Broken Desires (12 page)

She smiled in his neck and finally pulled back to look at him
with pride. “Did you see me orgasm from my clit again?”

He gasped a laugh. “Yes, I did. I saw you.”

“You fixed me,” she said.

“Me? You think?”

“Mmmm yes. You make everything better.”

He slowly slid his hands up and down her wet body, from her feet to her ribs, seeming to want every inch memorized.

“What about you, you never had a girlfriend?”

“God no.”

It reminded her of his dreaded profession. “Soooo. How was your day down at the Vaginashop?”

He grinned and angled a look up at her. “Horrible.”

She snorted. “Slaving away between the legs of women all day.”

He chuckled and brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, his gaze lazily raising to hers. “You’re jealous?”

Her eyes widened. “Jealous? That is a
mild
word for what I am. There are suddenly no more women in the world, only vagina clients.”

He busted out laughing and Sofia grinned at how gorgeous he was when he laughed and his pretty denim blues sparkled. “
You always make me laugh.”

“And I totally dig doing that.”

“You dig that?” He stroked her thighs, smiling at her breasts.

“Hello, my tits aren’t talking to you.”

He chuckled. “Oh yes they are.” He became a little serious. “Honest. I can’t stand the idea of touching other women now. You’ve ruined me. My business is so fucked.”

She smiled
, taking that as a compliment. “Don’t worry, when I get enough money to open my Bakery, you can work for me.” His cock thickened inside her and she smiled. “You like that?”

“I like the idea of working with you, yes.”

“But not in a bakery.”

“Depends on what I
’m doing.”

“
Hmmm, with the way you lick those sexy lips, I’m willing to give you whatever position you want.”

“I like this position,” he mumbled, holding her waist and pressing her tight to him.

She moaned at feeling his cock getting harder. “I can see…the benefit of this proposal.”

He bit his full lower lip and thrust his hip
s, his eyes locked on her breasts. “So can I.”

She remembered her quest for info. “Okay, serious, it’s your turn to share. Tell me about your girlfriends.”

Apart from lowering his gaze, he showed no signs of discomfort. “You don’t want to know.”

The positive
ly tone in his voice stabbed her. Likely she didn’t. But she needed to if she were going to help him. “I do seriously. I’m guessing you had a lot.”

“Now why would you think that?”

She shrugged a shoulder, noticing he still didn’t look at her. She’d be open with him, nonchalant, create an easy atmosphere. “Just cause of your past. Usually…when things like that happen, it causes us to…I don’t know…” she swam her hands through the fading bubbles. “...seek things in…odd places.”

He finally raised his eyes to hers. She swallowed at seeing how hard they’d become. “You mean I fucked for comfort?”

He was offended but she wasn’t sure about what. But talking was good. “Not always. It can be for punishment too?”

“It can, can it? Tell me…Dr. Sofia…why do I want to tie you up and do sexual things to you that make you cry?”

Sofia’s heart raced as she felt his cock thicken. Ooookayyyy. “Well…maybe because that’s what you feel like was done to you? Like…you were tied up and helpless? And…you want to do the same back, you want to hurt…the one that…” she swallowed, gathering her courage. “The one that cares for you and…” Shit the love confession burning her throat and chest seemed too soon. “And stuff.”

He slowly brought his arms behind his head and then tilted it, regarding her with suspicious eyes. “And stuff,” he murmured, his cock jerking at the word and making her swallow a gasp. She gave a small nod.

“Where did you study psychology for the emotionally and mentally disturbed?”

She chewed her lower lip. “I just…kinda
Googled it.”

His brows raised. “Kinda
Googled it?”

“There’s…tons of information about it.”

“Oh, I can only imagine.”

“Reputable…sites.”

“No doubt.” He shifted his hips, and Sofia tightened around his erection that seemed to be getting more erect by the millisecond. “Why are you searching this Sofia?”

The look on his face sent guilt and desire snaking along her spine. There was nothing to hide, really. “Because I care.” For all her effort, the intended casual words squeaked out.

“And stuff.”

She nodded then gasped when he shifted his hips
again, forcing himself deeper inside.

He lowered his gaze, slowly, locking them on her breasts. “Why don’t you just ask me Sofia, and I’ll tell you all about it.” He lifted his gaze lazily back to hers.   

How convenient was that? Only why was she suddenly
not
wanting to ask. Possibly had something to do with his initial confession about the whole tying her up and making her cry thing. But then… “What do you want? To do I mean.” Shit, sounded like an offering. “I mean, whatever you want to do, we could…like tweak it? Like I did with my um…desserts? Good but…not bad?”

His gaze heated to a thousand degrees, his jaw moving like his tongue might be restless. “What if it’s the bad…that I find so good?”

Okay, heart racing now. “What if…we could make it feel like it’s bad…but it be good?”

“Sofia…”

He said her name like the magic word. Full of sensual reverence and awe, calling up her desire to be whatever he needed her to be, do what he needed her to do. It set her limbs to quivering at what all that might be. “I mean…we could try?”

“Come here.”

He sat there, his hands now sliding along her thighs. She leaned in to him, guessing that’s what he’d meant. When she was close, he pulled her head to his chest and held her in a tight embrace. She finally began to relax into his body.

His hands slid down her sides and stopped at her hips. He slowly tightened his hold until his fingers bit and Sofia gasped when he thrust his hips once. “You would do that for me?” He slid one hand over her butt, and dipped between her spread cheeks with a finger then applied a circular pressure where she’d never dreamed of being touched.

“Yes,” she gasped, face on his shoulder, her body clamping down in reflex.

“Are you sure…you can?” He stroked his cock in and out of her now, that pressure on her butt making her moans get louder. It was a different sensation but not altogether bad. She gasped and cried out when he penetrated her ass with the tip of his finger. “Fuck, you like that, I can feel it in your pussy.” He continued with tiny in and out probing while he flicked his hips faster, his breath now ragged.

“Yes, yes.” She’d agree to drinking acid at that point, just so he didn’t stop.

“Play with yourself while I fuck you, Sofia.”

Sofia obliged, happily.

“Mmmm, that’s it. Rub your sweet clit for me,” he whispered in her ear. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

“God yes,” she cried.

“Your ass feels so fucking good, I want my tongue in it.”

Just the idea brought her orgasm and she flew apart from the inside out.

“Oh fuck yes, you like that,” he breathed, flicking himself inside her faster while she shuddered all over him and cried out in abandon,
Daniel, Daniel, yes, yes
the whole way.

He growled before she was finished, both his hands slamming on her hips, pulling and pushing, vigorously, intensifying her orgasm until she clutched his head to her chest and pulled his hair to hold on. The sound of his orgasm was just…out of this world, and the fact that he vocalized it made it all the more erotically traumatic for her. He strained out a half yell and groan like the pleasure was excruciating. 

Seconds later, she focused on collecting her scattered soul until she felt somewhat human again and bound to Earth. For a few moments there was just the sound of their hearts hammering in her ears. So good. She remembered the information he’d just given her. Scary shit, but still, at least he was working with her. She sent up a silent prayer to God, beseeching his help. She had an idea she’d need it.

Chapter Eleven

Daniel
had meant it when he said work was horrible. It was more like hell now. The idea of looking at or touching another woman suddenly felt sacrilegious. And disgusting. 

He avoided the whole
what the hell are you doing with her
question
.
He didn’t know anymore. He only knew he had to do what he was doing. He was too far gone and he honestly had no clue where it would end and prayed whatever happened, she wouldn’t get hurt.

It was only Tuesday and h
e resisted calling Sofia again. Four times was enough, ridiculous even. What he wanted was to leave work every hour, go home and let her play therapist on him. God she was so fucking sweet with that. But no way in hell could he let her know the things in his head. She’d run and never come back. He’d rather be a fake forever than let that happen.

She was jealous too. And he’d never found anything so fucking sexy. He smiled to himself remembering how she’d broached the sex class subject.
Sooooo, when do you start those classes?
She didn’t realize how utterly transparent she was to him.
And like with everything else about her, he found that sexy. Even the way she pushed the hair behind her ears, and pouted her lips until the upper one actually touched her nose…it all made him want to drop what he was doing and fuck her till she screamed his name like she did so very well.

She was
definitely a new addiction. And God help him, he was having a hard time keeping his perverted addictions separate from his Sofia addiction. Especially with her playing the sweet therapist and trying to find a way for him to have what he wanted.

****

“So, we’re shopping together,” Daniel said as they walked arm and arm into the supermarket. “I’ve fantasized about this.”

Sofia glanced up at him. “Really?
”

“
Mmm. I ate your pussy among the produce.”

Sofia’s heart skipped a beat as she gasped a laugh.
“You pervert.” At the baskets she said, “Would you like me to push?”

“No. I’d like you to walk ahead of me. So I can watch you.”

She lifted seductive eyes at him with a secret smile. “You like my butt in these jeans?”

He lowered his
eyes to the topic and then met her gaze with one hell of a ravenous look. “I do. Very much.” He grinned. “Get moving.”

“Yes sir.
” She walked ahead of him. “Just be sure and not run over my feet, or I’ll be pissed.” She led the way, loving that he was eyeing her ass.

“You know where I’m headed, don’t you,” he said.

“Hell yes I do. You know how many times I’ve stalked you in the produce aisle?”

“
Oh my God, seriously?”

“Oh my God, yes. I was always so envious of the vegetables, you practically made love to them with your eyes and hands.

“Oh shit, that bad?”

She threw a giggle over her shoulder. “I might be exaggerating a
little.
”

“Probably not. I’m a sick fuck when it comes to
awesome food.”

“Daniel, the terms sick and fuck
hardly go together in my mind with you.”

He choked out a chuckle. “
That’s only because I behave with you.”

“K, I’m stopping.” She held out her hand to keep the basket from hitting her. “What first?”

“Brussels.”

She turned to him
and
ewwwed
.

“You’ve never had mine,” he
reminded.

She rolled her eyes with a sigh then made a whiny sound. “I hate Brussels! What about Asparagus? I hate that too, but not as much.”

He eyed her body. “I could use Asparagus.”

“
Use?” She walked back to him and got close enough to whisper. “What are you planning to
do
with this produce Daniel?”

He looked down into her upturned face and seemed to be
brainstorming ideas. “Following my beautiful therapist’s advice.”

Sofia’s heart raced as she eyed t
he tic in his jaw that said he wanted to follow that advice right now.

“I can see you’re going to have a hard time doing this shopping thing.”

He held her gaze. “A very. Very hard time.”

The entire shopping was one huge erotic session. He taught her all about produce, how to handle it, what was so awesome about each
fruit and vegetable, what he’d like to do to her with it. And this accompanied with intermittent whispers like:
Are you wet?
And:
I can see your beautiful nipples.
Or:
My cock is so hard for you.
But it was the
I’m going to tie you up in the kitchen and let you play doctor when we get home…
that made her wish they’d hurry up and finish already.