‘Tell me what do you want, darling,’ he whispers, threading his hands under the gossamer fabric, teasing and taunting me with deft flicks. ‘Shall I fuck you while your work friends talk shop outside? Fuck you so hard that you’ll limp from this bathroom, letting everyone know what we’ve done?’
‘Yes,’ I moan as his knuckle works its way inside, this thumb following to circle my clit. My nreath hitches as my legs begin to shake. ‘Fuck me, Dan. Hard.’
‘Then you have to say please. Nice manners are, after all, everything.’
I close my eyes to hide my reaction, hating myself just a little, even as I open my mouth.
‘Please, Dan. Do it now,’ I pant. ‘Do me now.’
He smiles sinfully, his free hand finding the hem of my dress and almost tearing it from my thighs to my waist. His belt clashes with the marble as he loosens it, slipping my panties aside. I’m so wet, one thrust and he glides inside. Once, twice, moaning and gasping, our mouths meet only on the up-thrust.
‘You can’t leave me,’ he mutters into my neck. ‘Can’t leave me.’ His hands suddenly find my knees, lifting them further to the side as he slams slickly into me again and again.
‘Then stay away from that slut,’ I whisper almost breathlessly, limbs loosened with pleasure, the dig of his hips rubbing my clit with every thrust.
‘I’ve all I need right here,’ he growls, pushing his hands under my ass to lift me and push me up against the mirrored wall. One hand flat, he pins me roughly, his hips working like pistons as he ploughs his possession inside. The mirror shakes, a silver-coloured tissue box hitting the floor, and all the while, my cries became louder until he slips his hand to our joined wetness, coating his thumb before pushing it inside my mouth.
‘Show me how much you want me on your tongue. Show me what you’ll do for me when we get home.’
The images rise like a wisp of breath: on my knees and naked while Dan sits almost fully clothed, legs splayed wide. The wave begins in my stomach, my climax clawing at my insides. I come hard, pushed over the edge, sucking his thumb and writhing, finally biting it at the end as he breaks himself.
Sated and lifeless, Dan leans against me, his breathing regulating as he speaks.
‘I’m having second thoughts about the blow job. I’d prefer you not to bite off the end of my knob, if you don’t mind.’
He holds up his thumb between us, my teeth marks a vivid red. As I laugh, Dan twitches reflexively, slipping out from my body with a groan.
‘I-I love you, Dan. You do know that, don’t you?’
He halts from zipping his fly, raising his head and flashing a small smile. ‘Not your usual romantic surroundings for declarations. But then, that’s what I love about you.’
‘What?’ I try not to allow my smile to falter. Try, anyway.
‘There’s nothing typical about you.’ In an instant, I’m forced against him again. ‘I love you, Louise. You are exquisite, and this is fucking real.’
Our eyes meet and for the briefest of moments, something recognisable shared. Something that isn’t just about sex or dominance, misunderstandings or hurt. It’s like meeting one half of the other. It’s finding your safe place.
I should’ve known it wouldn’t last.
Chapter Thirty
DAN
‘As I live and breathe.’ We both turn to the somewhat derisive catcall. ‘Who’d have thought it? The Master himself.’
Louise murmurs that she can place the man’s face but not his name. They’d apparently sat in on some of the same meetings, but he wasn’t someone she’s completely familiar with. I listen as she speaks, watching the man make his way over. What I don’t say is that I know him. Unfortunately.
‘Scott.’ I address the man with my customary blank mask.
‘Master,’ he replies, even offering an unsteady half-bow.The prick. He’s drunk, and therefore, dangerous. And out of order as he begins to leer at Louise. ‘You look a bit flushed, love.’
Beside me, her face burns red, her posture stiffening, as though our bathroom activities are obvious to all. Rather, I expect they’re only obvious to him. By way of my past.
‘Scott,’ I repeat, this time in a restrained growl. ‘I haven’t seen you for a while.’ I fuel the words with all the authority I can muster. Unfortunately, the soak is too drunk to care.
‘No? Well, that would be on the account of being kicked out of your club, mate.’
My posture is ramrod straight as another of my mistakes prepares to take a chunk out of my arse. ‘Darling,’ I say, turning to Louise. ‘Would you get me a glass of champagne?’ She doesn’t move, the pieces of this puzzle not fitting yet for her yet. If I can’t get her to leave, it won’t be long before this ridiculoustête-à-têtehurts.
