Page 38 of Mob Knight

I want to hear her scream my name. I want to know I’m the only person she’s thinking about. Not some guy from the past.

Me.

I keep going, wanting to draw every orgasm from her she can manage. Even though I’ve come, my dick’s still hard. The tip’s sensitive, and I don’t love the condom squeezing it. But the feel of being inside her is too sublime.

“Fuck, Joey. I’m going to come again, too.”

It’s not like I never come twice, but it’s not always. I definitely didn’t think I could after the first one. But I am. I know she’s concentrating, trying for a third. But I know when she grows frustrated because it isn’t happening. I pick her up, guiding her head to my chest before walking her to the loveseat. It’s here for moments like this. A time for aftercare. But this is cuddling in a unique sense.

At least, it is for me. It’s not about—or not just about—supporting her as her endorphins slow. It’s not just about reassuring her she pleased her Dom. This is affection that’s foreign to me. I wonder if she’s used to it with her previous Dom. She said it wasn’t romantic, but how did they feel about each other?

I don’t recognize this neediness in me.

“Sir, that was—that was—holy fuck is what it was.”

I feel her smile through my shirt.

“Are you all right?”

“Do you really need to ask after what I just said?” She giggles, and I love it.

“I enjoyed it too, but I wasn’t too rough?”

“Sir, it was perfect. I want it again.”

She’s more hesitant than a moment ago. Does she fear it wasn’t as special to me? That I might not want her again?

“I do too, Joey. Over and over.”

“Is there a time limit for the rooms?”

I ease her away from me to gauge her expression. Her gaze meets mine, and it’s like she can barely keep her eyes open.

“No. Not for this one. I asked if anyone else reserved it. No one has. We can stay as long as we like. But I didn’t just mean tonight.”

“Do you mean you want an arrangement?”

For the first time in my adult life, I want to call it an emotional relationship. I want more than just sex.

“Yes. If you want more time together to see if we’re a good match, we can take our time. But I’d like something formal.”

“With a contract?”

“If that’s what you want.”

She’s slow, but she nods.

“Do you need more time?”

“No. I just haven’t had anything that formal before.”

That surprises me, but I don’t ask about her past. Does she want something more open? Something easier for her to escape? Is it because I’m a mobster? I feel myself retreating. I don’t want to push anything on her she doesn’t want. I don’t want to pressure her. And I don’t want to hear her reject me.

“We can take our time.”

I said that already, but I don’t know what else to say. She has nothing else to offer, so she leans against me again until my dick softens. I stand and carry her back to the examining table. I don’t know if this scene interests her to roleplay.

“I think I need a thorough examination after something so taxing, sir.”

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