Chapter 59 You Were So Good For Me
“David!” I hiss at him, shifting to push him out of me, but he snaps his eyes to mine, frowns, then grabs my thigh, holding me to him. “You can’t–”
“Yep.” He replies to whoever is on the phone, interrupting what I was going to say and then starting to slowly fuck me.
“Are you serious right now?!” I whisper.
He reaches for the gag beside him, leaning forward to push it into my mouth, inadvertently pushing his full length inside me. My moan is muffled around the gag, and he winks, as if to say ‘problem solved’.
But it is absolutely not problem solved.
I pull the gag out of my mouth and glare up at him, but it only makes him roll his eyes. Then he pulls his cock out of me, slowly enough that I know what he’s doing, but fast enough to make my body shiver from the emptiness it suddenly feels.
“Just give me a second.” He says into the phone, before tapping on the screen and throwing it beside me on the bed. I look to see the ‘Mute’ button has lit up, and am about to scold him for answering the phone in the middle of this, when he grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach.
From this angle, the dildo hits a different spot inside me, and I can’t help but groan at the feeling, burying my face into the sheets before he lifts my ass into the air, and grabs the gag again, pressing it against my lips until I instinctively open my mouth for him.
Curse my sub nature.
Next thing I know, his cock is once again pushing against my hole, and he is picking his phone back up.
“Hey… ahh, sorry about that.” He says as he slowly inches his way back inside me.
I turn my head so I can just about see him over my shoulder, eyebrows pinched together as I watch him actually continuing his phone conversation while he fucks me. He is biting his lip, his hips rhythmically pumping, his gaze on where his cock is sliding in and out of me. When he catches me staring back at him, he smiles wickedly, tucks the phone between his ear and his shoulder, and taps his fingers against his throat, then points at mine.
It takes me a second to realise he is signalling for my necklace. I am shaking slightly, trying to hold myself up on the bed while swivelling the choker round and holding the chain out behind me, all while he drives his cock into my ass, and the dildo is still vibrating inside me.
He takes the chain from me, wrapping it around one hand, then uses the other hand to reach down, press the button on the dildo, which I think will turn it off, but no. It turns it up.
My eyes flutter shut again as the intensity increases, wanting to fall back onto the bed, but the tug around my neck keeps me more upright this time.
“That’s good. And what about the target?” I hear David say, presumably into the phone, and a little breathless this time, his hand going to my ass and gripping me tight.
I can’t actually believe he is trying to have a work conversation while fucking me this hard. A few times he stops the harsh thrusts, opting for more deep grinding into me, making me feel impossibly full.
He keeps the torture up for what feels like hours. Between the slow push of his hips, the gag in my mouth limiting my noises, and the low babble of whoever it is on the phone, each second that goes by is more and more frustrating. I want his full attention on me. The full force of him. A full spiral to my orgasm. A complete burn on my throat from him pulling the choke tight. Not this gentle, measured dawdle.
When it sounds like he isn’t ending the phone call anytime soon, I start to take matters into my own hands.
Using my hands on the bed as leverage, I begin fucking back into him, meeting his thrusts, although my movements are a bit harder than his. It doesn’t take him long to notice, with him telling me he’s caught on by tugging the necklace, which just spurs me on more. Especially when I realise he’s stopped altogether, staying still while I fuck myself on his cock.
He pulls harder on the necklace, pulling my hands off the bed, and bringing my body to his chest, letting go of the chain to put his hand on the front of my neck instead, sliding up to my mouth and ripping the gag away. He presses a wet kiss to the skin just below my earlobe, his tongue grazing me as he pulls his lips away.
“Good. Keep me updated.” He suddenly says into the phone, before I hear it thudding to the floor. “You’re such a little brat, Doll.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I breathe, smiling, and continuing to roll my hips back into him, although from this new angle it is more of a deep grind.
“Couldn’t handle not having my attention for five minutes?” he asks. “Felt like I was ignoring you?”
“Just wanted to make sure you hadn’t forgotten what we’re doing here.”
“Trust me,” he breathes, his hand moving from my ass over my hips and sliding up my stomach, as though caressing a delicate sculpture. “I’d never forget about you. You’re fucking addicting to me.”
Using his hold on my neck and my body, he drops me forward just a few inches, hovering in the air, pulling his hips almost all the way back, and then he slams into me.
“FUCK!” I scream, grabbing his forearms desperately as he holds me up and pounds me so hard my body is shuddering from his hips slamming into me. The lazy pace is gone, replaced by a new determination, his fingers digging into my skin, the sting heightening the way his cock lights my veins on fire.
It isn’t long before my moans turn to whimpers cpatching in my throat. Getting higher and higher pitched and more and more shallow until I can barely hear myself anymore. One thrust turns into two, three, four, and then I feel it. Surging from the bottom of my stomach through my chest, my arms, my legs, setting my blood on fire. My orgasm rips through me relentlessly, and David grinds deeply into me as he pulses moments later.
When he loosens his grip on me, I slump forwards onto the bed, burying my face in the sheets as he starts to pull out. I hiss and groan at the sensation, and he puts a comforting hand on my hip.
“It’s okay, Darling, almost there.” He whispers as he finally slips out, then starts kissing softly up my spine. “You were so good for me.”
When he reaches my neck, his tender kisses littering my skin, he gently pulls the dildo out as well, almost dragging another orgasm out of me, and I hear yet another thud on the floor.
“Wait here.” He says, before my body feels cold, and his footsteps pad along the wooden floor. I shift, curling into the soft sheets, my eyes lazy and my limbs deliciously tingly as I breathe myself back to normal.
David comes back, announcing his presence by pressing a warm, wet cloth to my core and kissing the swell of my ass as he soothes me, and unclips the choker from my neck.
“S’fucking good…” I hum, lifting my head up, aiming to turn to face him but not having any fucking energy to.
He notices, just like he notices everything about me, and leans up to meet my mouth. The kiss is deep, but slow, passionate. Caring. He is cradling my jaw with one hand, the other throwing the cloth to the side once I’ve completely settled beneath him, and then he is climbing onto the bed beside me, and holding a bottle of water to my lips.
I drink deeply, my eyes finally fluttering open, and seeing nothing but love as he stares back at me. Pushing the water to the side, I lean back up to kiss him again, feeling the smile on his lips as he accepts it for only a few seconds.
“We need to get in the bed, Darling.” He mutters when he pulls away from me, tugging the sheets down as I climb underneath them, then pulling them back over the two of us.
He instantly tugs my body to his, resting my head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me before kissing the top of my head.
I don’t want to say anything about the fact that he is finally letting me sleep in his bed.
After all of the weird boundaries of always dropping me off in my own room, the fact that he so easily allows me to stay is a big step. It is probably another part of his reaction to what happened tonight, but I am not about to miss the opportunity he is giving me.
So I decide to just swallow my words, wrap my arm over his stomach and let myself drift off.