I wondered what it would be like to get her pregnant.
She was on the pill, I knew that. I'd assumed and then eventually asked. But I kind of wished she wasn't.
I froze as my orgasm continued to pump cum into her.
I wanted to have a baby with her.
That was crazy. Everything about this was crazy.
Maybe I was losing my mind.
I lifted her off me and went into the bathroom, staring at my reflection.
Nevada
I lay there, utterly confused by the sudden change in Clay's demeanor. He'd been staring at me like I was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Now he was barely looking at me.
Still, his arm was wrapped around my waist. I tried to adjust it and he'd squeezed me, not letting me move.
Now, I was starting to get dozy.
"I should go back."
He didn't say anything.
"Clay? I need to go back or my mom will get worried."
Again he said nothing. I sighed deeply and tried to move his arm again. It felt like lead. Hot, sexy, bristling with muscles lead.
I couldn't move.
"No."
That's all he said. He just flat out refused to move. And then he started touching me and I forgot about my mom, or having to sneak out, or getting caught by the servants in the morning.
His fingers scooped up against my sex from behind. He didn't move an inch, except to use his leg to lift mine, spreading me open.
Then he started teasing me.
Oh God.
I couldn't stand up to this sort of thing for long. I was weak. At least where he was concerned. He knew it too.
I whimpered in need as he traced the outside of my * lips. A low laugh was his only response. He was still laying there, not looking at me, not talking. His face was buried in the back on my neck.
I lost track of time as he played with me. He toyed with me for a long time, finally sliding his cock inside me from behind. Then he fucked me so slowly that I thought I would go insane.
His hand slipped to the front and found my clit. His cock slid in and out of me with excruciating control as he kept me on the edge of orgasm for an hour. Finally, he picked up his pace.
Something changed. He took his hand away and gripped my hips, thrusting into me hard. There was something almost desperate about it.
I opened my eyes and caught sight of us in the mirror. He was behind me. He didn't know I could see his face.
He looked so raw it took my breath away. His face was twisted in what looked like abject despair. Like he knew he was going to hurt me and he didn't want to.
Like he didn't want this at all.
But he couldn't help himself.
I came then, creaming all over his shaft. He twitched and shuddered behind me and unloaded into my * again. We lay there, still connected.
Never further apart.
It was the most intense orgasm I'd had yet.
But it was wrong somehow.
I felt dirty.
I felt used.
I felt ashamed.
I must have fallen asleep for a little while because when I woke up Clay was gone.
And I was tied spread eagle to his bed.
Chapter Fourteen
Clay
I was a dick.
I was a cad.
I was literally the biggest asshole known to man.
I walked back into the room with a tray. I'd tied her up and left her there. All alone.
Sweet innocent Nevada.
I was going to torment her. I was going to tease her. I was going to take pictures too.
So I had something to remember her by.
Because I knew when I untied her that she'd walk out and never, ever, ever come back again.
I was a total fucking dick.
I almost hated myself in that moment. But then I pushed the door open and saw her there. Naked. Helpless. At my beck and call.
And I stopped thinking rationally all together.
That happened a lot around Nev.
"Good morning sweetheart. Are you hungry?"
I shut the door behind me and carried the tray to the bedside table. There were two of everything. So she knew in an instant that the staff knew I was not alone.
And soon enough they'd know who was in here with me.
Who I was fucking.
I saw the realization dawn on her face. I'd tricked her. I'd made her stay.
Like I said, I was pretty much a stone cold bastard.
And things were about to get a lot worse.
"Breakfast my sweet."
She glared at me, saying nothing. I lifted the edge of the sheet and peeked underneath. I couldn't help but grunt at the sight of all those luscious curves. Totally at my disposal.
"Hungry?"
She ignored me. I grinned at her.
"That's okay. I am. And you are going to be my table."
Her eyes got very, very wide. I had a sip of my coffee, offering her some. She turned her head away, not answering me. So she was giving me the silent treatment. I was going to put an end to that real fucking fast.
"Well, I guess I better set the table."
I lifted the edge of the sheet covering her again and slowly dragged it down her body. She whimpered and stared at me. I just took my time, enjoying the view.
And there was not a damn thing she could do about it.
"Clay-"