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“I think I’m okay.” Putting my hand out in front of me, I look it over for damage.
Christian shifts positions but keeps me wrapped tightly against him. He frees a hand, takes mine, and gently squeezes each of my fingers then each part of my palm.
“Nothing seems to be broken, but you will probably have a bruise.”
I nod. When I start trying to get up, he pulls me back, rocking me more. Since he doesn’t seem ready to let go, I relax into his arms and breath in his scent again. Being held like this feels like heaven, but I can’t quite relax. I find myself glancing at the door.
“Do you think he’s going to make a big fuss?”
Christian grunts and I can feel the vibrations of it in his chest. “I don’t really give a damn.”
I want to ask him if he wants to be public about our relationship. I want to ask him if we are in a relationship, but I can’t find the words, so I stay silent.
“It’s Friday,” Christian states. “Let’s get out of here. We’ve been working hard. We deserve to leave early today.” He sets me down on my feet. “I’ll email Sloane that you’re done for the day.”
I stand there, stupidly. We’ve never gone anywhere together. All our liaisons have happened at the office. “Where are we going?” I get myself to mumble.
“Home. I think you should spend the night.”
My whole body feels frozen. I don’t move while Christian packs up his laptop. He grabs the bag with my work clothing in it and my purse and hands both to me. It takes me a few seconds to take them and follow him to the door.
He wants me to spend the night. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what is happening. Are we in a relationship now?
Chapter Twelve
Mandy
I don’t know what I was expecting, but Christian’s penthouse surprises me. For some reason, I had been imagining him living in a basement somewhere. But no, he just works in one. His home is actually very nice. It’s the top floor of a reputable building in Manhattan with good views and lots of square footage. He didn’t exactly give me a tour, but what I saw from glancing around is that his décor is pretty conservative — antiques mixed in with a few comfy pieces. There are quite a few windows, but it looks like he keeps the blinds drawn most of the time.
When we arrive, he wastes no time in pulling me into the master suite. In seconds, my clothing is off and piled in a heap on the floor.
“Beg me, pet,” Christian growls. He’s nude as well. His muscular body on display just for me.
His huge, steely cock is right in front of my eyes since I am down on my knees on the carpet. Just the sight of it makes my pussy ache with anticipation. I want him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I want him in control of my body until I can’t even think straight.
“Fuck my mouth, sir,” I beg, licking my lips. “I am your toy. Do with me what you will.”
The light in his sky-blue eyes is strong. His desire is plain to see. Knowing that he wants me as much as I want him makes me even hotter.
“I like you on your knees, pet. Lean forward. Hands behind your back.”
I do as commanded, clasping my palms together and lifting my arms straight behind my back. Christian grabs my hands in one of his own and pulls my arms up further. It hurts slightly, but I love being in his grasp. Roughly, he ties my wrists together then winds the excess of the leather cord up my arms cinching my forearms tight.
“Sit up,” he orders.
I lean back letting my hair fall around my shoulders. With my arms bound behind me, my back is arched, and my breasts thrust forward. Being this captured makes me feel sexy. Playing along, I look up at him with my lashes lowered trying to act innocent.
Christian sets a hand on my head, running his fingers through my hair. At first, he is gentle, then he grabs a hunk of my strands, pulling them back and away from my face, and making them into a leash. He pulls my face up until my head is arched back some.
“Open your mouth,” he orders. His words are strained and gruff.
His hard cock hits my lips. Opening my mouth just enough for it to slip in, I taste his rod and lick up a slight dribble of precum. The anticipation today has been too much. Both of us are crazy with desire. So, he fucks my mouth roughly, gripping one of my cheeks with one hand and my ponytail with the other. I trace my tongue up and down his length as it slams in and out of my mouth. I can feel him swelling already. He’s fighting his release.
