Thirty-nine

I wait. One minute. Two minute. El doesn’t speak. Her face is still in that frozen state of shock as she processes my words. Was this how she felt months ago when she confessed her feelings? It’s almost laughable how times have changed. I am the one begging her to love me. The therapy sessions with Ava must be working. Constant communication.

Enzo honks twice, breaking El from her trance. “Where to, Sir? Ma?” I look to the madam, she tells him our next location. A supermarket. I bury my fingers in her scalp. She moans softly and her breathing grows heavy. I cup her breasts but she grabs my hands above my head, seducing me with her wicked smile. 

A brow jerks up as she slides to her knees, I am a goner when she bats those lashes at me. This view of her between my legs, those innocent eyes centred on me is what I want to see every day. My belt comes off first, she pulls the zipper down so slowly I nearly come in my pants from the anticipation