by Emelia Blair
She purses her lips and then nods. “Fine. That’s reasonable. I can do that.”
“So, it’s a date then?” I smile.
She gives me a reluctant smile and then leans over to peck my lips. “Fine. You win. Besides, I’m starting to get used to living with you again. Storm also likes you.”
In response to that, the tabby cat jumps off the dresser where she was washing herself and rubs herself against my legs before leaving the room.
“Clearly.” I glance at the clothes in the suitcase. “Are you going to help me unpack now?”
Getting Agatha to do something organized around the house is a difficult task. As soon as she starts putting the clothes back, she decides her sock drawer needs to be rearranged, and I have to force her away from that.
“Come on. We had two long days. Let’s do something other than arrange the sock drawer.” When she looks up at me, I suggest, “We could put on a movie and neck on the couch?”
Her lips curve. “That’s not the worst idea you’ve had. Maybe I’ll even let you get to second base.”
Oh, dear God, I love this woman.
Laughing, I choose one of those action movies she is so fond of and let her order a pizza.
“Plain cheese for me!” I yell at her from the couch as she walks into the bedroom, on the phone with the pizza place.
“Yes, as you so clearly heard, my girlfriend would like half cheesy,” I hear her dry remark.
I settle on the couch.
She is going to pay for that comment later.
We are midway through the movie when the pizza finally arrives. I won’t let Agatha get the door. I don’t know why, but it’s probably for the same reason that I shut the blinds although we are on the top floor of the building.
I pay the delivery guy, and I see her watching me with a soft look in her eyes.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious.
She purses her lips and shakes her head. “Nothing. I just… I really love you, you know.”
I take out some paper plates and grin. “Considering you rammed into a car for me, I should hope so.” I shake my head. “Sorry. Too soon.”
She gives a delighted laugh and puts her arms around me, dragging me into a kiss.
In between kisses, I tell her, “I’m still mad at you for that.”
However, she is in a mood, and she just makes a sound of agreement, “Mhm,” and returns to kissing my brains out.
I have no choice but to flip her over and let her straddle me on the couch. She is wearing one of those tank tops, her cardigan falling off her shoulders, all that glowing skin making my mouth water.
I feel her hands in my hair as she pulls out my hair tie and then runs her fingers through my hair as she makes out with me like a horny teenager.
I love how Agatha is so comfortable with her sexuality.
Her mouth moves against mine with a fluidity, my hands moving under her tank top, caressing her hot skin, possessiveness in each touch. My heartbeat quickens when I realize she had skipped a bra altogether.
I pull away from her mouth and start pressing kisses along her jawline. She shrugs off her cardigan and starts moving against my denim-clad cock. I break away from her, my voice straining. “Don’t do that.”
She gives me a wicked smile. “Why? Surely you have self-control.”
I gape at her and then narrow my eyes in warning. “Keep it up and I’ll tie you to the bed and then we’ll see who has more self-control.”
There is a definite gleam in her eye. “I don’t think you would.”
She leans down and gives me a long kiss, which burns some brain cells, I am pretty positive, and then rubs against my hard cock again, making me grit my teeth. “Okay, that’s enough!”
She is so startled that she actually pulls back.
I grab her by the waist and throw her over my shoulder, standing up.
Peals of laughter fill the room. “What are you doing, Ian?”
I smack her on the butt. “Teaching my woman a lesson.”
I carry her towards the bedroom, and she swears at me, “I swear to God, if you drop me, I will—” I throw her on the bed, and she stares up at me, stunned. “You actually mean it.”
She lifts herself up on her elbows as I pick up ties she dropped on the floor while we had been putting my things away. “Are you really going to tie me up?”
I eye her. “To teach you a lesson, sure.”
She grins. “I will be into that. Besides, I have much better self-control than you.”
I still, and then smile dangerously, my tone silky, “Care to bet on it?”
I see her interest perk up. “It’s on, Sawyer.”
I stretch the black tie tight in my hand and watch the excitement on her face.
Tying her up is the easy part. The funny part is that she tries to test the bonds and is completely dismayed by how firm they are.
“Were you a scout or something? What is with these knots?” she grumbles.
I grin and dim the lights in the room, lighting the candles. “My dirty little secret.”
“What’s with the candles?” She watches me going around the room.
I put down the lighter. “My girl deserves romance.”
When I turn, I see the happy and bewildered look in her eyes. “You continue to surprise me.”
Her hands are tied to the headboard, and I lean down to steal a kiss. “Always.”
However, I keep forgetting how addictive her lips are. I go back for another taste, and her eyes are dark when I pull away.
I pull off my t-shirt and throw it on the ground. Tugging off the leggings she has on, I marvel at those long legs that soon are going to be wrapped around my waist when I plow into her.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, staring at her.
“I’m starting to feel you just want me for my body,” she mutters, but I catch the laughter in her eyes. I lean down to kiss her on the nose.
“I adore that brain of yours.”
My mouth presses against her cheek, trailing down to her mouth as I sip from it.
Going lower, I go down and take a pink, furled nipple into my mouth, suckling at it, making her bite her lower lip. Agatha has very sensitive nipples, and I plan to take full advantage of that.
My fingers move over her stomach, and I feel her stomach quiver at my feather-like touch before I stop and straighten.
“What?” She looks confused, making me smile.
“Oh, I forgot. I was going through your drawer, and I found something. Give me a minute.”
I leave her gaping to retrieve that very interesting device I had recovered from a bag shoved at the end of the chest of drawers.
One look at the purple thing and Agatha’s mouth drops open. “How did you find that?”
It’s a vibrator with a small extension on top, which I assume is for her clit.
I waggle my eyebrows. “I was looking for my cufflinks, and I came across this and many more. We’ll get to those later on, but I’m very interested in this one.”
“That’s cheating!” she complains. “That’s like two against one.”
I give her an innocent look. “A testament to your self-control.” I sit by her side and hold the phallic-shaped device to her lips. “Go on.”
I am expecting her to protest, but Agatha is always up for a challenge. Her pink lips part, and I slide in the mushroom-shaped head.
There is something incredibly hot about watching her suck a toy dick. I have a bad feeling this is going to result in a test of my willpower.
I move my hand down and start playing with her clit, making her twitch. I rub the small nub with the pad of my fingers, circling and gently pinching it as it hardens. When her hips buck, she sucks harder on the dick in her mouth, and I clench my jaw as my cock hardens.
I lower my fingers to run across her slit and discover that she is sopping wet. Meanwhile, my other hand is moving the rod in and out of her mouth. There is something so wild about watching her do this
as her body reacts to my fingers.
Unable to help myself, I thrust two fingers inside her pussy and her back arches at the sudden intrusion. I pump the fingers in and out of her, watching the expressions on her face.
I want to hear her moans as I fuck her with my fingers and I take out the toy from her mouth, only to see her biting down on her lip, trying to hold in the sounds.
I smirk and take out my fingers, only to replace them with the wet vibrator.
Her mouth makes a small ‘O’ at the feel of it.
“Does that feel good?” I murmur in her ear.
She doesn’t say anything but a moan escapes her lips as I press the switch that makes it start vibrating.
“Look at the way your pussy is just eating it up. I didn’t know you are that hungry for a cock.” My mouth is next to her ear as I move the vibrator in and out of her drenched pussy.
Her expression is a mixture of helpless and frustrated as she tries not to give in to the ministrations.
When I see she is nearing the edge, I pick up speed with it, thrusting it in and out, making her tug at her bonds, letting out small cries. I don’t slow down. Instead, I bend my head and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking at it vigorously, assaulting her senses before I bite down on it.
Her scream is short as she loses the battle and comes all over the toy stuffed in her pussy. My smile is satisfied as I lean back.
Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. I lean down to take out the vibrator. As I take it out, she makes a small sound of frustration.
“I want to hate you,” she says, her voice ragged. “But wow.”
I grin and toss the toy aside. “I’m not done yet.”
She is still coming down from her high, and I put my mouth on her drenched pussy. I lap up her juices, the flat of my tongue making quick work of her hard clit, making her whimper pleas and desperate cries.
I feel another orgasm approach her when her inner muscles tighten around my tongue. I love that I can just make her come apart with my mouth alone. I change my position from where I have been leaning down. Crawling on the bed, I settle between her legs and lift them so they dangle from my shoulders as my mouth gets to work again.
“I-Ian!” My name is a whimper on her mouth. “Please!”
I don’t stop until she is a mess in my arms, one orgasm after the other ‘til there is nothing left in her to give.
Her body is exhausted, and I settle against her to kiss her. “Too much?”
“Bastard.” Her voice is hoarse.
I grin at her. “We don’t know that for a fact.”
She groans and then laughter spills from her lips. “You’re terrible!” My cock is hard in my jeans, and she feels it. “Take them off. I want your cock in me.”
The way she says it rushes straight to my nether regions and I can’t get rid of my jeans quick enough.
However, I am not done. “You lost the bet.”
“What?” She stares at me as if just sprouted two heads.
I lean over and undo her bonds.
She barely has time to react before I flip her over on her front and retie them.
“What are you doing?” Her tone promises me a world of pain if she doesn’t end up liking whatever this is, and I chuckle.
“You lost the bet, and we didn’t exactly discuss the winnings. I want to punish you.”
My hand rubs against her pert bottom, and I feel her body twitch when she catches on to what I am saying. “Go ahead. I can take – Oomph!”
Her words are lost in a startled sound when my hand strikes across her pale butt cheek, coloring the area I make contact with a beautiful red.
“If I were you, I would start counting. You get ten spanks.”
“Dick,” she mutters.
“That’s fifteen. Want to add more?” I say pleasantly.
“No,” she says meekly.
My hand comes down on her ass again, and I hear her gasp. “Two.”
I am kneeling on the bed by her side as I spank her, enjoying the sounds she makes. She graduates from pain to something filled with heat. I can tell she is dripping by the time we reach the last number and her voice chokes out, “Fifteen.”
My cock is near bursting, and I shift position again, this time coming behind her and angling her hips. Pushing my hips forward, I thrust my entire cock into her in one go, and she breathes out my name in a harsh whisper. “Ian!”
There is no finesse or anything.
We are both beyond that now, our minds far too gone to do anything but rut like animals. I piston in and out of her, pushing her sensitive pussy right into another orgasm and as she cries out, I feel my own approaching. As I come in her, I feel her muscles contract again on a sharp scream of my name.
I collapse on her and my hands weakly move to untie her. “You okay?”
I can hear the satiation in her voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum this many times in a row.”
I draw her closer to me, and we try to catch our breath.
I stare at the ceiling, feeling Agatha’s form curled around mine. Her breathing tells me she has slipped into a deep sleep. Her face is buried against my neck, her breath hot.
She is exhausted.
Having been forced to stay awake for the past day, and then going through one traumatic episode after the other, she was at her limit.
I pull the blanket over us and press my lips to the top of her head.
She doesn’t even move.
In all the time I had known Agatha, I had always felt that we shared a different relationship than she did with the rest of the group. I had never imagined that she would fit into my life like this. Now, I can’t imagine her not by my side.
I can’t see the rest of my life without her by my side.
I stare at the ceiling.
Maybe it’s time to visit the safety deposit box and retrieve the one piece of jewelry that could tie Agatha to my side forever. I know it’s hasty, but my mind has been made up. I can’t let her slip through my fingers.
I love her. When Mom gave me that ring many years ago, I didn’t think that I would be settling down anytime soon. I never met a woman who made me feel the urge to commit. I used to blame part of it on my hectic work schedule.
But maybe that was never the case.
Maybe a part of me always knew it would be Agatha. Every woman I met I would compare to the woman now fast asleep in my arms. From the first time I laid eyes on her and she looked up at me with that haughty expression of hers. Even as a child, she had a way of burrowing herself into people’s hearts.
For the ten-year-old me, she had been my first crush.
Oh, I adored her.
And she has taken full advantage of that. With her glossy golden curls and wide blue eyes, she often had me ditching my friends over the summer holidays and having tea parties with her and Charlotte, her best friend.
I have been shamelessly used and loved every minute of it.
I chuckle, remembering those moments.
Of course, the crush started evaporating once I started dating. But I always had a soft corner for her. Zayn and Fergus had nowhere to go home to over the holidays, and Philip’s parents opened their home to them. And I lived nearby, so we stuck together during breaks.
And then, Fergus’s sister died.
He was inconsolable. And that is when Agatha started hanging around him more, forcing him to play with her or sit with her. Quietly, she eased his pain while we could not do anything but watch his suffering, helplessly, our words useless, our young minds unable to handle the concept of this trauma. But for some reason, Agatha understood what he needed, and she devoted her entire break to fixing Fergus’s broken heart, picking up the shattered pieces one by one and carefully putting them back together.
She is an amazing and complicated person, and I love all these different sides of her. She is snarky and fierce and wildly independent. I can’t believe that she is all mine.
But right now, she is star
ting to look like a shadow of herself.
Thankfully, she has thrown out that weird coat she insisted on wearing outside, but there is a constant worry in her eyes, and she is becoming twitchy. I want this whole thing to be over so that she can relax.
But the day after tomorrow, I plan to get the ring from the bank. The attempt on my life has also told me that life is very short and I don’t want a life without this woman. My heart skips a beat when I recall the way I froze when I saw her smash into the blue car and then spin around to crash into the pole.
For a few scant heartbeats, I’d thought she was dead. It felt like someone had thrust their hand into my chest and shredded my heart into ribbons. Her name was a desperate scream on my lips until she stumbled out of that car, half-naked and bleeding.
I hold her closer to me, and she mumbles something as she stirs awake.
“No, no. Go back to sleep,” I murmur, stroking her hair.
She settles back against me, slipping back into a deep sleep.
I sigh and switch off the light.
I am in the midst of my meeting when I hear the knock on the glass door and look up to see Hastings at the door.
When I open the door, he says in a low voice, “Miss McCoy is here.”
It hits me that I had forgotten to tell him. The man looks more confident after a few weeks of working as my assistant.
“She’ll be working from here. Make sure she has everything she needs.” Hastings fidgets, and I narrow my eyes. “What is it?”
“Ah…” I can see the flush in his cheeks. “She’s a bit mean to me.” I make a sound of understanding.
“Did she call you twinkle-toes again?” When his cheeks redden, I hide my laugh. “Don’t worry. She’s a bit mean to everyone. She told me you the most efficient assistant I’ve had.”
He brightens at the praise, and when he leaves, I know he’ll be pandering to her every need.
So, the woman I love has a sadistic side. So what? She has other redeeming qualities to make up for it.
As the meeting continues, I sent a text to her: ‘Be nice to Hastings.’
It takes me a while to get done with my meetings. I have a Skype meeting scheduled with another board of directors. They are in Japan, so I still have a few more hours.