Page 110 of Into the Blue

Warm from him and bright from me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I admit. “I love you, too.”

The chair rattles as he struggles in the ties again. “Goddamn, loose me so I can finally eat, woman.”

“One thing left to do,” I say, standing again but kneeling in front of him.

“What’s that?” he asks.

I cut his shirt open before answering, “Don’t worry. This will scar.”

Using the same knife he used on me, I make five small cuts above his heart in the shape of a diamond before licking the wound clean, like he did for me.

I grab the bandage and cut cream, carefully applying both to the mark I’ve just given my mark.

Coming up from my knees, I remove his ties with the same knife and what remains of his shirt.

He cups my face, licking into my mouth.

He deepens the kiss before saying, “My biggest mistake was not tellin’ you I had fallen in love with you that first night I saw you glitterin’ across my path. Partners is better than I could ever deserve. This empire is ours.”

“Ours,” I say into his lips between kisses. He slips the AP back on my wrist and, “Guess what?”

“What?” he asks, still kissing my neck.

I smirk, waiting for him to stop kissing me and look at me. “Think I’m able to cover how much your dick is worth now.”

He laughs deep and resonate, holding my waist. “Show me,” he says.

Taking my time to remove his pants and boxers, I look up into his eyes. I know what awaits me and though I’ve had him in my mouth plenty of times, I’ll never get used to his size.

The weight of his girthy dick is unmatched.

I spit onto him to make it nice and easy for me to stroke him how I want.

Being on my knees is not a symbol of giving up my power, but a statement of taking what I want.

I worked hard to have the control and the upper hand.

There is no need to prove myself because the work speaks for itself.

I’m taking exactly what I want.

The money.

The power.

Milo.

“Don’t need much, bae. I’m ‘bout to nut just knowin’ I have you again,” he says, holding my hair out of my way.

My tongue circles his crown, proud and taught. I work him in, needing to take him as deep as I can down my throat.

His groan vibrates through me all the way down to my core as he climaxes in my mouth.

The taste of him is on my tongue, musky and so him. “Swallow it,” he commands. “All of it.” His hand is reverent on my face. “Show me that it’s gone.”

I stick my tongue out to show him it’s nice and clean.

“Good girl,” he says, running a hand over my chin to catch the drool there. “Now, show me that ass. I’m hungry.”

THE END