Chapter 62

Looking into the mirror, Sinead let out a long, slow breath before she started to reapply her lipstick. She could hear Marc outside of the washroom, in his closet, getting dressed.

The mission had been accomplished, mostly. Despite giving Marc a fairly heavy blowjob, most of her makeup hadn’t got messed up in any way. Lipstick was tough not to get at least a little worn off though, and her hair needed a bit of work to get back to where it had been beforehand. To be fair, she wasn’t sure if her hair being mussed was from giving or receiving though.

Marc had made her cum so hard she’d felt it in her toes. She wasn’t even exactly sure how that had happened. He hadn’t done anything revelatory in the cunnilingus department. He didn’t have any special moves as far as she could tell. He didn’t introduce any new toys or anything. He just ... ate her out, and she came like she’d gotten the best fuck of her life.

But then, when had he not made her come like that?

After that sort of orgasm, she hadn’t wanted to hold back on the blowjob. Not like that first time when she’d started and tried to punish him for leveraging her wants on the case. She already knew that doing that was pointless; she wanted his dick in her mouth. She wanted to feel the power of making him moan and groan, of knowing that his focus was on her. That she was making him feel things that couldn’t be controlled because he was so controlled.

Marc hadn’t exactly held back, either. He hadn’t shoved his cock into her throat or anything. He didn’t even make her gag. But Sinead had spent about half the time in command of the blowjob, working every little skill with her lips and tongue that she could think of, and the other half he’d - well, he’d fucked her face. Gently, sure, but he’d been in command. Thrusting between her lips. Driving his cock against her tongue.

And she’d enjoyed it.

That was the strangest part, as she looked at herself in the mirror. She’d never been the kind of woman who had an oral fixation and loved the idea of giving a blowjob. She’d done them, sometimes happily, but she’d never looked at a cock she’d just made pop with the taste of cum in her mouth and thought, ‘I wish I could do that again. Right now.’

“Almost finished, ma petite rebelle?” Marc asked as he came into the washroom. He stood right next to her at the sink counter and placed his hand on her bare ass. She hadn’t even put the lingerie panties back on yet. The thing was, he didn’t slap her ass. Her ex would have done that, back when they’d been getting along. A playful smack that would make her smirk at him in the mirror, and him smirk back.

Marc’s hand just rested on her butt, firm and ... possessive.

Fuck, that’s a bit much, Sinead thought as she felt her legs quiver. She wasn’t livestock to be owned. Marc didn’t own her. But for some reason, the idea that he felt possessive was hot as hell.

“Nearly,” Sinead said, putting her lipstick back in her purse and standing up, running her fingers through her hair. “Where are we going, Marc?”

He smiled that fucking smile of his. “I think you will appreciate the surprise, Detective.”