The second I left the room, my phone pinged:
That outfit. Your place. Tomorrow. 6p.m.
No:
If you’re free?
Will you be home?
Do you want to?
Just command after command. Ax, all over. And I’m so here for it.
No sooner had I opened the door than he had me up against this counter, kissing me hard. Claiming. Punishing. Making my head spin.
I got as far as yanking off his tee before he spun me around and drove into me.
He grips my arse now, rough enough to bruise.
‘You had me so fucking tongue-tied, Theo thought I needed a bloody intervention.’
Oh my God. That is too funny. And I make the mistake of laughing; I can’t help it.
‘You think that’s funny?’
He spanks one round cheek, and I cry out – pleasure-pain, a thrill through my veins.
‘You think it’s funny you got him so worried, he cracked open the good stuff and wouldn’t let me leave until I confessedeverything?’ he demands, pounding into me. ‘Only I can’t confess everything, can I?’
‘No! No, you can’t!’
He spanks me again and I shudder.
‘You swan off, scot-free, swaying these hips as you go, driving me insane, and I’m left with the third degree.’
I moan as he drives into me harder, hitting my sweet spot deep inside.
‘Newsflash, Tay.’ He leans over me, mouth rasping at my ear. ‘I don’t like lying to my best mate.’
I know he doesn’t, but?—
‘So what do you say to me, Baby Girl?’
‘Fuck me harder.’
He inhales sharply as he straightens, spanking one cheek, then the other.
‘Try again.’
‘Fuck me harder,’ I gasp, ‘please.’
‘You’re so fucking wrong.’
I know he wants me to say I’m sorry, but the fun is in the game. He’s loving this as much as I am. Two months of this and I’ve learned every one of his tells, in bed and out of it. I know exactly how to push him, how to get what I need.
He spreads my arse, his thumb stroking between my cheeks and making me quiver.
‘Bad girls don’t get what they need…’
