Page 9 of His Gift
"And then?"
"And then I worked toward getting rich and getting rid of people." He doesn't want me to know who he is. Why?
"Why don't you want to tell me your name? Or what you were doing today?" He narrows his eyes and realization dawns on me. "Because you're not sure I won't disappoint you."
"You tried to run as soon as I was gone."
"You kidnapped me! And drugged me. What did you expect?" Again he narrows his eyes. "Seriously? I'm not made for you!"
"Protest all you want. I'll show you." I huff. I'm not getting through to him with logic. But I affect the heck out of him. I was idly tracing his chest with my fingers, and only now did I notice him fighting back a reaction. Well, aside from his raging hard on.
I let my hand wander down, but before I can touch his cock, he grabs my wrist.
"Is this out of pity?"
I raise my eyebrow at him. "I don't give away pity blowjobs." His chuckle pulls a smile from me.
"You want to get back control, then." Yeah. He nailed it. In a roundabout way, I want to get back at him for making a moaning mess out of me. "You know I'm not letting you take over, don't you, sweet girl?"
"You could though."
"No."
"For a while?"Why am I negotiating the terms to give him a blowjob? Why did it even pop into my mind?
"For a little while. If you kiss me." I look at him with my mouth hanging open. "What, you're willing to wrap those luscious lips around my cock but not use them to kiss me?" he says mockingly. He can mock all he wants. He just gave me an idea. And it may cure both of us.
"How many women have you slept with?"
"A few."
"But none of them was perfect for you."
"No. They've been a good fuck, though." I bristle.Why do I?
"You said you'll convince me. What if I convince you?"
"Convince me about what?"
"That I may appeal to you more than other women, but it doesn't make me your perfect fit. Then you'll let me go and I'll tell no one about whathappened. I can even move if you want. You probably made me lose my job, anyway."
"You didn't like your job."
"Yes and no, but I need to eat. And keep a roof over my head. Anyway, what do you say? You stop drugging me and I'll show you I'm not your perfect fit."
"I drugged you once, and I already told you it didn't affect your response to me. I didn't roofie you, my sweet girl." I close my eyes and drag a long breath. It's not the moment to get mad over that topic. Besides, he's convinced he's telling the truth, as with the wholebeing his giftthing. And I know it's not possible. It's not.
"So that kiss?" I already kissed him. In the haze of sex. And because he pressed for it. But now he's asking I do it because I want to. It's way too personal.More than giving him a blowjob?What do I want to achieve? Getting back control, as he said. Yes. But I know I won't keep it for long.
Still going back and forth in my mind, I raise up and feather my lips over his. He stays still, his eyes planted on mine.Waiting for me to do all the effort, uh?Fine. I'll show him this is nothing. That perfect doesn't exist. And he'll finally let me go.
I deepen the kiss, relishing the softness of his lips, savoring his taste, and he lets out a satisfied moan. "This is amazing, sweet girl. You're amazing." I reel back and study his face. Fine, let's move this along. It's just sex. And he'll get bored. Or I'll find a way to run.
I trace a path on his chest with my lips and then get on my knees to remove his boxers. For once, I'm dressed and he's naked. His cock stands up, already leaking pre-cum, and I lower my head to lick it, running my tongue on his slit. His moan is so loud that takes me by surprise and connects directly with my clit. Damn, he shouldn't be hot. He should be hideous, at least to me.
He's not. In fact, I'm looking forward to making him come. And I can't hide behind his drug anymore. Shaking my head, I take him inside my mouth, as far as I can, and he moans again. My eyes meet his. It's written all over them that he's respecting our pact and giving me control, but it's only temporary. Without interrupting eye contact, I start to move, fascinated by how much he seems to enjoy this. By how much I'm enjoying it. It has always been a chore, and one I've avoided as much as I could. Not with my kidnapper. He moans again and I moan with him.Holy shit, I'm a slut.
Rushing back and sitting on my heels, I clutch my chest. I can't breathe. Again. And my head is pounding, hurting, like it's splitting in the middle.
