Page 95 of Retribution

I continue the rhythm and spontaneously wrap my lips around the head of his cock, his body jolting with arousal every time. He becomes completely breathless as I graze my tongue over his skin, so gently that it’s barely noticeable. It keeps him on the edge and desperately wanting more.

I decide he’s had enough torture for one night and wrap my lips around his length, kissing and tonguing the top, darting my tongue in and out of his sensitive slit. He grips onto my hair, hissing as I play around with him. I bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue around him when I feel him begin to tense up.

I continue sucking and licking, hollowing out my cheeks and driving him insane. His hips buck and the water swishes with his movements, his grip in my hair tightening and then loosening as he unravels before me. He curls his toes as he cries out, filling my mouth with his rich nectar as I gulp it all down in satisfaction.

I withdraw him from my mouth and make eye contact with him. His eyes shine with ecstasy whilst his body relaxes against the tub again. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, removing some of the leftover evidence.

“You know exactly how I like it,” he sniggers, pulling me onto him.

I let out a hearty breath at the brush of his throbbing cock between my legs. I try to control myself but the fight inside of me is nowhere to be found, I rub my clit slightly over his length, the yearning for him inside of me only grows. He begins to fondle with my dripping wet breasts as he takes one in his mouth. I arch into him and close my eyes, throwing my head back with gratification for his sinful mouth.

I reach down to him and nudge his cock against my entrance, the minimal touch inflaming my cunt. He shifts underneath me as he pants with anticipation. I slowly lower myself onto him, feeling myself stretch as we become one. My moans fall from my lips as I rise up and down on him, looking down at his charming face.

His eyes are hooded as he watches me, the water slips between us and laps at his stomach, lighting up the indent of his v-line. Reaching back, I yank against the metal chain, allowing the tub to drain as we make love.

I hold onto his shoulders for better balance and begin to buck my hips, the movement easier from the weightlessness of my body in the water.

Reed groans and places his hands on my hips, keeping himself buried inside of me as he rocks me back and forward, the grinding hitting my sweet spot. I dig my nails into his broad shoulders, and I am completely consumed with the overwhelming sensation, throwing all of my rational thoughts to the lions.

I raise my arms above my head and grip my own hair as I ride him to our deaths. I quiver and my legs tense as the excruciating torment explodes throughout my body, I cry out his name as he takes over, thrusting upwards into me and pulling me into him. His pace is completely frenzied and unstoppable as I continue to sob his name into the crevice of his neck, my orgasm still working its way through my body and intensified by his frantic thrusts.

“Ah, Indie,” he cries out as he spills himself inside of me, both of our orgasms joining together as our bodies shake and flex from the blinding climax. We lay intertwined for a while, our chests heaving and allowing our heart rates to slow.

Reed’s arms wrap around me, his embrace offering solace as my heart skips a beat with the overpowering feeling of love and trust.

“I love you,” I whisper into his chest.

His breathing stops for a moment as the silence becomes deafening.

I tense and look straight ahead fiercely, anxiety rising in my stomach as every second that passes feels like eternity.

Hearing the last of the water splash, his presence leaves the bathtub, the water level decreasing with his absence.

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I wrap my arms around them, wishing that the tub would just swallow me up, taking me away from the humility.

“I’m sorry, I just… I find it hard to say those words.”

I swallow and offer a slight nod, my mind too busy swirling with embarrassment.

I think back to the words he spoke at the lake, the adoration I felt as he spoke to me with complete honesty and candor.

Right now, feels the opposite.

It’s like he’s back to being closed off and reserved, the sweetness of the man from earlier has been replaced with the robotic emotionless one. I can understand that he isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, but to blow blisteringly hot and then numbingly cold is completely different. I don’t want to spend my days wondering which side of him I’m going to get, knowing that I’ll be hurt in the process.

I truly felt that we’d made progress tonight, that we’d established that there is something more going on between us. I stupidly thought it would mean that he would want to be with me for me, and not the contract. But it seems I have forgotten the true purpose here, that this is purely for business.

He’s a guy, wanting to be intimate with me does not make him special, but his words do, and I thought he truly meant what he’d said earlier.

Clearly not.

I’m not going to allow myself to become completely infatuated with him again, all it results in his heartache and disaster. Reed Breckenridge will not penetrate my barriers again, even if it is to spare me the last bit of dignity I’ve got.

I climb out of the bathtub and drip onto the surrounding tiled floor, my naked body now feeling exposed and inappropriate.

Taking the white towel from the railing, I wrap it around me as Reed exits the bathroom wearing his boxers, pausing as he looks at me.

I struggle to meet his eyes and I withdraw a complimentary white fluffy robe from the closet, exchanging it for my towel. When I turn around, Reed is sat upon the chaise longue at the end of the bed, his head in his hands.

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