I stopped again and gaped.
“People noticed us. It’s one of the reasons I needed to leave. It was hurting you. The closer we were, the more people thought it. I resisted leaving because it would make you vulnerable but staying was making it worse.”
I stared. I had no idea. None. Though I should have. The office gossip machine was insidious.
“You should have told me that. Had I known-”
“You’d have left. I saw what Nathan and Suzy went through. Why should you leave a place you like working?”
Straining up in my heels, I sneered. “I only liked it because of you, twat-face, it’s miserable now.” I strutted off.
He caught up with me. “The worst bit was when we first kissed. One of the first things to come to me after ‘oh my god I think I love her’ was that they were right. Everyone saw it but us.”
“You should have told me, I needed to know. Fuck’s sake, all I’m going to think now is how they’re congratulating themselves on being right about us. I’d have handled us differently at work had I known.” I made an annoyed grunt and stropped down the street, but Toby caught my arm, throwing me into him.
“I know,” he shouted and stepped back, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry, I should have said.”
“Not telling me is a shitty thing to do. Do you have any idea how loathsome infantilising me is? Afraid I couldn’t handle it?”
“No,” he got in my face again, “I’d have had to admit my feelings to you, how could I when I couldn’t admit them to myself.” He scanned my eyes, his face taut, and hair catching the streetlights. He was beautiful, and I loved him angry. Tension radiated in the cold, our breaths steaming.
I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, pulling his lip through my teeth. “Okay.”
“Huh?” He looked a bit dazed.
I tapped his cheek. “I need to fuck you.”
“Right-ho.” He hauled me up over his shoulder and started jogging.
I howled with laughter until he unceremoniously dropped me at the front door. We wrestled with the keys and fell in. He pushed my dress up, revealing my stocking tops.
“You’ve been bad, and we’ll have to add this to your list of sins.”
Toby panted, eyes on my lacy knickers.
“Get on your knees and tend to your Mistress.” I pulled his scarf, and he went down.
I kept hold of it as he pulled my knickers aside and went about his daily pussy penance as we’d dubbed it. He caressed my cold bottom as my coat fell off my shoulders. I ground into his face, and he let me ride his mouth and tongue, throwing one leg over his shoulder. I came hard and loud, pulling tight until he tapped me, and I let go.
He fell back panting as Anne and Vaughan came through from the front room while I still had my minge out.
I screamed, dropping my dress, and Toby got to his feet.
“Hot.” Vaughan made okay signs with his hands, and Anne smothered her laughter as they went upstairs.
“The bastards,” I muttered in the silence.
“Want to go back to mine?”
“Yes please.” I patted my hot cheeks. How mortifying.
GAME
It was only eight when we got to his. We met in the pub with plans to only spend a few hours there and the evening in bed. He jumped in the shower after me when we got in, and after the horrifying fanny flash incident, I wasn’t sure if to go ahead with my plan.
Toby joined me in just his boxers. “Want to try that new game?”
I sat on the settee in a lacy vest and short set, and he lay on the floor, eyeing the pretty French knicker style shorts before turning the console on. I made my choice. The argument needed addressing. Lots of things did.
I kept glancing at his bum, thinking how cute and munchable it was.
“What?” He turned to me as the loading screen came on.
I had a plan. “Close your eyes.”
He did, smirking. From my hastily packed bag, I pulled out a set of handcuffs, slid down onto the floor and sat on his back.
He sighed, resting his chin on his arms. “Do you want to play a new game?”
I leant over him, kissing his shoulder and slipped the cold steel around his wrist, clicking it shut.
He snapped up. “That was sneaky.”
“What else is a girl to do when you always win? I can unlock you.”
“Fuck no, I’m yours.”
“Promise?”
“Always.”
I smirked and ran my hands up his back, the firm muscle from his training rigid under softer skin.
He had a bruise on one side from sparring, and I kissed it before reaching up and cuffing his free wrist, with his hands behind his back.
Shifting off him, I pulled his boxers down and got him naked.
I slapped his bum. “Over.”
Rolling onto his back, he had a dark look in his eyes with his arms trapped behind him, and cock hard.
“We only had fifteen minutes earlier on.” I slipped my underwear off slowly, and his cock twitched as he watched me.
I climbed up him, straddling his mouth and rode it. His freshly shaven face and damp hair felt perfect as I sat.
He’d not quite managed every day because of my period, but he gave it a good go the rest of the time. He really loved pussy. It was leaving me constantly aroused, and I barely functioned. I knew it would calm down, but we couldn’t stop.
I rode slowly, giving him just enough space to draw breath. I came clawing the carpet and rolled off him.
He gasped. “That was only twenty.”
“You know I didn’t mean it literally. I can’t keep it up.”
He grinned at me with a wet face. I kissed him, tasting minty toothpaste under the taste of me.
“You’re far too cheeky. You need a little chastising.”
His moan made me want to bite him.
“Have you ever been spanked?”
He half sat up. “No.” He lay back, biting his lip. “Will it hurt?”
“Of course.”
A wicked grin inched up his face.
I got to my feet, picking up my bag. “Get up.”
He obeyed and followed me into his bedroom.
I sat on the bed and patted it. “On your front.”
He did, arse exposed. I ferreted the lube out, and gloves he had in the drawer. They were a little big. Out of my overnight bag, I pulled out a paddle.
“Anne took me shopping. I have a few surprises for you.”
He craned his head around, and eyes widened. “You have been planning.”
“Yes, because you always get your own way.”
“It’s because you’re so delicious.”
I laughed and struck his arse, leaving a solid red print of the paddle.
“Oh god.”
“Yes or no?”
“I’m not sure.”
Soothing that perfect reddened peach, I hit him again. He jerked, biting the duvet.
“Are you ready for me?” With a dollop of lube, I teased his rim.
“Yes.”
“You dirty boy, hoping I’d play with your arse. I’m not sure you deserve the pleasure.”
“I’ll do anything, please,” he begged.
With a kiss to his back, I eased one, then two fingers in. He arched up as I slid them deep.
I hit the top of each thigh, and then his bottom. The sharp leather left harsh imprints. He squirmed.
“If you want me to stop, you know what to say.”
He moaned sticking his arse out a little, but I didn’t move my fingers and felt him tense around them, the muscle strong and hot. “More. Please.” His breath stuttered.
I kept striking him, and his cries became moans and then laughter. I felt him get high, heat radiating from him. I knew that feeling; he’d done it to me.
“Please.”
“What do you want, baby? Hmm?” I hit him harder.
“Come. Plea
se.” He grunted his words, clawing for breath.
Pausing, I kissed the sensitive redness and needled my fingers inside. He cried out.
“Feel good?”
He tensed all over, and I withdrew.
“Do you want to be my little bitch?” My voice was honey in his ear, and he muttered with his eyes closed.
I tapped his face. “Do you?”
“Yes, anything.”
“Anything? Answer some questions.”
I ferreted the key for the cuffs and undid one of his hands. Rolling him over I urged him up the bed and re-cuffed him face down with his arms stretched above him. My mouth watered as I straddled the top of his thighs, my cool legs pressing against his hot red skin. He hissed as I reached over and grabbed the plug. Easing it inside him, he strained.
I teased it in and out, and he swore and ground. I slapped his arse, and he shouted.
“When you used to come out of the shower in a towel, was it in the hope I’d notice?”
He didn’t answer, and I struck him again. He pulled on the cuffs. “Yes,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
I hit again.
“Fuck, that hurt. Maybe I wanted the attention.”
I teased his prostate. “How did you feel about that first kiss?”
He panted. “I wanted you. I wanted to fuck you. I needed you away from me so I wouldn’t.”
“I told you I wanted you.”
“Yes, and it was permission to feel what I do.” His face contorted, and he swore. “It would be what we have, and I wasn’t ready, but I wanted you. Too soon. Not ready to spend the rest of my life with you because I love you bone deep.” His voice broke. “I love you utterly. So much I can’t contain it, can’t process how intense it is. Part of me knew then, I couldn’t deal with it because of everything else, and I hurt you, and I’m so sorry.”
I went to uncuff him, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“No. Do this. I need it.” He growled out the words.
I lay over his back. “I love you with everything.”
“You’re such a big spirit, a beautiful soul... I...” He blinked hard, completely rigid.
I kissed his cheek and his mouth and soothed him before moving down his body. Teasing him slowly, I drew his orgasm out. He lifted his hips and knelt, and I played with his cock, hand slippery with lube, going hard and fast, and then lightly teasing the head, feathering my fingers. I teased the plug until he came onto my hand, grunting and twitchy.
When he was spent, I turned him onto his back and held him.
“Poppy.” Tears fell down his cheeks as he whispered my name.
I had him out the cuffs in a second, and he cradled me to him. I didn’t know what to say.
After a minute, he heaved a breath, and I held his face. “Let’s get that plug out of you.”
He pulled his mouth down. “We don’t have to stop already.”
I blinked. “You want me to keep playing?”
“I want you to use me however you like. Need it.” He spoke into my mouth.
“Hmm, let’s play milkmaid, and you play the cow.”
Before he could answer, I showed him what I meant.
PROMISE
I woke with Toby’s arm around me, and I shifted over.
It got kind of out of control in the best way. He had one hand cuffed to the bed and lipstick smeared on his mouth. I undid the handcuffs, and his arm flopped down.
I kissed his wrist and rubbed his hand. He grunted in his sleep. I started thumbing off the lippy on his face, and he blinked awake.
“Hey.”
He didn’t speak but searched my eyes.
“Are you okay? Too much? We kinda passed out there.”
“It was incredible. I didn’t think you were so strong.”
“I have hidden talents.”
“You do. I can still feel you inside me.” We kissed, and he ground into me.
I muffled a laugh as I pulled away, and he tucked my massive sex hair behind my ear.
“Not right away, but soon, I’d like us to move in together.” He snuggled into me.
“What?”
“Earlier made me think. I want everything with you. All of it. I hate being without you.” He speared my hair, his lips still pink.
“All right, but we need time first.”
He kissed me, and I wrapped my legs around him. We made love in the dark, hungry and needy, and emotion choked me as we trembled in each other’s arms. I understood his want to get going, but the newness of us and accepting it seemed to be taking time for me, and I loved that he was okay with it.
The following Saturday was our first outing as a couple. He met my dad that day and was still a bit pale, but we had a night out to get ready for.
Toby grumbled but slapped my arse as I got up and chased me down the hall to the bathroom, seeing as we had time for a shower quickie first. I spent most of my time at his flat. I had my own drawer and section of the wardrobe, I left things everywhere, and it became our space.
The shower quickie turned into a full-on fuck session, and we were late.
Effie and Stuart were having a pre-wedding party, and I loved that they weren’t having hen and stag dos but a night out at Kink for everyone in the know.
Toby looked hot; he wore grey trousers and a dark green shirt with the sleeves cuffed. It brought out his eyes and freckles, and it was hard not to swoon over him. I chose a nude latex dress that had no back and barely covered anything. I only bought it for Kink, and Toby couldn’t stop looking at my tits. Every time he did, my nipples hardened.
“We should go,” he said to my cleavage.
I tapped his face, and he moaned.
Toby was quiet when we got there, taking it all in.
I led him by the hand through the busy dance floor, the bass thumping through me, and up to the gallery where the private party was. He did a doubletake seeing Nathan and Suzy there. And Darby.
When I told him about Effie inviting us to Kink, he stared at me for a full minute. I told him about the fact most of the people we were friends with were kinky.
He shook his head. “No wonder I get on so well with Nathan.”
And there Nathan was in just a pair of tight jeans with his good tan and blond hair, and Suzy in black latex with complete control over him. She winked at me.
Toby and Nathan talked for a bit, and the weirdness didn’t last long. Seeing my boss topless was a bit strange, but anything went at Kink.
The gallery bar was quiet, and as everyone met up, Effie and I chatted about the evening. She was so excited.
Effie was collared and adoring of Stuart who was ridiculously tall. Not for me, but she was head over heels. I guess that serious, moody and dour-faced type were attractive in their own way. Though Stuart’s grump vanished when he looked at her.
Effie played with the chain she was attached to and laughed at Toby’s discomfort. “I wasn’t a fan of the club when we first came here, but we made friends, and I love it now.”
Stuart leant down to her ear, and she showed her deference, and they moved off, but she turned back and grinned at me.
We moved through into the demo room for the private party. Anne was performing with Darby later, and I wondered what Toby would make of it.
The burlesque performer who was on first brought Effie and Stuart on stage and got them to join in. It was hilarious how uncomfortable he was, while Effie laughed the whole time.
Later, with everyone having a good time, and me and Toby wrapped in a quiet bubble, he took me aside to a dark corner and kissed me.
He put his hand between my legs, hiding me as he crowded in. “You’re so lovely and sexy, I’ve been desperate for you.”
I grabbed his crotch, finding him hard.
“We had sex twice before coming out. You’re very bad.”
“Yes, I’m bad. You must do someth
ing about it.”
I laughed, but he cut me off in a kiss.
“I meant what I said.” He turned to the crowd and Effie and Stuart. “I want that. What they have.” He turned back to me, crooking his finger under my chin. “We’ve known each other a long time, been best friends for most of it. I never want to be without you.”
I put my hands around his neck, and he picked me up.
“I’m not leaving you. We’re each other’s person. So yes, but not yet.”
“No, not yet. Soon though.”
I kissed him. “Soon.”
The End
NOT WISE
Amelia, freshly divorced, starts a new life and business in Chadford where she starts again.
When a younger and gorgeous builder catches her in her underwear one morning, little did she know everything was about to change.
Rebuilding relationships and connecting to new ones while forging her career is a struggle, and does she really need a younger guy in the mix?
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Content warning: contains adult language, explicit BSDM sex including anal and restraints. Medical exam.
SCRAPE AND BREAK FREE
The divorce papers were still warm from the printer, and it was done. Free. My ex-husband could fuck his girlfriend until his dick fell off, but there I was with a spatula scraping my fanny out because I was late for my smear. They did a full exam and agreed to do a sexual health screening when I explained I’d just picked up the papers from the solicitors. Not that I actually remembered the last time I had sex. The last ten months were the most painful of my life.
When I found out my husband of nearly twenty years had a girlfriend for five of them, I left. Packed and went. Beyond humiliation, beyond wounded pride, I couldn’t believe his betrayal. An open arrangement would have been fine, but I’d taken the vows I took at nineteen seriously. I gave everything up for and to him, and what do I get? A check for the clap.
Just at the uncomfortable moment when the nurse poked my vag, it hit me. Alone for the rest of my life. No more emotional labour, cooking meals I hated or washing other people’s clothes. I was free.
“All done,” she said.
“Yes, we are.” I grinned as I redressed, but it fell.
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