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He was fit and toned, and had a body made for sex. The kind I was sure could turn a smart girl like me stupid.
Yep
Come on, Lilith. Stop thinking about banging your next-door neighbor for two seconds.
Can’t really blame you tbh
It was so fucking sexy and stunning, it stole my breath. My quiet, studious looking neighbor built custom, high-end BDSM furniture.
“But I don’t do well with surprises. I don’t like the unexpected.” I had no idea what to say. “Oh. I’m sorry.” He acted like he hadn’t heard me, because his expression remained stern. “I don’t like my plans being disrupted.” It bubbled up out of habit. “I’m sorry.” “And I had plans for you. This,” his gaze swept over my nude form, “is way ahead of my schedule.”
OH???
I swallowed a breath as he straightened, and a split second later, the ruler slapped against me in a sharp, quick strike. It stung. The sensation of it forced me to suck in a breath through tight teeth. But apparently this wasn’t the reaction he’d been hoping for, because Clay repeated the action, and this time the crack of the ruler brought fire. Pain throbbed and lingered in the aftermath of the metal biting into my skin. “Fuck,” I swore. His tone was sinister. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” My head spun at this version of him. Up until yesterday, he’d been my shy and quiet next-door
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“How are you feeling?” I wasn’t sure how he meant. Physically? Emotionally? The truth was I didn’t know. The welts on my body were still smarting, but I kind of liked it. It was an aching reminder of what he’d done, and mentally, my head was foggy. Not exactly dreamy, but sort of . . . floaty. It was nice and made me bold. “I’m feeling,” I said, “like I wish we had kissed before we . . .” He let out a tight breath. “I can fix that.” Then his hands were on my shoulders, easing me back off the chair. For the first time in ages, I tottered on my heels like they were brand new. Like I wasn’t
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Sub-space. Damn.
“I’ve been a member for more than five years,” he said, “and I’ve been vetted, so I have the same freedoms as you.” “Yeah?” I lifted an eyebrow and pretended to be skeptical. “Why don’t you get naked and prove it?” It was so much fun to catch him off guard. His eyes would widen behind his black frames, and I could see how disoriented he became when things didn’t go exactly as he planned. He recovered quickly, though. “I stand corrected. I have almost the same freedoms as you.”
LOL
“You like this.” It wasn’t a question from Clay—it was a statement of fact. “You like how everyone’s watching.” Were they? On some level, I sensed there were eyes on me, but I hadn’t glanced around to check. My gaze never deviated from Clay’s, because he’d given me instructions, and I was determined to follow them. But nerves made my voice go uneven. “I like,” I rasped, “how you’re watching.”
There was freedom in being under Clay’s direction. I didn’t have a problem taking initiative or making a move, but his guidance meant less guesswork for me. I was still in control and knew I could say no or change my mind at any point. I didn’t have to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. But it also felt like while my boundaries were expanding, the consequences weren’t.
This.
The rope was brought back down to my wrists, and the loose end of it was no longer on the floor. It brushed against my knees before he wrapped it a final time around my bound wrists and tied it off. He’d used all the rope without running out of it or having too much to spare. There was no need to undo his work and start again, because this was a man who had practiced. Who knew what he was doing.
Hot.
“Look at me,” Clay demanded, but there was an edge of a plea to his words. Endorphins pumped through my system, and my head was a chaotic mess, but hearing him centered me, and as I raised my fuzzy gaze to find him, E pulled my panties to the side and slid a finger deep inside me.
Oh my god
Trepidation swirled in my stomach, and shivers broke down my legs. Would it be worse this time? And if so, would the ‘after’ be even better? Or would the strike of the paddle be less intense than the anticipation of it?
Oh you need a FUCKING EXORC— lol nah jk you are definitely a masochist with a praise kink though
With all we’d done today, the way I’d been shared between the men, it was only E’s innocent kisses that caused worry to pool in Clay’s eyes. Wait a minute . . . It wasn’t worry. It was jealousy.
Oooo
“This is what you want?” he asked. “Me to clean up after him?” I didn’t know if this was a turn-on for the men, but for me? Fucking yes. Not just because I’d get an orgasm, but the idea of it . . . It was so dirty and hot, I couldn’t catch my breath. So, I swallowed thickly, gave him a shy smile, and bobbed my head. Clay looked captivated. Like he didn’t want to miss a second of what was going to happen.
“Fuck.” Clay’s deeply appreciative word punched through the silence of the room, yanking my attention to him. My face flushed with warmth. Once again, he looked unprepared for the reaction this caused in him. Overcome by how much he liked it. He stared at me bound to the table he’d built, and watched as another man feasted on the pussy he’d just fucked.
OH MY GOD
Travis: Party bus? Me: It’s my friend’s 21st birthday. Her boyfriend rented a bus so we can go bar hopping. So...everyone will be kinda young. Clay: OMG. It’s not too late to back out, Travis. I laughed and pictured Clay as he read the conversation, probably glad for the first time he was down in Florida, because this evening surely sounded like hell to him. Travis: LOL. It’s fine, send me the address.
“Did you want something to eat?” he asked Travis. “You had to skip dinner.” “No, thanks. I grabbed something quick after I left the zoo.”
Ugh, this warmed my heart
How was it I was overwhelmed, and yet dying for more?
Yes
When I rocked my hips, he reached a hand down to grip my thigh. “Stay still,” Travis urged, “and let him fuck you with that tongue.”
OH. MY. GOD.
“I’m not romantically attracted to him, but sexually?” He hesitated, but then pushed through. “I’m trying to get comfortable with the idea that . . . might be a gray area for me. How do you feel about that?” He looked so nervous, and I put a reassuring hand on his cheek. “I’m more than fine with that. As someone who’s incredibly attracted to both of you, let me say this—I get it.” I wasn’t trying to make light of what he’d just shared, but dear God, did I understand, and thankfully, he chuckled.
