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  “Wait.” I wrestled with the dress, and he yanked it, pulling me off the side, and we fell onto the bed. I couldn’t stop laughing.

  When he got it off me with my hair sprawled, I looked at him. “I’m so graceful and seductive.”

  “That was the sexiest thing I ever saw.” He grinned and smoothed my hair. His grin faded, and my laughter died.

  “I missed us.”

  “So much, I hate what I did.” He scowled.

  “Toby, let me be wicked with you.”

  “I don’t deserve it.” He played with my bra strap.

  “I never said I wanted to be nice.”

  He smirked. “I didn’t say I wanted nice.”

  “I... I never explored sex, I’m not afraid of it, but I’ve several years of pent-up want that I need to unleash, and I want it to be with you.”

  His mouth moved.

  “What?”

  He moved away from me and rubbed his face. “I’ve kept this to myself. I’m not sure what to do with it.”

  “I do. If you want.”

  “You can do whatever you want to me.”

  “That’s a brave statement. What are your limits?”

  He scowled and cleared his throat. “Okay well. No-one else.”

  “Fine.”

  He nodded.

  “Body fluids?”

  “Cum is fine.”

  “Pain?”

  “Okay.”

  “Chastity cage?”

  “Fucking hell. Um, no.”

  “I thought you were adventurous.”

  “I am.” He ran his hands up my sides. “What about you?”

  I squealed and giggled. He kissed my hip.

  “I want to top you out and be topped. Hurt you. Hurt me.”

  “So, you’re like me?” He turned me over, running his hands down my back.

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Perfect,” he murmured against my skin before sinking his teeth into the back of my thigh.

  I moaned. With a grunt, he pulled my knickers off and lifted my hips so I was exposed to him.

  “You’re so pretty. I’ve wondered about how you look and imagined the pleasure of touching you, but nothing compares to seeing you now.”

  I panted as he kissed my pussy, holding my thighs apart, and licked and sucked everywhere until I squirmed. He let me go and turned me over, and he stared at my open legs as he sank back into a kneel. Straddling his lap, I kissed him hard. I ground against his opened jeans.

  “Oh fuck, I can’t take it.”

  I laughed as he picked me up and threw me down. He got his kit off like lightning and crawled over me.

  I put my foot on his shoulder. “Now, now.” I glanced at the plug. “You have a choice. Let me tease your arse and cock until you come hard enough to forget your name, or it goes in you, and you fuck me with it in.”

  A slow and deliciously wicked grin crawled across his face, eyes sparkling. “We’re going to fight for control and enjoy both winning and losing, aren’t we?”

  “Yes, sounds fun, doesn’t it?”

  “Oh yes. I want to be inside you.” He reached into the drawer, and I felt all over his body.

  “This is really happening.” My stomach turned, and I didn’t quite believe it.

  “I fucking hope so.”

  Taking the lube and plug, I kissed down his chest as he settled on his back, and I savoured the feel of his skin on my tongue. I especially loved the line of his hip. I snogged the hell out of it.

  “Poppy, you okay there?” He bit back a grin.

  Narrowing my eyes, I pushed his legs apart. “Hold my hair.”

  He gathered it into a ponytail, and I pulled him into my mouth. Hot and a hint of salt, I sucked what I could. I’d not enjoyed or given much head before, but I watched enough porn to get the gist of what I should do.

  Glancing up, I reckoned I was doing okay by the fact his eyes rolled back, and lids flickered. I let his dick pop out with a hum, and the needy noise he made was delicious. Lubing the plug, I held his eye. Toby licked his lips and nodded.

  I realised I had no idea what I was doing.

  “What is it?”

  “I talk a good talk, don’t I?”

  “It’s okay, just go slow.”

  I added too much lube, but I didn’t care and nudged it in. When he hissed, I halted and gave him a moment.

  “Down a little.”

  I aimed down, and it eased deeper, letting it slide all the way. Toby shouted and arched his back.

  I sucked his cock again. I licked and teased the head until he shook.

  “Enough!” He stilled me, yanking my ponytail a little.

  I let his cock go, and he pulled me up and over his body. Our gazes locked as I settled and eased onto him.

  Full and hard, he was perfect. I entwined my fingers with his.

  “I love you.”

  I nearly cried. “I love you.”

  He circled his hips, and I pulled two of his fingers into my mouth. Teasing the tip of him, he tried to make me fuck him, but I bit his finger until he held the headboard instead.

  With a slow grind, his frustrated need played out over his face.

  “What is it like?”

  He opened his eyes, bliss on his face. “Like you’re inside me. Pleasure hovering. Please.”

  “No.”

  He groaned and tensed his arms, knuckles turning white.

  Savouring every second of it, I stayed my pleasure. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes, but it a good way. Presses every time you push down on me.”

  I demonstrated it.

  “Like that, more, harder.” He bit his lip, arching up.

  Running my fingers over his cheek, I leant forward, going even slower. There was vulnerable sweetness in his eyes, cut with sharp tension. It was so beautiful.

  Something changed in him.

  He grabbed my hips, and I hung on as he turned us. Hunching down he kissed me before settling my legs on his shoulders, kneeling up, so I was half off the bed.

  I thought he was going to pound me, but he squeezed my legs to his chest and ground into me without looking away.

  “Touch your tits for me.”

  I did. They weren’t big but proportional to me. I squeezed them, and he tensed before moving deeper. He pulled nearly all the way out before easing back in. The sensation built. I got twitchy. Wetter. Tensed.

  “Fuck, I feel it, come, let me feel it.” Face contorted, he moved quicker until we spiralled together. I think I’d happily watch him come on repeat. It was enthralling.

  Catching our breath, he fell on me but stayed there.

  “I’ve never experienced anything so hot or sweet in my life.”

  I kissed his neck as I held him to me.

  I wasn’t sated. Not by a long shot.

  TORMENT

  I snuggled into the pillow, watching him. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Hmm?” He sighed before snuggling me.

  “Toby.”

  “Ask,” he mumbled half-asleep.

  “It’s just that it’s been bothering me for a while but-”

  He tickled me, and I lightly tapped his shoulder before soothing it with a kiss.

  “Say it.” He woke properly from his post-sex nap.

  “You said, before we first kissed, that Saffi said some personal things about you. I don’t know why but it bothered me. I didn’t feel like I could ask.”

  He curled a lock of my hair around his finger. “She thought I was too distracted. Wanted too much from her. Cast aspersions on my sexual capability. We’re all good for the right partner, but to the wrong one, we can be the worst.”

  I ran my fingers in circles over his chest.

  “I couldn’t be myself with her. Our lives were a performance. I’ve always been myself with you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling like the worst human that lived.”

  “Hmm, w
ell, lots of sex is a good place to start.”

  “I’m all yours.” He kissed me sweetly, teasing my lips and tongue until heat gathered and I was on fire. “I want to give you so much pleasure. I want to torment you with it.” All the while, he kissed me, barely touching. Making me burn.

  “Yes, fuck yes.”

  He did nothing else but lightly kiss. When I reached for more, he pinned my wrists. I ground against him, so he pressed his hips against me, leaving me immobile. All the while, his lips teased mine.

  My clit pulsed with his hard cock pressing in. “I’m close,” I barely made any sound, but he didn’t do anything more. I tried to squirm but couldn’t as his hands held firm.

  “Let it come.” He spoke between licks, and I moaned. “Good?”

  “Please.”

  He laughed.

  Desperate in want I fought him. He raised his face, leaving my lips sensitive. Thrashing, I swore and tried to get friction.

  My hair was a mess when I stopped, panting and beyond needy.

  “Done?”

  I grunted.

  “Good. It’s my turn to play. Do you want out?”

  “No.” My petulance made him laugh.

  “Will you be a good girl?”

  “Never.”

  With that gorgeous grin, his face descended, and we kissed again. A laboriously slow burning touch that was as frustrating as it was arousing. Unable to move, the intensity heightened my need but offered no outlet or escape. The pleasure crawled through me as each small lick and light nibble became my only sense with nothing other than his body over me in the longest kiss ever.

  I clenched all over, and he stopped.

  “Please,” I sobbed, scrabbling.

  “I can feel your pussy pulsing from here. Do you want to come?”

  “Yes.”

  He went back to his task. Denying me the touch I wanted, I couldn’t resist what he offered. I went lax, closing my eyes. Slow waves of pleasure radiated out from me in the deepest and slowest orgasm possible. There was no release. Only bound ecstasy turned inward. I shook, sweat rolling off me. I came from a kiss.

  He stopped, leaving my body unsatisfied. Moving off me, the absence was keen, but I couldn’t move.

  Out of one eye, I watched him pull the belt from his jeans.

  “More?”

  “Fuck me, yes.”

  He belted my knees together, the tight leather pressing in on my skin, and he shifted, holding my wrists either side of me and started on my nipples.

  I arched up, but he wouldn’t touch me. “Don’t make me tie you up completely.” He blew cold air on my wet skin.

  I wriggled.

  “I warned you.”

  Heat flushed everywhere. “I can’t take it, please, please.”

  He got up and found another belt, rolled me over, ran the strap through the one at my knees and secured my hands to it.

  “How does that feel?”

  I buried my face into the pillow.

  Toby palmed my bum. “Sweetheart, I’m going to undo it if you can’t tell me.”

  “Fuck, make me come.”

  He turned me onto my back. It was uncomfortable and taut. My shoulders protested, and the weight on my arms made my fingers tingle.

  Licking his red lips, he went back to my nipple, and with his hands free, he roamed my body, pinching, soothing, caressing everywhere but my pussy.

  I cried out, unashamed, free in myself, and as I rose in peaked euphoria, he ran a finger between my legs where they pressed together, brushing my clit, and pleasure exploded. Pulling on the restraints, I came, and Toby held me down, not moving his finger.

  When I opened my eyes, still gritting my teeth, he was fixed on me.

  “You’re beautiful when you come.” He grinned, and I started laughing.

  I didn’t care I was soaked in sweat, raw and dishevelled.

  “Next tit.”

  My joy died, and he leant over me.

  “I want to explore every inch of you.”

  I panted, and my eyes rolled back, and I think I blacked out when he started on the other nipple.

  There comes a point when the pleasure hurts, and overstimulation resets the brain.

  I was a mindless wreck. His hands worked me, but his restrained need began to show. He worked quicker, pulling and nipping my skin. When I came again, the intensity hurt, and he let go, turning me on my side.

  He pushed his hand between my legs, playing with my slippery wetness, and I arched my head back in relief.

  Sudden movement brought me around, and the belt around my legs was undone. And he pulled me against him.

  “Fuck me, yes.” I sobbed, pressing my arse into him.

  The feel of his cock sliding inside my pussy shook me. Exhausted and ravenous for him, it was what I wanted and needed. My lax body gave as he held me in place, thrusting hard, and finally taking me. My pussy was so sensitive that he rubbed just right inside, and I came again. I became an incoherent mess as he pounded me and found release.

  He didn’t pull out, but undid the belt at my wrists, and encased me in his arms, soothing me with little kisses.

  Toby took a few minutes and then cleaned us up. I was limp and sore, and his gentle love brought tears to my eyes.

  ✽✽✽

  In the morning, we showered, and I sat on his settee, relaxed and sated.

  “We can game if you like,” he called from the kitchen, making us breakfast.

  In just his t-shirt I set up and waited. After eggs on toast, while we chatted about the little things in our lives, he washed up and wouldn’t let me do a thing.

  He came back and stood between me and the television.

  “What?”

  “Open your legs.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you said go down on you for an hour a day.”

  I raised a brow and opened my legs as far as I could.

  He went to his knees, grabbed my thighs, and pulled me forward.

  “Carry on with the game.” He inched the t-shirt up to my waist. Pinning my legs apart, he settled his head between them. I rested my hands on his head, holding the controller and carried on. His head moved as he licked and kissed me. Soft and easy just like last night. Unable to concentrate, I threw the controller down.

  He leant back. “Play.”

  “If you plan on an hour a day, you need to do something about that.” I teased his beard.

  “Okay, I’ll shave it tomorrow, and you can ride my face. Play.”

  I picked the controller back up and opened my legs wider with a huff.

  He went back to work. I hissed and squirmed and repeatedly died in the game. Resisting my orgasm became harder, and I ground against his mouth. I grabbed his hair, pulling at it, but he only moaned until I came, squeezing my thighs to his head. Toby let me go and pushed two fingers inside, and my pussy clamped hard around him.

  Massaging inside me, he slowed as I squirmed, but he didn’t stop. I tried to pull away, but he kept me in place. Kissing my thigh, he looked up at me.

  “An hour, you said.” He glanced up behind me. “It’s been twenty minutes.”

  I shook my head. He opened his mouth and descended back over my pussy.

  I locked my legs around him. I didn’t know how I’d cope. “What’s anal like?”

  “Painful, a bit tricky, a bit of a gamble,” he said through licks and kisses. “Don’t distract me.”

  I started to shudder, the sensitive want building quickly.

  “I’d try it.”

  He paused, lifting his eyes, and I let my legs fall open again.

  With a hard suck to my clit, I lifted off the seat. He held me tight, but I kept moving up until I slid up the back of the couch.

  “Fuck.” I scrabbled to hold on, and he kept eating me, climbing up until he was standing on the settee, my arms and legs wrapped around his head as I came pressed up against the wall and my head nearl
y at the ceiling. I’d never been that high up.

  He went back to his knees and let me go, leaving me a moaning wreck sprawled on the settee.

  Toby grinned at me. “My fingers pruned.”

  I laughed, still moaning.

  “That was fifty minutes.”

  “I can’t.” I covered my face.

  Toby grinned when I peeked through my fingers, and I opened my legs again.

  BACK STEP

  Toby took a shot and potted a ball, he missed the second, and I cleared the table while he watched.

  I made sure to lean just right so he saw down my top and up my skirt. His eye twitched a lot.

  “My parents are coming to stay.”

  I looked up as I was working out my next shot. “Oh?”

  “Wanna meet them?”

  “Already?” I potted the black, and he scrunched his face up.

  He glanced about before pulling me in for a snog. “Well, no time like the present.” He squeezed my backside.

  I pulled away and grabbed my coat. “Sure, but you need to meet my dad.”

  My mother died when I was a teen, and I loved my dad. He was big and loud and brash but a kind soul. He was also a merciless, big scary guy.

  Toby went pale. “Do I have to?”

  It’d been two weeks, and we were settling into us again. It was lovely. Good sex, though he always got his way, and I planned to change that, but things were going well. At last.

  I grinned and reached out for him. We walked back to the house. It was a cold night, and we strolled arm in arm.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me about Paul.”

  I stopped and unthreaded myself. “What?”

  With a sigh, he took my arm, and we carried on. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

  “Why wouldn’t you tell me that he gave you grief about me. Who told you?”

  “Nathan, well, technically Suzy. They’re worried about you. Who told you he hassled me?”

  “Effie overheard Paul say something to you ages ago.”

  “You know, after the thing at the Christmas party with Nathan-”

  “Nothing happened.”

  “In which nothing happened, I defended you. A lot. I didn’t want to put it on you though. Paul assumed we were having an affair. I think a few people did.”