“Good,” I managed to answer, forcing myself to turn my back to him and start walking toward the area where he needed to work on the flooring.
“I miss you.”
I turned around. Had I just heard those words? “What?”
“I miss you,” he repeated, more clearly, louder. I could see his hands clench by his sides as if he, too, were struggling.
“I miss you, too,” I admitted quietly.
“Listen, I know I may have screwed everything up here. I’ve done everything wrong.”
“You’ve done a lot wrong,” I had to admit. “But not everything.” He made it sound like he’d committed a crime.
“I’m just trying to be a good guy. I thought that meant staying away from you. Only…” He removed his baseball cap, raking his fingers through his thick brown hair. I wanted to do that, too. “Only it’s like you’re in my blood. I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you.” He stepped closer, his eyes yearning, veins pumping along his corded forearms.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, either,” I admitted, meeting his gaze with heat of my own.
“I want to try, Sophie. I’m not perfect. Far from it. But—”
My phone rang in my back pocket, startling me it was so loud. “Sorry,” I apologized, reaching for it. I meant to just turn it off but then I saw it was Theo calling. Theo, whom I remembered was planning on stopping by that afternoon. Maybe I could I reschedule.
“Hey.” I turned my back to Liam and walked a few paces away. Theo told me he was about to head over and he’d made reservations at a few restaurants for us that night.
“You can tell me what sounds best to you,” he offered.
“Oh, that’s nice of you. But maybe not dinner tonight.” I spoke quickly and guiltily, darting a quick glance back to Liam who was watching me like a hawk.
“You promised.” Theo sounded genuinely disappointed.
“I don’t remember agreeing to dinner tonight,” I answered honestly.
“Well, I’ll see what I can talk you into,” he agreed to disagree. “I can be very persuasive. You’ll see.”
The call ended and I turned back slowly to Liam.
“Who was that?” he asked, an edge to his voice.
“Theo.” I didn’t see any point in trying to hide it. Liam had told me to spend time with him, after all. And, damn it, I hadn’t rescheduled his plan to stop by so it looked like he’d be over soon for a visit. “He’s about to head over to see the studio.”
“Is that right?” Liam’s eyes glittered, angry and jealous. “Are you a couple now?”
I had to roll my eyes at his about-face. “Isn’t that what you told me you wanted?”
“I want you, Sophie. That’s what I was about to tell you. I want you.” He stepped forward, grasping my hand.
“Then you’d better show me,” I warned him, thrilled at his words but still hurt by the way he’d been pushing me away.
“You belong with me,” he insisted. It’s what I felt, deep in my bones, but this hot after his cold still had me reeling.
“Then don’t just say it. Make me feel it.”
His eyes darkened. “You want to feel that you belong to me?”
“Um…” I hesitated, taken aback by the swift change I could sense in him. He held his body rigid and tense, as if he had energy coursing through him, pumping through his muscles. But the answer was clear, no matter the risk. I responded from my heart, “Yes.”
“This is your chance, Sophie,” he warned. “If you want this over, tell me. But if you want to be with me,” his voice darkened and grew lower, more stern and controlled. “Go upstairs. Get naked and wait for me.”
“Wait, what?” I asked after him as he walked out of the studio. He didn’t respond. He knew I’d heard him. It wasn’t a question of comprehension. It was a question of compliance. Maybe that was his intention, to test how serious I was when I said I wanted to feel like I belonged with him. But then he’d changed that statement, hadn’t he? He’d made it belonged to him. I shivered, feeling a throb in my core. It didn’t make rational sense, but it connected to something primal within me. It did feel like I belonged to him.
I walked up the stairs, more feeling than thinking, and took off my top, my shorts, my bra and panties. Then I lay on the bed, waiting for him, no idea what to expect.
He didn’t take long. He opened the door to my apartment, locked it after him, and strode over to me in the bedroom. His gaze locked on me as he saw me sitting, waiting for him. I’d stripped naked as he’d told me to, but then I’d pulled the sheet up over my breasts as I sat and waited. I felt so vulnerable.
“Take the sheet down.” He stood at the foot of my bed, waiting. He’d taken off his baseball cap and stood in a thin T-shirt, stretched across his broad shoulders and thick arms. The man was so strong.
Moving slowly, I pulled the sheet down, stretching out my legs so I reclined before him, completely naked.
“You’re so beautiful, Sophie,” he murmured, looking me over from head to toe. So exposed, I felt how much he loved every inch of what he saw. “I’ve been thinking about you all the time. What I want to do to you. So many things.”
I bit my lip as he kneeled at the foot of the bed.
“Come down here.” He patted the bed right before him. Shyly, I scooted down until I was sitting in front of him, inches away. “Lie down,” he told me, “and spread your legs.”
His hands guided me on my hips, moving me closer to him, my legs open and stretched down on either side of him. I lay back down, my heart beating fast. He slid his hands, palm-up, underneath my buttocks and brought his face right up close to my pussy.
“You know how many times I’ve thought about tasting you?”
“No,” I whispered, knowing I’d thought about it around a million times.
“I can’t stop thinking about it. Can I taste you, Sophie?”
He looked at me so lovingly, so passionately, I just about cried out my answer, “Yes.”
He fell on me as soon as the word left my mouth, a long, slow lick to begin then soft, sweet kisses on my inner thighs, making his way slowly up to my throbbing clit. He used his hands to part me, tilt me up and he settled in, licking strong and slow, swirling around my clit, starting in a rhythm as I began moving my hips.
“Liam.” My head fell back against the mattress, hands clutching the bed sheets. No awkward fumbling, no moments of, “um, maybe a little higher?” The man knew exactly what he was doing. He zeroed in on the most sensitive part of me, the spot that made me sing with need, sparking a fire that began licking through my limbs.
“So good,” I moaned as he lifted my hips, eating me like I was a rare delicacy. He groaned into my pussy, licking up my arousal, fucking me with his tongue, then back up to my clit making me twist and gasp.
But then he stopped. He pulled away, leaving me gaping, writhing and so close to orgasm I could nearly see stars.
“Wha—?” I began to shamelessly protest.
“You don’t get to cum yet,” he informed me, and I could swear he had the hint of a grin on his face. Damn him. He had gotten me close to orgasm in under five minutes. And it would have been a blisteringly amazing one, I could tell. Panting, frustrated, I watched as he left the room, then returned with something he must have brought back with him before.
“I’ve got something for you.” In his hand, he displayed a large, black rubber…thing. I had no idea what it was.
“Um, thanks? Is it like a…?” I searched my mind for what possible kitchen appliance he could be presenting me with. I couldn’t see how it could be used.
“It’s a butt plug,” he explained, matter of fact. “And you’re going to keep it deep up inside of you while that fuckwit Theo stops by this studio.”
“It’s a what?” I sat up straight, clutching my knees up to my chest. “That’s way too big for what you just said it is.”
“It’s a lot smaller than my cock and that’s going up your ass,
too, someday soon.”
“Hey, so, wait.” I scooted away from him on the bed, nervous as hell but still, yes, I had to admit turned on. No way in hell could I take that huge black thing up inside my ass, but his dominance, the hungry, possessive way he looked down at me? That made me even more wet, and I was already dripping.
“Flip over.” He motioned with his finger for me to lie on my front. I bit my lip and looked at the plug. “Do you trust me, Sophie?” He fastened his eyes on mine.
“Yes,” I agreed in an instant. He’d been hot and cold with me, but somehow instinctively, the answer with him was yes, always yes.
“Then lie on your front.”
I did it, turning over, presenting my backside to him. He grabbed a pillow and put it under my hips, propping my ass up for him.
“So hot,” he hissed, spreading my butt cheeks. “And so wet.” He dipped his fingers down to my pussy, touching me where I quivered for him and I moaned. He could still make me cum if he wanted. All it would take was a few strokes.
“In time.” He pet me softly as if reading my mind, then took my slick arousal smeared across his fingers, and spread it thickly all over my tight asshole. As he penetrated me with just a finger, I fought him, tense.
“Let me in, Sophie,” he coaxed, insisting on entry. “Let go.” His fingers trailed over my lower back, feather soft, relaxing me.
I exhaled, letting him take over. It did feel good when I stopped trying to fight it, trying to think. If I just relaxed and went limp, let him do what he wanted, it felt so good the way he was touching my pussy, massaging my clit, then sliding back up to my asshole and thrusting into it, a little more at a time, moving up to his thumb, then two fingers, opening me up.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as I moaned. “Spread your legs for me. Tilt your ass up.” I did it and it felt so good to follow his orders, so nasty, giving him access to such an intimate place. But when he brought the tip of the plug to my asshole I tensed again. I couldn’t help but think of how big it had looked standing up in his palm. With one end tapered, it widened, then ended in a flat circle.
“You’re going to take this up your ass for me,” he spoke low and sure, telling me what I was going to do, not asking. He rubbed my clit as he spoke, circling it, and my hips started moving along with his rhythm, wanting, needing. “And you’re going to like it.” He started working the plug in with small thrusts, taking my ass as I ground against his finger, forcing it deeper into me.
“Ah!” I grasped at the sheets, not sure I could handle feeling so full as he pushed and pushed and then, got in. I felt the plug slide into place, my tight asshole closing over the blunt end. I gasped for breath, my eyes burning with effort.
“Good girl.” He gave me long, soothing strokes along my buttocks, my thighs, my back. “That looks so good in you, Sophie. I’m so glad you took that all up your ass for me.”
I sighed under his praise. He made me feel so warm inside. And now that I was getting used to it, it didn’t hurt so much as just exerted pressure. I felt full. And it made me tingle.
“Come and sit.” He helped me move, guiding me over to sit across his lap. He was still fully clothed as he held me in his strong arms. “How does that feel?”
“Strange,” I whispered, slightly embarrassed.
“Is it too much?” He tilted my chin up to look him in the eye.
“No,” I answered honestly. I could take it. More than that, I wanted to for him.
“Good,” he nodded. “I’m glad. I want it in you the whole time you talk to him. You’ll never forget who you belong to.”
“Liam—”
“That’s the first phase of your punishment. There’s more to come.”
“What?” What more could he do to me? I already had a giant plug shoved up my ass. What next?
“Once he leaves, I’m going to give you a spanking.”
“What?” I didn’t seem to have an extensive vocabulary at the moment.
“Have you ever had one?”
“No, of course not.”
“I’m going to take my time and give you a good, long spanking because you’ve been so naughty, inviting Theo over. I won’t go too hard on you. This time. But no more Theo. Do you understand?”
I nodded slowly, stunned, and then, right on time, I heard the doorbell. Theo had arrived.
Quickly, I snapped on my bra, pulled up some panties and slid a random dress over my head. I flew down the stairs, almost forgetting about the plug up my ass. Almost. I gave Theo a brief hug as I welcomed him into the studio.
“Wow! So this is your big project!” I could tell he was trying to be nice, but I could also see the studio from his eyes. It looked old and crumbling, in the midst of a massive renovation.
“Yes, it’s really coming along.” I persisted in being upbeat, telling him how well things were going even as I could read his thoughts, wondering why in the hell I would be wasting my time with a place like this. Then the plug up my ass started to vibrate.
“Oh!” I leaned against the nearest wall, my hand bracing myself as my eyes half closed. That felt intense, rumbling up deep inside me. And good. Then it stopped.
“Are you all right?” Theo asked, concerned, cupping his hand around my elbow.
“Hey, how are you?” Liam appeared at my side, extending his hand for Theo to shake.
“Hello.” Theo sized him up, then quickly dismissed him. In his old jeans and T-shirt, I could tell Theo determined that Liam wasn’t anyone of consequence. “Are you doing some work for Sophie?”
“I am,” Liam agreed, and the damn plug started vibrating again. I bit my lip, closing my eyes and almost stifling a sound deep in my throat.
“Do you need a glass of water, Sophie?” Theo asked with concern.
“She’s just a little worked up,” Liam explained. The vibrating stopped. I noticed one of his hands in his pocket. The damn man was operating the plug with a remote. He was toying with me and he was loving it.
I continued showing Theo around, pointing out architectural features, the crown molding we were going to preserve, stopping every now and then when Liam pressed vibrate. Each time it went off it got me even more aroused, until I felt like I might need to excuse myself and head to the bathroom where I could touch myself and get it over with. Liam seemed to sense it, though, and he’d turn it off right when I could barely take it anymore.
“Are you sure you’re OK?” Theo asked as I fanned myself. “You seem hot. Do you have a fever? Let me get you something to drink.”
“I’ll take it from here.” Liam stood at my side, holding on to my elbow.
“What?” Theo looked at Liam as if he was just registering him as a person, seeing him for the first time.
“I’ll make sure she lies down and takes care of herself.”
I bit down on a laugh. The man was unbelievable. “I’m all right, Theo, thank you.” I shot Liam a “stay out of this” glance but he gave me a defiant smile in return. “I think I’ve just been working too hard. I need to rest.”
“You’re pushing yourself too hard with this studio, Sophie,” Theo chastised me. “You need to take better care of yourself. Or let me do it.”
“Thanks. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I walked him toward the door. I needed him to get out of there, fast. He looked at Liam, then me, then Liam as if trying to make sense of things. But I could see it in his eyes, he didn’t really think of Liam as competition. What could a poor working-class schmuck have to offer that he couldn’t buy ten times over for me? It made me like Theo even less. After a few more awkward words exchanged, I finally closed the door after him.
“What a nice man,” Liam observed wryly from behind me. “He offered you water. But me? I’m going to make you even hotter.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. I followed eagerly, desperate for release. He’d played with me mercilessly, first on the bed, then while I tried to carry on conversation. Evil man.
“I can’t believe you just did th
at,” I told him as we got into my apartment.
“I warned you about me.” He locked the door behind us and led me back into the bedroom. “I told you I’m not a good guy. You had your chance to walk away. But you didn’t take it. So now you’ll take your punishment.”
He sat down in my new armchair like he’d been planning on it since the second he saw it. “Take off your clothes.”
I took everything off quick. Nervous as I felt about some of what he’d said—punishment, spanking—I was also so horny I could almost cry.
“Now come over here.” He patted his lap. I walked over, but just as I was about to sit on his lap, he shook his head. “Not that way. Stretched out across me, lying on your front.”
Oh. So he meant with my ass up in the air. I took a deep breath. Now was my time to back out. I knew he’d never push me to do something I didn’t really want to do. He’d taken me outside my comfort zone before and I’d loved it. But this?
“Make up your mind,” he warned me, losing patience.
I reached out for the arm of the chair, not sure how to do what he wanted. He took over, moving me up across his lap, positioning me. I felt so tense, holding myself rigid and flat like a piece of wood, but he started caressing and massaging, working my muscles. Sighing, I let myself relax under his touch, his broad, callused hands working magic over my skin.
“You did well with your plug,” he praised me, bringing his hands down to caress my buttocks. He moved me again, bringing my hips directly over his groin. I rested my arms and chest on the arm of the chair, feeling surprisingly comfortable there with him. “Does it hurt anymore?”
“No.” I’d grown accustomed to it. I felt full, but not painful.
“I like seeing it in you.” He brought his hand to the flat end, sticking out of my asshole. Gently he pressed against it, forcing the plug farther into me. Then he released, pressed again, released, starting a rhythmic massage.
“Mmm,” I murmured, instantly responding, feeling myself grow wetter.
“You liked wearing it for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted. Crazy as it sounded, hard as it had been trying to carry on a conversation with Theo, I’d liked having the plug up inside of me. Knowing Liam knew it was there, having him control me like that.
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