His eyes fell closed as his body fell forward, hands gripping my thigh firmly. My relief was short-lived because when our eyes met, he winked at me. Just like that, I came one more time. This orgasm was pure pain. An overwhelming stimulus that tormented me even though the fucking had ended.
"There, there, kitten. I know. My dick's just that good," he said, patting my pussy with a chuckle as we came together. "As a mercy, you can have this orgasm without my dick fucking through it."
I was about to sass him about being unable to perform, having just come himself. He gave me a challenging look, as though reading my mind. Daring me to say the words. Naturally, virgin that I was, had been before walking into this suite, I kept my mouth shut.
The rest of the night was more of the same. We fucked until dawn, revisiting chapter one repeatedly.
"What the fuck happened?" my hoarse voice mumbled reproachfully as I stirred a few hours later, sitting up slowly, holding onto my pounding head.
"That's what I want to know," Zade's curt, no nonsense, asshole voice made an early appearance.
"Work. I'm late. Shit. Apologies, Mr. Ryder," I said, patting the bed down for the phone his voice was coming from.
What the fuck did I do last night? It was the middle of the week. Drinks with the girls was a weekend thing. When Zade let me have… shit. Zade. Brief flashes of last night filled my mind.
No. No. No. No. Just no. I froze in the middle of the bed and forced my eyes open slowly, hoping it was all just a dream.
A hot, sexy, life changing dream. That was all he was ever supposed to be though. A dream. A fantasy.
Alas, there he stood, already dressed in one of his immaculate suits. Perfectly pressed. It looked brand new. Not last night's clothes.
"Work is the least of your concerns. What the fuck did you do, Kamilla?" he thundered, arms crossed as he glared down at me.
He had me shaking like a leaf. My fingers touched onto something wet as I slid them across the bed. The idea of covering up left my brain as I looked down at the blood on my fingertips. I grabbed onto the sheet and scrunched it up around the blood stain on the bed, swallowing hard.
Just sex. What was done was done. Kamilla Henderson wasn't waiting for love.
"I spread my fucking legs for you. You got what you wanted. Yell about how I failed as a receptionist later. It's too early for this shit," I said with a groan, all formalities dismissed.
We did fuck after all. I figured I had earned at least that. Shame. Mortification. Just another notch on his belt. I waited for regret to come knocking. It never did. It wasn't love, but damn if he wasn't an incredible first fuck.
He hastened over to me and laid hands on the sheet bunched up in front of me.
"So I fuck you and you fuck me over. Is that it? When did I sign it? Fucking let go of the sheet, Kamilla," he said, as we wrestled for control over the sheet.
I hung on for dear life. There was no way in hell I was letting go. He was never finding out what he took from me.
"I don't want to. Stop touching me. Last night was a once off," I snapped at him, desperate for him to let go.
"For fuck's sake, I saw it all last night, Kamilla. I know what pussy and tits look like. Now give me your fucking hand," he insisted, yanking the sheet clean off the bed despite my attempts to cling to it.
Our eyes fell on the blood stain at the same time. I wanted to curl up in a hole and die of humiliation. Surprise flickered in his eyes as we stared at each other. He really didn't know.
"It's not a big deal. It's just sex," I said, holding my head high, waiting for him to laugh at me. "When did you sign what? The NDA?" I asked, going into work mode.
Gloat. Boast. Be proud. Fuck, I just wanted it to be over. None of that came. Instead he grabbed onto my left wrist.
"I said let go," I snapped again.
"Don't fucking play dumb. The marriage license, Kamilla. When did I sign for it? Let me fucking see," he insisted as I sat before him, naked and vulnerable, trying to project strength.
His eyes fell on my left hand, grabbing onto it with both of his. Following his line of sight, my gaze fell on the ring around my finger. My eyes exploded out of my skull as it travelled to the hands clutching mine. He wore a ring on his left hand too. Matching wedding bands.
"What the hell did you do?" we yelled into each other's faces at the same time.