Page 37 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)
STORM
For the first time in a long while, we have a normal week. As a couple, I guess, if that’s what we are.
The thing is, how are we not?
We shower together, and most of the time we come together. We sleep in the same bed, we eat together, we talk a few times a day, and we even now share drinks and well, fluids.
Yikes.
It’s calming not travelling, and I enjoy being around Falcon the falcon. Falcon being the name we gave our third roommate, the Peregrine.
As Lorenzo refocuses, he seems distracted. I suspect it’s just when he’s in the zone, planning movies, checking on them, and getting them on screens.
As I work back at the library, I enjoy the routine. I also get a few more bites in graphic design. It’s exciting, and I enjoy the creativity.
I feel more like a whole woman now, or complete. I guess, it’s because I’m having sex. A whole lot of sex, in fact.
I’m also feeling more confident, and for once in my life, guys are checking me out.
For someone with curves, and never having felt pretty, sexy or hot, it means a lot to me.
When guys do double takes on the streets in NYC, and when I’m with Lorenzo, he gets wild. It’s cute, and I don’t mind it one bit.
I’m his, and he knows it.
I have started to let Lorenzo do anything he wants to me, and it’s more wild, and exciting than I ever imagined. I had no idea there were so many erotic places on my body, and I had no idea he could make me come in so many ways.
The brute is sexually charged, and most of the time, way more than me.
I am however, coming around, and I am getting way more confident in bed.
We have a lot of sex, and we average twice a day. Half the time, in bed, and the rest of the time on all kinds of surfaces.
We spend a lot of time naked around the penthouse too. Actually, most of the time. It’s just easy, and private.
Lorenzo teaches me all kinds of things to do with the body, and he also tells me how he likes it.
I like being bossed around, and overall, Lorenzo is wicked in bed.
He is also controlling.
He always commands me to come first and before him. And he also commands me to look at him, when I come.
Especially, the explosive way I shatter for him, under his expert touch.
I like it when he yanks my hair, bosses me around, and commands me to do sinful things.
But, I do not like it when he works me into a state, then just before shattering, he tells me not to come.
He’s done that too many times, and the bastard is up to no good. In saying that, it’s so fucking hot, and disturbingly so.
Lorenzo likes me to play with myself, and put on a bit of a show. To start with I was shy, but now, I’m all over it, like him.
Lorenzo still goes into that dark place at times. That place where he commands me, and he is very very strict.
I know he is holding himself back, and it excites me. Knowing there will always be more savage and brutal surprises ahead makes my blood pump.
And it keeps my panties wet.
After Lorenzo comes home mid-week, he gives me perfectly wrapped gifts. I open them on our oak dinner table, and he has bought us toys.
Sex toys.
They’re hot, and all shapes and strange sizes.
My demanding teacher commands me to undress. I do as he commands, and we try two of the vibrators in me, on the table. I am soon beyond wet, and out of breath.
I don’t have long to recover from the earth-shattering orgasm, because my teacher blindfolds me. He then takes me against the tall glass windows, from behind and hard.
As always, my teacher pushes me to come first, and the vibrator on my clit, and his thumb on my anus is almost too much.
As he drives into me while overlooking Central Park, I feel wicked. It’s as hot as fuck. I know the glass is one way, and no one can see, but it turns me on.
I stand on tip toes as I come like an animal, and I shake violently as sweat drips from me. The vibrator sends me over the edge, and my anus clamps around the end of his thumb.
I moan like a savage, and I enter a new stage of sex education.
There is no going back now.
I come around three times a day, and I am the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s starting to feel like things are too good, and too perfect. That they cannot last.
I’m likely being stupid, but I’ve never felt content.
I feel like nothing is missing, and nothing is lacking. The only thing is, I know I’ve fallen hard for Lorenzo, and it has happened way too fast.
The other thing is, I’m not a jealous woman. I never have been. However, for some reason, I’ve started to hate it when we’re at a premiere, or an event, and some woman checks Lorenzo out. Or worse, tries to flirt.
Lorenzo is now mine, and I am his.
As I think about that, I start to worry. An idea then comes to me, and if anyone can help out it’s Madison.
After finally getting through to her, in her café, I lay back with my feet up, and I update her on everything. Maddy is amazed about my near-death adventure, and our new weird falcon visitor.
As we talk on, I ask her how long it usually takes for a woman to fall.
It’s the first time I’ve really been in love, and it really has thrown me.
“It depends,” Maddy says. “I’m going with six months.”
“Six?” I gasp.
“But maybe three if you’re with each other, a lot, and all the time.”
I sigh and think back, “That makes sense, because it shortens the time frame, with all the hours huh.”
“Likely,” comes back.
As I try to understand the ways of the universe, I gulp. “And what about the risk?”
“Of it not working?”
“Aha.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to think about that.”
Too late, I tell myself, as a cold shadow crosses my spirit.
After ending the call with Maddy, I ring Mom. It’s good to catch up, but I don’t really tell her anything. Telling her I almost died won’t be helpful. Telling her I’ve fallen for a real man who does wicked things to me, would also worry her.
We talk about life, and it’s good to catch up. Mom’s a great person, and we’re kind of like old friends. But old friends who don’t discuss love, and well, lust.
As we end the call, I pace alone in the penthouse, and I look across NYC. I’m excited, but I’m scared. I know I am living on a knife edge, but I feel alive.
Like never before.