The Girlfriend (The Boss) (36 page)

“Stroke your clit. However you like, whichever way turns you on most. You’re going to need to be absolutely soaked to handle that.”

“Oh fuck, you know I can’t deal when you talk like that.” I flicked my middle finger over my clit, back and forth, raising my hips up in little jerks.

“I do.” He adjusted something on the camera. I was pretty sure he was zooming in. “That’s why I said it.”

I took slow, deep breaths, trying to control my arousal. He never let me come right away, anyway, and I wanted this to last a while. I sighed and moaned, more than I would have if he weren’t watching me.
 
It’s not that I ever fake an orgasm, but sometimes it’s fun to exaggerate the sounds you would have been making anyway. I admit, I have a hidden love of performing.

“You must be wet by now,” he murmured. “Show me.”

I slipped a middle finger between my aching folds and encountered the slickness that had already seeped from my cunt. I pushed inside and pumped back and forth a few times. I held up my hand, glistening with proof. “See?”

“Very good. Now, spread it over yourself,” he commanded.

This time, I pressed the tips of three of my fingers against my opening, coating them, coaxing more wetness out, reveling in the decadent lack of friction. I honestly thought I could fit my entire fist inside of me, if not for the angle. Then I thought about Neil’s big hands, and I moaned.

Wow, that might be the dirtiest thing you’ve ever imagined doing, Scaife.

I supposed it was only fair to share the image with him. “I was just thinking... about how good this feels. And then I was thinking about how good it would feel if you did it.” I pushed my fingers deeper and moaned. “And I’ve never tried fisting.”

“Good lord.” He flushed. It wasn’t often I could shock Neil, so when I did, I was enormously proud of myself. I beamed at him and he cleared his throat. “Well, if you’re ready for a fist, you’re capable of that.”

“This?” I reached for the dildo and he tutted at my impatience.

“Not yet. I want you to use the vibrator first.”

I picked up the vibe with its two-pronged tip. The shape reminded me a little of the Millennium Falcon.

“Oh, you’re going to enjoy that one,” he said, and I could have sworn his eyebrows made points like a cartoon devil’s.

I slipped the vibe down, trapping my clit in the narrow space between the two prongs, and hit the little plus sign on the front to turn it on. It jolted to life, two different vibration patterns on both sides of my clit, and I was almost immediately
there
.

“Don’t come, Sophie,” he warned me, and I pulled the vibe away just in time. “I want you to bring yourself to the edge several times, and back off just before you come.”

I remembered this lovely torture from Paris. It had been hard enough to do with my fingers. I took deep breaths and tried to think of anything but the pounding need in my clit.

When I was able to start again, the vibrator wasn’t against me for more than thirty seconds before I had to pull it away. “You’re right. I really,
really
like this one. Can I use it all the time?”

“You can use anything you like, you know that.” He sighed happily and leaned back on the pillows.

“How many times do I have to do this?” I asked him, after I’d pulled the vibrator away for a third time.

“Oh, as many as you like,” he said with a shrug that I didn’t believe for a moment. There would be a catch.

I narrowed my eyes at him and flicked the vibrator back on. “Then I’ll do five.”

“Five sounds reasonable.” He was giving me way too much control. Who the hell knew what he had planned? “When you back off for the final time, set the vibrator aside and use the dildo. Run the tip of it up and down your slit. Get it nice and wet.”

“You’re not helping me come down,” I whined, rolling my hips against the chair. I made it through two more torturous edges.

“Don’t drop it on the floor,” Neil warned me. “You’re going to need it again.”

I rested the vibe between my tits, in the space the dildo had taken up. The fake cock was incredibly heavy in my hands, and it didn’t help that my body was trembling. I’d perspired during my exercise in denial, and the surface of the silicone was slightly damp from my chest.

I did as Neil asked, rubbing the massive head between my labia. While I was wet, I was going to need some serious help to get the damn thing in. Neil said my name softly, and when I looked up, he tossed me the bottle of lube.

I caught it, and laughed. “That would have been embarrassing, if I’d missed that and it was recorded for posterity.”

“No one will ever see it but you and me,” he promised. “Now. Get it good and slick, and let’s see if you can take it.”

Before, I’d been super confident about my abilities, but feeling the size of the thing against me... I was less certain. I popped open the top of the lube bottle and drizzled some into my palm, swirling it over the head and shaft of the toy. Then I wiped the remainder on my already wet pussy. “Maybe I should have put a towel down.”

“A stain could be a fond memory.”

“You’re demented.” I held my breath and pushed the head of the dildo against my opening. I wriggled and slipped a finger between my labia and the silicone, parting myself for easier access.

“And you’re beautiful,” he retorted, taking a deep breath as he watched the head of the enormous cock pop inside.

I hissed in surprise; it was colder than I was expecting, with a lot less give than I was used to. It stretched me almost painfully, and the only way to relieve the ache was to either remove it or push it deeper. I chose the latter, forcing myself to relax as the long, thick column filled me.

“Tell me how it feels, Sophie.”

“It kind of hurts.” I winced as I tried a gentle withdrawal. It was like having sex for the very first time— albeit, a better time than my first time— in that the more I moved, the easier it became. I picked up a rhythm, holding the dildo with two hands on the base, pumping it slowly in and out. “But pretty fucking amazing, too.”

“Do you think you could come, doing that to yourself?” he asked.

I nodded, a shaking breath sliding from between my lips. “I could. Oh god, I think I could.”

“Good. That will make this so much more interesting.” He sat up a little, carefully stabilizing the camera with one hand. “I want you to place the dildo on the chair, and sit on it. I’d like you to straddle the chair with your legs beneath the arms. You can either take it all the way inside, or you can lift yourself up and down with your feet on the floor. But I want to be able to see it, Sophie. I want to see it filling you up.”

I trembled as I moved to do as he ordered, setting the vibe carefully on the seat of the chair, as well. He’d said I would need it. I lowered my leg from over the arm of the chair, and I gasped as the toy slipped deeper inside me.

“Careful,” he murmured.

“As if I wasn’t going to be careful,” I chided, whimpering as my movements caused my engorged clit to brush against the shaft of the dildo. “I don’t want to get impaled.”

“These don’t appear to be the actions of a woman who doesn’t want to be impaled,” he said dryly.

I opted to do what he’d suggested, and raised and lowered myself on the dildo experimentally. I’d had plenty of fun with toys on my own in my life, but I’d never gotten so elaborate as to semi-bind my legs with a piece of antique furniture. I’d really been missing out. I moaned in relief as the beginning of an orgasm coiled within me, and my bouncing got a bit more enthusiastic.

Neil groaned as he watched me, and took a slow, deep breath through his nose. “I can’t wait to watch this with you. I want you to understand even just a fraction of what you’re doing to me.”

“I want to suck your cock while you watch it.” Two could play at his arousing talk game. I was getting a lot better at it.

“Are you close, Sophie?” he asked, and when I nodded, my lips clamped tight between my teeth, he instructed, “Now I want you to take the vibrator and use it. And I want you to come.”

“Yes, Sir!” I agreed enthusiastically. I reached for the vibe, nearly slapping it off the seat of the chair, but I caught it, turned it on, and slipped it over my very grateful clit. Within seconds, I rasped, “I’m coming! I’m going to come!” in a tight, high-pitched exclamation.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered.

“What?” My head was dizzy, spinning out of control, and I broke over the edge, my knees shaking, unable to support me. I slammed down on the huge toy and cried out at the shock of the blunt, hard tip hitting my cervix. A naughty thrill of cold pain spiked through me, prolonging the waves of bliss that radiated from beneath those two vibrating protrusions on the vibe.

“Don’t stop,” Neil repeated. “Leave the vibrator there.”

I wanted to pull it away. My clit seemed to scream,
Okay! We’re done! It’s over! Turn it off!
But I did as he’d instructed.

“How many times did you decide to edge before? Do you remember?” He asked this casually, as if I could forget the five long, fruitless climbs to release I’d already experienced tonight.

“Five,” I ground out, my entire body shaking from the overload of sensation.

“Then five orgasms, I think. It’s only fair payback.” He adjusted the camera again. “I want to see your cunt as you’re coming. I swear, I can almost hear the sounds it’s making. You’re so wet, you’re practically dripping down that cock.”

“Fuck!” I humped against the chair, grinding on the impossible length that wasn’t even all the way inside of me. It bent slightly, still braced against the chair, but I felt it slip as my internal muscles clenched on it in another strong climax. My toes dug into the carpet and I gripped the arm of the chair with my free hand.

“That’s two, then. Keep going.”

I couldn’t stop the third one from happening if I had wanted to, and by the time the vibration and the tight fit of my overstretched pussy had driven me to the break, I wanted to. My legs cramped. A trickle of sweat ran down my neck. And I was so close to flinging the vibe across the room and never letting it touch me again. The pleasure became pain so thoroughly that the fourth orgasm brought me to the very limit of my tolerance. I squirmed and cried and bucked so hard that the dildo fell from my tortured cunt and bounced onto the carpet, a torrent of wetness releasing behind it as I howled and bowed desperately in the chair.

The instant I could think coherently once more, I tossed the vibe aside, shouted, “Red!” and slumped down, dizzy.

Neil pressed a button on the camera, then started a slow clap. “That was incredible.”

I lifted one middle finger, but I was too tired to flip him off for long. Instead, I concentrated my energy on getting up and coming to lay beside him in the bed.

“I should put all that stuff away,” I mumbled against my pillow, feeling the weight of the other toys, the ones I was now thankful he’d hadn’t decided to use, on top of the covers.

“Leave it. If anybody sees all of that, they can just be impressed at how well my sex drive is handling chemo,” he laughed.

I opened one eye. “You didn’t get off.”

“I couldn’t.” He shook his head. “I don’t know which medicine it is, if it’s the pain medication or the anti-emetic or the damned steroids. Something is making it difficult for me to function.”

“Oh.” I stirred, trying to raise myself up a level of consciousness. “Should I write that in my—”
 

“No, don’t you go reducing me to figures on a damn chart,” he said wearily.

I owed myself ten bucks for that one.

Closing my eyes, I decided that if Neil wasn’t concerned enough about it to discuss it with Dr. Grant, I wasn’t going to push him. “I’m sure Dr. Grant deals with that stuff all the time. And you know that. If you’re not worried about it, and it’s not bothering you, then I won’t worry about it either.”

“Finally! A symptom Sophie isn’t worried about.” He pushed aside his pillows and reached for me, and I snuggled down beside him, nuzzling my head against his shoulder.

I had been so lonely before, when I’d hung up with Holli. Now, just from spending time with Neil, I felt so much better. And it wasn’t the sex. It was the intimacy.

In a way, I had to thank his cancer for that. We’d done things with each other I’m not sure I would have thought of trying if not for us needing to work around the unfortunate side effects of his treatment.

Neil reached up and smoothed his palm over his head. A few strands from a patchy spot clung to his fingers. He grimaced. “For a moment there, I had actually forgotten.”

I scooted up to give him a kiss. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He wrapped me in his arms and held me as tightly as an exhausted man could. “And I am so very, very glad that you are.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Later that week, either Thursday or Friday, I forget because my sleep schedule was so jacked up from all-night coffee binges, I found an email from India waiting in my in-box. My latest video already had over ten thousand notes.

I ran into the dining room in a tank top, Neil’s boxers, and my fluffy pink socks. I held my iPad over my head and crowed, “Ten thousand views!” while doing a ridiculous little dance.

Neil and Emma were having breakfast.

“Oh. Hey,” I said with a goofy flush. “I totally forgot you were getting in this morning.”

Emma shook her head and smiled down at her bowl of quinoa porridge.

“Ten thousand? Darling, that’s wonderful!” Neil pushed his chair back, and I went to him before he could stand up. I leaned down so he could hug me and kiss my cheek.

“Ten thousand views on what?” Emma asked, pointedly avoiding eye contact with either of us while her father pulled me into his lap.

I looped my arm around Neil’s neck. “A nail polish tutorial I posted on YouTube. India Vaughn posted it to her Tumblr and it’s just exploded!”

“Congratulations.” Emma took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, wiped her mouth and said, “I wondered what you were doing to fill your time lately. Dad said you were quite invested in your job at
Porteras
.”

Neil had been talking about me to his daughter? I wondered what kind of things he had said about me. I had been diligent about not listening to the conversations Neil had with Emma, because I didn’t want there to be any feelings of resentment at my intrusion.