Cake Love: All Things Payne(30)

She nods but I know she is still a bit nervous. I take one of my ties I grabbed from my closet and start to secure her wrist to the bed. Then I proceed to the other wrist.

"Don't tell me you never used a vibrator before?"

"Yeah, I have James at home but he is rather simple compared to that pink thing."

"James? You named your vibrator James?"

"Yeah, after the actor, James..."

I hold up my hand to stop her and shake my head.

"Wait, don't tell me. I really don't want to know that you fantasize about anyone but me."

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as her tongue darts out to play with her upper lip.

"Well, I haven't thought about that actor in many months, so I should really rename him Henrik because that's what I yell out with him."

I trail my finger over her mouth and can already feel my cock coming back to life after the epic orgasm she sucked from me.

"Good girl. Now let’s start playing. You wanted to know how I got the scars. Well, about nine years ago I was in a drunk driving accident. I slammed my car into a tree. I had fractured ribs, a punctured lung, whiplash, and both legs were broken so severely that when they healed I had to learn to walk again. The scars I don't care about, it's what they represent that I don't want to see. So, I got the tattoos to camouflage them."

"Does that work? Do you look at your chest and forget that the accident took place?" Morgana asks but I just smirk at her.

"Oh no Sweetcakes, no more questions until I have a little fun with you."

I previously added the batteries so I flip on the vibrator and circle it around her already sodden *. Morgana squirms and almost jumps from the first touch.

"Shhh Sweetcakes, this is just the beginning."

I smile at her intense reaction loving that I am giving this to her. Slowly I push inside and just as quickly remove the pink device. I move in between her legs and push them farther apart. Right as I get the entire vibrator inside her and she starts to moan closing her eyes, I pull it from her and shut it off.

"Okay, that was fun, now next question."

Morgana is actually gritting her teeth at me. Oh it seems my little temptress doesn't like to be teased back. Hmm, I will have to work on that with her.

"You’re a bastard," she growls at me.

"No I wasn't. I had a mother and father. Which I am sure you would like to know about. My father was an amazing man. He was an engineer for the city and loved me and my sister. He would take us to O'Hare airport every Sunday and we would have a picnic in his car and watch the planes go by. I was really into planes when I was young. Even considered getting my pilots license once, but things change I guess. Anyway, I had a cool dad and my sister was twelve years younger than me, so she was too tiny to get it, and when she was really little we didn't bring her. I loved my dad a lot. My mom on the other hand? Well if she had a chance to do things differently she would never have had kids. She loved her career more than us."

My face forces a half smile and I notice Morgana's eyes have grown soft. I know she wants to touch me right now, comfort me, but I have to say I prefer it this way. Compassion is not an emotion I wish to evoke in others, especially when it comes to my past. Tiffany would always try to give me hugs but it made me feel uncomfortable. Even Edgar reached out from time to time, but I have always felt better alone. The emotions can be sorted and controlled on my own, when tenderness presents itself everything becomes a blur.

"They all were killed in a drunk driving accident on December twentieth, ten years ago."

"Potatoes," her voice gentle and it causes me to close my eyes. This isn't how I imagined how this would play out. I thought if I brought the toys in and got her aroused the feelings could be pushed aside. I guess I am just realizing how powerful the heart really is.

I move to untie her and rub at her wrists, bringing her arms down to her. She pulls me down beside her and we cradle each other. Morgana dots my face with soft kisses.

I can hear her stomach rumble loudly so I lift my head and brush some loose tendrils away from her face.

"How about we order room service? And for dessert we can get the biggest slice of cake as long as I get to feed it to you."

Her eyes grow large and a silly grin seizes her face.

"Henrik, you had me at cake."





Chapter 12

Payne's Rule Six: Don't get yourself in a compromising position

It's the Tuesday after I got back from London. I left chilly and wet England for bite-my-ass cold in Chicago. Oh and it's snowing here. Yes, one of the few times it actually snows in April. As much as I love the snow, it forces Morgana to bundle up. I don't like it when she wears extra clothing.

Though I can't complain right now as she is wearing a very low cut fitted black cashmere sweater with a tight lavender pencil skirt. And I know hiding underneath is her famous thigh high stockings. Have I told you how much I love that she wears those things? If someone held a gun to my head and told me I had to pick between her not wearing the stockings anymore or the glasses, I would be dead. There is no way to choose.

I am watching her right now on the opposite side of my desk gnawing on her cake pen. Yes, the woman has a cake topped pen. Perhaps there is a cake lovers anonymous for her.

My eyes keep flicking back and forth between her ample cleavage and how her lips curl around her pen. Captain Cock has a lot to say on the matter, but I am keeping him muffled for right now.