Chapter 23

Joe

I’ve been working overtime for the last week or so, desperately trying to protect my image, but this guy is not making it easy for me. I even had to go as far as to do an interview where I talked about my relationship with Ella and provide an excuse for getting into that fight. It helped everything blow over, but now everyone is up in arms about who snapped up their most eligible bachelor and not about the slowly fading bruise on his eye. I catch my reflection in the window of my limousine and poke at the bruise.

“Ouch,” I mutter under my breath. Maybe don’t poke it.

Ella is so good to me and I made her out to be a goddess in the interview. Everyone is going to want to meet her, and photograph us together. I wonder if I should buy her some nice clothes? I mean, I love the way she looks in her comfy clothes, but I don’t want anyone to say anything about her that isn’t how gorgeous she looks, and how amazing a person she is.

I can’t stop thinking about her, and I feel like I haven’t stopped since I met her, when I first ran into her outside that shop. When our eyes met, it was like she hypnotized me without even trying. Those beautiful sapphire eyes of hers. And she’s grown so much since I first met her. She’s not so innocent anymore. She’s confident and isn’t afraid to say what’s in her head.

I wish I could do that. I’ve been trying to decide how I feel about her for so long now, and I just, I still don’t know. I’m not sure. I know I care deeply about her, but is it what I think it is? Could it really be… love?

The last woman I thought I was in love with tore me down. But, she gave me my amazing daughter and I wouldn’t trade Marnie for the world. She is my world. Is there space for one more? Can I see myself loving this woman, marrying her… or someday having a child of our own?

I am smiling helplessly in my reflection. I didn’t think I could be so happy again, after everything that happened with Marnie’s mom. But Ella—she makes me feel like anything is possible.

I would do anything for Ella, but just because I want to jump into something like this doesn’t mean she wants to.

I thank my driver and head into the house. I can’t wait to go to bed. I am truly exhausted.

I walk through to the living room and I see Ella and Marnie asleep on the sofa. It’s not even that late, I laugh to myself. I mean, it’s well past Marnie’s bedtime, but Ella? I guess they just fell asleep watching a movie or something.

As I look over them both, my daughter and my girlfriend... I can’t help but think of how much I love them, and this pushes me over the edge.

I love you, Ella. I can’t help it, you’re so amazing and you mean so much to me and I want to make you happy in any way that I can. It feels so good to be sure.

I pick up Marnie and carry her upstairs. She stirs a little but has always been a heavy sleeper. I tuck her into bed and kiss her forehead before leaving the room and closing her door. I carefully step down the staircase, remembering that the first time I put her to bed like that. I woke her up by slipping and falling down the stairs. I was not used to the house yet and stumbled.

Ella looks so peaceful. I didn’t realize she was a heavy sleeper too. I should wake her and help her upstairs, but I don’t want to disturb her peaceful slumber. I stroke her hair and kiss her on the forehead.

“Good night.” I whisper to her.

“Huh, what?” she asks sleepily, waking up and smiling up at me, “Did I fall asleep? What time is it?”

She’s so cute when she’s tired, “Bed time.” I take her hand and help her up to her room. She squeezes it tightly and kisses me at her door, almost like she doesn’t want to leave.

“Are you coming in?” she asks, her eyes barely open.

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. I let my eyes flick over her body, from her tight top perfectly showing off the shape of her breasts, to her baggy joggers, loosely hanging on her hips just below her thong straps. It’s like she’s intentionally trying to drive me crazy.

“No, no I’m not tired. I’m awake, I promise!” She shakes her head to wake herself up before kissing me again.

I laugh and wrap my arms around her, stroking her curves and her hips, meanwhile my head is screaming I love you, I love you! I mean to say it eventually, but now? She’s obviously tired. I don’t want to confuse her worn out head, I’ll tell her in the morning.

She walks me toward the room while kissing me, then closes the door and jumps up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. Naughty girl, what are you playing at?

We head over to her bed as our kiss deepens, I run my hands through her hair and she kisses my neck. I can’t help myself, this moment is just so perfect. The feel of her in my arms and the taste of her lips is too much.

“I love you,” I whisper to her.

She stops and looks up at me, “Wait, what? What did you just say?”

“I… I love you?” I say again, hoping she isn’t mad at me.

“Joe, I… I—” she hesitates.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to answer.”

“No, I mean I do want to, but… I’m just not ready yet,” she says, a little upset.

“No, Ella, please don’t be upset. I completely understand. I just couldn’t help myself. You mean so much to me.”

She smiles sweetly and blushes.

“You’re so sweet, Joe.”

I smile down at her and kiss her forehead. She is getting that look in her eyes, the one that means she wants to do something naughty.

“Do you think you can be quiet?” I ask, slowly taking off my tie.

“Well, I uh, I don’t really like being tied up. But if you want to be?”

This is practically my dream come true, and a perfect time for her gift! I’ve been waiting for ages to give her the nighty and I hope she likes it.

“I really like that you like to be dominated,” she says, “ because I like to be in control,” she grins.

I lay back on the bed and let her bind my hands with my tie. I’m already excited!

“Ella, before you start, could you go and look in my wardrobe for me?”

Her eyes widen as she looks over to the wardrobe, “Uh, why?” she asks.

“There’s something in there for you.”

She looks excited as she hops off the bed and over to the mirror. She slides it over after quickly checking her appearance.

“What am I looking for?” she asks.

“It’s a small flat box, with a ribbon on it.”

“Got it!” She smiles, bringing it over, “What is this?”

“Open it.”

As she opens the box and peels apart the tissue paper I hear her gasp and watch as her jaw drops to the floor, “Gosh, Joe, is this for me?” she asks.

“Well, it’s certainly not going to fit me,” I say.

“Is this what you snuck away to get?” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Ah, so you noticed!” I roll my eyes. “Why don’t you put it on?”

She grins cheekily and slips off her clothes, I try to get up to kiss her naked body, forgetting that my hands are tied to the headboard.

“What do you think?” she giggles and does a little twirl.

“You look incredible,” I say, mesmerized by her beauty. A vision of loveliness, her pale skin glowing in comparison to the deep sapphire blue.

“Really?” she asks, curling her long dark hair behind her ears.

“Really,” I say, trying to break free of my bonds, “Now, please get over here and have your way with me!”

“Good, you said please,” she says, grinning wickedly, the look in her eyes making my pants extremely tight.

She slowly crawls up straddling me, and leaning forward to kiss me. It’s so hard to stay still looking at her like that. She slowly starts to unbutton my shirt and kiss down my chest, tracing her finger over my stomach.

Ella moves down a little further and starts stroking my cock. Slowly she undoes my pants and slips them off along with my boxers.

I look up at her, pleading for her to suck me off again. She sticks her tongue out and licks up my cock, then she stops and narrows her eyes at me.

“I said quiet,” she whispers.

Fuck me, please!

She sits up and starts sliding her pussy over my cock, I can feel her getting wetter and wetter for me. I have to bite my lip to stop from moaning, because I know if I make a sound she’ll stop to punish me and I need her to fuck me right now, I can’t wait.

Slowly she starts to move her hips, teasing me and herself, and managing to hit all the right spots. I love watching her enjoying herself, especially when she’s in control. She sits up and I want to grab her and pull her back down, but I can’t. She crawls a little further up and sits down on my face. Immediately I start kissing and licking her pussy, searching through her lips to find her clit.

She rocks her hips for a moment and as I pleasure her, she grabs onto the headboard and moans. She looks incredible from this angle. I hope she stays here for a while. I can feel that she is about to cum.

She moves back and sits on my cock again, moving a little bit faster now. I struggle to stay quiet.

Next she leans forward and reaches for my hands, her chest is only inches away from my face and I try to reach up and kiss her sexy tits, but I can’t.

She frees one of my hands and brings it over to her, as she turns around, riding me reverse cowgirl. She then places my free hand between her legs so I can rub her clit.

“Make me cum, Joe,” she says.

Oh, with pleasure, mistress!

Her pussy is so wet and I know she’s close. She rides me faster, teasing me to the edge and I want to cum together. I know I can do it. She starts to moan as I rub her clit faster and faster. I feel her pussy start to twitch, putting pressure on my cock. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!

I manage to squeeze my hand out of the knot in my tie and sit up just as I cum, thrusting up inside to get as really deep as I can for her.

“Oh, Joe!” she cries out, tensing around my cock as she cums. I run my hands up her chest and squeeze her breasts pulling her close to me and falling back onto the bed.

We pant heavily as we lie there recovering and catching our breath.

“Okay, now I’m tired,” she says, laughing.