Fractures

by M R Field

  “Careful, or your interest rates will be through the roof,” I grit through my teeth.

  “Told you I could get you to lift that apron.” She wiggles in her seat in a happy dance. “I win!”

  Well, at least there’s that smile I’ve been looking for.

  “For now, my little firecracker. We still have four weeks to go, and we know that payback is going to be awesome. Time is going to fly.”

  “You found him when you were twelve, but if you’ve changed your mind since, the new bloke better be a decent guy.”

  Love, Mum

  TRINITY

  Recently, I’ve discovered that I have been right about two things. One—my mum did in fact believe that Theo and I belonged together. She saw a stillness, a connection that we didn’t see while we were caught within it. Even Theo was oblivious. She thought we were tethered together, and she made it pretty clear that she was thrilled about it. The fondness she felt for him was obviously mutual, with her name tattooed on his back.

  The second thing I’ve discovered is that four weeks is a seriously fucking long time. It hasn’t flown past at all. Nope, it has strolled, like the cocky fucker it is. As much as at first I ached from the surgery, once my body felt less like a pincushion, I got my mojo back. With brutal force. Theo, however, has been fine. He’s travelled along, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. No longing looks, no hugs leading to sex—nothing. When my doctor gave me the all clear, Theo decided he wanted to wait a little longer, just in case.

  I continue having showers with him and have resorted to shamelessly pulling all the awkward sexy poses I know, including bending down, once my stomach could handle it. Rubbing soap up and down my legs, I’ve lathered my skin while looking over my shoulder at him, scrubbing between my toes. I don’t think my feet have received so much special treatment—ever. Washing my hair has become a performance, too, as I push my chest out while I shampoo, my little hands moving in big circles to really try and get some type of jiggle going. But nothing. He probably thinks I just liked the smell of soap. There’s no way I could act in a daytime TV soap opera. Even the old biddies would think I was doing a crappy job.

  If he doesn’t hop back on it soon, I am going to break out the vibrator and use it in front of him. My blue bean is about to send out an S.O.S. of the orgasm variety. So, if I’m going to beat it … he’s going to join me. I just need to devise a plan. A plan of mass seduction. If it doesn’t work, then all our dilemma could possibly be is that he’s suddenly broken his penis and has been too ashamed to tell me.

  Theo is my rush. My thrill. If something doesn’t happen soon, I am going to jump out of a plane.

  I grab my phone and called Trice, eager to brainstorm.

  “He-y scee-ds—” her muffled voice answers as I hear an incessant buzzing in my ear.

  “What is that noise? Is that your vibrator?” I hold the phone from my face for a moment, and cringe. Everyone is fucking doing it, even while answering the phone.

  “H-g on.” A gush of water sounds with something being tapped against it. “I was just brushing my teeth. Not using my vibrator, you idiot.”

  “Sorry, I heard the buzzing …”

  “Why the fuck would I stick it in my mouth?” She laughs. “You alright over there?”

  “I have vibrator on the brain. Can’t seem to get Theo to have sex with me. We have been given the ‘all clear’ and everything.”

  “Oh honey, that would be a killer. He’s probably worried he’ll hurt you or something.”

  “I wouldn’t mind if he did, I’m that bent up,” I whine. I’m two steps away from asking the builders at his father’s construction site to make me a Saint Andrew’s Cross. I could make the padding. Easily. I could fit it in my spare room. Absolutely.

  “Maybe he needs to see that you’re okay,” she suggests., “Walk around naked or something.”

  “Done. I went to get clothes from the laundry and it did nothing.”

  “Shower touching?”

  “Nope. Didn’t work.”

  “Did you get a fresh wax?”

  “Yesterday, and he didn’t pay attention to it.” I sigh.

  “Fuck. Alex would’ve jumped me the second my top was off … He’s a hard customer. You busy today to keep you distracted at least?”

  “Not really, no appointments, but tomorrow is pretty full. Thursdays are usually quiet. I might get some customers in the afternoon, but it’s slow in the mornings.”

  “So you’re bored and horny?” she teases. “Your poor bean.”

  “Shut up biatch. If you were in this position, you’d be clawing the walls.”

  “Absolutely. I’d tear those bitches down, too.” She laughs.

  “Ugh,” I groan, my skin feeling tight. “I think I’m losing my touch or something.”

  “Oh, hell no. He looks at you like you’re his whole world. You just need to up your game as he’s protecting you. Maybe go out and get something cute to wear and some killer heels … Take charge.”

  “That’s it!” I squeal. “You’ve just given me the best idea.”

  “What are you going to do?” Her voice pitches, and there’s a pause at her end.

  “Take charge.” I look around the warehouse, and my enthusiasm deflates. “Damn it. I can’t leave.” My mouth twitches as I shift the phone against my cheek. “Trice …”

  “I’ll be there in twenty,” she says. “I did a pretty good job while you had time off, so I think I can handle an hour or two break.”

  “An hour, tops.”

  “I’ll chuck a nicer tunic on and come over.”

  “Thanks so much, honey—”

  “Please,” she cuts me off. “We all know what you’re like minus your fun times. I’m doing this to preserve humanity.”

  “I’m giving you the finger through the phone,” I growl. “He won’t know what hit him.”

  “Go get ’em, tiger. But you can’t, until I get there!” She laughs.

  “Oh I will,” I purr. “Later babe.”

  We hang up, and I scan the area for any little things I need to do. I have a few more dresses to steam, but I can do that later. I send a quick text to Theo to say that dinner will be here tonight, and he replies, “Great, see you then. Love you.”

  My heart warms every time he tells me that, as I feel it unequivocally. Excitement builds low in my belly as I roll forward on my toes and back to my heels, doing a quick search on my phone for the store I want. Satisfied when I’ve found it, I grab my keys and bag and wait for Trice to come.

  Later that night, my plan begins to take shape. The mist rises as I rub the lotion into my legs, lathering it up and down, caressing my soft skin. I continue to massage the lotion evenly, taking the time to cover every inch of my skin and leaving my body warm and relaxed. I spritz some perfume on the pulse of my neck and my wrists, and I turn my long hair into a twist at the top of my head to keep it out of my way.

  I leave the warmth of the bathroom in a fluffy blue robe, keeping my skin warm as my slippers shuffle along the floor. I bend down and begin to flick on the battery-operated tea candles that I picked up today, and I begin to illuminate the landing leading to my bedroom, while the rest of the warehouse is plunged in darkness. As I reach my bedroom, I turn on soft music and begin to fold down the comforter on my bed, rubbing my hands along the sheet, feeling its softness. I neatly fold it at the bottom of the mattress.

  Disrobing, I place my gown on the chair by the window and grab the black piece of satin that I sewed before and tie it to the bedframe’s right bolster. Moving to the other side, I tie the other piece of fabric, and then decide to start the party on my own.

  Opening my top drawer, I smile at my selection and marvel at a few new purchases that I picked up for future sessions. Tonight is going to run a bit differently, though, with a slice of mischief as well.

  I retrieve my new cards and a few other things, place them on the bedside table, and then pull my beloved and under-loved Lelo, which I’d charged
earlier, from my drawer.

  I turn to my bed and move to the centre, adjusting the pillows to sit comfortably behind my neck. Lying down, I turn the button on, adjust the settings to a gentle hum, and rub it up and down my chest, slowly running around the curve of my breasts. Closing my eyes, my toes begin to curl as the tip traces my nipple and I trail the other with my finger. Running my free hand up and down my chest, I slowly massage my skin, feeling its softness. The peaks of my nipples respond.

  I continue to rub down my stomach as my other hand follows, sending soft pulsations to my abdomen. My fingers walk across my skin and down to the apex of my thighs, but they don’t touch. Instead, they begin to rub circles across the skin of my thighs, my legs parting as my back arches in response. As one hand massages, the other flicks the switch to increase the vibration speed, circling it across my skin and weaving a tapestry of patterns, as my pulse begins to quicken in need.

  One hand squeezes my right thigh as the other teases along the edge of my inner left thigh, getting closer to my vagina. I reach across and grab my lube, uncap it, and squeeze a small amount into my hand. I flick the lid closed and move my hand back down my body, opening and closing it to coat my fingertips in the cold, creamy texture.

  Tracing the edges of my vagina in the lube, I run my finger around my needy folds while my other hand moves up my body, tracing the tips of my breasts as the gentle tremors send goosebumps down my skin. My finger circles around my clit, pressing down slightly, and my mouth opens, my feet shifting as one knee moves out to welcome my hand.

  I lower the vibrator to my core and adjust the pulsations to move in a beating thrum. Each throb, a tap against my clit, tightens my insides with need. I gasp for more. My Lelo turns and traces the edges of my folds as my other hand rubs my clit in slow circles, pressing with every turn, my breathing deepening as I point my toy to my entrance and push it in slowly. The vivacious rhythm beats against my walls as I press in and draw it out, my knees bending as my back arches.

  My tongue runs along the bottom of my lip as I press hard on my clit and plunge my Lelo deeply, my shoulders curving off the bed as I begin to move it in and out, my intake of breath intensifying while my finger flicks my clit back and forth. The movements of both my hands increase, the need so raw that my body hungers to chase it down. I can feel it approaching. I want it.

  But my mind is telling me to slow, to wait. I pace my movements and bite my lip in frustration as I remove my Lelo and flatten my fingers across my core, keeping the orgasm from erupting.

  “Why did you stop?” Theo’s voice breaks through my thoughts, and I open my eyes to find him seated on a chair at the end of the bed, watching me.

  “I didn’t hear you come in,” I pant.

  “I know. But don’t let me stop you.”

  “I only meant to play a little, but I got carried away.” My voice wavers as my breathing begins to slow.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demands.

  “You.”

  He bends his head forward, his mouth tightening, as a hard look appears across his face. “Are you sure you’re ready to—”

  I narrow my eyes and hold my Lelo in the air while staring at him. I flick it to the most intense setting and say, “It’s either you or him.” I flick the vibrator along my hand to rotate, pointing down. “Strip or watch,” I demand.

  His eyes darken as he stands, staring at me.

  “I’ll just …” I move my hand back to my body, “… keep doing what I’m doing, while you make up your mind.”

  My other hand glides to my clit as I lower my Lelo to my core, watching his hungry eyes follow my fingers. He tears at the collar of his shirt, pulling his tie off and tossing it on the ground, untucking his shirt from his trousers. He unbuttons his cuffs as I trace my folds, biting my lip, watching him loosen a few top buttons before his hand reaches behind him to pull his shirt off quickly.

  “Eager, are we?” I tease, as I dip inside my body, loving the look of need on his face. He frantically kicks his shoes off while his eager hands unfasten his belt and tear off his pants. He kneels on the bed, and I continue to tease myself, my lip pressed between my teeth as I’m so fucking turned on.

  “Bedside table,” I pant. “Pick a card.”

  His hand grabs his cock, and he stares at me for a beat before he moves to grab the position cards. He reads the title for a moment and chuckles before pulling the lid off the box and tossing it on the ground. Reaching in, he nabs a card from the deck and smiles. “Lock and load,” he says, and flips the card over to show me the picture. “You can stay right there.”

  “Lock that cock, baby,” I tease. “I want you to lock that cock.”

  “I’m about to.” He tosses the deck on the floor and shifts between my legs. Shuffling to my core, he moves my hand and takes hold of the vibrator. “But I just want to play for a bit.”

  His mouth moves to my entrance and he licks up and down my folds while tracing my clit with my Lelo. Holy shit. I squirm under his touch as his tongue plunges inside of me, tasting me, ravishing me.

  “I’m close,” I pant. “So, so close.”

  He gives me a final long lick before he shifts to grab my legs and push them upwards, my hands resting at my sides until his thighs reach mine. My ankles rest on either side of his neck, while my knees are bent. He looks down at our bodies to guide his cock inside. His strong arms lean on the bed on either side of my face as he supports his weight and begins to thrust slowly, his cock plunging deeply, every sensation felt and intensified. I grip the back of his thighs to bring him in even farther. I want all of him. Every single inch. I want it as deep as he can go.

  “Fill me,” I moan, my lips panting as the thrusts quicken. “I want to feel you drip down my thighs.”

  He leans forward, penetrating me farther, and I smile, watching his face tighten, knowing that he’s close as his cock continues to fuck me senseless.

  “I’m going to come,” he pants as I feel his balls slap against my arse, my core tightening, as I’m close too.

  “I need you,” I say, the heat surging through my pussy as my orgasm rises and pulsates through my body, my back arching as I scream into the room. His movements are jerky as he comes, his thrusts continuing to send shockwaves through my clit as he shouts with each thrust.

  My legs lower down his sides as I feel him pulsate inside me, his face moving closer to mine to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as his hips push into me more, and we both relish in the afterglow.

  Theo strokes the side of my face and smiles, his kisses moving around my cheeks as he sits up to stare at me. “I love you,” he whispers, smiling down at me.

  My heart explodes with emotion as I rub his chest. “I love you, too.”

  We kiss some more before I lift my leg to shift him over, rolling him onto his back, breaking our connection. I kiss him quickly before moving off him. “Stay there, I just need to clean myself up.”

  He smiles and grabs a tissue from the bedside table, and I rush out to the bathroom, squeezing my legs together. I’m not so keen on having it drip down anymore.

  I clean up quickly and redo my tangled hair, letting it hang loosely down my back before I begin the next part of my plan. Behind the door, I grab the garment that I prepared earlier and begin to dress, rolling on my thigh-high tights and unzipping my outfit, while keeping an ear out for any movement.

  Looking into the mirror, I apply my deep red lipstick and fasten the lace mask over my eyes. This is going to be epic. I grab the rest of my outfit and shoes to hold in my hand as I open the door and check to see if he’s out. When the coast is clear, I quickly run on my tippy-toes to the kitchen to grab my last item and a spoon. Slipping on my new and very high stilettos, I walk to my room and march straight in. Theo sits in bed with the covers over his waist, and his head jerks towards the door when he sees me walk in.

  “Holy fuck.” His voice breaks as he swallows deeply. He straightens in bed, his fingers clutc
hing the sheet as his eyes roam freely over my body. “You look unbelievable, Trin. What’s going on?” He smiles, looking at what I am holding in each hand.

  “Thank you. I wasn’t finished with you.” I walk closer to the bedside table to place the contents down slowly before walking around to the other side of the bed. He watches me for a moment as my hand lifts to gesture for his hand. He moves it into mine, tilting his head to stare closer at the satin he noticed in my other hand. “For tonight …” my voice hardens, commanding him, “you will call me Mistress.”

  I loop the material around one of his wrists and begin to fasten it, grateful for the time I spent researching knots on the Internet today. I walk around to the other side and tie his other hand, before grabbing my first prop from the table and asking, “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He smirks, his eyes darkening as I flick the whip in my hand and smile. Dressed in a black corset, thigh-high tights, and crotchless underwear, I wanted to have some fun while keeping him under control for once.

  “If you’re a good boy …” My voice lowers slightly, seduction deliberately hovering in my undertone. I flick my eyes over to the other prop, the jar of Nutella. I continue, “… you might even get a Nutella blow job.”

  “Whatever you say, Mistress.” He squirms under the binds. The covers lift as now he’s thickening underneath.

  “Right.” I flick the whip in my hand. “Let’s see how much of a good boy you’ve been today, shall we?”

  I run the tip of the whip up his leg and smile at the way he trembles under my touch. Oh, this is going to be so good.

  The panel shows Mila and Adam in an embrace, her shoulder on his, her smile beaming. “I’ve always seen you.”

  TTE

  THEO

  Holding a couple of beers and a scotch and coke between my hands, I leave a tip on the bar. Lifting my chin to Robbie before weaving through the crowd, I make my way over to the booth where the rest of the gang are situated. Alex, Ty, Aidan, Trin, and I are here to see Trice and Hazel, alongside their band, performing tonight at the Emerald Vixen. After being absent for more than eight months, they are finally making a comeback. The repairs were done a few months back, and I haven’t been back since I inspected the finished product. Robbie’s parents have driven down to babysit Gian, so he can be here for support. Now, with a lively crowd, a full house of staff, and entertainment, the Emerald Vixen has been beautifully restored. I’m happy to see that Robbie is being his normal self, back in the bar.