With him sleeping soundly next to me, I couldn't help but silently watch. I never got a chance to see him sleep since he would always leave before I would wake up but now I did. I was infatuated with him and yet I didn't feel guilty about it.

Although it was the middle of that night, I was awake, unable to sleep. The thought of my departure tomorrow morning was keeping me up.

Blowing out a sigh, the pain inside my chest began to swell. I had spent my last night here in his bed, knowing that it was only going to make things harder for me. I was being selfish, wanting him to myself. I had been selfish my whole stay here, giving in to my lusts and desires. And this was my punishment.

The taste of his lips still lingered in my mouth.

Even in the dark, I was able to make out his features. Sleeping on his back with his arm beneath my head, he looked so calm and peaceful. The usual stress in his face was no longer there.

I moved closer to him, my body pressing against his. My arm rested on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath and my body seemed to relax to the small sound of his barely audible snoring.

Vince had the endurance of a horse. He could fuck until the sun went up and our limbs became paralyzed and while my pussy went crazy over that, my body said otherwise. And yet no matter how late we would stay up, he managed to wake up before the sun even came up.

Maybe there was a reason why he always left before I could wake up. Maybe this was all just a mistake. It had started with us using the other to satisfy our sexual needs but now...

Fuck, why was I being so damn emotional?

Suddenly, he began to stir and I immediately shut my eyes. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me for a long moment before he decided to say something.

"What are you doing?" His chest vibrated as he spoke.

Pretending to be asleep, my eyes remained closed. I hoped that he hadn't caught me watching him like a creep.

"I know you're awake, Darcy." His deep, drowsy voice uttered out. Damn it. I knew that I had been caught but I continued to pretend to sleep.

He let out a sigh and I felt something brush against my cheek, presumably his hand. I didn't move, laying still.

"I wonder how your dad will feel once he figures out we'd been sleeping together." I heard him say as a low chuckle rumbled through his chest. My eyes immediately snapped open.

"He won't," I stated firmly, tilting my head towards him, narrowing my eyes. "Because neither of us will be telling him."

Vince withdrew his hand from my cheek and I could see the corner of his lip twitch, amused.

"Ah, so you are awake."

I frowned, realizing what he had said was just a ploy to get me to stop pretending to sleep.

God, I was going to miss him. Miss his dick, his stupid remarks, and... everything about him.

It was quiet for a moment as we watched each other in the dark. I shifted, unconsciously pushing my body closer against his. I could feel him tense underneath my touch.

"Have you always been sterile?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"No. I had a vasectomy a while back." He slowly replied.

"Why?" I couldn't help but pry. Vasectomies were to prevent pregnancies but that wouldn't be a problem unless he had sex often. Maybe he slept around frequently and that was an efficient way to prevent impregnating his sexual partners.

"I don't see myself ever being a father. If I ever change my mind– which I most likely won't– it is reversible."

I nodded slightly. So he just didn't want kids. But was that all there was to it?

"You would be a good father," I muttered to myself, mindlessly.

"I don't have the time." He replied softly and I sighed.

"You need a vacation." I began, making circles with my finger on his chest. "At this rate, you're gonna die from a heart attack from the pressure you put yourself under."

Vince stared at the ceiling, unmoving for a second before diverting his gaze down at me. He was silent for a moment, clenching his jaw.

"Stop punishing yourself," I uttered, only to receive no reply. It became quiet again with only the gentle sound of our breathing. Being so close to him felt so intimate and so.... surreal. Like this was just some dream I was going to wake up from.

"I have a question," I whispered. He didn't say anything so I decided to continue.

"If my dad didn't return the money, were you really going to kill me?"

I had to know. I couldn't stand being left in the dark any longer so I had to ask.

His lip twitched, holding back a smirk and I narrowed my eyes. Did he find this funny?

"Is this funny to you?" I asked, raising my voice an octave higher. I heard him snort and I rolled my eyes.

"No, I wouldn't have." He finally replied. "Although I would've easily gone away with it, I don't just kill people because I can."

A wave of relief washed over me and I smiled. So the man did have morals.

I relaxed into his chest, watching him. Our breaths had become even, matching each other.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about how this was going to be the last time we would be in bed together. Last time we would be this close at all.

"Are you going to continue staring at me for the rest of the night?"

Heat crept up my neck and I immediately tore my eyes away from him.

He sighed, his face softening.

"Can't sleep?" He asked. I nodded. I couldn't fall asleep especially since I was leaving in only a couple of hours.

I was being overdramatic. Once I left, I would get over him in no time. Or I was just trying to tell myself that to feel better.

"Just close your eyes. Your flight is early tomorrow morning." His fingers brushed against my eyes, closing them. My body relaxed under his touch.

Tomorrow was going to hurt. There was no denying it.

...

Leaning back, I smiled at the view before me.

"Good morning," I said a smirk appearing on my lips as he began to stir. He let out a low groan as his eyes slowly opened, his eyes focusing on me, who was hovering over him.

"What the hell?" Vince muttered, his voice still husky and drowsy from sleep as he realized that I had tied his hands to the wooden headboard of his bed.

I hardly slept last night so at the crack of dawn, I decided it was a good idea to restrain him to the bed before he woke up.

I began to grow nervous as he became aware of what I had done. What if he wasn't into this kind of stuff?

You should've asked him first, you dumbass. How the hell did you forget about consent?

He made a futile attempt to tug on the tie of his that I had used to tie his wrists to the bed.

I chuckled lowly before climbing over him, my thighs planting on either side of his hips. He began to focus his dark eyes on me as I adjusted myself over him.

He was fully naked and I was too but he didn't attempt to look at my body. Instead, his eyes remained fixated on my face causing me to swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

Why? Why couldn't he just look at me as just a good lay? Things would be a lot less complicated that way.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I shook my thoughts out of my head.

"You're hot as fuck when you're tied up," I remarked, placing my hands flat against his bare chest. Vince let out a low groan, almost a growl.

"Release me." He demanded, his dominating voice causing a pool of wetness between my thighs. Sunrise had barely arrived and I was already becoming aroused by him.

"No," I said, refusing him. He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You never sleep in and this is your punishment."

"Punishment?" He said, amused now. I nodded. He shifted the growing erection becoming painfully obvious that all I could do was ignore it.

"You're going to be the death of me." He gritted out and I chuckled silently to myself.

Leaning down, I placed a kiss on his jaw, my lips rubbing against his small stubble hairs. He closed his eyes for a second, letting out a low hiss.

Pulling away, I began to feel the stiffness between my legs as his erection began to grow harder by the second. Sucking a sharp breath, I shifted with him right between my legs.

"Jesus Christ," He hissed out. "You're fucking crazy."

I hummed in response, agreeing with him before beginning a small motion with my hips. He let out a low groan, his eyes closing for a moment.

I smirk as his erection grew even harder, his shaft pressing right against my entrance. I trail a hand down his abdomen, tracing the outline of his abs.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt him jerk slightly between my legs. My thighs tightened around him with arousal. Fuck. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. My clitoris was throbbing for him at this point but instead, I quickly gained back my control, reaching my hand down to grip the base of his hardness.

He swore under his breath as I began stroking him.

"Don't you think it's a little bit too early in the morning for this?" He rasped out huskily as my hand picked up its pace.

"Just let me help you take care of this," I said with a smirk, rubbing my thumb over the tip that had glistened with pre-cum. "Or would you prefer a cold shower?"

He merely let out a grunt and I continued, adding in my other hand.

I was dripping wet for him and it took every bit of my willpower to not untie him and let him fuck me into oblivion.

Ignoring the unbearable ache between my legs, I leaned down, positioning my lips over him. Kissing the tip of his cock, my eyes flipped up to see his frustrated expression, earning a satisfied grin from me.

Giving him one last look, I wrapped my lips around the head, flicking my tongue around it. He let out a string of curses as I drew back and dragged a tongue up his throbbing shaft teasingly. I was so turned on by his arousal that I couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped my own lips.

If he had wanted me to stop, he didn't attempt to protest or object to what I was doing so I continued.

Taking him in my mouth again, I took as much of him as I could, gagging once he hit the back of my throat. My mouth wasn't nearly as big to be able to take more than half of his length but my hand made up for most of it.

He let me have my way with him as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him clean. My thighs clenched together at the sounds he made whenever he hit the back of my throat.

Vince's face was one of both pleasure and frustration as he watched me. His chest rose and fell as I bobbed my head, my mouth taking him again and again. The harsh breaths that escaped from his lips and the pulsating of his cock on my tongue seemed to make everything hotter.

My jaw had begun to ache but instead of slowing down, I picked up the pace. My hand gripped his shaft as I sucked his cock.

"Darcy." He hissed out, his cock jerking in my mouth and that was when I knew he was close. Taking him to the back of my throat one last time, I cupped the heavy sack of his testicles.

I felt him swell inside my mouth before his body tensed and he finally gave in. He came in my mouth, taking me by surprise and I quickly swallowed every spurt that came from him which had been more than I had imagined.

Once he was done, I drew back, beginning to catch my breath. I licked my lips, earning a dangerous glare from Vince.

Letting out one last hard breath, I got off of him.

"Where the hell are you going?" He demanded as I crawled off of the bed and began strutting away from him, towards the door. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass as I swayed my hips.

My plan had to just leave him helpless and tied up on the bed.

"I'm going to get ready to leave today," I said, giving him a seductive wink. The same pain from before entered my chest as I was reminded of my departure today.

"Untie me, Darcy," Vince gritted out in a warning tone.

I shook my head, giving him one last teasing smile before leaving his room.

"Darcy!" He roared out.