by J. J. Hayle
“Like what?”
“I don’t know really,” she said. “I suppose I want the night at the inn. You said we would get to know each other, and we had a meal and drinks and spent the night together. I woke up in your arms the next morning, and we had breakfast. I want that. Being asked to leave—even after a cuddle—and being treated the rest of the time as though there is nothing between us feels too much like it did before for me. I don’t like it.”
He didn’t respond but continued to lead her around the dance floor.
Layla continued, “I know you’re frightened that I might trap you into something if we have a relationship, but I cannot just give part of myself anymore. It has to be all or nothing, even if that means losing what we had.”
“What is all?” he asked. “Marriage and kids and all that?”
“Well, maybe one day. For now, I just want an ordinary relationship. I want you to be my boyfriend, and I want to be your girlfriend. I want us to do stuff together and wake up together. One day, if it is what we both want, then things could be more serious.”
“I’m never going to want things to be more serious.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “Relationships don’t have to last forever. It could last for as long as we enjoy each other’s company. When it is no longer enough, and you don’t want more, then it could end.”
“What is the point of that?” he asked curiously. “Why would you want to waste your time?”
“Because I want to enjoy my life, and I enjoy being with you. One day I might need to be with someone else, but for the moment, I want you. Lots of people go into a relationship thinking it is going to last forever, and then it doesn’t. Maybe I have more realistic expectations. I know a relationship with you won’t last forever.”
“This seems odd,” he said. “Don’t you have to worry about pinning someone down before your biological clock runs out?”
She laughed. “Not for a good few years yet,” she said.
He sighed and brought his cheek down to her hair. He continued to turn her around the dance floor, and it was a few minutes before he spoke again. “I’ll clear some space in my wardrobe,” he said, “and you can have a toothbrush at my house. You can’t stay more than two nights a week, though. I like my own space, and I want to be on my own most of the time. I don’t want to exchange constant texts and phone calls on the nights when we’re apart either.”
“Okay.” She smiled.
“Don’t expect me to tell you everything about me or confide in you and all that stuff,” he grumbled.
She smiled again.
“And you don’t need to meet my family, and I don’t need to meet yours.”
“This is the least romantic relationship offer I have ever received.” She laughed out loud.
“I don’t do romance,” he snapped. “No valentines, no anniversaries, no—”
“Why don’t we just see how it goes.” Layla grinned. “You needn’t be so worried.”
“I’m not worried.” He scowled.
She smiled at him and raised herself onto her toes to kiss him lightly on the lips. He frowned at her but held her tighter in his arms.
Larson took Layla back to his house, which he still had not got around to redecorating. He never entertained at his house and did not see the point. He led her to his bedroom. She had rarely spent time in his bedroom. Most of the nights they spent together had involved her being restrained in his attic, where he beat her before fucking her, though there had been the odd occasion when he just wanted sex, and he would take her to his bed.
Larson kissed her hungrily and pulled at her dress. “Take it off,” he ordered her. She obeyed him and unzipped the dress, removed the shoulder straps and allowed it to fall to the floor. Larson seized her body and pushed her hard onto the bed. He pinned her wrists as he kissed her. She gasped breathlessly. Even when he just wanted sex, he was always rough with her. He was never gentle, he never made love, and he was always in charge. He never let her on top and rarely let her decide what would happen.
She smiled as she felt his strong, powerful muscles hold her right where he wanted her. She loved to be here. She loved to relinquish control to him. She loved to be under his command and at his mercy. She loved to wait for him to decide whether he would pleasure her or punish her or both.
Larson didn’t punish her, and he missed out foreplay. Instead, he ripped off her thong and took her. She gasped as he entered her tight pussy, but she allowed him to take her. She felt exhilarated by her man using her and spread her legs wide as he pounded aggressively between her thighs.
He didn’t allow her to orgasm before he came, but he wasn’t finished with her. He liked her to know that his pleasure came first. He took a few moments to recover before removing some soft, leather cuffs from his bedside drawer. He restrained her wrists to the bed posts and removed two lengths of soft rope from the drawer. He tied them around each of her thighs and then the side of the bed. He liked to keep her knees up and her legs open. She had once earned herself a whipping by closing her legs when he had ordered her to keep them open, and now he always restrained her until she learned to obey him. Eventually he wanted her to remain in position at his command whatever he did to her.
Next, he removed the wand. Layla both loved and loathed this toy. Its power and intensity were incredible, but it often overwhelmed her. Larson grinned at her and then placed a gag in her mouth. He plugged in the power-operated vibrator and set a clitoral stimulator attachment on the end. He rubbed his fingers between her legs to wet her clit with her pussy juices.
He switched on the toy and let it buzz against her clit. She moaned as the toy pleasured her. He rubbed it gently against her at first but slowly began to do it harder. He increased the speed and intensity of the toy as it buzzed wildly at her. She moaned through the gag and pulled against the ropes as she tried in vain to squeeze her legs together.
The intensity increased, and Layla pulled frantically against the restraints. Her pleas for him to stop were lost in the gag. Her toes curled, and she arched her back and neck painfully as her orgasm exploded through her body. She gasped as he continued. She desperately wanted him to stop. Her lower legs were free, and she tried to kick him. Larson repositioned his body between her legs so her kicks fell uselessly upon his buttocks.
He would force her to orgasm at least once more. She hated this, and she loved it. She could not tolerate the intensity without being restrained. She would push him away or close her legs or get away from him, but when he pushed her, she experienced the most powerful orgasm she could imagine.
She twisted against the restraints as she approached her next orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her head throbbed as her orgasm ripped through her body. He didn’t stop and tortured her to a third orgasm. When he continued, she thrashed her body and shook her head wildly.
He smiled at her, eyes smouldering, and stopped, lowering himself over her and removing her gag with his teeth. “Are you sure?” He purred, rubbing his hand between her legs.
Relieved and satisfied, she smiled at him as her head lolled back towards the ceiling. “You know I hate it.”
“Liar.” He grinned.
She giggled and raised her head to kiss him. He returned her kiss and entered her once more. Still restrained, Larson fucked her hard and kissed her, licked her ears and her neck, while he told her what a filthy girl she was. It thrilled her when he spoke nastily to her. He allowed her to come with him this time, and Layla enjoyed a less intensive and more tolerable orgasm.
Exhausted, Larson collapsed on top of Layla. He held her while she was in restraints for a few minutes before releasing her. Normally, this would be the point in the evening where he would offer to call her a car. Instead, to her delight, he invited her underneath his quilt and held her in his arms as they both fell asleep.
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