by Harper Eliot
“Violet?” Sam’s voice was gentle and kind.
“Mm?” Her mouth would barely form words as he tickled her spine lightly, his other hand touching her bright red buttocks, pinching the raw skin.
“Did we agree on two?”
Violet opened her eyes and slowly moved to sit up, feeling his grasp loosen and release her. Looking at him, she leaned back, blushing, a little demure as she crossed her legs. “I…I don’t know. They came as a pair.” She watched him carefully.
Sam smiled at her. “I liked it. You looked used, there on the floor. More than usual. More than with one. More than usual.” His voice trailed off, growing quieter as he thought, recalling the image of her, strewn across the floor, between the two men.
“You didn’t mind?” Violet sucked her bottom lip.
“Mind?” Sam turned to face her properly, a small laugh bubbling in his throat. “No, sweetheart, I didn’t mind. You looked beautiful. You know I like it. To find you. To see you like that.” His eyes glinted playfully. “And to punish you for it.”
“Even with two?”
Sam moved towards her, stalking up her body, kissing her stomach and her breast, her collarbone, her chin. “Two, three, four…as many as you like. And then I’ll spank you and take you home.”
Biting her neck, he moved up to take her mouth, pressing his lips against her and kissing her deeply. She let her fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue snaked past her teeth and found hers. She could feel the cotton of his shirt grazing her nipples as he moved above her, his body arched to cover her, his mouth devouring her. She pulled him close, let the rough denim of his jeans press against her wet cunt, still spilling cum as she pushed up into Sam’s arms.
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The city flew past in stark white lights and shuttered windows, and as the taxi turned to drive along the Thames, Violet could see the orange light-pollution of the city on the horizon, moving up through red and purple to show some semblance of darkness high above. She clasped Sam’s hand firmly and he moved closer to her, pulling her against him as he kissed her neck, his tongue teasing that delicate space just behind her ear. Dissuading his tickling touch, she leaned her head against his shoulder and breathed in deeply, smelling the slightly salty sweat on his skin.
Just as her eyes fluttered closed, her body comfortable in the crook of Sam’s arm, she felt his hand creep under her skirt and slowly up her thighs. She murmured something unintelligible, and he hushed her.
“I just want to touch what’s mine, and feel it pool in my palm.”
“What day is it tomorrow?” Her voice was no more than a murmur as she stretched her eyelids and glanced at the digital clock on the taxi’s dashboard. 02.40.
“Sunday.” He cupped his hand against her cunt.
She smiled into his jacket and fell asleep, feeling the warm pulse of his breathing in her hair.
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