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“Drink, Rose, you need to be hydrated.”
“Yes, Master Heimdall,” I replied and parted my lips. I swallowed every drop that he slowly poured into my parched mouth. He let me relax for a bit and I snuggled deeply against him, soothed by the rumble of his voice as he spoke words to me like good girl, you did well, my little submissive, all of which were like honey to a hungry bear. I ate it up and desired more.
He fed me chocolate and when he was done, I snaked my arms around his neck. I was hyperaware of the pulse at the base of his neck, and his heartbeat in his chest and realized in that moment that if I had it my way, we’d stay like this forever, because here at last was a man I could completely submit to.
Chapter Nine
Heimdall
I was surprised how tiny she felt on my lap, yet, had fit perfectly. I’d often thought in the past few days especially, that Rose had a different personality outside of work. At times, she’d seemed so dedicated to her persona at work, which gave me pause and probably the only thing that had kept me sane. As I’d thought before, her kink and mine may differ, she might not even have one.
Despite those idle wonderings I engaged in, the proof now sat on my lap. When her arms encircled my neck, I’d returned the embrace, becoming aware that suddenly, I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t know who needed who more but I was pretty sure that after tonight, more would be required. This relaxed, submissive version of Rose made me want her even more than when we first met, and I’d wanted to just bend her over and have my way.
I’d been unprepared to interview someone of her caliber. The fire in her eyes had caught me by surprise, and although Mari had said she had loads of experience in getting certain things done, her massive list of hotel qualifiers on her resume didn’t a security expert make.
But I’d learned my lesson and added her to the team. Since then, I’d had to endure her smart, mouthy comebacks and the sight of more flesh than I was comfortable with seeing, although enjoying both as it led to imagining other things happening with that mouth.
Those imaginings hadn’t come even close to watching her fall apart during our scene tonight. Even though I hadn’t taken her myself, and had tested her resilience instead, I knew that with a woman like her, things would only get better. Because as I’d feared, I wanted her more, not less. Even though to date, her office behavior had been fun and edgy, keeping things interesting for me, I would have preferred to have her kneeling on the floor at my feet with those full pouty lips parted and wrapped around my cock.
What just happened on stage, watching her come apart under my guidance, and the sounds she’d made as she was overtaken by her orgasms was like music to my ears, and explosive in more ways than one. My ears weren’t all that had been affected by the primal screams I’d pulled from her, they also called to the beast within.
That beast was far from done with her and I blamed him for the sudden urge to hit her over the head and drag her back to my cave, where I’d tie her to my bed and force orgasms from her all day long. Until she caved, begging me off and then I’d have her on her knees sucking me off. The images were making my dick strain inside my pants beneath her bottom, but she didn’t seem to notice.
That luscious full ass was providing delicious entertainment for my cock, coupled with imagining her bent over with it in the air… I wanted to take her anally. Who the hell did I think I was kidding? I wanted every orifice she had, and I wanted to taste her sweet honey on my tongue. Nay, we were far from done, this was just a beginning to what I hoped would become a satisfying situation for us both.
She must have finally felt my hard-on digging into her soft flesh, because she wiggled her bottom against the pressure building in my pants. Fuck me!
“Be a good girl and open your mouth.”
She didn’t even question but did as she was told. I placed a square of chocolate onto her tongue. The image of that chocolate being my prick sliding past those lips and fastening on my rod was almost too much. “Drink.” I pressed the bottle to her lips and she obediently opened.
I loved feeding this woman from my hand, although I didn’t consider myself a nurturer by nature. Having her on my lap inspired other feelings in me, things I hadn’t felt before and having this tamed version of Rose, reminded me of the Norse woman Heimdall fell for, Amora. She was not based on any one goddess but a collection very much like the Greek pantheon, Aphrodite. Imagining her as the only goddess who cracked Heimdall’s glacial exterior and wreaked havoc on his heart and body, was a heady experience.
When her hands left my neck and her body moved restlessly on my lap, I knew it was time to move. We were done, at least for tonight, which in retrospect was probably for the better. I needed time to process all the emotions and visuals roiling around inside of me. As much as I wanted to have me inside of her, that would have to wait.
“It’s time to take you home, Ms. Dodds.”
Rose sat up, releasing a contented sigh. “Thank you for a wonderful scene, it was exactly what I needed.” Her eyes told me she meant what she said. “I’m a big girl, I can get myself home.”
As subspace wore off, and reality set in, so did her independence. “I am well aware of your capabilities, Rose, but this is non-negotiable.”
She chewed her lip thoughtfully, and her eyes dropped to her lap. “Okay,” she said in such a low tone, I barely heard her.
Gently gripping her chin, I tilted her head until our eyes meet. “Repeat please.”
Her face flushed beautifully. “I said, ‘yes, Sir’.”
“That’s what I thought. Let’s get you to the changing room and then home.” I stood while still holding her in my arms and made my way to the women’s locker room. I held her on her feet until she was steady. “Will you be okay if I wait here, or would you like me to escort you in?”
Rose smiled. “That is sweet but the other ladies may have a problem with a man entering their realm.”
“I don’t give a damn what they think; right now you are my only priority.” Something moved in the green depths of her eyes… hope. At least that was my interpretation, but it flitted off as fast as it came on, and I could have been mistaken.
At the car, I buckled her into her seat, covering her naked legs with a blanket from my back seat.
“Mmm, that’s lovely, thank you.” She fell silent after that, and I remained quiet as well. Luckily, it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not for me, and Rose just seemed way too relaxed to speak. Or maybe, like me, she was busy processing her experience tonight and what, if anything, came up with our play time.
I knew what street she was on as I’d practically memorized her file but asked anyway. “What street are you on?”
