Semua Bab SIR: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"David!" I squeal, my hands instantly covering myself, then trying to hold the pieces of the dress together in the middle. "You can't do that!""Think I just did." He retorts, grabbing my waist instead and pulling me down to his lap."That was a $10,000 dress!""It's not worthy of you." He replies, squashing my anger immediately, his hands sliding over my now bare back as the torn dress lays limply over me."You could have just said you didn't like it, like with all the others." I huff, making him smile, and lean up until his lips are almost brushing mine."I really didn't like this one." He replies smoothly."Well I have to wear something.""Tomorrow? Yes. But right now…" He pushes on my back, guiding me forwards until my lips meet his, the kiss slow, but deep, almost making me forget about the limp material hanging from my arms of the ruined dress.As his tongue licks my bottom lip, and I open my mouth for him, his hands work at pulling the dress off of me, and I hear the rustle of

The hair and makeup crew leave 15 minutes before David is due back. After I’ve put the dress on, with Leo’s help, they do a bit of touching up, making sure my makeup hasn’t smudged, changing my lip colour, and reshaping some strands of hair that have fallen out with me getting the dress on.In my last few moments of solitude, while Marcus is in David’s room getting ready, I decide to set up for David’s arrival.I pour a couple of glasses of wine, placing both on the coffee table in the lounge. I set the box with the chain beside them. I put my shoes by the door, choosing a pair I already own. A pair I have worn a few times at the Red Room with David.Leo had made me eat before I put the dress on, so I am content sipping my glass of wine and waiting for...My boyfriend?The term seems so juvenile in terms of our relationships. It sounds tenuous. Naive. And nothing about me or David is naive. Especially when I consider my past.Having clearly spent a few minute

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It is like I can feel the groan shoot down his entire body as he pulls my mouth back to his, flipping the two of us over and grinding down on me. He has one hand on the bed next to my head, propping himself up, the other fumbling among the toys to grab what he needs first.He picks up the gag, then throws it back down, making me whimper.“Patience, Doll. I want to hear you for a little bit longer.” He winks, before grabbing what he actually needs. The lube. “We’re going to need to prepare you first.”“I’ve done it before.” I say, ignoring the flash of anger in his eyes at my words. “I don’t need–”“You will for me.” He growls, smashing his mouth to mine in a kiss that says nothing but ‘You’re mine’.I willingly take it, letting him claim me as much as he needs before he starts trailing his mouth down my body, and starts coating his fingers with the lube. Using his clean hand, he pushes on my thigh, making me spread them more for him, and he wastes no time in runn

Tangled. Warm. Snuggled. Those are the first three sensations I register as I open my eyes the next morning. Then the smell of David hits me and I suddenly remember everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. David is wrapped around me, caging me to his body, in a protective way that makes me feel safe. His eyes are still closed, his chest moving steadily with his breaths, and I spend a few seconds just admiring how peaceful he looks in that moment. He isn’t Mr. Reid, he isn’t a CEO, he isn’t a mob boss. He is just the beautiful man I am in bed with, who has turned my life upside down. Feeling like I want to do something, just to appreciate him without fully waking him up, I snuggle closer and start pressing light kisses to his chest, letting the happiness of being so close to him in such a mundane way fill my mind. Then he is shifting. And inhaling sharply. And he opens his eyes and looks down at me. Because of