Page 33 of The Secret Club
Lifting my head I search the bedside tables for a drink,James reaches up and hands me one from his side. I groan sitting up and sip tentatively. The movement makes me look down and see I’m completely naked. I side eye James.
“Did I take all my clothes off last night?”
“Yep.” He grins. “And I couldn’t get you to lift your arms to put your camisole on, so…naked it was.”
“Oh gawd.” I cringe. After gulping the rest of the water down, I move to place it on my bedside table. It’s then that I feel the stickiness between my legs.
“Did we…?” I look at James and he is slightly blushing now.
“Did you have any nice dreams last night?” he asks slyly.
I look at him, he’s looking coy. I think back and something nudges at my memory—yes, I did have the most amazing dream.
“Yes, I did have a really nice dream. I had two orgasms in my dream. Since when does that ever happen in a dream?”Am I asking James or myself?I question.
“Since when you were not really dreaming,” he says, watching me closely to see my reaction.
“I wasn’t dreaming?” I reply, confused.
“How good was the dream?”
“It was really good. Too good to be an actual dream. It was you wasn’t it?” I say in a playful accusing tone.
“Did you like it?”
I think back, it was one of the most erotic things to ever happen to me. Completely violating and opportunistic. I loved every single second of my incapacitated pleasure. I didn’t know James had it in him.
“Did I like it? Hmm let me see. I had the most incredible climax from what felt like someone licking me as an ice cream.”
James smirks.
“And then someone oh so gently fucked me until I came again.” I am bemused. “What made you do it?”
“You looked so hot last night, I wanted you at your sister’s, Iwanted you even before we left to go to your sister’s. Watching you pull on that tiny thong. I couldn’t keep my eyes off your arse as you bumped and grinded all night. You are lucky I didn’t fuck you in the Uber home.”
“Did you like doing it?”
“Are you kidding? It was the scariest and most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done to you. I didn’t want to wake you; you looked so gorgeous lying there prone and open to take whatever I gave you. Your little moans had me almost coming too soon every time you made a whimper. To take whatever I wanted was one of the most arousing experiences of my life.” James looks a mixture of guilty and happy.
“I enjoyed it. I mean it, you can fuck me in my sleep whenever you want to James. It was the best dream of my life. If only they were all like that.”
“Whenever I want?”
“Yes, whenever you want. In fact, my body is for your pleasure. You can have me whenever and however you want. Use me, take me, I want to be the object of your desire and pleasure, the very thought turns me on.”
“You mean I can bend you over any piece of furniture whenever and wherever I want and take my fill?” James asks, looking at me with hooded eyes, a devious smile creeping across his face.
“I mean what I say James. I want you to. I like it, maybe Ineedyou to,” I say earnestly. I don’t know what is going on with me, but I honestly mean it. Things are changing in my head and the way I feel about sex and our relationship. Ever since my new job as a Clarendon Playmate.
“I have no more questions. It is a deal,” says James, his expression looking like the cat just got the cream.
“I’d say it’s a pretty good deal.” I smile broadly back, then I remember my hangover and headache.
“But first, sleep.” I yawn and stretch my arms.
“Before you go back to sleep, can you take the kids to Netball and Soccer not this weekend but the following one? I have a full weekend of Dom training I’ve booked in for in the city.”
My eyes light up. I had no idea he was taking it so seriously. “Do you!?” I exclaim, not able to keep the excitement out of my voice.
