Page 46 of Your Body On My Mind

My head went blank as my orgasm hit me as unexpectedly as hers had hit her. All I felt was a brief tingling at the end of my spine. Then my cock twitched in her mouth and I poured out onto her tongue.

It felt like half an eternity while the orgasm swept through me, completely taking over my brain and making me feel high as hell.

If I was calling her my dirty little cum slut in my head, then she had more than earned it. As much as I loved to watch her cum, I loved to see how she got off on making me cum even more. She was so perfect. As if she was made for me.

She withdrew only a few seconds after I had filled her mouth. Nika licked her lips, took up the position she had been in and opened her mouth just to stick her tongue out. A mixture of her own lust and my cum gathered on it. But the mischievous twinkle in her eyes was what made the gesture so insanely sexy.

"Swallow," I commanded and watched as she promptly did as I said. And as if she had perfected it to finish me off, she stuck out her tongue again to show she had followed my request perfectly.

I looked at her, shaking my head. "Every time I see this, I could get hard on the spot, only to abuse your mouth again." I held my hand out to her. "Now stand up."

She reached for it and let me pull her to her feet, and I set about adjusting her dress so that, at least from the looks of it, no one would notice that she had spent the last few minutes on her knees.

Then I ran my hand through her hair, cleaning up the mess I had made in it. Meanwhile, Nika took care of tucking my cock back into my trousers, fastening the zip and belt, and cleaning up any traces she had left.

"Perhaps you'd find other women more convincing if you did the same thing to them," she murmured after a few seconds, her hands resting on my chest.

At first I growled something unmistakable. Then I gave her an answer that I was sure she didn't want to hear. "No other mouth could hold this power over me. And I'm not just talking about my dick."

She slapped my chest. "Idiot. There are plenty of women out there who would suit you. You just have to give them a chance."

And refrain from corrupting her for my own purposes? Never.

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I had mistakenly assumedthat the charade would end after this little encounter, but no sooner were we back at the bar with new drinks in front of us than Nikau turned back to me, that look in her eyes that told me I had better brace myself because she was going to make another one of those statements that made me livid.

As if to keep me guessing, she first sipped her drink, then slowly and deliberately set it down. I could tell by the hunch of her shoulders that she was thinking far too much, even though some of the tension that always seemed to hold her body captive had gone. She was thinking about everything.

About the dates, about the women, about the contract that would only run for a few more months. Was she afraid of not succeeding in that time? If she'd only asked me what I thought, I could have told her that I didn't think it would be bad to marry her after all. At the time, it seemed like the best decision I had ever made.

Nikau and I worked so well together. It seemed only natural to try and keep that going and to make sure we were both living lives that made us happy. But I could only speak for myself. I knew that Nikau would do everything in her power to keep her end of the bargain. So far she had consistently failed, but perhaps one day she would present me with the perfect woman– if she was looking for me and not to complete the deal.

"Are you satisfied? With the way things are right now, I mean," she finally asked.

This was a question I had not expected to be asked. Had I given any indication that I was not? Had I given her the wrong signals? Had I unconsciously made a mistake that made her think I didn't feel better than I had in years?

Irritated, I leaned back a little to get a better look at her, but her face gave no hint that the origin of this question was negative. So I just narrowed my eyes slightly before nodding hesitantly. There were just some slips one did not want to make.

"Do you feel different about that?"

"No. I just want to know if we're on the right track. That's all."

"On the right track?"

"Well, I don't want any sudden misunderstandings, you know?"

"So are you satisfied?"

"You mean apart from the fact that I still find it hard to believe that all of this had been lying dormant inside of me without me even realizing it?"

I shrugged. "Sometimes it just takes a certain trigger."

And for her, I had been that trigger. Fortunately, I didn't need to experience how I would have felt if some random Dom had gotten his hands on her just to give her all the wrong values. There were so many people out there who had this idea that they were the best in this kind of relationship. In the end, though, they were just taking advantage of other people who put themselves in vulnerable situations where they needed to be protected– not further exploited and manipulated to get what they wanted.

"I'm glad you didn't give me a choice."

"You could have said no at any time."

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