The Virgin Duet

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He kisses me on my neck, and slowly slides down my body and off the end of the bed. He pauses and looks down at me, my legs still open from his morning assault. The sight of his half-erect cock covered in our juices makes my pussy clench, already missing him inside me. When he pulled out, I could feel his cum run down my folds to my ass.

He stares, captivated. Bracing one hand on the bed, he slides his fingers up my thighs and onto my pussy.

“Don’t wash this off. I want you to walk around all day with me coating you. When I get home tonight, I’m going to bury my face between your legs, and you better still smell like me. You understand, Rebecca?” He phrases it like a question but his tone says otherwise.

“Maybe I’ll just stay right here all day. While you’re at work you’ll know I’m in bed, legs spread, waiting for your inspection,” I say, trying to bait him into staying home with me. The man works too much. Even on the weekends.

His cock jerks at my words, and is fully hard again in half a second.

“I’m sorry, little fairy, but you have a full day today.”

I moan at the reminder. Tonight Bray has a work charity event he’s taking me to.

“Don’t you want to go?”

“No, it’s fine,” I breathe out, but the look on his face makes me think maybe he would rather take someone else. “Do you not want to take me?”

“No it’s just— Never mind,” he says, running his fingers through his hair, something he does when he frustrated. I want to question him, but I’m not sure I want to know why he’s second guessing taking me.

“The stylist will be here at one, and I’ll be home around six.”

“Stylist?” I ask. “I’m sure one of the dresses in the closet will be fine.” Over the past few weeks the closet has slowly started to fill up with clothes I didn’t put there. I haven’t worn any of them, but I know I would have to use something in there for the event. Nothing I owned would be formal enough for tonight, and it seems like half the closet is filled with evening dresses.

“Hair and makeup,” he says simply, as if it’s normal to have someone do your hair and makeup. I color my own hair with boxed stuff, and just kind of splash the purple and pink everywhere. Maybe he doesn’t like my hair. I also don’t own any makeup, and it’s a bitter reminder I’m not like the other women in his world. But, for tonight, I can try. It’s just one night, and I haven’t left this penthouse in what seems like forever. Every time I need to go do something, I find Bray is taking care of it for me. Sometimes I think he doesn’t want me to leave the confines of this place.

“Good,” he says, and heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on, and I roll over to reach for my phone. I have one message.

Sam: I need to see you.

Dread fills my stomach. I’m not sure why. I’ve been trying to get ahold of Sam for weeks without any luck. I’ve been worried but I’m also relieved that I haven’t had to chase him all over town to make sure he is okay. I haven’t had to make sure he isn’t hanging out with the wrong people, but maybe all I’ve done is left him to his own devices too long, and now he could really be in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” Bray says, interrupting my thoughts. I must have been lying here worrying for longer than I thought. He has a towel wrapped around his waist, and I regret not joining him in the shower. It’s something we haven’t done yet, but is mostly definitely on my new over-sexed to-do list.

“Just Sam,” I reply, and his face turns cold. I ignore him, because whenever Sam’s name comes up Bray gets more pushy than normal. He thinks he’s being sly, offering to take care of things when it comes to Sam. Like dropping off money for him, or paying the rent, but I know he doesn’t like me hanging around him. I also know that if I broach the subject it will probably be a fight, something Bray and I haven’t really had before, and I’m not itching to try it out. I like the new Bray, he’s sweet and doting, and I’m not inclined to have the cold looks he seems to give everyone else directed at me.

He continues to just stare at me, waiting for me to give him more information.

“He wants to meet up.”

“No.”

I narrow my eyes at his response. No? Like he can tell me what to do.

“I’ll go see him if I want,” I say, getting angry that he thinks he can boss me around like he does everyone else he speaks to. He doesn’t understand how many times Sam protected me from things that could have shattered me, some of the beatings he took for me. If I can protect him now, then I have to try.

He takes a step back and I can see he’s thinking about his next words carefully. If he says the wrong thing, I might bolt, and he’s right. I could. I don’t like being caged and that’s the feeling I’m starting to get. He thinks he can control what I can and cannot do, and he’s mistaken.

“I just meant not today,” he finally says, and I’m not sure I believe him. He walks over to me and cups my face with his big hands, pressing his forehead to mine.

“We have a lot going on today, can’t we deal with this tomorrow? I have three meetings, and the benefit tonight, Tink. I don’t want to have this on our plate today as well.”

I soften at his words. He’s saying it as if our days are intertwined and anything on my plate is also on his. It’s nice to think that someone else is with me, that I’m not having to worry about them but they are worrying about me.

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