Misguided Vows: Chapter 34

I take a bite of a toast, then kick back on the couch and turn the TV on. This week has been intense, as it usually is at this stage in a project, but I’m slightly ahead of schedule, which means I’ve been able to book a flight to my mother’s for the weekend.

I only purchased the ticket an hour ago and haven’t yet told her, but I leave early tomorrow morning. I plan on surprising her.

I channel surf, not particularly interested in any of the shows, as I scroll through my phone and emails to make sure everything is still arriving as scheduled. I only have until mid-week when staff come to the shop and have training on the new equipment.

I look over my shoulder at the boxes stacked against the wall. A few weeks ago, I asked for a sample of the best-selling products and lingerie to give myself some ideas regarding the layout. Everything is top quality, and I’m sure the price tags will reflect that. I have every intention of giving the items back; I just needed them for inspiration, but they’ve provided inspiration for completely different reasons now as I think of Will.

I already have my next consultation booked back in Manchester for two weeks from now, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to miss it here, in this apartment, around these people. Especially Honey. And maybe because of a certain Mr. Blue Eyes who provides a little bit of fun on the side. Not that I’d ever admit that to him.

I haven’t heard from Will aside from the videos he’s sent me. I don’t know why, but I find it mesmerizing watching us fuck. I’d never really been into porn, but this unlocked something different inside of me. Maybe it’s because I can see the way he worships me. Or maybe it’s because of him, in his own unruly way. The man is fucking hot and knows what he’s doing. Again, something I’ll never admit to him.

There’s a knock on my door, and I look up midbite. I’m not expecting anyone. I walk to the door with toast in hand. When I look through the peephole, I see a very well-dressed Will, who looks like he hasn’t shaved since I last saw him. It suits him, though it’s strange to see, considering how he usually presents himself.

“Who gave you my address?” I ask around a mouthful as I open the door.

He smirks, plucks the toast out of my hand and takes a bite.

“Hey!” I demand as he barges past me. “You can’t just let yourself in.”

“I don’t need to be given addresses when I can find them myself, love,” he says as he does a once over of the apartment and then whips his blue gaze back to me. He scans from my feet all the way up as he appreciates my silk PJs.

He finishes the rest of the toast. “I prefer you without those on,” he says around a mouthful, just like I did earlier. I try not to smirk.

I fold my arms over my chest. “So, what, you think you can just rock up whenever you want? You think I’m a booty call?” I demand.

He grins as he steps toward me and corners me against the counter. “Aren’t you?” He places his hands on either side of me. “There’s only so many times I can jerk off to our videos until I need the real thing. I need to be inside of you.”

Heat floods my core. Fuck this man and his beauty. His ability to take and take and take. I know I should resist him. It’s a game, right? I shouldn’t be so easy. But I’m lying to us both by saying I don’t want it and somehow punishing him feels more like a punishment to myself.

It’s the same as last time, though. He’s exhausted, black bags under his eyes. Whatever he’s been working on… it’s taking from him.

And for once, without resistance, I’m willing for him to take from me if it returns the Will that I know fully to me. It’s nice to know he has demons like me. That he’s real and only human doesn’t mean I want to see him haunted by them.

“What do I get out of it?” I ask as he nestles his face in the crook of my neck, and I arch into him.

“What’s the bet?” he asks, kissing along my neck, and I’m already melting into him. My hands trail down his stomach over his shirt, and I’m surprised my sharp nails haven’t shredded it.

My hands fall to his waist. “I bet I can make you come inside me within five minutes,” I whisper as I undo his belt.

He growls. “I thought you told me not to time sexual acts.” His hand slips beneath my top and grazes up to squeeze my tit. I push my chest out, and we just stare at one another, our hands doing the talking for us.

“I told you don’t put a time limit on a woman. But as a man, I think you’ll be easy.”

He smirks, that dimple coming to life, as he curls his fingers in my hair and pulls back. “Those are fighting words. And if I win?”

I free his cock, and he hisses as I squeeze hard and stroke down to the base. Fuck, I’ve missed this cock. And that mouth. “If you win, I’ll let you handcuff me to the bed. If I win, I handcuff you.”

His expression tightens as I drop to my knees. He stares down at me, a tic jumping in his jaw, as I dart out my tongue for a taste. “Do we have a deal?” I ask sweetly.

His fingers are still fisted in my hair as he all but growls, “Deal.”

I smirk.

I like this power, the knowledge that although he’s going through something, I can offer him relief in the same way that he’s offered it to me. But I’m also feeling rather sinister tonight.

I wrap my lips around his cock, my tongue pushing and sucking underneath his shaft. He moans as his fingers tighten on my hair, and I can sense his reluctance to force me farther down his shaft.

As a reward, I do it myself, taking him all the way in until his tip touches the back of my throat. “Jesus Christ,” he grits out. “I don’t know how I’ve managed a whole week without these fuckable lips.”

My core floods with warmth at his praise and the enjoyment of pleasing him. But it’s selfish because I want to swallow every drop of his cum. I want to be filled by his cock and cum tonight in every hole. It’s turned into a depraved fixation. One I’m willing to fulfill until Will and I inevitably part ways.

I suck hard and graze my teeth along his length. He hisses, and his cock jerks in my mouth with a small release of pre-cum. I savor it on my tongue, pulling back enough for him to see it mixed with my saliva as he looks down at me.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Such a good girl, sucking my cock and tasting my cum, aren’t you? Do you want more? You want me shooting into the back of your throat like the greedy little whore you are?”

My pussy pounds and I nod encouragingly. Yes, I want that. So badly.

I want to force this powerful man to break apart in front of me.

I go faster, driving his cock farther back into my throat. I can hardly breathe as I choke around him, but I love how it fills me. His firm grip on my hair tugs at my scalp, and I love the searing pain as I coax him toward the edge.

Fuck, I want him to fill my mouth. I graze him with my teeth again, and he hisses, his cock jerking at the pain. When I get back down to the base, I bite down and drag my teeth back up.

“Fuck,” he growls, and his hand fists tighter in my hair as his hips begin to thrust. “Fuck,” he says again as he rolls his hips back and forth into my mouth. I’m pinned there, doing all I can to accommodate him as he smashes into my mouth.

My tongue and teeth scrape along his cock as he turns into a wild man. Tears stream down my cheeks and spit begins to spill from the corners of my mouth. I want him. All of him.

“Fuck, love. This sweet mouth of yours. Are you ready for your fill?”

I moan my body a heated flush and wet mess already as I anticipate my reward. “Be a good girl and swallow every drop,” he says.

I rake my sharp nails up his legs and grab his ass, letting them dig in and mark him.

“Fuck,” he grits out, and I do something I haven’t done before. But anything goes with Will. I feel like his depravations have no limits as I slip a finger between his ass cheeks and nudge it into his asshole.

His eyes burst open as he stares at me. This man, full of power and lean muscle, pumping into me as if daring me to press my finger in deeper. And so I do.

He arches but growls like an animal as I press into him. He pumps only twice more until his cock jerks in my mouth and I’m rewarded with shots of cum going down the back of my throat. The vein in his neck pulses as a heated flush spreads up his face.

So much cum, and I happily swallow all, as if it’s hitting right in my center. I’m already a wet, soaking mess.

His eyes finally spring open again as I retract my finger from his asshole and he pulls out of me. He rubs the tip of his cock along my lips and I follow it, wanting every drop.

He grabs me by the throat and lifts me to my feet. I’m powerless against his strength and I fucking love it. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he breathes just before he kisses me and presses me against the counter.

I don’t even have time to comprehend why that alone erupts a different type of fluttering in my stomach, because he’s on me, demanding and possessive.

He grabs under my thighs and lifts them to his shoulders, hooking my legs over his back as his mouth goes straight to my silk-covered pussy.

After a few quick swipes with his tongue, he raises his head and adjusts me in his arms. I laugh as I realize he’s still wearing shoes and a shirt as he storms toward my bedroom. “Looks like I get to tie you up.”

He tosses me on the bed and follows me down. “You can wait until I’m done getting my fill first,” he growls out as he lowers his head between my legs again and sucks against the silk of my PJs. “Already so wet for me, love.” I lose my next breath as he coats his face in my juices, and I realize with absolute clarity that neither of us will be getting any sleep.