. Not because I told you to be. Not because that’s how you are in everything. You did it to fulfill something you wanted or needed, but you did it for me, too. You wanted me to take control. Do whatever I wanted because I could. It doesn’t take a psychologist to know I marked you as mine. But it was more than that. Seeing my cum on you did more than just confirm you’re mine to protect and to pleasure. You were wearing the very essence of what makes me a man. You have all of me. You have me in a way no one else and nothing else can. I want you to have that. Recognizing how deeply I want that was heady— exciting —arousing. I don’t remember the last time— if ever —I’ve wanted something so much.”

That’s a lot to take in. It shifts something in me. Something primal, too. Our relationship isn’t solely about sex. But sex is our love language. It’s how we’ve communicated things too deep to say since the very beginning.

“I have the next six days off. I have nowhere else I have to be, and nothing I have to do. Daddy, you have free use.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Finn

Free use truly means just that. She would be sexually available to me for anything I want, any time I want. She couldn’t decline. Even when I’ve done scenes or when I used to be with Heidi, it was implicit some things were off limits. There were things I discussed with my partners that were off limits. If she really means free use, there would be no limits. She’d have a safe word I would respect just like during a scene or any kinky sex we would have. But there’d be a lot more she’d have to accept that she might not normally.

“Thea, you don’t have to do that because of what I said.”

“I know I don’t have to. That’s why I want to. Finn, I know you will always give me a choice about everything. Even to an extent about my safety protocols. I know if I change my mind, you’ll respect that. I know you’d never ask for something like this. I want to explore more of what we can do together. I’ll confess that it’s not entirely altruistic. It excites me to feel that desired. That you want me so much that you’ll take me whenever the mood strikes.”

“The mood always strikes.” It’s true.

“Can we start right now?”

I’m slow to nod because I still have reservations about this. I don’t want to take advantage of what she’s offering. And I don’t want her to wind up feeling like a sex slave or sex doll I use like an inanimate object I play with until I’m done. But the idea intrigues me, and it sure as fuck is getting me hard again the longer I think about it. My dick might truly explode.

“I haven’t been near you nearly as much as I’ve wanted the last couple of weeks, but I’ve thought about you nonstop. I’ve pictured us together nonstop. Not just having sex. I’ve pictured us falling asleep together and waking up together. I’ve pictured us on vacation together. I’ve pictured us at the grocery store together. I’ve pictured the exciting and the mundane. Sometimes when I picture us having sex, it’s vanilla. It’s slow and tender. It’s more than lust. It’s always been more than lust. But there are times when I picture us doing scenes together.”

“At your club?”

“At a club. Not one I’ve gone to in the past. I don’t want to see women from my past, and I don’t want you forced into a position where you’re reminded of it. You are my now and my future. The past taught me what I know, and now that’s only for you.”

“Do you know you say some of the most romantic things I’ve ever heard?”

“I say what I feel.”

“I know. That’s why I— want to be with you so much.” What was she going to say when she paused?

“I’ve done some shopping, cailín. Some online and some in stores.”

“I’m curious.”

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