Not that he minded it, but still. There had been no contact from Zach, and there was a subtle gradual change in her, something was starting to give, and he was patient, he would wait.
The first sign of that change was a few weeks ago when the weather turned really cold and everyone wore their winter coats and caught the cold going round. Suzy picked it up. She hacked, coughed, and looked terrible.
She stayed in bed, and Nathan looked after her when he got in from work. He made her soup, and honey and ginger tea.
He cared for her with such love. Suzy looked at him at one point, he caught it, and he knew she felt the same. It was only a brief look, and she pulled back quickly. He saw it, and it gave him hope.
Nathan pulled on his heavy wool coat, and tied his scarf. They were all going to the pub. Suzy was oddly quiet as they all made their way over to the Riverside pub on the other side of the square, and he wondered what she had planned.
Suzy wanted Nathan to herself, but she smiled as she ate a slice of the birthday cake she brought in at lunch. Everyone’s birthday was celebrated, and most weeks there was a cake floating about the office. But this week it was Nathan’s. His birthday wasn’t until Sunday, but she wanted to give him present early. Things were good, too good, but she didn’t dwell on it, she was living in the moment, just enjoying what they had. The afternoon dragged by, and she spent all afternoon, wondering how to get him away from the pub.
The Riverview was a nice bar, but oddly named as they weren’t on the river, and you certainly couldn’t see it from the bar, maybe that was the joke. It was on the corner of the square, and popular with suits. Five o’clock on a Friday, it was rammed. But they snagged a couple of small tables, and they were all bundled in. Nathan managed to sit casually next to Suzy. She only said hi, but chatted with Mia, who was only staying for one.
Nathan seemed in a good mood, and Suzy was getting impatient.
Mia whispered into her ear. “How’s it going?”
Suzy closed her eyes.
“Amazing, so you could take it as horrible.”
“Worth it though?”
“So far.”
“I’m glad I don’t live next to you.”
“I’ve had a few looks.” She smiled and shrugged.
“Right I’m off.”
“I’ll walk with you Mia.” Suzy turned. “Happy birthday.” She grinned.
“Thanks.” He couldn’t help but look at her walk off.
“She’s something.”
Nathan scowled at one of the men who was left. The crowd had thinned out after two drinks, people having families to get home to, cars to drive.
“Who?”
“Suzy. We’ve all had a crack, but she’d not interested. Nice arse though.”
Nathan looked with raised brows at him. “You think?”
The guy opened his mouth, but remembering that Nathan was management, he wisely didn’t speak.
Nathan left shortly afterwards. He knocked Suzy’s door, then let himself in.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself birthday boy.” He caught the look on Suzy’s face and he narrowed his eyes, his dick perked up in anticipation.
“My birthday is technically Sunday.”
“Technically, but I don’t think I can wait.”
He swallowed. “Why?”
She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
He looked about. “What?”
She pointed up, and from above her bed was a large hook.
“What the…”
“I put it in; it has a special fixing into the joist. Look.” She stood on the bed, held the hook, and lifted her feet, it took her whole body weight. She let go and walked to the edge, looking down on him. Her face was commanding.
“I’m up for anything you say.”
“You sure?”
He couldn’t take his eye off the hook. “Yes.”
“Open the wardrobe, on the shelf on the right is that length of red cord.” He took a deep breath.
He dropped in on the bed where she pointed.
“Take off your shirt.” He did.
She frowned and tilted her head, she wasn’t the only one with a surprise.
“You’ve shaved?”
“No, waxed.”
She broke her character and laughed. “Waxed?”
When they first met his body hair had been short, but over the past weeks it had grown, now he was bare chested again. She ran her hand down it, it was smooth.
“Just your chest?”
“No.” He smiled.
“Why?”
“Shaving it is a pain in the arse. Takes so long, every other day. I get a good wax, leave it for about six weeks, and go again, I just don’t like being hairy, took me a while to find a place to get it done that I’d trust with my balls.” He made a face.
“You’re not that hairy. You don’t have a hairy back or arse.”
“No, but you shave your legs and pits, right?”
“Yeah, okay I get it.”
“Don’t you like me this way?”
“I’ll reserve judgement until you’re naked. Take everything else off.”
His eye flickered up to the hook.
She made a noise seeing him undressed.
“Well?”
“I’ll show you how much I like it. Get on the bed.”
She pulled out the cuffs she had used on him several times from the bedside table and cuffed his wrists together. She tied the cord round the clasp. She led him under the hook and told him to kneel. She ran the rope over the hook, and ran it through until his arms lifted up over his head. She kept pulling until he was stretched taut.
He took a slow breath and closed his eyes. “Look at me.”
The lust in his eyes made her wetter.
He shifted his knees a little, legs apart.
She held onto the cord, and looked at his taut muscles, she pulled the cord a little more, making him hiss.
She tied the end in a complex knot to the cuff chain.
She looked at him, then ran her hands over his smooth body. She felt round the base of his cock, it twitched, the tip wet.
She licked it off.
She backed away from him, as he tried to thrust forward, but he couldn’t move much, he was so stretched out. He focused on his breathing.
She unbuttoned her blouse, the dark green brought out her eyes, and as she pushed if off, and he saw what was underneath, he swore.
She wore the mesh cami, a small bra under it. She undid the bra, and slid it out, leaving the cami in place.
She unzipped her skirt, and he knew she was wearing hold ups underneath, the sheer mesh briefs left nothing to the imagination.
She stood on the mattress, right before him. He kissed her stomach, anywhere he could reach, she pressed her body into him, letting him feel her, he moaned when she moved away. She bent down and kissed him, a wet open-mouthed kiss, her tongue deep in his mouth.
He was more than aroused when she moved away, he was close.
She slowly took off her hold ups, then knelt down. He was breathing hard, his arms were already shaking, but he didn’t ask her to stop, he wanted this, he loved it.
When he submitted to her like this, it was strange to her how he still had complete control, he wanted it so much, he got off on it over and over again, yet she only gave him what he wanted.
What she wanted.
She crawled to him, slowly, as he watched. Her mouth hovered just out of reach.
“Please.”
Her eyes went up.
“Please Suzy, I want your mouth on me, please.”
She opened wide, but hovered, he growled.
She licked the tip and he steadied his breath, when she moved back. She went to the open drawer and pulled out some edible lube, and a vibrator. She shifted and made herself comfortable before him.
She warmed some lube up and fisted his cock gently, she fondled him all over, his deep moan and begging only made her wetter, but she wouldn
’t rush, he liked to be teased.
Finally, she licked from the back of his balls slowly up to the tip of his cock. He pulled down and said something incoherent, so she did it again, then a third time.
“Stop, shit I can’t Suzy it’s too much.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Please, please.” She was still fondling his balls, slippery with lube, she pulled so gently on them. Then took him into her mouth in one move, to the hilt.
She liked him without hair.
His head fell back, as she went to work, her lubed hands all over him, mouth working his hard erection mercilessly.
“I’m going to come, don’t stop.”
The flood and jerk of him in her mouth made her hum. His body was hard, and sweat covered him. She let him go. She just looked at him as he caught his breath.
“I’m not done, I’ve not even begun with you. But if you want down, say so.”
He shook his head. His hands were tingling, but he didn’t care, he liked the cut and pull of the cuffs.
“My turn then.”
She kissed his chest, and he relaxed as she felt his body. She went to his back and licked his dimples. He laughed at her.
She came back round, and kissed him.
She sat back, and slowly took off her briefs. He watched her intently, desperate to touch her, relishing that he couldn’t.
She picked up the vibrator and lay back, knees bent and he made a needy noise at the sight of it.
She fingered herself first and pushed it in, he watched her fuck herself with it, he moaned with her, as she went, she pulled down the cami, and felt her breast, the way she moved, the way she used the vibrator was same way that he made love to her.
“Do it harder.”
She did, his rough voice made her look up at him, he was hard again. He looked pained and desperate. She plunged it in and out, as he encouraged her until her hips arched up as she came. She relaxed back, and pulled the vibrator out. She took a moment and sat up.
“Do you want a drink? We’ll be a while yet. I’ll be one minute, I swear.” He moaned and nodded.
She got up and went out. He smiled to himself and luxuriated in the moment. She returned with a glass of wine. She put it to his lips, and he drank, his eye fell to her still exposed breast, she pushed the other strap down so both were visible. She kissed him and took a drink of wine.
She turned and put the glass down, and then pressed her back to him. He kissed her shoulder, but she leant forward, and he had to steady his breath again when he realised what she was doing. She reached between them, and guided him inside.
She shuffled back so her bottom was pressed against him. She rested down on her elbows, and didn’t move.
“Please.”
“You want it, you take it.”
He was so taut he could barely thrust. But he did, and grunted as he went. It pulled, and chaffed, and he had little leeway, but he didn’t care, it felt so good.
“This might take a while.”
“We have as long as it takes.”
She resisted him, and pushed back into him, he sped up, then slowed again, wanting to draw it out. He rested for a few beats, feeling the strain of it.
“Had enough?”
He thrust as hard as he could, grunting at her. She laughed and he pushed himself harder, her laugh turned into cries.
He could feel the familiar clench around his cock, he slowed down, pausing between each thrust, knowing how hard it made her come. He felt his climax in him, edging, he held off, he could feel it down all through him, when the hard clench of her orgasm came before the frenzied spasm that he so loved, he let go, he let his climax rush through him, he cried out loudly, drowning her out, his hips lost coordination. He had never come that hard, it seemed to go on and on, long after anything came out of him, he couldn’t stop his hips.
She was panting, and lax, and he was growling every breath. When he finally stilled, she pulled off him, and pulled the cord. It loosed him immediately, and his hands fell down to his lap. He slouched forward, and she eased him back, and undid the cuffs.
He opened and closed his fists, feeling the pins and needles in his hands, red marks cutting in. He pulled her down to him and kissed her roughly. His hands were everywhere.
“How was that dimples?”
He laughed. “Not bad.”
She laughed with him. He was asleep in seconds. She eased out of his hold and went to the bathroom. She tidied up, cleaned the vibrator, and took off the cami, when she climbed into bed with him. Finally sated, finally quiet, and ignoring the little voice that said don’t let him go.
Nathan woke up, Suzy was twitching in her sleep. She still had nightmares now and again. He knew not to try to hold her, she would only panic. His voice seemed to work.
“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m here you’re safe. Suzy, you’re safe.” He kept repeating his words until she made a little noise and opened her eyes.
“Sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He held her close, the words hovered, they were weighted between them. It would have been so natural to say it. ‘I love you’, but he didn’t. He held back.
“So what do you want to do today birthday boy?”
“My birthday is tomorrow.”
“You’re birthday is all weekend because I say it is.”
“Yes mistress.” He whispered it as he felt her bottom. “I love feeling you first thing in a morning.”
She giggled. “Is that what you want to do this morning?”
“Do you think it’s safe to go out?”
“We can go out.”
It was a big concession from her, they had gone to the shops once or twice, but never out on a date.
“Thank you. How about the cinema, I haven’t been for years, we can catch a matinee, grab early dinner, maybe a few drinks.”
She considered him. “Sounds perfect.”
She made them a drink and came back to bed, she was sipping her coffee, and they were both quiet for a bit.
“What are your fantasies?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Fucking hell, it’s only ten past eight.”
She laughed. “I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours.”
“You mean we haven’t been acting out your fantasies?”
“We’ve been having sex. Then I suppose it’s how you define what a fantasy is. For me I guess role-play is fantasy. I mean I have fantasies for wanking to, most of which I’m not sure I would actually do.”
“Such as?” he was trying to be cool, but she could see the tent he made in the duvet.
“Well, I’m not a big fan of anal, but, you know. In my wank fantasy, I’m being done three ways, I know I don’t really want to do it. Role-play though…” he took her cup and set it down.
He pulled her down, and threw back the duvet, and settled between her legs. She had a little smile, her eyes were laughing.
“That turn you on?” she batted her eyelashes at him, and he laughed.
“Sorry.”
“No, don’t be. Tell me yours.”
“What I might want to try, or what I think when I wank?”
“Either, both, whatever you’re comfortable with telling me.”
She pushed him back and picked up her coffee, when she sat back up. He snuggled into her chest. “I could do you three ways.”
“I bet you could. What are your fantasies?”
“I think we’ve actually done pretty much everything I’ve wanted to do. You know, I’m pretty boring.”
“There is nothing boring about you.”
He kissed the inside of her boob. “I used to be scrawny. I wasn’t the boy girls wanted to go out with in school. I had eczema, it was worse when I was a teenager, and I was really scrawny, and when I grew a foot in less than a year, it was worse.
“Cass didn’t care. She liked me, and I couldn’t believe my luck. She was really popular. She said she liked geeky boys. I was, by the way, I wasn’t popular, bad ski
n, and I was kind of pretty when I was young. She saw past all that. When she died I slobbed for a bit, and my brother dragged me down the gym, I was never that guy, I was terrible at P.E. so I was just pissed off when I got there. I was really self-conscious. I was hooked though. Running gave me a peace I didn’t think I’d know again. I bulked up, and it became important to me. Better than going off the rails. Women started to approach me. I only tan because of my skin. I only bulked up to deal with my grief.
“I went through a shagging phase. It was just exercise, relief, and I never acted anything out. I have fantasies, but they’re just more exciting sex, like we have. I mean you know I like underwear, I guess that’s my kink if I have one. Maybe fully dressed sex.”
Suzy didn’t say anything, just stroked his hair.
“Suz, you okay?” he looked up, she had tears in her eyes. “What’s the matter, what did I say?”
“Nothing, it’s not…”
“What?” he looked afraid.
“You’re wonderful, do you know that? I mean you are really, really amazing.” He smiled.
“You’re pretty fucking spectacular yourself.” She frowned. “I have a confession to make.”
“Oh?” Suzy had an uneasy prickle at what he said.
He pulled away and sat up. “I already knew that you lived under me when I saw you at work, I didn’t know you worked at Hulstons, but I’d seen you here, and…heard you.”
“What?” she looked guarded, but she knew what he overheard.
“It was still hot when I got here, and I couldn’t sleep, I was just sitting by my bedroom window, and I heard you, with a guy. Apparently not servicing you very well, I even heard you make your wish, I really wanted to lean out that window and say ‘hi, I’ll service you’ I couldn’t think about anything else. When I…serviced myself, I thought of that.”
She didn’t say anything.
“Are you horrified, pissed off?”
She tilted her head and thought. “I’m going to take a shower. You should go upstairs and take one too.” His whole face dropped. “But you should open your bedroom window.”
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