Josef and I quickly gathered our clothes and did just that.
Outside the door I was shaking as I wiped the come off my body with my shirt. Josef pulled his pants back on and we followed Luis to the slave quarters where he locked us in for the night.
We both took off our collars and went straight to the shower in silence, keeping our distance. I could feel him looking at me, but I didn’t look back. We dried off and climbed into our beds. Mia and Jin were still gone. I’d never felt shy or embarrassed with Josef, at least not since those first days. I didn’t like this sudden distance between us. I curled up under the one sheet I was allowed and finally looked at Josef. He had a knee up, one arm above his head, and he was staring at the ceiling, naked.
“Why did you fake it?” he asked without looking at me.
I was surprised. He really was upset about it. Part of me was nervous to discuss this because of the cameras, but Marco wasn’t home and he was too busy a man to come home and watch hours of footage.
“We fake it all the time, Josef. Me and the other girls. I fake it every time.”
“Did it not please you when I touched you?”
His voice was soft, and my heart squeezed for him. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. I wanted to explain, but I was afraid to badmouth a patron.
“It did feel good. But…I just couldn’t. I’m sorry. It wasn’t you, I swear.”
He pursed his lips together and rolled to the side, giving me his back.
Wow. I’d hurt his feelings. I’d never seen him get upset like this. I knew he took pride in being good at what he did—he could get any patron off, but I wasn’t his patron and he didn’t need to please me. Maybe he just wanted to. The thought made me pulse between my thighs.
Shit. I’d never be able to fall asleep now.
I tossed and turned for what felt like hours, wanting desperately to touch myself or stuff the pillow between my legs. When I finally began to doze I heard a small moan from Josef. I looked over at him in the darkness. His sheet was tented and I saw him place a firm hand down over his erection, pushing it to his stomach, but not stroking or doing anything to relieve himself.
Intense arousal shot through me and I trembled. We both had something the other wanted—needed. When I moved I could feel the pool of slickness between my thighs and I couldn’t help but breathe harder.
“Josef?” I whispered.
His head shot over to me and his hand tightened over himself. “Don’t talk to me right now, Angel.” His voice was gritty with lust.
We were both in a weak and vulnerable state, made worse with the knowledge that Marco was gone for the night. Stubborn rebellion kicked up inside me, fueled by extreme need. It had been a long time since I wanted something bad enough to be willing to face punishment. I threw the sheet off me and slipped a hand between my legs, watching as the whites of his eyes grew larger in the dim room.
“Josef…” I breathed.
In the next heartbeat he was on top of me.
I’d never been so desperate to be filled. When I opened my legs and Josef slipped between them we didn’t bother with gentleness or try to be quiet. He plunged his full length deep inside of me, the longest I’d ever taken, and we moaned together. I gripped his back and felt his muscles clench as he pumped into me.
I screamed, coming almost immediately. Oh, God, he felt so good. It was a glorious, delicious feeling to be having sex because I’d chosen it and wanted it. I ground myself against him, needing more as the feeling of pleasure waned and grew again.
“More,” I said.
Josef stroked harder, slamming into me with his solid hips until my nerve endings were exploding again, and a grin shone on his sexy lips. His worries about not being able to make me feel good were being put to rest.
Josef leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. “Let me in your ass,” he whispered.
“No way,” I said said with a breathy laugh.
I flipped us so I was on top and I rode him, feeling him so deep. My third and final orgasm hit me with a violent shudder, my head falling back in abandon. He grasped my hips, his arms flexing. I felt him inside me, rocketing with his own pleasure release as the tendons in his neck stretched taut and he grunted. He was beautiful.
Our movements slowed and we were both panting. Fear and panic set in almost immediately as reality came crashing down.
“Oh, fuck!” I whisper-yelled, lifting off his softening cock and pushing him out of my bed. “What have we done? Shit. Shit!”
Josef fell into his bed like a lump. In the dark I could see his tired smile.
“It was worth it,” he said.