‘I may go and get some glasses and surprise Gabe tonight,’ I winked. ‘Right, my paperwork isn’t going to do itself. I’ll come and see you before I go.’ I headed through the club and sure enough was called over to one of the booths to chat to some bankers who came to have regular lunchtime discussions here. I excused myself after a while and quickly strode past the bar, ignoring Doug and headed to my office. I’d been working for about an hour when there was a knock on the door. ‘Come in,’ I called. I looked up and let out a small sigh to see him.
‘What can I do for you, Doug?’
‘Just checking that you’re happy for me to rearrange Gabe’s old office and you need to sort me out access to the safe for while you’re away and the passwords to the employee computer files.’
‘The office is fine, do whatever you like in there, it’s yours and … Lexi’s now. Hasn’t Gabe done the rest with you?’
‘No, he said you’d be doing it with me and I’ve been waiting for you to ask to see me.’
‘Sorry, he didn’t say. I’ll prepare it all and let you know before I finish this evening. Anything else?’
‘No, no, that was all,’ he replied and I put my head down and carried on with my computerised projections. ‘Actually no, it isn’t. I miss you, Mia. We were really good friends and you’ve virtually ignored me for five months.’
‘You’ve not exactly made an effort with me either, Doug,’ I reminded him as I remained focussed on my screen.
‘I knew you were angry with me.’
‘Justifiably so, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I can’t help it that I’m with Sarah, Mia.’
‘You really want to do this?’ I sighed as I looked over at him.
‘Yes.’
‘Fine. This is personal now, nothing to do with business are we clear?’
‘Fine with me,’ he replied closing the door and taking a seat opposite.
‘What you did to Lexi was unacceptable and I’m finding it really hard to get past how you could do that to a friend, to my best friend.’
‘I had an impossible decision to make Mia, don’t make out like it was easy for me. I didn’t want things to happen the way they did.’
‘O sorry, my mistake. You obviously tripped and your dick got stuck in her multiple times.’
‘She started it.’
‘You’re not twelve Doug, you’re a grown bloody man,’ I scowled. ‘Having a … sexual reunion in the heat of the moment I get. You being confused I get. What I don’t get is that you promised Lexi that you were going to be with her, you got her hopes up and then backed out at the last minute. All because you were too much of a coward to end it with Sarah and really give into how you felt.’
‘You make it sound like I’m the bad guy here.’
‘Aren’t you? If what you did was all above board will Sarah be alright if I ask how she handled knowing you’d slept with Lexi in Scotland? And then twice in the storeroom?’ I watched his face go red. ‘So, if you haven’t told her you obviously do feel guilty and good, so you bloody should. You …’
‘I’m not about to ruin my relationship with Sarah over a couple of mistakes,’ he snapped.
‘I hadn’t finished talking, Doug,’ I snapped back with a glare. ‘Your relationship with Sarah is founded on lies. You love Lexi, you’ve always loved Lexi and yes, she hurt you, I know that, I was there. But you know her. She put herself out there for you and risked getting rejected. You know how hard that was for her, you could have said “Hey Lexi, this is a serious decision, please give me some time to think about it” but no, you fuck her, twice, tell her that you love her and that you’re going to leave Sarah to be with her, you get her hopes up and then you … then you … shit I am NOT going to cry.’ I stuck my thumb and index finger on the corners of my eyes and stretched and I took deep breaths.
‘You’re really angry with me,’ he whispered.
‘No fucking shit, Sherlock.’ I bit back. I needed to calm down, I only used the “F” word when I was really angry. ‘Actually I’m not angry, I’m bloody furious Doug. I believed in you, I trusted that you were a good guy, that you knew right from wrong, yet here you are screwing over the two women in your life who love you. Actually make that three, because you’ve ruined my relationship with you as well. Lexi deserved better than that and Sarah deserves better than that. If you don’t love her the way you loved Lexi you shouldn’t be with her. No one should be someone’s second choice.’
‘I fucked up, ok? I know I fucked up. I think about Lexi constantly Mia, but she broke me when she dumped me. I’m not prepared to risk her doing it again.’
‘You know what hurts me the most, Doug? Why I can’t forgive you? You haven’t even bloody apologised to her.’
‘I don’t know how to,’ he sighed and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.
‘I think “Hey Lexi, I was an arsehole and I’m sorry for breaking your heart and making you give up on love” may be a start.’
‘She’s really that upset.’
‘Christ, are you really that bloody clueless?’ I sighed.
‘I just want things to be the way they were, we were all great friends. I mean, what you and Gabe just went through, I wanted to be there for you. I’m so sorry, Mia.’
‘Thanks,’ I whispered as I looked back down at my fingers and toyed with my rings. ‘But much as I’ve missed you Doug, and I have missed you, until you apologise to Lexi and find a way to make things right with her, I can’t be your friend again. The ball’s in your court. Until you two smooth things over, we’re never going to be more than work colleagues. You’ll always be Gabe’s best friend and I truly appreciate all the support you gave him when I lost … when we were having a rough time, but you can’t be my friend again. Not until Lexi says that you’ve cleared the air and that she’s cool with it.’
‘What about Sarah?’
‘What about her?’
‘She knows something’s wrong, we haven’t hung out with you since … she knows something’s wrong.’
‘Sorry Doug, but that’s not my problem, you need to handle that.’
‘Are you going to tell her?’
‘No!’ I looked back up at him hurt. ‘This “problem” is between you, me and Lexi. Whatever problems you have with her, are between the two of you. It’s not my place to tell her.’
‘Thank you.’
‘I’m not keeping quiet for you, Doug. I’m keeping quiet for Sarah, she’s the innocent party in this damn mess. I’m sorry but I have a load of work to do. I’ll sort out the codes and let you have them before I go.’
‘Mia .. I …’ he ran his hand through his overlong floppy hair and just stared at me.
‘I’m not your sounding board anymore, Doug. If you’re struggling with guilt you need to find someone else’s shoulder to cry on. Mine’s already taken by Lexi. I’d like to get back to work please.’ I turned back to my screen and heard him head to the door, then hesitate.
‘I’m really sorry Mia, for everything, and I’m so glad that you’re going to give the IVF another go. It means so much to Gabe.’
‘The IVF?’ I frowned as I looked up at him. ‘What makes you think we’re trying again?’
‘Gabe said you were thinking about it. Aren’t you?’
‘That’s kind of personal Doug, but thanks for your apology, I appreciate it.’
‘Sure,’ he gave me a sad smile and shut the door. I leaned back in my chair. Where the hell had he got the idea that we were trying again? I’d gone back on the pill to stop my periods and escalating condition and we’d been warned, after my ovary removal, that IVF was likely to lead to more cysts and that they couldn’t rule out the same thing happening. I didn’t want to end up having no ovaries at twenty-one, being plunged into early menopause and being on hormone tablets for life. Neither was I prepared to go through the stress of more treatments and to get attached to another pregnancy, only to lose it. Three failed attempts and an ectopic pregnancy was enough. I didn’t
have the strength in me to put myself through it all again. I thought Gabe was clear on the matter, we’d had long discussions about it. Doug must have gotten the wrong end of the stick.
I opened the front door to the sight of him in a pair of three quarter shorts, preparing food at the island. His hair was all messed up in that sexy way I loved and he was bare chested, the rays of the sun coming through the windows bouncing off his muscles as he chewed on a baton of carrot. He looked up and broke into a happy grin to see me standing there.
‘Hey, baby. Wow, sexy outfit.’
‘Thank you, you too.’
‘I’m not really wearing anything.’
‘Hmmm, exactly,’ I smiled. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Preparing a beef stir fry, you’re late.’
‘Sorry, there was more to do than I thought. Can dinner wait?’ I asked as I shut the door and left my briefcase by the door.
‘I guess, why?’ he asked as he continued to chop.
‘I’m feeling a little hot and bothered, Sir.’ I watched as he stopped chopping, his knife hovering mid-air.
‘Why’s that?’
‘I was trying really hard to concentrate on my work, but I kept imagining that time you held me down on my desk and fucked me. It got me all turned on and wet.’
‘Are you wearing knickers?’ he asked as his eyes flickered with heat.
‘Yes. Very wet knickers.’
‘Remove them and bring them to me. Now.’ He snapped the end off another carrot in his teeth as he watched me.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I smiled and quickly hitched up my skirt and shimmied them down. I smoothed my skirt back into place and did a sexy strut over to him, twirling the item in question on the end of my finger. He put the knife down and took them from me and rubbed them between his thumb and forefinger and nodded.
‘You are wet.’
‘What would you like to do about that, Sir?’
‘Lift your skirt up and go and bend over the dining table and wait.’
‘Wait for what?’
‘Me,’ he smirked as started chopping again. I looked at him aghast. I’d just offered sex on a plate and he’d rather chop carrots? ‘Do I need to repeat myself?’
‘No, Sir,’ I replied and quickly went and did as I was told, making sure my backside was facing him.
‘Spread your legs further,’ he ordered and I bit my lip and did as I was told. I was completely exposed to him, in all my sodden, swollen glory. I wanted him before, now I was desperate. I listened to him chopping and dicing and shook my legs impatiently. ‘I owe you ten paddles on that backside and ten on the clit,’ he advised as he continued to torture me by preparing dinner. Shit. I thought he’d forgotten about that threat he’d made when we had facetime sex nearly five months ago.
‘You do?’
‘Yes.’
‘Are you going to?’
‘Yes.’
‘O shit,’ I groaned and felt myself pulsated at the thought of it.
‘You like that idea?’
‘Bottom yes, the rest I’m not sure.’
‘Then we’d better try and see how you feel. Don’t move.’
‘No, Sir,’ I called as I heard him make his way to the bedroom. I was breathing too fast, I was nervous, but also loved trying new things. The lace of my bra was constricting my nipples, they wanted to peak, but the bra and the glass of the dining table was stopping them. I was so wet I was sure I was going to overflow. I heard him return and stand behind me, then his hand run over my bare backside.
‘Do you know how much I love this?’ he whispered, almost in awe.
‘As much as I love your beautiful cock, Sir?’
‘O you’re good,’ he chuckled. I felt the heat of his breath on my flesh and two short chaste kisses before his hand rubbed again. I was beyond excited knowing what was coming. ‘Count them,’ he instructed as he laid two quick sharp slaps with the paddle that covered a large surface area and made me hiss in delight.
‘One, Two, Sir,’ I advised as he quickly stuck a finger inside and stirred around. I groaned as I heard him suck it and then again as another two spanks landed. ‘Three, Four, Sir.’
‘Your little clit is quivering, Mia. You love this, don’t you?’
‘Yes, Sir. Five, Six,’ I squealed and reached over and gripped the other side of the dining table.
‘My cock is so hard for you. Would you like it inside you?’
‘Yes please,’ I sighed. ‘Seven, Eight,’ I yelled as my shoulders arched off the table.
‘I’m so close to coming, watching you getting turn on by this,’ he growled. He thrust two fingers inside me and scissored them and started to thrust. I cried out and started to grind my hips, but he pressed down on my lower back with his other hand, holding me steady. My toes curled and my fingers tightened, my jaw went slack and just as I was on my way to an orgasm he removed his fingers and laid another two firm spanks on me.
‘Nine, Ten. Please don’t stop, I’m so close to coming.’
‘Me too,’ he groaned and laid the paddle next to my face. I heard him moving away and then he reappeared in front of me, the erection tenting his shorts, impressive as ever. He undid his zip and pulled himself out and I automatically licked my lips as I looked at it and he chuckled. He pulled out a chair, sat down and shuffled forward. I looked up at his face with a What the hell are you doing? I need to come, look on mine. He just winked. ‘Look down through the glass, I want you to watch me come.’
‘Noooo,’ I uttered.
‘Now I won’t let you come until after dinner. Do as you’re told.’ He smirked at me and nodded downwards and I clenched my throbbing backside and pussy and looked down to watch his hand moving up and down his thick shaft. I could see a bead of pre-come gathered on his tip and he swept over it with his thumb, then brought his hand from under the table to hover in front of my mouth. I automatically opened and he chuckled and stuck it in his own mouth as I watched aghast. So this was the theme of the night, I thought. He was going to keep teasing me until I begged him. ‘Watch my cock, Mia.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I hissed as I gave him a glare and looked back down. This was utter torture. I didn’t have to watch for long as I saw his thighs tense and then he groaned and caught the streams of white fluid that shot from him. He stood back up and made me lick his hand clean before wiping himself down with a tissue, tucking back in and heading back to the kitchen. ‘Sir?’ I uttered as I heard him wash his hands and start his food preparation again.
‘Yes, Mia?’
‘What now?’
‘You lie there until I tell you otherwise.’
‘But you’re cooking.’
‘Yes.’
‘I’m horny.’
‘I know, very,’ he replied with another chuckle. I sighed and lay there and listened to the sounds in the stir fry pan and Gabe humming. He was driving me insane. He reappeared with two plates of food and ordered me to stand up and lose the skirt and the shirt, then let my hair down. I stood in my heels, hold ups and bra and raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Sit and eat,’ he nodded. ‘In silence.’
I gave him my best I’m seriously pissed off right now face and did as I was told. It was a delicious black bean beef stir fry with carrots, sugar snap peas and baby sweet corn. But my mind was constantly on the unsatisfied longing between my thighs and he knew it. He made me sit on one of the bar stools, with my legs spread and my hands behind my back as he cleared up. Every now and then he would come and kiss me, letting our tongues get wild, then would pull away leaving me giddy and confused. Once he was done, he walked back over and lightly trailed his fingers down my stomach and over my clit. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as I started to pant. He thrust his fingers into me again and I screamed and clenched tightly around him as he leaned forward and ran his tongue up my neck.
‘Gab … Sir, please,’ I begged.
‘How badly do you need to come, Mia?’
‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’
‘Go t
o the bedroom, expose the headboard, take off your bra and lie on your back with legs spread and wait for me.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I beamed and shot off the stool and virtually ran to the bedroom.
‘No touching yourself,’ he called.
‘Damn it,’ I muttered under my breath. I could feel my arousal dampening my thighs. I got ready as he’d asked and banged my feet up and down on the mattress in frustration as I waited. He casually sauntered in and my eyes lit up. He was naked, and hard. He opened the blanket box at the end of the bed and slowly pulled out the bondage rope and leather handcuffs and I nearly passed out with excitement. He straddled my waist as he secured my wrists, his penis bobbing inches from my lips and I just wanted to catch it in my mouth and suck. Before I had a chance he was securing the rope around my feet.
‘Backwards roll, I want those legs spread and feet close to the headboard so I can secure them.’
‘O God,’ I groaned, and quickly did as I was told. My entire privates were opened up for him to see and he lazily cast his eye over them and ran his index finger through my wetness and sucked, slowly. I was dying. Literally dying to have him inside me. The paddle in his hand came into view and I went wide eyed as I looked at him. He slowly lowered it to cover me and slid it up and down, the cool leather making me whimper and suddenly he flicked it, twice in a row really quickly, slapping it down onto my clit and I yelped.
‘Eight more,’ he advised. I lay there slightly stunned. That was painful, but totally arousing. I wriggled my hips. I needed friction, on my clit, now. He slapped twice again, then leaned down and ran his tongue along my length until I quivered when he reached my clit. ‘Damn, you’re wet,’ he sighed and did another two slaps.
‘Gabe,’ I cried as my eyes blurred with the intensity of it.
‘You were doing so well, that’s another two,’ he sighed. Whack, whack, whack. Three in a row. I was burning, burning and on the verge of exploding.
‘Please,’ I sobbed.
‘Please what?
‘I want you, I want you, I … want … you,’ I pleaded and watched his face light up. He plunging his fingers into me again and pumped a few times, removing them when he read the signs that I was about to come. I thrashed my head in frustration and he shoved his fingers in my mouth and made me suck. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I got the remaining three slaps to my tender swollen lips and clit. My whole body was filled with a tension that needed to be released immediately. I felt on the verge of passing out with the desire that had built up inside me. I could just make out his stormy blue eyes watching me, flames burning. He was my mini Dom, he loved teasing me. He positioned himself over me, barely nudging the head of his cock into the first inch of my grasping opening and then suddenly released the rope anchoring my feet to the headboard. As my legs fell, I slid down his shaft at speed, and exploded in the most intense orgasm of my life, my entire body shaking as I screamed and thrashed and soaked him with my climax. He came immediately without even thrusting and released my cuffs and pulled me into his arms as I sobbed with relief.
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