Page 36 of After Hours

They walked down that alley together, in silence, while the usual sounds of a Saturday mid-morning on the Oakland waterfront swirled all around them. Then past the entrance to the gym and upstairs, just as quietly.

It was nerve-racking.

He led her inside and she expected him to start something. To raise his voice a little, maybe. Press his case. Because didn’t the truth of men always come out, sooner or later? Hadn’t Joseph told her that men only pretended to give a shit about women and their feelings?—

But Joseph wasn’t here.

And Zachary sure as hell wasn’t Joseph.

All he did was come over to her, pull her into his arms, and kiss her.

And oh, how this man could kiss.

Every slide of his tongue against hers was a revelation. It was always dirty. It was always profoundly carnal, but this time he didn’t take it deeper. He didn’t slide his hand down between her legs when they both knew she was already wet.

He just kissed her and kissed her as if that was the only thing he could think of to do.

Until she was the one writhing against him.

“Say please,” he told her, his mouth against hers, his beard a sweet scratch against her skin. “Or I won’t consider giving you this cock. This magical, problem-solving cock.”

And she could only shudder, because maybe she’d been protesting too much in the car. His cock had certainly seemed to turnherlife around. She wanted more.

She always wanted more.

“Please,” Romily begged him. Because everything made more sense when he was inside of her. Maybe this would make sense too. “Please, Zachary. Please, sir.”

He stepped back and smiled, his eyes stern. “Naked,” he told her. “On the bed. On all fours.”

Romily’s heart kicked at that. She practically ran across the apartment, though she knew better than to fling her clothes around as she went. Zachary was extremely neat and encouraged her to be, too. And his encouragements always did the trick.

She had goosebumps all over her arms and down her back as she went to the bedroom and took off her clothes. She folded them neatly and put them away in her area, as he always demanded.Encouraged,she corrected herself. Because encouragements came with pleasant consequences. Straight demands for high standards that could only end in failure? Not so much.

Only when she was naked and everything was sorted did she go to the bed and climb to the center of it, where she got on all fours as he requested.

And then waited.

He came in and smoothed a hand down the length of her spine, slow and steady. Then curled his palm under to test her pussy. He found her the way they both knew that he would. Ripe. Hot. Already melting.

Then he set about chaining her to that imposing headboard, one hand and then the other.

He didn’t speak. She found herself trembling the way she always did at the beginning of these scenes. It started deep inside of her and as it grew it became less of a tremble and more of that electric current.

Zachary was walking around the bed, studying her. He added a blindfold. He liked her to sleep in one and she’d discovered she like it too. She slept so deeply now. The nightmares didn’t dare venture close when Zachary was beside her. He usually woke her up by thrusting himself as deep inside her as he could, where it always took her body a moment to respond.

They both liked that little scrape of pain. How it woke her up into a shiver of reaction and delight, and how quickly it became that roaring inferno—the need that only grew between them.

Romily wasn’t sure how she’d lived without it.

She felt a cool bit of pressure on her asshole and realized it was his finger, at first. Then the cold caress of the lubricate he used, and he didn’t go sparingly. That was a clue. She was slightly prepared when he slid one of the plugs he loved so much inside her, a big one this time. As big as he was, she thought.

She had to breathe hard and shift her hips around to try to come to terms with it.

The fact he let her do that—let her move and whine a little and shift her position to accommodate all that pressure and fullness—told her that he had a whole lot worse planned. That made a whole new set of goosebumps prickle to life all over her.

When she settled down some, she felt his weight move onto the bed. Then she felt the chains move a little bit until he was kneeling before her with his hands on her head, bringing her mouth to his cock.

He thrust in, deep.

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