“Good girl. Come.”
I let my body relax completely and the orgasm rips through me. I convulse against the mattress and keep the toy against my pussy, riding the wave for as long as I can.
Finally, Victor pulls my hand away and takes the toy. “No need to be greedy, Mariposa. You’ll get more soon.”
I wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t asked.
“It’s a good thing you remembered to ask,” he says as he deposits the toy back in his bathroom sink. “I would have had to spank you and then I would be late for work, and you would be stuck in a vicious punishment cycle.”
“What were you, reading my mind?” I ask teasingly.
He laughs. “Kind of. Your face always says it all, sweetheart. Now fix your clothes and walk me out.”
I want him to stay and fuck me, but I know he won’t. He’s already bent more than I thought he would by letting me come before he leaves.
“You slept in your shirt, Sir. You should change it before work, so you aren’t wrinkled,” I say as I stand and straighten my skirt.
He looks down at the wrinkled garment and smiles at me. “Thank you, butterfly. Always taking care of me. I’ll change while you wash up.”
He reaches for the top button of his shirt, and I wash my face and hands in his bathroom.
Back in the bedroom, I adjust his tie for him and then let him hold my hand as we walk down the stairs. Lili is sitting on the sofa reading a book. She gives me a little wave when we walk past her.
Victor pulls me close and kisses me soundly before he slips out the front door.
When I turn back, Lili is grinning at me.
“Tell me everything,” she says as she puts the book aside.
Chapter 31
Lili
Gracelaughsasshemoves toward the couch. “What do you want me to say?”
“That he fucked your brains out and you have plans to repeat it tonight? Hopefully loud enough for me to hear.” I hope she can tell I’m teasing.
Grace’s mouth falls open and her cheeks turn red. “Lili!”
Laughter shakes my shoulders. “I’m sorry. Why are you shocked? I watched him punish you. And even though I felt bad for getting you in trouble, it was really fucking hot.”
Grace shakes her head and brushes unruly curls from her face. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me. I can’t believe he let you stay for that. But no. He hasn’t fucked my brains out yet. We’re… taking things slow.”
I frown. “Well, that’s boring. Haven’t you been taking it slow for a decade?”
“More like fifteen years. But it’s complicated.”
“Tell me more.”
Grace settles against the arm of the sofa and closes her eyes as she tells me about meeting Victor in high school.
“It was lunch. I was heading outside to read as always when he ran into me. Literally. And he looked ready to kill someone.”
“So, he looked normal,” I joke.
Grace laughs. “Exactly.”
I motion for her to continue.