Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,47
of jeans and a UCLA T-shirt along with a new bra and panty set.
I have no idea where or how he got these, especially the UCLA T-shirt in Seattle. I’m just happy I won’t be walking around naked. I pull a brush, something that’s new, too, through my hair when he opens the door slightly. “UCLA looks good on you.” He’s through the doorway and drops his pajama pants, and his bare rear is beautiful. And though he’ll be everything to me and is already, it’s odd that he’s so comfortable since we’ve only been around each other twice.
My face reddens as I both sense it and see it in the mirror. “Is my girl a little shy?” he teases.
I lift my head, enough to see his naked body behind me, and my gaze falls on his erection. It comes more to life, and the thick vein on the side where I have the best view begins to pulse.
“This is what you do to me.” He grasps it. “Watch me.” His hand takes long and lazy strokes up and down what has to be steel hard. “Don’t take your eyes off me as I jack off to the idea of you watching me.”
He leans his head, and his eyes roll back. “Ah, fuck. I’m imagining your mouth on me.” I don’t speak because if he wants my mouth on his erection, he’ll ask me. “And in my imagination, you deep throat me, you’re fumbling with my balls, and I have my hands in your blond locks. I even pull on it a little because you love the pain, at my hands, at my choice.” I stifle a moan as the wetness in my panties increases.
“And you love licking the pre-cum from the tip of my cock. You don’t say cock because that’s not how my gem talks, and for some reason, that is a fucking turn-on. But as you lick it and suckle, you begin to deep throat me. And when I ask you if you’d like me to come in your mouth, you can’t say anything, but I already know your response—if it pleases you, Sir, and because it pleases me a fuck ton, I let go in your mouth, and like the good sub you are, you swallow.”
It’s then he begins to come. He lets go, and I want to touch myself, but I don’t dare even think this way.
He grabs a towel, cleaning himself up, then tosses it in the dirty clothes basket. “Now, are we past this shyness?” He drops a kiss on my forehead, and in this small little intimate gesture, our connection grows stronger.
He insists I stay in the bathroom, watching him as we chat about the day. He takes one look at me. “Do you have a way to pull your hair off your neck?”
“Yes, Sir.” My purse is close to me, and I take a hair tie from it, pulling it into a high bun. I’m casual in a simple T-shirt and pair of jeans. The shoes are high-heeled booties, but I put them on, and in his full-length mirror, the outfit makes sense. Though without makeup, I feel a little naked.
“Oh, fuck, gem, you’re stunning. I love this look on you.” Again, I don’t care what I look like because this pleases him. But I have to admit, it’s a sexy casual style.
In his living room, several pieces of paper are arranged on the long sleek coffee table that separates the two couches that face one another.
“Come sit with me, precious.” He pats the seat near him, but I’m not on top of him, as I had been when we’d been sitting together on the couch earlier.
“We’re going to do some shopping today and get you settled into your apartment.” I’m not sure what to think about this because with Drake, we’d not been together. But with Maddox, I’d hoped we’d skipped this part. “Don’t worry, my sweet gem. There are many reasons for us to have our own space for now. And don’t think I don’t want you here with me. It won’t be forever.”
He reads my reluctance, and this was how I knew he was the right man for me. He understood me before I could put the words together myself.
“But first, I want to talk about what I require from my submissive.” He hands me a contract, a very legal looking document. “And there’s a lot more communication needed in BDSM than simple vanilla sex. After a couple