Page 9 of Painting Her Fate

Rule number two: No talking during our sessions.

Too many times before this, men have tried using complements towards me. If anything, whether it be at the bar or during a quick shag, these words turn me off and make me want to knee them straight in their bollocks.Bloody idiots, the lot of them.

I get to my knees and hear him suck in a sharp breath as I grasp his thick rigid length tightly then put the tip of him in my mouth.

I remember the bottle of strawberry flavored lube near Zane’s feet and open it one handed.This will come in ‘handy’, soon enough.

His satisfied sigh lingers as I begin swirling my tongue around that metal ball, over the head of his cock, pausing long enough to lick along the bottom of his shaft and back up to the tip. He bucks his hips and groans as I take all of him in my mouth, sure to suck hard and give him what a good boy deserves.

Reaching around to fondle his sack, I take my now lubed middle finger and begin exploring his rim.

“Holy shit! What are you doing?!” Zane tries shifting away but I hold him steady and let his shaft fall from my mouth.

I peer at him in disregard, “now, now Mr. Morrison. One shall not be hasty.” I continue my exploration and wait for him to settle, “Relax, this is going to feel amazing.” I gently insert a finger, just the tip, and watch as his eyes roll back in his head. His jaw is slack and body at my mercy.

Ah, so my pet has never been adventurous enough to seek out a bit of back door play.This will be fun.

I take it nice and slow, paying proper attention to his cock as it glides along my tongue and soon, I find a rhythm he begins to rock to. Eventually he has all my digit within, and I feel that sweet spot. Zane groans lightly as his eyes flutter, a flush falling over his cheeks that has nothing to do with the warm water. His eyes meet mine.

“Madam,” he groans deep when my finger strokes that spot inside, over and over again, “Madam- oh, I’m close.”

I hum my approval and release him in a tight pop, then begin to stroke his length in conjunction with my finger until he comes all over my chest. *Mischievous lilt* I’m not done though.

I let go of his cock and continue stroking over said sweet spot making him come longer and harder- even after his seed is long spent.

“Lili – ah, Fu-fuck – What is happening?” His head thuds against the

wall and his legs quiver, “I-” The tendons in his neck stand out telling me he’s reached his limit. I ease off, his body slouching with relief.

It takes him a minute to compose himself before speaking. “Christ,

Lili, that-was…” *breathy*, “damn.”

Apparently lost for words, Zane is panting, head resting against the wall, his body languid and spent as he looks his fill over the mess on my chest.

I’d say our last night of fun was pleasurable for him.

“I’m glad you found it satisfactory.” I keep my tone light, but inside I’m disconnecting from the moment and locking away my emotions. There is no time for those here. Without another word I stand and begin washing off the mess then, as I knew he would, I feel his body close in around mine, his front to my back.

“More than satisfactory. Madam- That-was,” He sucks in a breath, “fucking excellent.” He gently grabs my chin to turn my head to face him, “what you did just now- that was-,” he sighs, “exhilarating. Let’s do that more often.”

Can’t he sense I’ve pulled away? That I do not want this?

I give a low hum of acknowledgement before my eyes leave his and I depart the shower room with no other answer. I grab my towel, and head into my wardrobe.

I make quick work of dressing then climb in beneath the weighted covers and sigh sleepily. Zane shuts off the water and follows me into bed a few minutes later, dressed in only a fresh pair of pants. We lay side by side as he studies me. I drift in and out of consciousness, not sure how much longer I’d be able to keep awake.

Why is he still here?

At this point in the night, he would be getting dressed and I would be drifting off to dreamland.This, here with him in my bed, isn’t part of the deal. The bed was never to be used as a playground. We were filling in a void and we agreed in the beginning to not take things further. He is breaking this deal.

“Lili.” He broke the silence as he propped on his elbow, “So, about that news the band received tonight.” His hand tucks my hair back then lifts my chin.

Give him the boot, Lili. Right now. Do it. Tell him to bugger off and never come back.

“I have news for you as well.” I slur and meet his stare, “You go first.” I shift myself against the headboard, bringing the duvet with me.

Stay awake. You have to tell him. Stay awake.I have mere minutes left until I’m out like a light. He mimics my posture keeping his body close and I can sense an unease about him.

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