Page 95 of Bling

“You don’t have to do that. Sometimes sex without an orgasm is enough for me. Especially if I know I’m giving you something you need.”

He smiled. “Well, what I need right now is for you to be a good girl and come for me.”

She nodded and closed her eyes, one of her hands drifting to her nipple.

He gently massaged her clit in soft circles until she was writhing beneath his hand. “Come, Isabelle,” he said softly as he continued moving his fingers.

He felt her pussy clench and she pinched her own nipple as the orgasm rolled over her in slow waves. There was no crying out or screaming, just gentle moans as he continued to massage her, prolonging her pleasure.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful coming undone in my hands.”

A shudder flowed over her, and he laid down next to her, stretching his body out against hers.

“Thank you, Isabelle,” he murmured a few minutes later.

“For what?” she asked quietly.

“For putting up with me. For letting me have you the way I needed.”

She giggled. “You’re pretty easy to put up with, Sir. Especially when I get fucked like that.”

“Oh, so my girl likes it rough? I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

With a grin, he sat up. “Now I have to feed you, so go get in the shower.”

At lunch, they talked quietly, but she didn’t press him about his brother, and he was grateful.

“George has arranged for me to go see Carmen again next week,” he said. “Do you want to come with me?”

“I’ll let you go on your own. If I’m not there to defend her from your grumpiness, she might answer more questions. Or she might clam up. It’s really hard to say.” She twisted her hands as if she had something more on her mind.

“What is it, Isabelle?”

“I have a weird request. Can you promise not to do anything to get her out of prison? Maybe offer to shave some time off her sentence but don’t outright free her.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m flattered that you think I wield that much power. I promise I won’t, but I would like to know why.”

“Helen Peters,” she whispered. “After she got out of jail, she died. I know there’s no proof it was anything more than an accident but…” she trailed off and he reached for her hand.

“I understand, Doll. You have my word, OK?”

She seemed to visibly relax, and he felt bad. He wanted so badly to take away all the things that caused her stress.

The thought tickled the back of his mind that she was only in danger right now because of her association with him, but he did his best to tamp that down.

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