That was the million dollar question right there, as far as she was concerned. The room filled with silence once more and she shrugged, nibbling at her lower lip as she gazed back at him.
"Hmmm. Well, since you're not offering a suggestion how about this."
Interested in what he had to say and wanting to see his expression when he said it, she switched positions in the tub so she was facing him. Water splashed over the side of the tub to soak the floor. "You realize that I will be expecting you to clean that," he stated pushing forward slightly so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
"I would be happy to take care of it Mr Reynolds."
"That being said, you are in a wonderful position for me to begin massaging your legs." He gave her his wickedly sexy smile that sent her pulse racing and his hands immediately touched her left knee and slowly began to work their way up her thigh.
"Uh-huh."
"So, as I was saying. I think you should continue working for me as we agreed. You want the job and I still need the position filled."
"Okay." She couldn't disagree with his reasoning there. His hands were halfway between her knee and the apex between her legs. The familiar warmth between her legs ignited.
"But for all intents and purposes, I want this to be a relationship. I want to be with you Beth. And I hope that you believe that my intent is genuine."
Beth's heartbeat accelerated and a rush of joy flowed through her. Looking into his eyes, she didn't doubt him. She couldn't. She scrambled to her knees, straddling his lap and touched his cheek with her palm. "I believe it," she whispered.
Smiling, he nodded. "Good. So when I take you to functions and you meet my colleagues and have to deal with the press I want you doing that as my girlfriend."
She pressed her forehead to his, ghosting her lips over his. "So I'm not to be informing them that you're diddling the maid huh?" she teased.
A low growl rose up in the back of his throat and she giggled as he pulled her tight and then kissed her soundly. "You're such a handful," he scolded as he pulled his lips from hers and reclined against the back of the tub, pulling her down to him.
"There are a lot of functions. Lots of press. Society pages. The list is never ending of bullshit you may be exposed to." His eyes searched hers. "Are you okay with that?"
She gulped. She hated being the center of attention and she was the furthest thing he could get from being one of those prissy society types. But it came with who he was and she wanted him, so she knew it was something she'd have to learn to accept and deal with. "I want to be with you and if that means functions and posing for pictures then so be it."
His cock which was nestled between her legs jerked under her fuelling the passion within her. Needing his cock immediately and having full intention of having it, she wiggled onto his lap, teasing his hardened dick.
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"Haven't you had enough for one day Miss Wilmington?" Gabriel asked, not that he was complaining. Not in the least. After that happened between them in the playroom, if his appetite for her hadn't been insatiable before, it was now. She had done so well. He was proud of her and excited to see just how eager and responsive she was to him as a sub. His mind was whirling with the things he wanted to do to her in the future. However, she'd been pretty sore when he carried her from the sex room and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her further.
Her eyes flashed wickedly. "Not even close," she whispered in his ear, before nipping at his lobe and trailing a string of kisses and tiny bites down his neck. His cock turned to granite and he was coming close to the end of his restraint.
"Then I'm all yours to do with as you please." Slipping a hand behind her head he guided her lips back to his.
As their tongues danced, Beth positioned his shaft at her entrance and then slowly - excruciatingly slow - she lowered herself onto it. The feel of her warm, moist core taking him in fully was as close to heaven as he thought he'd ever get. But then she began to move on him. She moved up and down his length, while rotating her hips in small circular motions and she redefined his definition of heaven.
Arching her back she let her head fall backward, her breasts jutting forward - taunting him. He wanted to grab her and pull her tight to him and pull one of those tight little nipples into his mouth, but he didn't. The view was too good to ruin. The sounds of pleasure coming from her, in a series of soft moans were almost enough on their own to make him explode.
"That's it baby, ride my cock," he urged.
Beth began to move faster, grinding down harder onto him her moans of pleasure getting louder as her breasts bounced with each rotation. Gabriel grasped unto her hips holding her tightly, helping to steady her as her pace became fast and rough. The water splashed over the sides as it whooshed back and forth around them.
"Oh God, you're so good!" she cried out as her breathing became ragged.
He groaned his agreement. It was too fucking good; if that were at all possible. She was coming soon and he was going to be right behind her. "Then come for me. Soak my cock."
He started to move his hips in time with her until they were moving in perfect sync, their bodies slamming into each other and bringing each other to the summit of their desires. "I'm going to come Beth."
"Oh, God yes! Please. I need to feel it," she begged, her eyes catching his.
Not being able to hold off a second longer, Gabriel groaned out his release, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. As his cock shot off a series of spurts of his cum, she screamed out his name, her body trembled over him. Her pussy gripped his cock, milking it for every last drop of his seed before exploding and surrounding his dick with her juices.
Panting hard, she collapsed onto him and he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her tightly onto him. After several minutes of basking in their respective orgasms, his dick still firmly sheathed inside of her wet core, Beth looked up at him with that soft, sweet smile of hers that made his heart skip a beat. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as if considering whether or not she should say something.
Gabriel frowned. "What is it?"
Her cheeks glowed a soft rosy color. "I was wondering what else you had planned for me in your little secret room."
Gabriel's frown quickly turned to a grin. "Oh, Miss Wilmington, that's for me to know and you to find out... If you're good." He traced her lush lower lip with his index finger.
A devilish grin touched her lips that matched the wicked gleam in her eyes. "But Sir, what if I'm bad?" Beth opened her mouth and sucked his finger in.