tell because I’ve decided that it’s finally time to let the business go. To do what I have to do to secure the future of my girls, and then I’m closing the doors to that part of my life. I know there will be some of them that I won't be able to help and that is the hardest part for me to deal with. To know that some might choose to continue on the path they’re on and might do so in a less than safe way. The thought that they may end up hurt, abused, addicted to drugs, or even dead is paralyzing, but I have to move on. How will I ever have a life of my own if I don’t?
My mother made her choices and those choices had a detrimental effect on my life, but maybe now is the time to finally let it go. Yes, Nathan plays a huge part in that decision. Perhaps he’s the catalyst for change in my life, but I’d like to think that I would have arrived at this conclusion on my own eventually.
“Now what do we do?” I look up at him, barely recognizing myself—the dreamy sound of my voice and the needy feeling in my chest is new for me.
“Now we wait for the cycle to end.”
“How long does that take?”
“About an hour.”
“An hour?” I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “What are we going to do for an hour?”
“I think you need a more in-depth lesson on laundry basics.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, throwing it down with the rest of the colors.
“Yeah, I think it’s still a bit confusing.”
He hikes up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side and running his finger along my wet folds.
“Put your hands on the washing machine, baby, and push that pretty little ass out for me.” His words and the depth of his voice make me even wetter and make me dizzy with need. He takes control easily, and for me, this has always been a problem in past relationships. Control is something that I like to obtain in my life, which makes it all the more puzzling that I have no problem handing some of it to Nathan. Perhaps it’s because the power shift between us usually ends in orgasmic bliss for me.
I turn toward the washing machine, place my hands on either side of it, and push my bottom out as far as it will go.
“Mmm, I like this; you look pretty in this position, baby.” Nathan palms my ass and I let out a moan, resting my head on the washing machine. “Don’t move,” he commands. His deep voice in my ear sends a jolt of electricity through me. The sound of footfalls puts me on alert. Is he leaving me here alone? The laundry room is in the back of my apartment, tucked away in its own little private room, and I wonder where in the hell he’s gone off to.
I relax when I hear him come back. His shirt hits the floor with the rest of the colors pile and he unzips and pushes my skirt down my legs leaving me only in my hot pink matching bra and panties.
He runs a hand up and down the inside of my thighs and gives me a gentle slap there. “Spread your legs wide for me, baby.” Once I’ve complied, his hands grasp my hips and he pulls me back, positioning me ass up again.
“On your tiptoes.” I flush at his newest command, feeling a little more vulnerable now, but I push through that and once again do as I’m told. He rewards me with a slap on the ass, and I suck in a surprised breath.
“You like how I fuck you, don’t you, baby?” he whispers, his lips right at my ear, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hand now held snugly between the lips of my pussy, causing me to whimper every time he flexes.
“Answer me,” he demands, slipping a finger inside of me.
“Ahh, yes,” I reply on a strangled breath.
“I like fucking you too, baby.” A flick of his tongue on my earlobe, another whimper from me, and a second finger comes into play. “In fact, I think I like fucking you a little too much, but you’ll make it worth it, right?” He nips at the lucky earlobe. “You’ll be