“Kinky. Ok.”
Billy gave her a funny look. “Except this time I’m going to say what I’m thinking instead of following the trainer script.” He took his t-shirt from atop the dresser and tossed it to her. “Put this on and get into position.”
Georgia pulled it over her head and scrambled under the covers.
“Open your mouth and close your eyes.”
She did.
“I was never into the Sleeping Lady fantasy,” Billy said, his voice husky. A soft noise caught her attention; it sounded like he’d stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. “Sure, ravishing an innocent woman has its charms, but if my partner is passive, I want it to be because I’ve tied her up.”
Georgia shivered and smiled.
“But the first time you got into the bed? I suddenly got it. Because just looking at you, I knew you weren’t Sleeping Lady material. After so much time at Fantasy Playland I can peg a woman’s sex drive just by watching the way she walks down the street. Or, in your case, the way she swings her hips as she gets into the bed. Now breathe nice and slow for me.”
The denim of his jeans whispered as he unbuttoned the front and pulled them off. Then the bedroom floorboards creaked as he came closer to the bed.
“Putting my cock on your lips and leaving it there was absolute torture for me. It took every ounce of restraint I had. I think that’s the appeal of the Sleeping Ladies. The men have to really hold back.” He pressed himself between her lips. “Open your mouth a little more.”
Georgia licked her lips slowly, trying not to smile. Billy began fucking into her mouth. He stayed shallow, though.
“If I’d been a Fantasy Playland customer and I happened to see you, I would have started making a plan. Because I had to have you. Usually, I have to work myself up to do my job. With you, I have to hold myself back.”
Georgia moaned, enjoying the soft, sucking noises as he moved in and out of her mouth.
“I would have done anything to fuck you. Even crept into the Sleeping Lady area, found your bedroom and snuck in while you were there, your eyes closed, looking for all the world like you were having a peaceful dream. I would have done what I’m doing now.”
She hadn’t even realized that he pulled back the covers until she felt his fingers pressing lightly over her clit. She moaned a little, opening her mouth wider, and Billy pressed in deeper.
“I would have stared at your gorgeous, helpless body. But I would want to see more, so I would have pulled up the shirt, little by little, until you were exposed to my view. Maybe I’d have told myself that’s where it would end, but my dick would be so hard… I’d think that it wouldn’t hurt anything if I took myself out… just to relieve the throbbing in my cock a little.”
The entire time he spoke, he kept moving in and out of her mouth. He flipped her shirt up, and when he exhaled, she felt his warm breath on her hardened nipples.
His hand moved under her panties, and he seemed to hover just above her dripping, wet entrance.
“Of course, once my cock was out, I’d think that I might as well rub it against your gorgeous lips. As long as I was stealthy about it, as long as I didn’t disturb you, why not? It’s why you’re there, right?”
Georgia whimpered around his erection.
“But then you make a sound like that, and I can’t stop myself.” His fingers tapped against her slick flesh, and he inserted one thick digit up to the first knuckle.
“See, right now your cunt is squeezing my finger. I’m trying to behave, but you are literally pulling me inside you.”
With a groan, he sprang free of her mouth. He knelt between her legs. “Now the only thing keeping me from burying my cock deep inside you is this flimsy bit of fabric.” One of his hands teased her nipples, and Georgia arched up.
“Please,” she whispered.
“You don’t need to ask,” Billy said. “Your body is already begging.”
He laughed, and Georgia, thinking of his dimples, melted. She was putty in his hands. He was exactly the man she needed. He was kind, and fair, sexy and so mysterious, and his dick was magic. But also, he knew everything there was to know about sex.
And if she could do this last Sleeping Lady session properly, maybe she could convince him to stick around a while.
“Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking,” Billy said, “and come back to this moment. The one where I’m kneeling between your legs, holding my big erection in my hand, trying to decide if I dare press the head of my cock on that quivering bit of flimsy fabric.”
He moved forward, and she felt his warm legs against hers. Then a long hardness settled right in the middle of her body. She gasped and tilted her hips.
“How’s a man supposed to resist a reaction like that? I feel your incredible heat on me, and I just want to rip the panties aside and plunge into you, and to hell with the consequences.”
He moved back.
“You’re killing me,” Georgia said, squirming.
“The feeling is mutual. As I was saying, I want to claim you, but I don’t. Not yet. Because if there’s a way to satisfy myself without waking you, it’s only fair that I search for it.” A teasing note had crept into his voice.
He slipped each of his hands under the panties and slowly pulled them down, down, down, until cool air kissed her overheated pussy.
“God, look at that.” He inhaled. “And the way you smell. I know why some men call it a honey box. I have to taste you.” He slid away.
Georgia waited, but he was really taking his time. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at you. Did you know that your right lip is a little plumper than the left one?”
“It’s not!”
“It is. And it’s sexy. Now be quiet. You’re asleep, remember.”
“The sexy guy I’m dreaming about seems to be falling down on the job, so maybe I’ll wake up.”
“You’ll do no such thing.”
Georgia tried not to obsess over what else he was noticing down there. He moved her legs a bit wider, then he slid his tongue over her vulva.
“You’re beautiful and you taste so damned good.” He fitted his mouth over her clit and sucked.
Georgia’s shoulders came off the bed as she gasped. Billy pulled away, and she slowly settled back.
“If I’d had more time to train you, that’s how I would have done it. Give you pleasure, then take the pleasure away whenever you reacted. I would have hated it. A woman with such a healthy response should be encouraged.”
“I agree,” Georgia murmured.
Billy moved up until he was leaning over her. His mouth grazed hers, and he lingered there, tantalizingly close but not hers to enjoy. “So you somehow managed to stay asleep through everything I’ve done. But I’m not satisfied. In fact, everything that I thought would relieve the ache only made it more acute.”
His legs straddled hers, and he lowered himself onto her. It wasn’t all his weight, but it was enough that she knew she couldn’t get away.
“So then I would restrain you, slowly, without you waking,” he said as he moved her arms over her head. He gripped her wrists, then placed a hand over her mouth.
Georgia’s eyes opened. She hadn’t known about this part of being a Sleeping Lady.
“You see,” Billy said with a smirk, “the patrons who visit the Sleeping Lady section are told that if they wake the Ladies, they’ll get put into the stocks. An idle threat. They figure that out after they’ve visited a few times. It’s just to make things more fun. Some men solve the problem by being very quiet and gentle, but other men get themselves to a point where they know that there’s no way to have what they want without waking the Lady. Instead of going to another part of the amusement park and finding a different fantasy, they decide to take what’s in front of them.”
He shifted his hips, and his cock breached her tight hole. “You’re so soft against me.” He kissed her neck.
Then he drove his hips forward, impaling her on his dick
. He pushed down until he was all the way in. When he did that, it hurt a little, but damn, she loved how his cock was more than she could physically handle. Plus, his body was pressing right on her clit, rubbing her the way she craved.
He moved back and stayed shallow. She didn’t know how he did it. She tried to talk, but he had effectively gagged her. She kept trying until he moved his hand.
“Fuck me. Please.”
He clamped his hand back over her mouth. “Technically I am fucking you.”
She wanted more, but she couldn’t force him because he was too heavy, too strong.
Still, she fought him, straining to break free of his pitiless grasp. The more she struggled, the harder he got, and the shorter the time between his thrusts.
Georgia smiled. So all she had to do was fight him and she’d eventually get what she wanted? She could manage that.
She tried to bite his palm, and Billy pressed even harder on her mouth, preventing her from grabbing skin between her teeth. She heaved her body to the side.
Growling, Billy pinned her down hard and slammed into her fast. He raked his teeth over her neck, then kissed her, then bit her. He released her wrists and scooped an arm under her waist, but he still kept his hand clamped over her mouth.
She scratched at him, hoping he would get mad and punish her with rough sex. Nothing. It was like he didn’t notice. She pushed at his hips, and he fixed her with a glassy stare. She could see him fighting. She redoubled her efforts, trying to get him to give in, to lose control.
Finally, she wore herself out and sagged underneath him. Her muscles trembled. Now that she had submitted, the hard, motionless cock inside her was that much more torturous.
Billy’s triumphant smile melted her even more. “Good girl. Now, is this what you need?” He pounded into her with long, rhythmic thrusts. “I’m in charge here, girl,” he said. “Don’t forget it.”
Like she ever could.
She came over and over, each orgasm building in intensity until she felt like pleasure was going to rip her into pieces. She screamed into Billy’s calloused palm, the same palm that had spanked her just a few hours earlier.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” Billy said. He drove into her and pinned her in place, hurting her the way she liked. She could feel his cock spasming as he came forcefully. His orgasm seem to last almost as long as hers, and it was scary to see his huge muscles tensed and flexed as his deep groans rumbled along her skin.
He finally stilled and nuzzled her neck, then moved his hand and kissed her mouth, tasting her. For the first time ever, she was allowed to kiss him back. She tried, but she couldn’t stop smiling.
Billy eventually sat up. His bronze skin glistened. “I’m not supposed to be here,” he said. “But I don’t regret it. If I get fired, I’ll deserve it.” He rolled off her and grabbed one of the shirts on her bed and used it to wipe her thighs clean.
“Why would you get fired? I’m not telling anyone.” She sat up and took the shirt from him and finished cleaning herself off.
“Because I’m going to pitch a new idea to management. I’m tired of training Sleeping Ladies. It was supposed to be temporary, but they keep telling me there’s no opening elsewhere. I’m thinking that you and I could work together, maybe running a workshop for patrons. It’d mean that management has to rewrite some of their rules, and they might tell me to go to hell. If they do, I’ll take that as a sign that I need to move on.”
“What kind of workshop?”
“For couples who want to improve their lovemaking skills.”
It sounded so innocent and wholesome the way he said it, and Billy’s bedroom skills were anything but. Georgia snickered.
Billy raised a dark eyebrow. “Do I amuse you? Are you doubting my prowess?”
“No way.” She smiled mischievously. “But if I were?”
“Then I’d have to teach you some respect.” Billy grabbed her and pulled her to him, wrapping her in his strong arms. Georgia sighed, finally content.
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