Chapter 18

The phone ringing incessantly on the nightstand wakes me from my sleep. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it's late. One in the morning late. After rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I flip on the light, grab the phone and swipe it open.

Samuel

Are you awake, Cora?

I need to know…

Are you being a good girl for me?

Have you done as you were told?

Yes.

Everything.

Are you in my bed, love?

Yes.

Good girl.

Do you like it?

Like it?

Being in my bed?

I do.

It's big and lonely though.

Would you be saying that if I weren't paying you?

The simple answer is the one I know he wants. But with my thumbs resting against the screen of the phone, I hesitate for a moment as I think about my answer. My honest answer. The first rule of this business is that you don't get attached to clients—because no one winds up like Julia Roberts—and my answer violates that rule.

I haven't known you long, Samuel.

But yes.

Without the job, it's still a yes.

I would like to get to know you better.

I shouldn't have left you there alone.

I'll be home in the morning.

I thought you had to be gone all weekend?

I wait a moment for a response before sending another of my own.

Samuel?

Still nothing from him. No sign he's responding either.

Are you okay?

Nothing. I wait a few more minutes before flipping the bedside light back off and trying to get back to sleep.

* * *

"Good morning, beautiful." Samuel's tone is soft as his fingers rub along my jaw.

"Samuel." A smile spreads across my face through my yawn as he wakes me.

"Did you mean what you said last night?"

"About giving us a try?" My words are slow, and my tone groggy as I try to wake up. "Yes. I meant it."

My eyes flutter, fighting the bright morning light, and I vaguely see Samuel towering over me. Forcing my eyes to focus, I realize that he's naked and straddling my chest.

"Good. I want to learn who you really are. I want to take care of you," he grips my hand and pulls it above my head as he reaches for the other, "but I need to show you who I really am."

"Show me," I blurt, part of me is all too eager to see the side of him that he's been hiding.

He holds my hands in place as slides further up my body until my upper arms are pinned under his shins. He shifts his weight until his cock is resting against my lips. "Open."

Opening wide to accommodate him, he repeatedly taps the soft head of his tip against my lower lip before pausing, "How far are you willing to go?"

"However far I need to"—my words vibrate against the head of his cock—"for you to show me who you are."

Gripping the headboard with one hand and his cock with the other, he presses himself over my tongue and down my throat as he groans, "I'm the reason you live or die."

Using the headboard for leverage, he thrusts into my mouth as he fucks my face. Unwaveringly deep, I gag around him as he repeatedly slams down my throat. Every drive of his beautiful, thick length fills my mouth and throat, growing more demanding with every spasming gag he causes.

My heart pounds, fear sinking in as the urge to take a breath grows; I start to wonder if he has any intention of pulling out far enough to allow me to breathe.

"You feel so fucking good when you're scared, and your pulse is thumping around my cock." He pulls back until he's no longer in my throat, and I struggle to suck in air around him filling my mouth with his thick length. My breaths are still deep and heavy, and he proceeds to slide back over my tongue. "This time, I'm not stopping until you're swallowing every fucking drop I spill down your fucking throat."

His shins dig into my arms, and the headboard rocks as he continues to use it for leverage; his hips repeatedly driving his cock even deeper down my throat. There is nothing even remotely soft about how he's taking me. This is one hundred percent for him, yet my own arousal tingles between my thighs.

No, fucking throbs between them.

Groans and grunts rattle from him as he slams into me, and I gag around his girth. My lungs begin to burn, as my body fights to take a breath that Samuel isn't allowing me to have. Reflexes take over, and my body begins to thrash beneath him, trying to push him from me to save my life.

He quickens his already brutal pace, and my throat tightens around him as I struggle futilely to suck in the tiniest bit of air. My eyelids flutter, and blackness begins to creep over my vision, when he lets out a raspy, guttural groan, "Fuck, love."

My body is exhausted and still on the brink of fading to black the saltiness of his release spurts onto the back of my tongue as he slowly retreats from my throat and mouth.