He had stayed the night at the hospital again, my shield against the police that came about the accident, and then about what I had to tell them. It had been a brutal affair, but Mr. King had made sure that all the documents went to the correct investigators and that I never had to repeat my story.
He had become concerned when I didn't show up at his office and didn't answer my phone. Security footage showed me leaving with Olivia and he immediately knew something was wrong. He had called the police and they had actually set up a roadblock at the airport for me. Knowing that, it made my decision to crash seem pointless.
Olivia was in intensive care. The doctors thought that she was going to make it, but it would take months of rehab. On the one hand I felt horrible that I had caused pain to another human being, but on the other, she had tried to kill me. Twice. I decided it some of it had to be karma.
The car slowed as we approached the house. I stepped out gingerly, my ribs still sore. I had walked away from this accident with the same two fractured ribs, a new bruised rib, and a sprained ankle. Mr King wrapped his arms around me as he carefully guided me into the house. He felt so strong beneath me, so safe. I felt like I could fall a thousand times and he would always be there to catch me.
The big main door opened and I gasped. The entire foyer was filled with flowers. Red long stem roses and lilies of every color filled every square inch of the entrance. The lilies were my favorite flower in the world. I wasn't even sure how he had found that out, but there they were just for me. It smelled wonderful. I turned to look at him, surprise covering my face.
“Welcome home, Claire.” He smiled nervously, taking my hands in his.
“This is beautiful! You didn't need to do all this- I was only in the hospital a day!” I exclaimed.
“Actually, there is something that I needed to tell you, and William said I should have flowers. I think I may have been a little overzealous though.” he raked his fingers through his hair, obviously flustered.
“I have wanted to tell you this for a long time, but it never seemed like the right time. I was afraid that you were only here because of my money, but when you didn't show up last night, I was so worried. Seeing you in the hospital, it made me realize how much I need to tell you- how I should have told you so much earlier. I love you Claire.”
Every color looked brighter. Every flower smelled sweeter. Every breathe felt like I was alive once I heard those words. His eyes shone down on me, calling me into their never ending patterns of blue and brown. I reached up and cupped his face in my hand, whispering, “I love you, Gregory King.” and I kissed him.
His arms wrapped around me, his hands pulling my face into his. I didn't want to break away to breathe, I didn't want this perfect moment, this perfect kiss to end. He kept his hands in my hair, our bodies pressed close together, both breathless and excited. I felt like a giddy teenager with my first love, the dizzy happiness better than any drug. Mr. King kissed the tip of my nose, smiling down at me.
“Upstairs?” he asked quietly. I nodded emphatically, pressing my h*ps into him. I wanted to feel his body merge with mine, let our love take a physical form. His smile was all I could see as he reluctantly let me go and grabbed my hand, both of us sprinting for the stairs. He got there first, waiting step by step as I carefully made my way up, my ribs protesting my every breath.
Gregory led me to his bedroom, opening the door for a grand reveal. A vase with still more lilies on the dresser caught my attention first, followed by the beautiful corset laying on the bed. I went to touch the corset, all blue satin and lace and noticed the collar above it. It was a thick black leather collar, a silver loop at the top where a petite silver chain attached. My mind raced with all the wonderful possibilities this could have.
“Let me help you,” he whispered from behind me, reaching out and picking up the corset. I grinned and stripped down to just my panties quickly, turning my back to him as he wrapped it around me. He began pulling the laces tight, the boning strong against my ribs. I expected pain, but the boning of the corset supported the injury and kept my breathes shallow. It was the best my poor ribs had felt since the accident.
“Better?” he whispered as he tied the last lace into place. I turned slowly, letting him marvel at how well the corset added to my curves. My br**sts were nearly popping out the top, soft pillows about to pour out of the silky blue fabric.
“Thank you,” I said as I stood up on my toes and kissed him. He picked up the collar, his grin predatory and eager. It felt heavy and cool against my skin as he latched it shut, the silver chain running down between my br**sts. I could feel goosebumps on my arms, my body quickening with excitement at what he could do to me like this. He picked up the chain, tugging on it gently as he walked towards a chair. He let the chain go slack, and raised his eyebrows with a smile. I knew exactly what he wanted.
I undid each button of his shirt, slowly exposing the hard muscles underneath. He held out his arms and let me slide it off, where I carefully set it on the floor by the closet. I then undid his belt, his pants button, the zipper, and then bent down and untied his shoes. He slipped out of the shoes, and I was able to slide his pants off easily. I licked my lips, his erection showing under his boxers. I wanted to feel him in me, to feel his c**k completing me, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself.
I bent to my knees, sliding the boxers to the floor and freeing his erection. I looked up, his massive rod ready in my face, his eyes bright with desire. I reached out, grabbing the base of his shaft and running my fingers along his length. I was rewarded with a low moan, his hands in my hair. I stuck out my tongue, running its wetness along the ridge of his head. I then pursed my lips and blew on the wet line, his hands clenching into my hair involuntarily.
I smiled, and kissed the very tip of his cock, then slowly, so slowly, lowered my mouth onto him. Inch by inch I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling and pulsing against him until I could go no deeper. I backed out, then worked my way slowly down again, slowly increasing my pace with each motion.
He widened his stance, giving me more access and I kept taking him deeply into my mouth. With a gentle hand, I cradled his balls, feeling his c**k surge in my mouth. I ran my fingers along the ridge between his testicles, his world at my mercy. He simply held the chain in one hand, the other hand tangled in my hair, enjoying the sensation. I licked up and down his shaft, eating him like a lollipop. I moaned slightly as he pulled my hair, the vibrations moving up him in waves. He groaned and released my hair, stepping back and out of my mouth.