Chapter Twelve

Elise

One Week Later

Our new normal is incredible. I work and continue to sort through things. I will donate most of what’s in the house and the rest will come over to our home. Lucian has an office set up for me, so I have a place to be alone and do my work. There is a connecting door to his office, so I’m happy he is still close.

I don’t have nightmares, even when he doesn’t fuck me in my sleep. Knowing that he is close is so comforting. I don’t entirely like that I am dependent on his presence in order to sleep soundly, but I have faith that he will support me.

Being fully submissive to him is far more natural than I thought it would be. He isn’t a tyrant, so most all of his commands have purpose. I’m usually the type of person who can go weeks or months without sex because I never thought about it, but not with Lucian. That man could take me three times a day and I’d still want him to fuck me one more time. Everything about him is truly incredible. He is keen on making me come, but I find a lot of joy in giving without receiving. My favorite thing to do is to sneak into his office while he is stressed out or super focused and suck his cock. Before him, I hated going down on a man and it felt like a chore, but I’d do it multiple times every day if he’d let me.

I snuck into the conference room and I’m currently sitting under the large table. Lucian is the only one in here right now, but I don’t think he knows I’m here. I wanted to make completely sure who was sitting where before I started touching anyone. Wouldn’t that be unfortunate to suck off the sheriff while my husband was across the table from him? I watched him get dressed so I know these pants, socks, and shoes belong to my husband. I intentionally handed him socks with tiny penguins on them just so I could pick him out in case I got confused.

People start filing in and I move myself to kneel at his feet. I have plenty of room and I am definitely going to make him come as many times as I can. If I’m going to earn a fun little punishment, I’m going to really give him a reason. I gently rest my hands on his upper thighs, and he stiffens for a second before moving back slightly to see me.

“You’re begging for a punishment, little girl,” Lucian says softly.

“Are you talking to your dick?” Bradley asks humorously.

“No, asshole. Elise has decided she wants to be punished,” Lucian says.

Bradley leans down and pulls the tablecloth back to look at me. “Hi, Elise,” he whispers. I wave and he smiles and shakes his head as he sits up.

“Good afternoon, Sheriff,” Lucian says. I start slowly unbuckling his pants, being sure to not make any noises.

“Afternoon, Mr. Voss,” the man says.

“Just Lucian,” he says kindly.

As they start their meeting, I gently suck on the head of his cock. He has his hand on my head but is letting me lead.

“We have changed all access codes for… uhm….” When I take him down my throat, he chokes on his words.

“You okay?” Bradley asks.

“Mhmm. We’ve, uh. We’ve changed all of our gate access codes to limit access to Luxe due to an unknown person having access,” Lucian struggles to say.

A few other people discuss the events that have happened. Lucian says nothing as I suck him hard and move faster.

“Jesus,” Lucian mutters under his breath as he tightens his grip on my hair. He tries to hide his moan by clearing his throat, but he does a terrible job.

“You’ll have to excuse Mr. Voss,” Bradley laughs. “His wife is a bit of a brat.”

“Oh… Oh! Is she…? Wow,” the sheriff offers.

“Is she sucking him off under the table? Yes,” Bradley chuckles. “I can lead the rest of the meeting.”

I take that as my cue to make him come. I gently squeeze and massage his balls as I bob my head. Bradley is talking, but I don’t care to mind my noise. His whole-body tenses as he comes, and I don’t stop. I think Bradley is aware that I’m not stopping, so he keeps talking. Several minutes later, Lucian comes again. This time, he groans deeply and pushes my head down on his cock, holding me in place as I continue to suck hard and swallow his come. Instead of allowing me to continue forcing him to come, he pulls me off of him and moves back to look down at me. He doesn’t say anything, but I know the look he is giving me says that I need to stop. I grin at him before fixing his pants.

He moves closer, and I lay my head in his lap so he can gently stroke my hair as the meeting continues. I nearly doze off from his soft touch. He shifts slightly and I sit up so he can pull me up into his lap. I see that everyone is gone, so I snuggle against his chest.

“It’s hard to want to punish you when you’re so damn cute,” he says before kissing me softly.

“Do I get a pass then?” I ask with a giggle.

“No, it just means I won’t be as hard on you for trying to torture me,” he laughs. “Were you planning on stopping at some point?”

“When the meeting was over,” I laugh.

“I don’t know if I would have survived. You could have been a widow after a week,” he says.

“What a wonderful way it would’ve been to die, though!”

“Mmm. I’ll remember that later when you’re begging for mercy,” he says, tickling my side.

“I won’t beg for anything but more,” I say.

“Oh? Want to make a bet?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Actually… yes,” I say. “I win, I get to publicly make you come as many times as I want without limitations.”

“Meaning?”

“I’ll restrain you.” I say with a shrug.

“Okay, but if I win… I’ll put you in a stockade and let anyone use any toy they want on you until I say stop.”

“Bradley is a monster. I don’t know if I like that idea,” I laugh.

“Deal?” he asks.

“Lucian, I don’t know if this is a good idea for you,” Bradley chuckles.

“Nope. Too late,” I say. “Deal.”

“You just fucked up, my man,” Bradley says, clapping him on the shoulder as he stands.

“We’ll see,” Lucian smirks.

“Luci, baby. I choose to submit to you, and I love every single moment of it. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to tie you up and hook you up to a machine,” I tell him.

“Evil little girl,” he smirks.