Chapter 94

Come morning, given so much had changed, my eyes opened to find a bedroom flooded with orange flowing from the windows. Pretty curtains, a lightness in the air; so, not my house. Heart thumping, I scanned Mandy’s motionless curves.

“Gods, she’s beautiful,” I whispered before placing a kiss on soft lips.

A yawn got swallowed as my gaze swept the golden-hued space. Those flowered curtains had never been drawn; we’d all been in far too much of a rush. In only the collar she’d refused to let me remove, gleaming sexiness lay with pert chest and a slender thigh exposed. The sheets were askew amid crumpled piles of pillows marking my many triumphs.

An inhale brought the reek of sex and two lovely fragrances, making me grin. With a quiet sigh, I slid from her embrace. Though murmuring, she stayed asleep and snuggled into a tighter ball. A careful drift of my hand drew the sheets over the rest of those magical curves.

Once I’d tugged the bedroom door shut, careful footsteps carried me to the kitchen. On the threshold, I halted; my heart raced a little quicker.

Still in the wig, which had proved quite sturdy, Charles stood in the glow of the window. The morning’s brightness lit fixed makeup, and his lips shimmered with bright pink. A mug in his hand sent steam to wrap his visage. An inhale noted that it contained more of the amazing coffee he’d whipped up the previous night.

On his thin frame, nothing. No, a wisp of snowy silk draped his neck; the stocking I’d placed, then used, taming him, making him mine. Not much of a challenge, really.

“Good morning,” I said, walking into the sunshine.

Startled, he jumped and spun to face me. “Oh, Jeez!”

Wide eyes flashed while scanning my physique. He spoke no more as I found another mug to fill from the carafe.

“You too, huh?” I asked, gesturing with the coffee at his nude form.

“Uh, Mandy said you prefer—”

“Nuh-uh. The wandering around naked thing was her idea.”

“Oh.”

“See, not all me.”

His brows knitted. He gained a look that was so familiar. My brain already knew the words that would flow from his lips.

“Before meeting you, she never—”

All I did was raise a finger, and he fell silent. In the russet brilliance, his frame seemed skinnier, more vulnerable. When I leaned back against the opposing counter, the mug in his hands shook.

“Come here.”

At my command, a quick shuffle brought him close enough to send the delicate perfume into my nostrils. His heated breath battered my smile. He jolted when my hand found a slender tube of flesh, and his dick thumped in my loose grip.

“Too rough?” I asked.

“Um, no. You’re ... Oh, wow, Jim, Mandy said that—”

A tighter clasping just beneath the wand’s meaty crown got him to huff, but his shaft stiffened. While enjoying the tasty coffee, I imparted gentle strokes.

The sunshine glowing through the wig’s chestnut strands and the gauzy silk around his neck provided him a mystical halo. With his eyes locked on me, the mug in his hands rose, and he too sipped.

Yeah, tamed.

However, those anxieties, refusing to die, again bubbled. After a healthy swig, I leaned toward him. His shaking intensified.

“Regrets?” I asked.

He shook his head.

Alright, fine, stupid fears. The tension drifted from my muscles, and my focus shifted to ... simpler pleasures. When my stroking transformed into slow twists, he responded by swaying in sync with each languid motion. His breathing staggered, and slippery ooze lubricated gliding fingers.

Well-tamed.

Pulse steady, I took another sip and smiled at him. “Leaky little thing.” A chuckle left me. “Made quite the mess on the sheets.”

“Um, yes, Jim. S-sorry.”

With a nod, I lowered my hand to fondle a nutsack that, like his stem, sported not a single hair. No idea whether that’d also been Mandy’s recommendation and didn’t bother asking. He began to pant, and more essence slithered from a thumping mushroom to smear my forearm. With both balls in my palm, a quiet laugh left me.