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My legs feel like jelly as they're freed, and I slump against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I'm a complete mess—sweaty, soaked with my own release, marked with his teeth.
“I don't understand,” I admit, hating how vulnerable I sound.
“I know you don't,” he says, and there's something almost tender in his voice now. “But you will.”
I feel something soft wiping between my legs—a towel or cloth—cleaning up the mess I've made. His touch is gentle now, almost reverent.
The gentle way he's cleaning me is throwing me off balance. I expected rough, demanding, selfish. Not this. Not careful touches and soft strokes as he wipes away the evidence of what we just did.
“What are you doing?” My voice comes out raspy from all the screaming.
“Taking care of you.” His answer is simple, matter of fact, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
I shake my head even though he can't see me. This isn't how these things are supposed to go. Rich guys with power kinks don't tenderly clean up the girls they just made squirt for the first time in their lives. They don't worry about aftercare. They get what they want and move on.
“Stop,” I say, confusion making me defensive. “This isn't—I don't need you to?—”
“Enough.” His voice cuts through my stammering with such authority that my mouth snaps shut. “You've been fucking with boys, and I am a man. Don't put some preconceived notion on how I should fucking act on me.”
I don't know what to say to that. My brain is still fuzzy from those earth-shattering orgasms, and his tenderness is more disorienting than his dominance.
He finishes cleaning me up, and I hear the sound of him moving away, probably disposing of whatever he used to wipe me down. I'm suddenly aware of how exposed I still am, legs shaky and weak, skirt bunched around my waist, and no panties.
I straighten up, pulling my skirt down as best I can, trying to regain some dignity. My thighs are still trembling, and I can feel the ache between my legs where he stretched me with his fingers.
“It's the end of the night,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “I want to see you, know who you are.”
I hear him sigh on the other side of the wall. “Yeah, I think it's about time for that also, kitty kat.”
Chapter 11
Conrad
I'm so fucking hard I can barely think. My cock strains painfully against my jeans as I adjust myself, trying to find some relief that isn't an orgasm. Not until I'm buried inside her.
Because what’s a little more torture, I’ve already been through this for months.
Grabbing the scrap of fabric that was her panties, I stuff it in my pocket. A well-deserved trophy. A reminder of what I've claimed and what's still to come.
The smell of her cunt is all over my fingers, my mouth, probably my fucking clothes at this point. She soaked me when she came, drenched me like a goddamn hurricane, and I've never been so turned on in my life.
Stepping out of the room, I pull the door closed behind me, and lean against the wall opposite the door she'll emerge from. My heart pounds in my chest like I'm some teenager about to meet his crush, not a grown man who just had a woman calling him Daddy.
Five minutes pass. Each second feels like torture.
The click of the door latch sends a jolt of anticipation through my spine. This is it. The moment she puts a face to the voice that just made her come apart at the seams.
The door swings open, and there she is—my obsession in the flesh. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is a wild mess, and her makeup is smudged from crying through those orgasms. She's never looked more beautiful.
My gut tightens with a possessiveness so fierce it's almost painful. Mine. All fucking mine.
I lick my lips, still tasting her on them, that sweet-tangy flavor that I could get drunk on. My eyes drag down her body, taking in every detail—the rise and fall of her chest as she catches her breath, the slight tremble in her hands, the way her skirt barely covers her ass.
When I reach her thighs, I can see the mark I left there, my teeth imprinted on her flesh, peeking out from under her damn skirt. The sight of my claim on her skin makes my cock throb painfully.
Her eyes widen as she takes me in, recognition flooding her features before confusion replaces it. “You've got to be fucking kidding me.”
I push off the wall, taking a step toward her. “Disappointed, kitten?”
