Heath stands in the doorway of the bedroom, pizza and bottles of water in hand. There’s a towel wrapped around his hips and I can’t look away. Licking my lips, he makes a noise and I tear my eyes away and lift them to his. He’s focused on me, and my body is on fire, just from his gaze alone. He grins, before he starts walking toward me. I expect him to throw the food down and pounce on me, but he doesn’t.

His towel drops to the floor, and I hold my breath as he climbs into bed next to me. Before I realize what’s happening, he has the boxes open and the television remote control in his hand. I frown, looking over at him, but he doesn’t even glance at me, as he shoves his pizza in his mouth.

I take a piece out myself and nibble on the end. A few minutes of silence goes by and then the movie begins. Heath continues eating his pizza. I turn to him, and slowly he does the same, smiling.

“I’ve never eaten naked so much in my life,” I blurt.

Heath’s smile turns into a chuckle. “Get used to it, Sugar. I like you naked,” he winks. “How was your day?” he asks, changing the subject.

An image flashes in my mind of Jordan and his slimy smile and disgusting demand. I think about telling Heath, but I don’t know how he would react. There’s really nothing that he can do, and I don’t think he’d leave this house to confront him anyway, he seems happy to stay here, always. I’m sure he’s got some kind of disorder, but I honestly don’t care, it’s refreshing always knowing where he’ll be.

“What happened?” he almost growls.

I shrug. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

His hand wraps around the back of my neck and it squeezes. I lift my eyes to his. His jaw is clenched and there’s a muscle twitching in his cheek as he stares down at me. “You’re mine, Kinsley. There’s nothing for you to handle now. What is it?” he demands.

Letting out a breath, I give him a sad smile. “It’s just my boss. He’s come on to me a few times. I’m looking for something else. I don’t really want to work there anymore,” I admit.

His fingers flex around the back of my neck but he doesn’t speak immediately. I watch as his nostrils flare, and I hold my breath waiting for him to respond. “You have two weeks to get a new job or you’re staying here with me. No way in fuck am I okay with you working there anymore,” he growls.

“Two weeks?” I breathe.

This town isn’t huge, and there doesn’t seem to be a thriving job market, I don’t know how I’m going to find something in that timeframe. Plus, I’m not sure I really care for the way he’s telling me what to do, and how to do it.

Heath’s eyes narrow, “I’m not fucking around, Kinsley. This fuck thinks he can hit on you, make you feel uncomfortable? Fuck that. He’s doing it because he’s gotten what he wanted before,” he shakes his head. “He will not get you, and he will not take you. You are not his.”

I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. My tongue tastes his lips and I moan. He tastes like cheese, sauce, and a little sausage. It’s delicious.

“You can’t kiss me and think that I’ll forget about this shit,” he grunts.

Nipping his bottom lip, I kiss his jaw, over to his ear. “I know you won’t forget, Honey. I’ll promise to try really hard to be out of there in two weeks,” I whisper.

He grunts again, his fingers twitching. “Okay, Sugar. No more talk of this douchebag.”

Giggling, I suck on his earlobe. He releases my neck and I feel him move around a little, then his hands wrap around my waist and he drags me over to his body. On my knees, between his thighs, I kiss down his chest, making my way toward his hard cock.

Swirling my tongue around the head, I suck him into my mouth. Heath’s knees bend, as one of his hands shifts into my hair. I moan around his thick cock, causing his fingers to tighten in my hair.

I relax, keeping my mouth open, his hand moving me up and down on his cock, using me to fuck himself. It feels amazing, my eyes slide closed as he moves me the way he wants me.

“Take me, Sugar. Take all of me,” he rasps as he lifts his hips, causing him to sink farther down my throat.

He doesn’t warn me, but I can tell he’s close and when he comes, I drink him down, whimpering at the feel of him filling my body. He lets out a loud groan, holding me still as he empties down my throat.

“Fuck, Kinsley,” he murmurs, gently guiding me off of his dick. I look up, and he’s smiling down at me so freaking sweetly that my face heats and I feel so shy and awkward.

I want to demand that she quit immediately. I don’t though. I’m trying hard to make this relationship work. I can tell that Kinsley is submissive, but only to a degree. She’ll do this at home with me, but she wants to work, she needs to work, at least for now.

Maybe once she sees that I’m completely committed to her, that she’s one hundred percent safe, then she’ll be willing to quit her job and stay here with me always.

I cup her cheek, leaning forward and brushing my lips along hers. “Turn around, lets watch this movie now,” I smile. Her eyes widen, then her mouth pops open slightly. “Problem?” I chuckle.

She squirms, shifting from side to side, but doesn’t verbalize that she wants my touch. I won’t deny her, ever. “Turn around, Sugar,” I exhale. She nods, turning around and leaning her back against my chest.

Sitting up a little straighter, I pull her up a little higher as well. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around the backs of her knees and I spread her thighs wide. She gasps but when I don’t do anything more, she slowly relaxes against my chest.

The movie plays in front of us, and I face toward it, pretending to watch. It’s some rom-com, but I don’t plan on really watching it.

Dancing my fingers down the insides of her thighs, I gently stroke her. I don’t touch her pussy, yet, content to massage, and caress her sweet thighs.

I feel her breathing hitch, and she begins to pant, the closer I massage to her pussy. By the time my fingers inch toward her center, it’s my turn to groan. She’s dripping wet, completely fucking soaked.

“Please, Honey,” she whimpers.

I smirk, pressing my lips against the top of her hair, “Please what, Sugar?” I ask as my finger lazily slides through her pussy lips, then circles her clit.

She turns her head, her lips pressing against the underside of my jaw. “Please make me cum,” she breathes.

Without a moment’s hesitation I fill her pussy with two fingers and I begin to fuck her with them. One of her hands lifts behind my head and she holds onto the back of my neck as she rides my hand. It doesn’t take long for her to cry out my name while her cunt clenches my fingers. I let out my own moan, needing relief as well.

Kinsley shifts in front of me, turning around as she straddles my hips and impales herself on my cock. We both groan in unison. This is not how I’d planned this night to happen, but watching her take control, and feeling her power, it’s one of the sexiest moments I’ve ever experienced.

I quietly allow her to ride me, to take what she wants and I do it with complete satisfaction. This is my woman, and she’s fucking perfect.