Page 78 of Executive Decision

“Don’t stop,” I pled. “Oh, God, please don’t stop, Cal!”

* * *

Cal

Daphne’s pleas didn’t fall on deaf ears. I had never watched her cum from this angle. As her orgasm grew, her body flushed, and nostrils flared. She looked beautiful anyway when she came, but watching her body shift with every thrust and feeling her toes curl around me felt like I’d cast a spell over her.

“Oh my God! Oh, fuck me, Cal! Fuck!”

She dug her nails deeper into my back, dragging them as her eyes rolled back. She may have left my back scratched, but I didn’t care. Her screams of pure satisfaction made up for any minor discomfort. I kissed her, wanting to be as close as I could at that moment. I breathed it in—how her chest rose, how she felt, the sight of her eyes rolling back, and how she smelled. I knew I just did what she claimed was impossible. I’d just brought her somewhere no one else had.

I pulled her hands behind her head. “No more scratching my back, Daphne. You’re poorly behaved.”

“I have… impeccable manners, Mr. Markham,” Daphne panted. “I find it… abhorrent you’d…say otherwise.”

“Abhorrent? You look utterly delighted, princess. Try again.”

Daphne bit her lip, encouraging me to fuck harder. Unable to do more, I pulled her ankles around my ears. Now, with every thrust, I got a tiny moan. But what was more, her tits bounced beautifully. With persistence, I managed to fuck her well enough that she came again, making little sense and resorting to unintelligible screams as she gripped the pillows for dear life.

“Oh, good girl,” I said. “Very good girl.”

I couldn’t fight the urge anymore. Every fiber of me needed release. The visual was too strong. I fell forward, pinning her once more as I gave her one last, hard thrust. I lay there, pressing into her. Her rapid breathing and mine synced for a moment before I slowly released her.

“Mmm,” Daphne moaned as I pulled back, sounding almost sleepy. “You win.”

“I win?” I laughed.

“You were right. I just thought I was hard to get off.”

“You are easy to get off, princess,” I said. “Which tells me past lovers have never done much work.”

“Lovers?” Daphne snickered. “Cal, I’ve only been with two people. You and my ex.”

I did a double take. “You… lost your virginity… to him?”

It didn’t compute. She was too young formewhen we first slept together, but at least she was a fully-grown woman making her own money. The timing of her partnership with Chandler Walker was hazy, but I remembered it happening several years before we hooked up. It didn’t seem right.

“Don’t judge me,” Daphne said.

I’d killed the mood. She recoiled back to her insular self.

“No, Daph, I didn’t mean it like that. Only that… well, you were so young.”

“You don’t need to make me feel bad.”

“Daphne, baby, I don’t mean it like that. I am more worried?—”

“Worried?

By now, I tried my best with damage control in more than one way, using a towel to mop up the bit of blood present. I wasn’t squeamish, but soon realized Daphne was.

“Oh, God. This was a bad idea!” Daphne grabbed a towel from the bed and raced into the bathroom, slamming the door.

I pulled the towel around my waist and knocked.

“Daphne, are you okay? I’m not angry, but I am worried I’ve upset you. If so, baby, I’m sorry.”

“I feel so gross and this was all a mistake. I’ve fucked it up,” Daphne sobbed “I… I don’t know.”

---