She didn’t know why, but the forcefulness in his tone, the expectation brought her closer to the edge. She was sure that it wasn’t going to take much fucking before she exploded all over him.
With two more ribbons, he tied her legs to the end of the bed. She was in a prime position for him to do whatever he liked to her ass. She remembered how it had felt when he’d taken her over his desk. Anal was not something she’d ever considered before, but it hadn’t been as bad as she’d expected.
He ran a hand over her backside before giving it a playful slap—nothing like the ruler, but enough to draw a gasping breath from her. Running a finger over her slit, he groaned with delight. “You really do want this,” he said, sounding so sure.
“Yes,” she whispered. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and she clenched around his hand, crying out as he twisted them in a small circle. Everything in her tightened.
“Relax,” he soothed, smoothing her buttocks as he continued to rotate his wrist. He pulled away from her. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she was sure he was looking at her, admiring her. Leah tried to clamp her thighs shut, but the ties held her in position.
He blew over her wet sex and she shuddered in response. His tongue flicked out, catching her throbbing clitoris. She tried to writhe against him, desperate for some kind of release.
Ty chuckled and slapped her bum. He left her alone and she was afraid that he’d left the room completely. Twisting her head to the other side, she could see he was at the wardrobe, but whatever he’d picked was hidden behind his back. He put it at the foot of the bed away from view.
“If you’re going to peek…” He took a handful of her hair, yanking her head and catching her mouth with his. She saw that he was holding a blindfold. He lay the soft satin over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head.
Shrouded in darkness, her vision impaired, she strained to use her other senses to discover what he was planning.
Sound. She could hear his footsteps as he padded around the bed, to where he could see how much she was aching to be fucked. She could hear the swish as something was dragged through the air.
Touch. Whatever he held, it tickled over her back. Feathery strokes danced down her spine, over the curve of her bum and…
“Shit!” she squealed, as he drew it over her pussy and clitoris. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Ty chuckled and continued his torment as she shook all over. The feathers were removed. Cold leather replaced them. More than one strand brushed over her buttocks. Leah squeezed her eyes shut, ready for the punishment she was about to endure.
Slap! The leather strands landed against her sensitive skin.
Slap! Slap! He brought it down on her again and again. Heat radiated from her ass as he smoothed where he’d struck her, and placed a tender kiss on the spot. It didn’t hurt much, but enough to elicit an audible gasp.
Scent. Leather. He’d drawn the flogger up her body, laying it over her shoulder so that she could smell it. He stood behind her, one hand gripping the handle of the tool, one running down the crack of her backside, smearing her creamy juices all over her.
The flogger was dragged down her spine before being used on her again.
“Fuck me, Leah,” he said, and she could tell by the breathiness of his voice that he was just as excited as she was, if not more so. “I wonder how wet I can make you.” He let the damp pad of his thumb rest against her anus with a teasing threat, performing minute circles while he ran the leather straps over each cheek.
A finger entered her vagina. Or maybe it was two? She couldn’t tell. She was so soaked that slipping anything of size into her would have been easy.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?” he asked.
Leah bit her lip and shook her head violently. She heard him suck on his finger.
“You taste delicious.”
His head was between her thighs, his nose pressed right into her perineum as he sucked and lapped and kissed and mouthed at her sex. A cry ripped from her throat as he probed her, parting her folds with his tongue, letting his tongue enter her.
As he pulled away, she called out in disappointment. He silenced her, slanting his mouth over hers, devouring her, her juices swirling over her own tongue.
Taste. The salty-sweet musk of her own pussy saturated her mouth. Fuck, if this wasn’t erotic she didn’t know what was.
“I’m going to make you come now,” he whispered, kissing her nose.
All of her senses whirled around her, bringing her to dizzying heights. She could still taste herself. She could still smell the leather of the flogger as he draped it over her shoulder. She could still feel the heat emanating from every single pore of her being. And she could hear the gentle buzz as he switched the vibrator on.
First the tip of it entered her, and it was as though she had been prodded with an electric bolt. Sparks shot through her, drowning her. Her skin prickled, each hair standing on end as he pushed farther until she was sure he’d put the whole thing inside her. Her walls clenched around it, quaking and dancing in time to its rhythmic hum.
He wasn’t finished, though. He reached under her, rolling her burning clit beneath his fingers, pinching it. She called out, her juices dripped around the toy.
“I want to hear you,” he said, and she obeyed him, letting out an animalistic shout.
He pulled the toy from her and thrust it back in, and she cried out again. Holding it in place, he held something against her ass. It was cold and felt as though it might have been metal. Covered in her own wetness, it took little work to slide it past her puckered entrance. Leah bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut beneath the mask. Her safe word danced on her tongue. A lump grew in her throat. She could feel her legs quaking.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Ty said, and she thought he might be talking to himself. “Now come.”
Nerves forgotten, it was as if she’d been waiting for his permission, and she gave in. Her whole body shivered. She ripped her head back and screamed so loud her throat was left raw. Her muscles went into spasm, every one of them tightening, drawing in the toys that probed her.
He waited a brief moment before removing the toys, dropping them to the floor. She felt her legs slacken as he undid the ties. She collapsed on the bed from sheer exhaustion. Her heart thumped at her ribs.
“Oh no,” he said, untying her arms but leaving her blindfold in place. “We’re not finished yet.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Leah sat on the edge of the bed, still unable to see beyond the black satin. But she could smell him. He was standing in front of her, his proud cock inches from her mouth. The musky scent of masculinity—his need—mixed with that of her femininity and permeated the air. She’d had her orgasm, now it was his turn, and she knew what he wanted.
He swept her hair to one side, taking it in his fist at the back of her head, encouraging her forward. Leah opened her mouth. The tip of him balanced on her bottom lip. His cock was drenched in the taste of her orgasm, and she licked him clean. Pre-cum oozed onto her tongue and she lapped it up like some greedy whore. He tasted much better than she did. Fresh and salty, like a savory dessert that was far too expensive for her to consider ordering, but she was getting to sample anyway.
“Suck it,” he commanded. She closed her mouth over the swollen head of his dick, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue over the sensitive slit. He sucked in a breath, pulling backward and almost popping out of her mouth. “Gentle,” he said, holding her head still and repositioning himself. “Try again.”
She felt him bob against her lips and took him into the wet confines of her mouth once more, going a little deeper this time. She swirled her tongue around his marble shaft, licking the velvet skin.
“Hands,” he said. Leah held on to his root and began to pump him, sucking and bobbing her head in time to the sound of her own pulse as it raced through her ears. She cupped his balls, heavy and full, rolling them in her palm while she worked him.
He may have
said something else, but she couldn’t hear him, too busy trying to concentrate on what she was doing, making sure she got it right. Although if a ruler or a leather flogger were to be her punishment for getting it wrong, then she might make the occasional mistake…
“Shit, yes…” he breathed, his grip on her head tightening. He reached down, holding her hand in place. “Slow down or I’m going to come too quick.”
Wasn’t that the point? He wanted to come in her mouth, didn’t he? But she did as she was told and let him choose the pace.
Slow and steady.
Slow and steady.
She went farther down until he hit the back of her mouth. Her gag reflex took charge and she yanked away, head-butting his fist.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
She nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sorry, I’m not used to this… Can I take the blindfold off please?”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He let go of her hair and released the ribbon. The satin mask fell to her lap and she looked up at him. Crap, he looked hot. All bothered and tense, and his cock was so swollen it throbbed. She smirked and dipped forward, taking his tip in her mouth again, this time looking up and keeping eye contact while she left light kisses along the sensitive skin.
“If you keep looking at me like that… Shit…” He threw his head back. His pecs and abs danced as he fought for control. She ran her tongue over the thick vein that snaked up his length. More pearly liquid oozed from the tip. She swallowed it down and took him as deep as she could without gagging.
One hand on his shaft, one hand holding on to his balls, she worked every part of him. She could feel his thighs trembling. His dick bobbed in her mouth, pulsing and twitching as she brought him closer to the edge.
“Fuck!” he yelled, shooting into her mouth. She swallowed each spurt down, reveling in the taste of his climax. Ty ran his hands over her hair, tugging at her as he dropped to his knees and engulfed her in an all-consuming kiss. His cock was beginning to soften, but was still semi-erect and pressing against her thigh as he knocked her back into the bed.
“You’re good at that,” he said between kisses, cupping her face with his palm.
“I have a good teacher.” She smiled, rolling into him. He grabbed her thigh, forcing her leg over his so that the tip of his dick rested at her entrance, still soaked and sore. She wasn’t sure if she could take any more. She wasn’t sure if he had any more to give.
“How do you feel about my lifestyle now?”
She shrugged. “It’s not that bad. I could get used to it. As long as you promise not to offer me to your friends,” she said, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest.
“Never,” he said. “You’re not a commodity, I get that.” He kissed the top of her head and started to drift off. She listened to the steady thump of his heart as it found its resting pace, and the soft snore that came with every other breath. Taking in his relaxed frame, she found herself wondering if her Ty was anything like the one who had existed before she’d come into his life.
* * * *
A metallic trill sliced through the air, disturbing Leah from deep sleep. She reached for her mobile, batting at it to switch the alarm off. But nothing worked. Bleary-eyed, she peered through the darkness and saw Neil’s name flashing up.
Sleep disappeared. She sat bolt upright and clutched the phone to her ear, slapping Ty awake.
“Okay.” She nodded. “Yes.” A grin spread over her face. “Do you want me to come over? Okay. Bye.” She ended the call with a high-pitched squeal. “Maggie’s had a little girl!”
Ty rolled over, running a hand over her naked thigh. “Congratulations,” he croaked. He placed a lingering kiss on the curve of her waist but she shifted out from underneath his lips. “Maybe you can get some more of your stuff while you’re at it.”
Leah reached down, running her fingers through the thick bed of pubic curls, drifting her fingertips over the velvet skin of his cock. She felt it twitch, threatening to harden again. She pressed her lips to his and climbed from under the covers.
“I’ll wait outside the hospital,” he said. “Then we can grab something to eat and fill some more boxes.”
Pulling her clothes on, she turned to face him. Her hands upturned, she curled her fingers into loose fists and held them out to him. “Would you like to handcuff me to make sure I don’t run away as well?” Her arms dropped to her side. “I can drive myself, and I might get some more of my things.”
“The only thing stopping you from moving in was Jerry. He’s gone now—”
“No,” Leah interrupted. “The only thing stopping me was the fact that we barely know each other.” Her mind was like a plate of scrambled eggs. On one hand, she wanted nothing more than to stay with him, to never let him go, but on the other, it had only been a few weeks. She slipped into her heels, growing an additional four inches, and blew out a frustrated breath. “I don’t know whether I’m coming or going right now. I have to go and see Maggie. Maybe we could go out for dinner tonight?”
“You mean a date?”
“Why not?” She shrugged. “We’ve done everything else a couple does. If you want me to move in officially, you’re going to have to earn it.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hazel Clarke was born with a head of thick red hair and bright blue eyes that she blinked in the soft light of the hospital. Leah leaned over the transparent plastic cot and watched as she gurgled and tried to focus on the face in front of her.
“She’s beautiful,” Leah whispered, running a gentle finger down the baby’s nose. “How are you feeling?” she asked, sitting in the hard chair beside Maggie’s bed.
“Exhausted.” Maggie groaned, letting two thick pillows hold all her weight. “The little madam wakes every hour for a feed. I can see why some women choose formula.” She rubbed her chest and grimaced.
“It’s worth it, though.”
“Yes.” She smiled, rolling to her side and watching the baby as she fell into a soft slumber. “Where’s Neil?”
“I passed him in the hall. He’s going home to have a shower and get changed.”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “Anyone would think he was the one who’d spent twelve hours pushing a baby out of his vagina.” She pursed her lips. “Are you okay?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Neil’s asked his mum to come and stay for a few days while I’m in hospital. I don’t want you to think that we’ve evicted you to move her in.”
“Oh, shut up, Maggie. I should have moved out a long time ago.”
“Have you moved in with…?”
“Ty?”
“That’s it. Have you moved in with him?”
“I’m staying at his,” Leah said, treading around the words carefully. “I don’t know if I’m moving in permanently, though. It’s still early days.”
“Some people just know when they’ve found true love.”
“Is it love?” she asked. She’d told Ty that she loved him, but it had only been a week at the most.
“He’s certainly not Kyle.”
“No,” Leah mused. “He’s not.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
“I don’t know… It’s all so…” She waved her hands in the air. “Different. Yvonne’s offered me her sofa.”
“You can’t sleep on a sofa. But it’s up to you.” She yawned.
“I should go and let you rest. I’m going to stop at the house and pick up a few more of my things. Do you want me to get you anything?”
“No, but ask Neil to bring me some chocolate.”
“Okay.” Leah chuckled. “When will they let you go home?”
“I don’t know yet. A couple of days?”
“I’ll come and see you tomorrow then.”
“Say hi to Yvonne.”
“I will do.” She kissed her sister’s cheek before leaving.
Sitting in the car, Leah wasn’t sure wh
ere to go. She glanced at the LED clock and saw that it was fast approaching lunchtime, which explained the grumbling pain that stretched across her stomach. Grabbing her phone, she fired off a quick text to Yvonne, but she was busy training for a ten-k run in a couple of weeks. She tried Rainie, wondering if she would get a reply at all. Leah smiled to herself when Rainie agreed to meet her.
* * * *
Rainie sat in the exact same seat she had the last time she and Leah met for coffee. But this time, she wasn’t daydreaming about being made into a swan. A lot had happened since they’d broken up for the summer holidays, and the autumn term was growing closer. She wasn’t interested in forcing Jerry to find her attractive. She’d been noticed by Lance. He wasn’t as good-looking as Jerry, or as fit, but he hadn’t scarpered as soon as they woke up either.
She lifted the mug to her lips and took a long drink, only placing it back on the table when Leah walked in. Rainie kept her stony expression as Leah slipped into the chair opposite and put her handbag by her leg. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe her. It was that she did. Jerry had used her to try to sneak into Leah’s knickers. Envy wasn’t an attractive emotion, Rainie knew that all too well, but she couldn’t help getting a glimpse of the green-eyed monster.
“It really wasn’t my fault,” Leah started, as if reading Rainie’s mind. “He came on to me, and I—”
“I know.” Rainie nodded, draining the last dregs from her cup. “I didn’t agree to meet you just so I could give you a hard time. You’ve been a good friend over the past few weeks. More than any of the other staff.” She couldn’t help the pang of loneliness that edged her words.
Leah reached out and grabbed Rainie’s hands. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a bitch.”
“You haven’t. I wish we’d gotten to know each other sooner. It would have been nice to have…a friend. But I’m sure you have plenty. You don’t need me.” She took a deep breath and looked Leah in the eye. “Why did you call me?”
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