“I want to make you come again, I want to please you—”
She lets go of his cock and slaps his face. For an exhilarating, horrifying second, Reese is sure he’s going to fucking lose it, just jet all over her luscious tits and maybe even her face, oh, shit, oh, no… She slaps his face lightly again, then grips his jaw to bring his face to hers.
“It’s not about what you want to do to please me,” she says, “it’s about what I want you to do to please me. And what pleases me is when you obey.”
If ever Reese had not understood humility before, the fingers in his ass and the sting of her slap have certainly taught it to him now. If he moves, fucking onto her fingers, he’s going to come. If she touches his cock, he’s sure he’s going to come. And if she slaps him again, oh, fuck. If she slaps him, he might just fucking die.
Her next touch is a caress, soothing. Then she drags her palm over the wetness now steadily dripping from his cockhead. Lubed, her hand glides over his shaft. Up. Down.
Looking him in the eyes, Corinne starts up that steady, circular pressure on his prostate again. She strokes him faster. Stops. Then again, all the while slowly and firmly fucking his ass with her fingers.
“I’m going to come,” Reese manages to say, or at least almost say. Some of the words are garbled.
“Oh, yes, baby. Come for me.”
She’s no longer moving either of her hands. He’s taken over all the moving. Thrusting into her curled hand, rocking his hips to grind himself onto the fingers inside him.
His orgasm rushes like a freight train, battering him. He comes so hard that he sees stars. His grip on the headboard hurts his hands, a pain of which he’s aware but can’t be bothered to ease, not while every single nerve is firing with pleasure.
Thick white fluid spurts out of him, too many gushes to count, and even when he stops jetting, the pressure on his prostate sends a few more spasms surging through him. He wants to collapse, but even in the aftermath of that epic climax, Reese manages to keep himself upright. Still shuddering, he opens his eyes. He expects her to be smiling or maybe even laughing the way she sometimes does when she allows him to climax, though he likes to believe it’s with joy and not because she’s mocking him.
Corinne is looking at him, but to his shock and concern, tears glitter in her blue eyes. As he watches, one single droplet escapes her lashes and glides over her cheek. It takes a bit of work to unkink his fingers from the headboard, and they’re stiff and sore when he does.
He takes her in his arms, turning them both so he can cradle her on his lap. They’re both sticky, and this position sends a reminding twinge in his ass, but he stretches out his legs and tucks her against him. Corinne presses her face to his chest.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Reese asks with a kiss to her hair.
“I meant what I said.”
Her voice is muffled against him, and he has to shift a little to get her to look at him so he can ask her to repeat herself.
“I meant what I said,” Corinne says again. “I could own you forever.”
Reese brushes his lips to hers, tasting salt. It kills him that anything could ever make her cry, especially something he’s done. “Don’t you know, Corinne? You already do.”
Chapter Eight
He shouldn’t have let her get to him, damn it.
“Anyway, that’s all there is to this stuff.” Tony closed his laptop lid and then the folder next to it. “You’re really going ahead with pursuing this? I thought you said their CFO walked out of the lunch without even talking about the terms.”
He’d let Tony believe Corinne’s sudden departure was because of the insulting offer, not Reese’s history with her. As far as Tony knew, there was no history with Corinne. “She did. But when you told me about the call from their president asking to reschedule for Monday, I figured they were still interested enough to make this happen.”
Tony shrugged. “Okay. Sure. I needed to get out of the city for a few nights anyway. Breathe the fresh country air. Mmm, smell that air.”
“Wow, nice sarcasm,” Reese told him.
“What can I say, it’s a gift.” Tony grinned, then looked at the desk between them. “So that’s all the paperwork, and I have my notary stuff with me, so if they do decide to sell, we’re all set.”
“That’s enough for tonight. You can go, take a break.”
“You want me to order you some dinner?” Tony tucked away his phone and stood, all six feet five inches of him. He pushed the folder across the desk toward Reese. “I’m going to order in and veg out, catch up on some TV.”
Reese twisted to look up at him. “You’re not going out? It’s Friday.”
“I’m sure Lancaster is a hotbed of excitement if you know where to go,” Tony said, deadpan, “but tell you the truth, I’m beat. If you tell me what you want to eat, though, I’ll be glad to get something for you. There have to be some places that deliver, right?”