Page 18 of The Reward of You

I wait in the open doorway for him. His pleased look of surprise has me biting my lip to suppress a grin. I’ve been working on a plan…

Sam lowers his head for a quick kiss. “Were you a good girl while I was gone, like you promised?” he murmurs against my lips.

I couldn’t ask for a better opening. I shake my head. “No. I really wasn’t. I had some very naughty thoughts, possibly even dirty fantasies.”

His eyebrows climb sky high even as his gaze heats with interest.

“Girls in bed?”

I nod as I tug him inside and toward the stairs.

“Not so fast, beautiful. Why don’t you go get ready to confess these dirty thoughts while I double-check the locks?”

I’m torn on this. I like his protective edge, but it somehow implies that I wasn’t doing a thorough job living in an all-female household. “Do you think I didn’t do that already?” I finally ask.

Sam shakes his head. “I know you did, but it’s something I need to do to settle my brain down. Something of a routine, no matter where I am.”

Hard to argue with that. “Okay,” I sigh and head up the stairs. I can feel Sam’s eyes on me as I go, so maybe my hips sway a little more than usual.

Two minutes later and he’s in the bathroom, pulling me back against him to nuzzle my neck. “Did you have a good time at book club?” I ask breathlessly.

He growls affirmatively, nipping lightly at my neck. “Tell me about these naughty thoughts you’ve been having, Noelle.”

I cringe slightly now that the moment is at hand. I was braver when telling him was at some distant moment in the future. But I’m turning over a new leaf and claiming the Noelle I want to be.

“You told me I had to cum at least once in a different position for every hour you were gone. And an extra for making you wait. And I wouldn’t be allowed to get out of bed in the morning until I’d properly greeted your cock.”

Bravely, I peek in the mirror to see how he’s taking this. Is he shocked? Aroused? His eyes meet mine and I think it’s a little of both.

“I was gone for three hours, Noelle,” he says slowly. I nod in agreement.

“And I missed you,” he adds as he slowly unties the belt of my robe from behind. He slides it down my body before tossing it over the towel rack. My breath catches. His hand descends on my hip.

“So I guess you’d better start making it up to me, eh? Bend over the sink, beautiful. I want to watch your face in the mirror as you take all of me.”

I moan as my pussy floods in anticipation. Sam waits patiently, not saying a word until I brace my arms on the counter and raise my ass. His silvery eyes stay steady with mine in the mirror even as his hands come up to cup my breasts. “Was that your only fantasy for the night, Noelle?”

I nod. “I just kept rerunning it, embellishing a little each time.”

His smile is slow and sweet. “I’ll leave you with some reading next time I’m go to the study group. I wouldn’t want you to get bored.”

Then his cock plunges into my pussy from behind, hard and determined. I gasp as he slides home and stops. My fingers curl around the rim of the sink. This was a very good idea. Sam takes his time, letting me feel the denim of his jeans against my thighs. The contrast of me being naked while he’s still clothed, only his cock released sufficiently to claim me, is highly arousing. The first orgasm sweeps over me, weakening my knees and making my head hang heavy. Sam sweeps my hair up and over his hand to hold my head. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, still pumping into me gently despite my desperate clenches on his cock.

He withdraws much too soon and sweeps me up in his arms and over to the bed. When I’m reaching for him, he shakes his head and steps back, stripping as his ruddy and dripping cock reaches for me. Then I’m back in his arms and his cock is stretching me wide again.

In no time, he’s rubbing my clit until I can’t avoid another orgasm, no matter how hard I try. My head thrashes on the pillow and then Sam cums just as I go over the edge. His possessive growl fills my awareness, making me feel replete and cherished.

Yawning, I curl into his side and wonder what he’s going to do for the third round. Sam snorts in my ear and I realize I said that part aloud. “Nothing, beautiful. I’ll make it up to you in the morning if you like, with interest.”

“I suppose.” I yawn again and pat his chest fondly. “Love you, Sam. Thank you for not making me feel stupid.”

He stills beneath my hand and then rolls us both over so he’s looming over me. “That kind of talk will earn you a punishment you won’t soon forget, baby. You are always to ask for what you want, understood?”

I blink up at him, then nod hesitantly. With Sam, I think I can do that. “What if I want to be punished?” I ask cheekily. Sam groans and lowers his head to mine.

“Be careful with your words, Noelle. If at some point you think you might want to be spanked, ask for that. A punishment in my mind for, say, holding back your fantasies would be to take you to that store you’ve sworn never to go into. And not letting you come out until you’ve spent all the money I give you.”

I shudder with both intrigue and horror. But mostly I feel highly incentivized to talk to Sam.

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