Chapter 121

“Ugh,” I tug on the roots of my hair. “So what if I lie, what does it matter if I cried? Why is it important to you what I do with my eyes, shouldn't you be with your wife like every loyal married man?”

I expect an outrage or witty response but what comes is subtle in every way, “I am.” he says, so low that I don't think he wanted me to hear it.

Confused I huff, “What?”

“Fuck.” He groans, “Come over here.” He taps his lap. I'm sick of him and his 'come here' but the submissive molded in me is very compliant and I follow her lead, I slide into his lap, straddling him. He holds my face in his hand, guiding my lips to his and then he kisses me, his kiss is gentle, so gentle that it makes my emotions sting. Every time his tongue slides into my mouth, I remember his words, and I pull away. 

His lips stay hovering above mine. “I can't let you go.” he tells me, meeting my gaze. I gulp, choosing my words carefully.

His hand slides under my rob, finding me