Page 110 of Dark Surrender

“Sometimes, but it made ya laugh.” And that’s all that matters to me. Makin’ her happy.

“Yeah...” Iris trails off and turns her head to the side. For a moment, her expression tightens as she goes through whatever woman shit is in her head before she reels it in and returns her focus to me. “But that was okay… for you… right?”

Christ.

This woman.

Doesn’t she get it?

Who she is?

How I feel?

“Iris. Look at me when I say this.” I move her chin so she’s forced to look me straight in the eye. Despite hers being rimmed in red and a whole lot of vulnerability, I tell her the truth. “That was one of the hottest moments of my life. Add in the fact that it was with you. Then it was the hottest. When I said I’m in love with you, sweetheart, I wasn’t fuckin’ lyin’.”

“I believe you.”

Damn straight, she better.

I peck the tip of her nose. “Good. Now let’s get cleaned up and get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“You stay right here. I’ll be back.” Leaving my woman on the bed, those legs still open, I stand beside the mattress and soak up every inch. My cum over her smooth pink snatch, the softness of her belly from her dress riding high. Those tits trying to break out of her top.

I lick my lips.

Maybe…

Not wanting to bother with the bathroom, I do what any good man would, and crawl in and clean her with my mouth. Sure, it’s not something I would usually do. But our cum combined is a goddamn aphrodisiac and has my cock twitching for another round.

“Dark,” she gasps.

“Just let me clean you up.”

“I might…” She moans as I tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Then come again. I’ve got the time,” I whisper against her.

Gripping my hair, Iris guides me however she needs and fucks my mouth as I clean her up and get her off again before I strip us both naked, put her into one of my T-shirts from the bag I brought upstairs, and climb into bed beside her naked. Just like the night before, Iris curls up to me and rests her head on my pec.

I kiss the top of her bald head. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

A little yawn slips free. “’Night.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Dark

This is bullshit.

I should’ve locked that fine woman in a goddamn closet until after this was over. But no, I had to be a supportive man and let her and my ex-wife dress in the skimpiest maid outfits, not the sex shop ones, but close enough—a white, short, button-up style that will definitely show their asses if they bend over, and you can forget about covering their tits. They’re out.

All the way out.

The women who work there are given special bras that hold their boobs up and out. Which has to be some medieval torture device. Sola and Kali have average breasts, but Iris…Christ.

“If anyone in this room makes a single inappropriate remark about any of our women’s tits, I will stab you,” I snarl, watching the computer screen Rot has sent to the television mounted on the wall in our room so we’re not hovering over his shoulder. Three separate cameras show us everything our women see, thanks to tiny cameras we installed in their earrings. I dunno how they work, that’s out of my pay grade, but they’re working really fucking well.