She knows how. I’ve watched this before with Ben next to me, his hand on my cock as she rapidly fingers her pussy, her other hand on her clit and she ejaculates, like she does now, still watching me, her moan loud and clear and neither of us give a fuck anymore who hears, if anyone does.
Blair lies there, her breath heavy and for a moment we wait because it could end here. I could get into bed with her and curl behind her, my impatient cock ignored because there would be another time.
There had to be.
But she sits up, still breathless, her tits heaving and her nipples hard.
“Fuck me.”
“What’s the magic word?”
She smiles, but it isn’t the smile of an angel or a princess, unless it’s one who serves in a dungeon.
She licks her lips, slowly, and stares at the bulge in my pants.
“Sir.”
It isn’t a role I play. Blair is nobody’s sub, just like I’m no one’s master. This is a play, a safe space where she can be what she needs and that, we both know, isn’t a sub.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?”
She sits up a little more; spreads her legs, a little more.
“Always. I only ever ask for what I want, Isaac.”
My name is sugar from her lips.
She watches as I undo my tie, hanging it over a chair, then undo the buttons from my shirt, each one a neat task fulfilled. I loosen my cuffs and put the cufflinks on the top of the chest of drawers, then hang the shirt with the tie.
I feel her gaze on my skin, burning into my chest and my heart. I saw her looking at Ben like this, and now I have her sole focus and it’s hard. Everything is.
My lungs tighten and I want to tell her that he’s alive, that there’s the chance he’ll come home, but if I do, she’ll want him back too soon and I have to protect him from making that mistake. Not now. Not until we know who it is that’s fed the information about Blair through.
Because it’s someone close.
I focus on her. Every curve. Every inch of skin. Every anticipatory flinch.
“Please.”
It’s one word. The flip of the switch.
My trousers and underwear are lost to the floor and I cage her in with my limbs, loitering over her with intent.
She doesn’t try to hold me. I catch her arms and hold them down, force her legs even wider with my knees.
Her hips buck – it’s the only part of her that she can move apart from her head until I kiss her, forcing that still with my mouth.
“You know how to get me to stop.”
“Yes.”
It’s all I need before I push into her in one hard, thick thrust and she groans loudly.
“Imagine me doing this to you in front of everyone. Imagine them all watching now.” My words are hard and almost lost to the pace I set, hammering into her, feeling her tighten and pull at my cock.
“You wouldn’t fuck me in front of them.” She refers like I do, to the voyeurs in the clubs we’ve both been in. “Just Ben.”
His name silences me. I grab both her wrists with one hand and take the other to her throat, holding her still but gently. Her look is defiant, both eyes fixed on mine, her legs now wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my arse and pulling me in deeper, her hips risen to take more.
