The Mistress

Nora reached down and grasped Griffin, guiding him to the entrance of her body. Slowly, one inch at a time, she sunk down onto him, taking him deep inside her.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” she asked, and the gagged Griffin mutely nodded. “I’m a big fan of your cock, my dear. I should spend more time with it.”

Griffin’s head fell back as Nora began to move on him, working her hips in a slow, undulating figure-eight motion. He filled her body so completely...she wanted to stay here all day and all night with him inside her. Everything disappeared during sex. Memories, dreams, all the ghosts of her past...gone. She became a being of pure sensation, pure desire. She loved sex for a thousand reasons, but these days she loved it mostly for the escape it gave her, the bliss of oblivion. And she needed that oblivion...especially today.

With one hand on the back of the chair and one hand between their bodies and against her clitoris, Nora brought herself to the edge of orgasm and stayed there. She kissed Griffin’s neck, bit his shoulders, nipped at his ears. She loved his moans, his sharp breaths, his hard stomach tightening even more as he held off coming as he’d been ordered.

But in the back of her mind Nora heard something...a familiar sound.

“Fuck.” She sighed as her phone began to vibrate from inside her toy bag. But the phone she’d brought with her was her private line. Only three people had the number to it—Kingsley, Søren and Wesley. She’d already gotten chewed out this week by Kingsley for not taking his calls. She always answered the phone when Søren called. And Wesley...he worried about her when she didn’t answer, and she hated to make him worry.

“Hold that cock,” she said as she raised up and off Griffin. She grabbed the phone out of her bag and answered without even checking the number.

“Hey, Nor,” Wesley said over the line.

“What’s up, kid?” she asked as she climbed onto Griffin again and pushed him once more inside her.

“You sound out of breath. You okay?”

“I was walking.” It was only half a lie, she told herself. She was walking... At some point that day she definitely had been walking.

“Are you home again?”

“Yeah, of course.” She winced a little at the outright lie. But she knew telling Wesley she was currently impaled on one of the sexiest men in New York wasn’t an option, not unless she wanted him in a depressed funk for a week. Why he cared so much about who she f**ked was beyond her, but he did care and that made her care.

“I need a favor. Me and Fitz are pulling an all-nighter at Josh’s. Can you maybe bring me one of my insulin pens? I mean, only if you’re not busy.”

“It’s fine. Not busy.”

“If you’re busy—”

“Not. Busy.”

“Can you read my final paper, too? It’s due tomorrow.”

Nora almost groaned aloud, but not from pleasure. She’d painted herself into a corner with lies. She couldn’t tell Wes no now that she said she was home and not busy. Now she had to drive back to Connecticut, drive to his school, read his twenty-page final and help him fix it. Wes was a math and science geek, not a writer. This would take all night. “Where are you?”

“Basketball court for the next hour or two. Can you come?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m definitely coming.”

She hung up the phone and dropped it onto the carpet. With renewed determination, she rode Griffin harder, slamming her hips into his, grinding her clitoris into the base of his cock. With a lusty gasp, she came hard, squeezing him with her inner muscles so hard he flinched underneath her. She kept moving. He’d been such a good boy he deserved his orgasm.

“Come for me,” she ordered. “Come now.”

He didn’t require any more encouragement. Nora dug her nails into his shoulders as he came with a shudder, the rubber duck falling from his fingers as he panted against her chest.

“Very nice,” she said, pulling off him. She untied the gag and his hands.

“Nice? That’s all I get is a ‘nice’?” Griffin teased as he grabbed her and dragged her to him. “I’m going to spend all night showing you how not ‘nice’ I am.”

“Can’t. Change of plans.” Nora found her panties and dragged them on under her skirt. She closed her bra again and buttoned up her blouse. “I’m needed.”

“Needed?” Griffin yanked his long-abandoned boxer briefs back on. “What about the night in the city? Gansevoort? All night riding my cock? I think we had this discussion.”

“Rain check?” she asked, a small pang of guilt stabbing her heart. “I have to do a favor for a friend.”

“Nora...” Griffin gazed at her with a look of utter disappointment on his face.

“Griffin...” She tried to smile at him.

“He better be really f**king good in bed to dump me.”

With a sigh, Nora put her arms around Griffin and kissed his chest. He made no move to return the embrace.

“It’s not personal, and it’s not about sex. Trust me, I’m not getting laid tonight. Come on, you know I’m crazy about you.”

“You have a fan-fucking-tastic way of showing it.”

“Please don’t be mad. Seriously, I’m not leaving your bed for someone else’s. I have to do a friend a favor. That’s all.”

He nodded and she rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.