I come for him. And then Vaughn stands up, his c**k still inside me, and swipes the table clear of the sex toys so he can bend me over and f**k me from behind.

Chapter Eleven

SecretsMakeUsEven

MY God, her ass cheeks from this angle make the perfect heart shape that drives me wild. Her slit glistens from her excitement, and when I tap the end of the plug in her ass, she clenches. “This is the most beautiful sight in existence, Grace,” I tell her in a soothing voice. “So, so beautiful.” I lean forward to allow the tip of my dick to enter her briefly before pulling back. Her ass follows along, desperate to keep me inside her. “Do you like this?”

“God, yes,” she pants out, her words really just a stream of air as she presses her cheek against the tablecloth.

I thrust a little harder and this sets her off. Her face tenses up, her back goes rigid, and her mouth opens to let out a loud moan. She is unable to control herself. And that’s what I want. A woman who will give in, let go, and enjoy the ride as much as I do.

“Hold still, baby. Hold as still as you can. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to fully experience it. So just hold still and let me take you.”

She stills her wiggling bottom and adjusts so her forehead is cradled in her hands on the table.

“Oh, I think we can do better than that, Grace. Spread your arms out.”

She slides her palms across the linen, making a path through the different bowls and covered plates, and then I thrust hard, making the whole table jump and the water splash out of the crystal glassware. I thrust again, making her hands fist the tablecloth.

“Yes, I love that, please f**k me harder.”

“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I pound her with my hips, our skin slapping together, the table practically bouncing. “Keep still and I will blow your mind right now, you sweet thing.” And then I reach down, pull out the anal plug, and replace it with my hard cock. She groans loudly and tries to rise up off the table, but I push her down, grab her hair, twisting it around my hand, and thrust deep inside her.

“Oh, f**k, yes!” I growl. “Your f**king ass feels spectacular.” I reach around her hips, my fingers desperate to find her pleasure spot, and when I do, I rub her wild as she bucks and screams and twists her body, desperately trying to maintain control.

But we’re too far gone. It’s over. I pull out and shoot my se**n up and down the back of her blouse in long sticky streams as she collapses on top of the table and pants her little heart out.

“Perfect,” I say, just as breathless as she is. I grab a napkin and dip it into a water glass that is now only half full from the rocking table, and then clean myself up, tuck my dick back in my pants, and then stand her up and turn her around. “Here, baby. Kneel down on the rug. Relax.” She falls to her knees, her breath still ragged with release, and she looks up at me with half-mast eyes that make me want to take her all over again. “I’ve ruined that blouse, let’s take it off.” She looks down and watches my fingers as they undress her. One button, two buttons, all the way up to the last one between her perfect br**sts. I lift the shirt away from one shoulder and let the soft cotton fabric slip down her arm. I repeat that with the other arm, and then she’s only in her black bra and skirt.

“Put your hands on your thighs, please.”

She obeys and I sigh a little with her compliance. She catches that, I’m sure, because she looks up at me and smiles. This night is going so much better than I ever anticipated. I wasn’t sure if she’d be mad about me showing up by surprise or not. It’s so hard to predict what might set her off. She is clearly a smart woman capable of many things. She probably thinks she doesn’t need a man. But she’s wrong. She does. She craves it, I can tell.

I straighten out the tableware as best I can, moving all the covered plates so they are within arm’s reach, and then settle back in my seat with Grace between my legs. I lift the lid off a small dish. The scent of meat fills the air with a puff of steam. “It’s still hot, good,” I say more to myself than her. I pick up a small bite-sized piece of tender beef and bring it to her lips. “I’m going to feed you, Grace. Open your mouth and take the meat.”

She complies and my heart swells a little. I wasn’t sure how she’d take this, to be honest. She might’ve got up and walked out, spouting off about how she’s perfectly capable of feeding herself. But perhaps she’s catching on? Or perhaps I just wore her down and she’s too satiated and relaxed to care that I’m hand-feeding her.

“Why am I feeding you, Grace? Why not just let you sit at the table with me?”

She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and smiles as she chews, taking her time before swallowing. “Asher, I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m hungry and tired. You could do almost anything to me right now.” I wince and she catches it. “Wrong answer?”

I nod, but stay silent.

“OK,” she says, pausing to think this time. “Let me try again.” She looks down at the sheepskin rug, her fingers caressing it for a moment, and then tilts her chin up so she can look me in the eye. “You… want to be responsible for me?”

I positively grin. “Dear Lord, you are perfect.” I lean down and kiss her gently on the lips and then grab another piece of meat and place it in her open mouth.

She chews slowly again, and then swallows with a heartfelt, “Mmmmm.”

“That’s why I gave you money, Grace. Not to buy you, but to care for you. If you want to give it all away, that’s your choice, But there will be more money in your account the second it goes below thirty thousand. That’s the threshold. Thirty thousand dollars is enough to leave me and move on, so that’s the dollar amount I need to stay in your account.”

“What?” she sputters, shocked by my words.

“Leave me, Grace. I’m not bribing you to stay. I want to make it very clear you are not being paid to stay. You are being paid to leave. I want you to be OK when you’re ready to walk away. When we get tired of each other. I want that money to be there for you so you never have to wonder if you can afford to break off our arrangement.”

Her shoulders slump over and she bows her head in defeat. I hate to spell it out so callously, but it needs to be said. She needs to accept it or she needs to take the money and move on. “Do you agree?”