“Can I trust you to use it Rosie?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, Rosie?”
“Yes Sir,” I reply as heat blazes up my body.
“Good girl.” His voice is an intoxicating blend of pride and desire. “Now tell me Rosie, is there anything you’d like to ask me right now?”
The smoulder in his eyes has me stuttering, “I-I would like to come. Pl-lease Sir.”
“Beg,” is James’ only reply.
“I need you James, Sir. I need you to make me come.”
“More.”
“I’ll do anything, I’ll take it however it’s given, please just help me come.”
James steps into me and whispers in my ear, “Good girl,” making me shudder in anticipation. He slides his left arm around my waist, so I’m held snugly to his body whilst his right hand lowers slowly down my stomach past my navel and down to my clit where he begins to rub his thumb up and down.
“Please,” I beg, “more.” Replacing his slow thumb movements with two fingers, he adds pressure as he circles my clit just the way I need it. I can feel the building orgasm so close with every circle.
“You belong to me, Rose Petal. Say it.”
“I belong to you, Sir.”
“Your pussy belongs to me, your arsehole belongs to me, your throat belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I whimper as my building orgasm rips through my body causing me to shudder in James’ arms as he rubs out the tremors that begin to rack my body. Bliss, this is what I needed.I float down from my high and lay my head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” I breathe into his ear.
“I never get enough of watching you come Rosie, nothing makes me harder than watching you tip over the edge so deliciously.” Pulling my loose, pliable body into his again, he lowers his lips to mine and tenderly kisses me. I can no longer taste myself as much as I can taste us, our combined flavours and desires. I begin to come back to my senses and run my hand along his length before James pulls away.
“Did I say you can touch me there?”
Frowning and confused, I reply, “No.”
“You can touch me there when I give you permission. You have had enough cock this past week. Right now, we are going to get you bathed, fed and out in the fresh air. No cocks.” And as an afterthought he adds, “But rest assured, plenty of cock will be back on the menu this weekend, I am using every ounce of control to stay out of your beautiful, used-up body right now.”
2
With that he takes my hand, and we take a tour of our home for the next few days. The first room along the corridor is a beautiful sitting room with a comfy sofa facing a fireplace with shelving on each side filled with books and fabric lampshades with tassels. The quaint nostalgia of the room makes me smile.
We walk into an open dining and kitchen room with so many skylights, it looks like there is more sky than roof. The kitchen is rustic but modern, there is a dining table next to the kitchen island and each chair is a different shape to the next. Pulling me along once more, James turns to smile wickedly at me as if he’s saved the best until last.
We walk into a forest green bedroom with floor to ceiling windows. There is a giant bed against the wall facing a lush green secluded garden. The room feels like the outside inside. It’s breathtaking and elegant with different shades of green throws and pillows, sitting chairs and a 1920s dark wooden dressing table and matching wardrobe. It feels bohemian luxury and still James pulls me through into the adjoining bathroom.
A smaller room but similar in the layout, there are floor to ceiling windows and a brass tub right next to the glass looking out to the garden, a toilet and shower are in each corner on the back walls and a sink and vanity in the centre of the back wall. I turn to see James watching my face and grin back at him widely, “James, this place is stunning! I love it, thank you for bringing us here.”
“You deserve it Rosie,” he says with a smile.
“We both deserve it,” I correct back.
“I think you have done a lot for our family lately Mrs Bell. It’s time you started reaping your rewards.”
I blush, I don’t feel like I’ve done much more than him, after all he’s had to go to work and keep our family going whilst I have been away. Besides, does it count as work if you enjoy it and have multiple orgasms to pay the bills? Instead, I reply, “And you have too, James, your unwavering support has seen no bounds. I’m so glad you are you and we were able to get through this past week together and knock $200,000 off our mortgage. That is an incredible achievement for anyone.”
“You can say it was a joint effort, but I suspect I got off lighter than you, which is what I want to find out next. Now I know the basics of what they did to you physically, I want to know how deeply they have affected you in here and in here.” He taps the side of my head and then leaves his hand on my heart for a moment.
