Snow wasn't sure if she ever had as many orgasms in such a short amount of time as she did this weekend. BIgby was really committed to making up for the lost time by making her climax more than she thought she was physically able to. He was so… Why was it so good with him? She knew the answer, technically – he was focused on her reactions and prioritized her pleasure, but why was he doing that? Why was he being a good lover?

The original fantasy was to get fucked without much consideration for her enjoyment. To be used, basically. She imagined his body pressing onto hers, him putting her into positions that he wanted, pushing her against the wall, having his way. Why did it never occurred to her that it could look any other way? She projected some imagined scenarios onto him and didn't consider what he would actually be like in bed. She did not think he might just care about her well-being. That he maybe liked her. They were friends, kind of, so why didn't she? She didn't let herself. He was so masculine and all that, he inspired some fantasies, but in this context he had to remain in a way separate from who he was as a person. It was safer for her.

But if she were to imagine what it would truly be like with Bigby, would she ever picture him catering to her every need, kissing her with so much passion, making compliments, keeping her warm at night and whispering how much he loved having her in his arms? She would not guess he would treat her so tenderly that the mirror would take them for a couple.

And she liked how it turned out. A bit too much. It made sex better – it was her fantasy, but improved in ways she wouldn't let herself dream about. She never dared to imagine being dominated and taken care of at the same time. Maybe her imagination was poor, but… so was her faith in men. She had good sex in her life, but she never felt like she could say exactly what it was that she craved. Until now. Not that she didn't have any discomfort around it at first, but she was able to name her desires and feel accepted. She surprised him, okay, but she still felt all right about it, as if they were discussing any other subject than sex.

It was scary to delight in it so thoroughly. It would be easier if she would just get a lot of mediocre sex that would just satisfy her need of giving up control and getting fucked hard. Now she was probably having an affair with a subordinate. And fuck it, she didn't want to stop. Suddenly she cared and would feel like she really lost something if things would get really bad between them. She could never forget what they had. Now she had something to miss.

The whole thing would be also less problematic, if she only lusted after him for his body. But she didn't. From the beginning he was attractive for her on every level, even if she didn't understand it. The way he carried himself, confident that he was more powerful than anyone in the room impressed her. In the hindsight it was obvious she was going to enjoy not just sex by also having this kind of connection with him. But she still didn't foresee it. And she certainly didn't predict him to be so affectionate. She had no idea how addictive his company would be. She didn't only want to have sex again, she also wanted to cuddle in the bathtub, and that was a problem.

As early as on Monday she already yearned for meeting with him again, but even with his help willingly given on both Saturday and Sunday she had too much work for that. She also had to deploy her new assistant. But she did notice Colin in the truck going to the Farm. He was a man of his word. She had to show him she appreciated that. If she only had time. Unfortunately, as much potential as Boy Blue shown, he was not yet able to share her workload and allow her to finish after maybe ten hours of work instead of twelve.

On Tuesday she managed to get some free time, but Cindy and Briar invited her out and after her last argument with Rose she felt like trying building friendships. It was sad, but she was right about her having no life. She truly was lonely. Now at least she had her affair, but besides that? Not much.

She was behind her time, because of course something came up. She hated being late, but she would hate more to leave things unfinished. From seven in the morning the endless line to the business office will form again and she will really have no mental energy to deal with any additional paperwork.

It was genius to wear a dress in the morning that looked professional with a jacket and slick without it, because she had no time to change. Within three minutes since she walked out of the business office, she was in the cab.

Cindy and Briar were seated at the table and have already ordered drinks when she walked in. "Hi", "hello", none of them acknowledged that she was late. They both looked pretty, better than her, probably, since she had no time to fix her make-up.

"How's your work?" Cindy asked. It seemed like they were talking about her being late after all.

"Bad. But it should get better. I've hired someone."

"Did you have a day off since the promotion?" Now it was Briar. Could they talk about something else?

"You're making an assumption that I had any before" she answered dismissively. She was ready to change the subject. She liked Briar fine, but she could do without judgment from someone who have never had a real job. Or sympathy, she could do without both. "What did you two order? Is it good?"

They got a clue and seamlessly changed the topic of discussion to drinks in the menu. Before she chose her order, she already knew she was going to ask the waiter for a double shot of vodka.

"And how's your shop?" Snow asked Cindy when her Bloody Mary arrived. It was ironic or comical, or… something to get a cocktail with this name, but whatever, she felt like getting it.

"More efficient since Skub came along." Sure, great that she was wrong about that. Absolutely great.

"Excellent" She said with her most political smile.

"I might soon be doing business with some French investors in Paris." Why is everyone flying to Paris now? Are there no more cities? Were they going together? She truly hoped her face didn't betray what she was thinking about. And now she was stressed about it. Splendid. Amazing. Great.

"Fingers crossed" was her answer given with a straight face.

Now Cindy moved to telling animated anecdotes from her work. She was the most outgoing from the three and that was convenient. Snow had no need whatsoever to carry the conversation. Then Briar started talking about their common associate socialites and she could even call it fun. She had to deal with a lot of rich assholes and it was a way to decompress. To some she most probably was one of those assholes, but that didn't matter now. She ordered a second drink.

A few moments after Briar went to the bathroom, Snow broke and asked Cindy the question that was bugging her honestly the whole time. She could try blaming it on the alcohol, but she really wasn't drunk. It was all her.

"Are you going to Paris with Bigby?" She shouldn't have asked that, but she did.

"I'm going first, but you could say that" she answered unbothered. "Relax, I'm not trying to steal your man. What's the difference anyway, we could fuck as well in New York." That was true, but there was a difference. The difference was he didn't tell her.

"What are you talking about?" asked Briar, coming back to the table.

"Bigby." Snow answered. Ater a short consideration she added: "Don't spread the word, but we're sleeping together." She felt like she was going to regret it later, but she also wanted to be someone who doesn't care. And Cindy knew anyway.

"Yes, everybody knows" said Briar.

"They don't. It was a rumor, it wasn't true until recently."

"Really? I though you just didn't want to talk about it."

Cindy did not react. She was just sipping her drink.

"There was nothing to talk about." And did she want to talk about it? She just brought up the subject herself, but she wasn't sure.

"Do you have something to talk about now?" That was Cindy.

"It's better than I thought." And she missed him more than she thought. Maybe she could still see him tonight… He probably wasn't asleep yet.

"That's all you're gonna say?" Cindy inquired.

"Yes. It's late and I need to get back to the Woodlands."

She knocked on his door. Before she was paranoid about others finding out about them she would do that without hesitation, so she shouldn't hesitate now.

He opened the door to let her in within seconds and eyed her from head to toe before greeting her. First she planned on inviting him to her place, because his was… she hated his place, but in a white T-shirt he looked maybe even hotter than usual, so did she really want to waste more time? She could see the definition of his muscles through it.

"Are you free tonight?" she asked courteously.

"What do you think?"

And that was all that needed to be said before they started making out. He pushed her against the door and put his hands around her waist. She was instantly turned on and felt week in her knees. It was so wonderful to feel his touch again, kiss him again… How could she assume months ago that he probably wouldn't want to kiss her, just fuck and leave. She was so wrong… It was so good to be wrong.

Even when she would imagine it, she never imagined kissing him would make her shiver. She forgot the world outside of his embrace. It was admirable that they were able to keep their distance in public, when clearly all they wanted to do was this.

What were they going to do now? Were they going to fuck on that door? Mybe. She wouldn't mind. His body pressing on hers was all she craved.

"Let's take it to bed" he said. Snow was down for anything, as long as he was going to hold her close. She just nodded slowly. She didn't feel like speaking.

The moment he stopped holding her, she started to miss his warmth. After following him to the small, dark bedroom she sat down on the bed that was taking most of the space of the room and took of her high heels. The bedding could be cleaner and it strongly smelled like cigarettes, but it wasn't that important now.

He took place next to her and they quickly went back to kissing. His hands moved to her back to unzip her dress. Being undressed by him made her feel hot inside, she couldn't wait for what was about to happen. She took of his T-shirt and let him take of her underwear and stockings. Showing off her body to him made her happy.

His arms were around her and his fingers were in her hair. Slowly he leaned her to the mattress. His touch on her skin was so arousing, all she was thinking about was their closeness. He got on top of her and there was no position she would rather find herself in. She put her hands above her head and let herself be trapped between his arms. He could do anything he wanted.

"I could cuff you to the frame."

"Yes, please."

He got up for a moment and she was very impatient for him to come back. Even though she never fantasized about it previously, the picture immediately excited her. A way to give him more control.

Cold metal touched her wrists. He was delicate and careful, which made the situation more erotic. He was a born killer and she was trusting him with her body. Him showing her so much solicitude was perfect response for that. One she didn't expect, but one she deeply longed for.

Every sensation became more intense. His kisses on her neck, nipple stimulation, touch of his hairy chest. She was astonished by how comfortable she felt restrained under him. There was no doubt in her mind that motivation behind all of his action was only giving pleasure. When he looked in her eyes before kissing her lips again, she smiled joyously.

He moved lower to kiss her breasts and stomach. She knew her tits looked amazing and was proud of that. Naked and handcuffed on his bed she was surely quite a view and that was satisfying. She wanted him to remember it and recall later, not only while jerking off, she wanted him to inappropriately think about it when he will see her in the business office and talk to her about crime statistics. She didn't care that it wasn't smart. She was acting smart all the time, it was tiring. If it was a mistake, she wanted to make it.

It was clear he wanted to eat her out, so she moved higher on the bed to make space for him, while also putting her arms into decently comfortable position.

He wasn't doing anything he wouldn't normally do, but it felt different when she had no way of moving away. Her heart was beating faster, she was so turned on. It was even better when she closed her eyes and just focused on his touch and nothing more. She didn't have to do anything, he was taking care of her.

At first she didn't understand what he liked so much about cunnilingus, but after she discovered the joys of sucking his cock, she got it. She didn't need to fully understand his thing with smells and taste to admit that getting someone you care about to come this way was just so much fun.

He was taking his time. If he intended to get her off quickly, she was sure he could achieve that in two minutes or less. She was on the edge.

When she did come, he didn't stop. He added fingers and changed his technique, but he didn't stop stimulating her clit for a moment. She didn't fight increasing wave of pleasure. What he wanted was for her to orgasm for the second time now, so she was going to give in. Almost involuntarily her hips started to move in the rhythm he imposed. She didn't need much longer for her back to arch as she climaxed.

Snow thought he was going to get on top of her now, but he didn't. He was still licking and sucking on her clitoris. Was that why he wanted her restrained? So she wouldn't prevent him from trying to get her to three orgasms in a row? Fine then, if that was so important to him, he could give it a shot.

It wasn't easy. The orgasm was slow to build up. She was skeptical if it was going to happen at all. It was still very pleasurable, so his efforts weren't wasted by any means, but he was probably going to be disappointed.

Bigby wasn't giving up. He reached for her breast and started to gently touch the nipple in a way that was… working on her. Maybe there was a chance that he would be successful if she got into the right mindset and focused on how turned on she was by that powerful, strong man… or not a man truly, being so delicate and careful to make her experience something beautiful. And that did it for her. She came unexpectedly. It was less intense than two previous orgasms, but there was something to it. It felt gratifying in a different way.

He wiped his face and lay next to her. She could straighten her legs and arms.

"How do you feel?"

"Great" she answered turning her head to look in his yellow eyes.

"Weren't you bored?"

"Not really, no."

"I assume you're oversensitive now." After that long and fruitful oral? He assumed right.

"Uhm, yeah."

"So I can just put it in your mouth." He definitely could do that.

"Yes." He quickly kissed her before they moved further.

Snow didn't ask to be freed. She moved back again to almost half-sitting position with hands crossed behind her head and waited for him to take of his pants and kneel over her. Fuck, his dick in her mouth was exactly what she was lacking today. Being handcuffed only made it better.

He was moving her head and she controlled solely her lips and tongue. It felt heavenly when he picked up the pace and his cock became even harder for a few seconds before his sperm ejaculated and she swallowed. Aftertaste was bitter, but it left her as satisfied as she always was when he finished in her mouth.

Soon she could freely move her arms again and as much as she wanted to stay for longer, she started to look for her underwear. She had no clue how late it was, but she had to go back to her apartment.

"I told Briar and Cindy that we're sleeping together. Cindy knew, obviously, but now she knows from me."

That took him off guard. But he was noticeably happy about it.

"Really?"

"Yes." And where was her dress? It was completely dark now.

"She's flying to Paris in a week, I'll join her to go after Crane." Hmm, she was pleasantly surprised by hearing him tell her that.

"Don't die. I would miss you."