Page 64 of Arranged Control

And I’m freaking disturbed.

I still can’t tear my eyes away. The graceful movements of his lean, beautiful body. His thick cock moving as he glides the vacuum, sucking all that dirt from the floor. Look at the bastard. Making everything perfect. Cleaning just for me.

I let out a whimper.

What the fuck is wrong with me right now?!

He looks over his shoulder. His shit-eating grin fades as I slowly walk toward him. My heart’s hammering. I don’t know what he can see in my face, but I don’t care.

There’s only one thing on my mind.

He stares as I drop to my knees in front of him, grab his firm ass with both palms, and guide his dick into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, obviously very surprised. “This isn’t the reaction I was expecting.”

I feel him getting hard between my lips. “Keep the vacuum on.”

“The fuck?” He blinks at me, dick stiffening as I hollow my cheeks and suck harder. “Seriously? Right now?”

I mumbleshut up and keep cleaning, you sexy assholebut I doubt he understands me as I suck him wildly. It’s messy, the total opposite of what he’s been doing. Spit drips down onto the floor as I go at him, feeling wildly aroused and out of my mind. He moans, but he keeps the vacuum going and even goes so far as to move it a little back and forth like he’s getting at a tough spot.

God help me, I reach down between my legs, spread my knees, and find my clit with my fingers.

I’m sick. I’m a sick, bizarre woman. And I don’t care. I suck his cock and rub myself in quick little circles. I’m moaning with his dick in my mouth, getting spitty and sloppy, pausing only to lick my pussy-tasting fingers before going at it again. He’s staring with pure bliss in his eyes, and a part of me is happy his stupid plan is backfiring, but mostly I’m leaning into this freakish cleaning kink I just discovered.

“Keep going, you dirty fucking girl,” he commands, and I moan at that word. I’m such a filthy slut for him. It makes me feel strangely bizarre and beautiful, the way he looks at me, the way I can make this deeply masculine bastard groan like he’s about to fall apart. “Fuck, baby, look at you down on your knees. You couldn’t help yourself.”

I gasp, pleasure growing as I keep touching myself faster and faster, sucking him harder, letting his cock go deeper, until he finally lets out a strangled gasp and pushes my head down. I feel him come on my tongue and it throws me over the edge. I shatter on my fingers, orgasming as I struggle to suck and swallow him at the same time, and I finally have to pull back, gasping for air as black spots flicker at the edges of my vision.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, finally turning off the vacuum. I lick him up, cleaning him with my tongue, making sure I get everything. When I’m done with him, I lick my fingers off too. He stares at me, pure adoration in his eyes.

I get up to my feet. “We’re never talking about that ever again.”

“Talking about what?”

“Exactly.” I turn on my heel, embarrassment starting to hit me.

“But I have to know.” He follows as I hurry upstairs to change out of my ruined panties. “Was it the nudity or the vacuum?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“That was weird!”

“It was definitely unusual,” he agrees and grabs my wrist before I can hide in the bathroom. “But I liked it.”

“You did?”

He kisses me softly but with a real hunger. “Absolutely. Now tell me which it was.”

“A little bit of both,” I admit.

“You’re a beautiful freak.” I try to pull away, but he holds me tight. “I’ll do the laundry naked later.”

God help me, a little thrill flickers in my belly. “Seriously, don’t joke.”

“I’m not joking at all. I’ll straighten naked too.”