He knelt, latching his mouth onto me, moving the ball in and out of my opening. I hissed as it stretched me open. Every time I tensed, he stopped, taking the pleasure away. I opened up, it felt incredible, pressing against my g-spot. Eventually, he removed it entirely and threw it away, letting it clatter on the floor. He leaned over me and in one smooth motion, he filled my core, my aching flesh welcoming him in. The only part of me he had neglected so far. He kissed me, making love to my mouth, to my body. Then he pressed himself to my back entrance. I tensed.
“Safeword.”
“Harrington.”
“Good girl.” He applied more pressure. “Push. Let me in.”
I cried out as I stretched. “Alfie?—”
“It’s alright.” He leaned over me, cupping my face, stroking my hair. “I have you and I won’t hurt you. You can stop me any time.” The safeword. I had the safeword if I wanted it to stop. But I didn’t. I was overwhelmed but I didn’t want it to stop.
He pulled back, nursing my entrance with the head of his cock, opening me up. It felt so strange, so alien. I couldn’t tell if I liked it. But he did. Fuck, he loved it. His eyes were hooded, lost in lust. I trusted him. He pressed in again and this time he didn’t have to tell me to push back. As I did my body just opened up and he began to slide in. I couldn’t help it. I panicked.
“Shhh. Don’t fight me.” He pulled back when it hurt, inching his way in again until finally he was fully seated. He stood, held the rope binding my breasts and began to move.
All the way out and all the way in, punishingly slow. I thought I might cry. Everything ached, every part of me cried out for release and relief. All I could do was watch him, connect with him deeply and watch him fuck me. He was hypnotic, his touch, his gaze.
I cursed him when he slipped fingers inside me, working my core until I gushed over him. I’d never done that with him inside me before and it made my teeth clench. He fucked me through it as I sprayed, never letting me go. I shook, trembled, I swore at him. And he loved me, he held me.
Finally, he came, filling me in a way that felt so alien. He kissed me. He cleaned me and then he started again.
He hadn’t lied when he’d said he wouldn’t be done with me until dawn.
Twenty
Istretched out in the sheets like a cat in the sun. My body felt worn out in the best way. My bottom was sore and I blushed at the memory of what I’d let Alfie do to me the night before.
This whole thing was supposed to be an exercise in trust. I felt impatient to get to the finish line. I loved him completely but leaps of faith were hard to take. It made sense that Alfie would have me take lots of little leaps first and bind them up in toe-curling pleasure to take the bitterness away.
I smiled as the door opened and the man responsible for my sore bottom entered the room in only a towel. “Hey you.”
“Hey yourself.” The mattress sunk as he sat next to me. His skin shining with sweat, cheeks flushed. I could have him all over again. “How’re you feeling?”
“I’m…processing.”
“Are you in pain?” He pulled back the sheets, studying my breasts, checking for marks from the rope and clamps.
“Some. I’m sore.”
“But you’d do it again.” It wasn’t a question.
I bit back a smile. “Does it always have to be at the club?”
“No. The club is just so you can have some distance from your real life to process what we’re doing. Besides, everything isset up there. I doubt you’d want Ada picking up butt plugs off the floor.”
I groaned and threw the duvet over my face. He laughed.
“Don’t be embarrassed. You were amazing.”
“Youwere amazing,” I told him. “You were really in your element. You enjoy it so much, don’t you? Control, power.”
“It used to just be that but now it’s different with you. Deeper.” He leaned over me and I met his kiss. It was gentle, the way you were supposed to kiss on a Sunday morning.
The sound of my phone ringing interrupted our kiss. Then his phone rang too, interrupting mine. We both groaned as we reached for our devices.
“It’s my mother.” He sounded grim. I checked my own.
“It’s Natalie.” We gave each other a ‘here we go’ look and answered our calls. He went into the bathroom, greeting his mother with all formality, and shut the door behind him.
