It Wasn't Even A Date

Jake

When Mike asked me to pick up his girl and show her around, I didn't know what to think. Mike and I haven't talked much since we graduated, but he knew I've never left Boston, so he called and, just like old times, he sweet-talked me into doing what he wanted. I still owe him a few favors from our college roommate days, and curiosity about Mike's new girl got the best of me. Mike explained that Nora is here for a conference this weekend, and he didn't want her to be alone in the city. She's staying at the Graduate Hotel, and I am now five minutes late picking her up for dinner.

Of course, I've never met Nora, so I have no clue what to expect. In college, Mike usually went for the classic girl next door types, mostly blondes, but who knows now? When the cab pulls into the valet drop-off area, I tap my phone to pay before I step out. After a few seconds, the familiar beep sounds. I thank the driver before heading in. The Graduate hasn't changed much on the outside, but I am surprised to find that the inside is not clad in the old-world luxury decor I remembered. The lobby is decorated in minimalistic black and white decor, and they've moved to a modern glam look.

I take a minute to look around, remembering how different things were the last time I was here before I make my way towards the restaurant. Grabbing a seat at the bar, I order a soda and pull out my phone again. I have a text from an unknown number from a few minutes ago.

"I'm running late, see you in ten."

I sit there and watch the people around me, enjoying the calm ambiance with the lights overhead. The slow jazz tunes playing over the speakers add a nice touch of sophistication. I scan the room, focusing on each set of people as I go. There are a few men in suits at a high table behind me discussing a merger deal, and an older couple that looks to be on a date sitting at the other end of the bar.

I'm pulled back from my thoughts when the scent of sweet strawberries overwhelms my senses, sending a wave of arousal coursing through my veins. I turn around just in time to see a dark-haired beauty taking the seat next to me. I am frozen for a moment, the combination of feeling drunk off her scent and lost in her beauty rendering me useless. That delicious strawberries and cream is making me salivate, how embarrassing! As if that's not enough, she's got an hourglass figure, wearing a little black dress that's classy but sexy at the same time. She's got legs for days in golden strappy heels that accentuate her silky smooth caramel skin. Her dark brown hair is pinned into a messy bun with a few curls hanging loose around her face.

If I weren't meeting Nora, I'd make it my mission to get to know this girl tonight. I realize I'm staring at the same moment she starts speaking to me.

"You know it's rude to undress someone with your eyes like that, right?"

Oops. I chuckle. "Guilty, I'm sorry. Please take it as a compliment, you are gorgeous."

"Thank you."

I watch as she orders a Coke before looking around. I sip my soda and try to work out what to say, but don't get far because she speaks first.

"So you're not going to ask me to join you for dinner then? No ploy to get my number?"

I laugh again. She's forward. I like that. "Did I disappoint you?”

“No, I’m just surprised.”

“Well, I'd love to have dinner with you, but I am meeting someone tonight. If you're interested, we could exchange info and meet up another time?" I can’t resist shooting my shot here; she teed me up so well.

"Probably for the best. You’re saving me from having to politely shut you down. I'm also meeting someone here tonight."

I watch her check her phone and fire off a quick text. It's not until my phone chimes a moment later that I realize what's happening.

"Looks like you already have my number. You’re Nora?" What are the odds!

"You're Jake?"

We both laugh before she says, "Well, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too."

She shakes my hand politely and stands. She is not at all what I expected, and I find myself constantly checking her out. After a few silent moments, I stand and pull out my wallet to pay for the drinks before offering her my arm.

"Let's get to our reservation. You're going to love it."

She slips her hand over my elbow, resting it on my bicep delicately. She's closer now, and once again I'm wafted with that intoxicating strawberries and cream scent she wears so well.

Is this really Mike's girl? Her with him? How? Where did he find her?

I keep repeating that mantra to myself in my head as we make our way out of the lobby. This is going to be a long night.

Nora

Mike had mentioned Jake a handful of times since we've been together, but he'd never shared any photos of him, so I had no idea who to expect. Of all the people in that restaurant, what are the odds? Somehow, he looks familiar, but I can't quite place where I've seen him before.

Jake leads me to the curb right as a cab pulls up. He opens the door and holds my hand to steady me as I climb into the back seat before sliding in beside me.

"We're headed to Rino's place off of Saratoga."

The driver enters the address into his GPS, then looks at us through the rearview mirror with a smile. "I should have you there in 20 minutes."

Jake turns to me then, "You do like Italian, right?" His expression is odd; it's as if it just occurred to him that he didn't ask, and he's terrified he's made a mistake.

"Yes, Italian’s great."

I watch his shoulders fall, and he sighs and nods. "Perfect. You're going to love this place, it's one of my favorites."

I shake my head and laugh politely. I've been to Rino's plenty of times, but there was no reason to ruin this for him. For the majority of the ride to the restaurant, we sit in semi-awkward silence after that. I am awful at small talk, so I choose to focus on looking out the window and enjoying the sights of the city. Ugh! Why did I let Michael set this up? I should be attempting conversation, but we'll have plenty of time for that at dinner.

Thanksfully, Jake doesn't seem to mind. I feel his gaze land on me periodically, but only for a moment. Beside the occasional glances, we fall into a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride. It's as if he's an old friend. His relaxed demeanor helps put me at ease. I am glad neither of us feels the obligation to fill the space even though we're strangers.

When we make it to the restaurant, Jake offers a hand to help me get out of the car and steady myself, then places a hand at the small of my back as he leads me towards the main entrance. I notice he's not shy about being close to me. I don't mind as much as I should. Unlike Mike, Jake's presence doesn't feel forced or obligatory; his touch is intentional and soft, and he's been a gentleman all night.

Jake

I didn't realize our proximity until we were being directed towards our table. Still high off the strawberry scent, I grin as I notice how almost every man in the room looks at Nora as we walk by. It feels natural to be close to Nora, to protect her. To claim her.

But she's not yours! The voice in my head screams as I continue to remind myself to back off. Instinctively, I grab the collar of her coat and help her shrug it off and hang it on her chair. I pull her chair out for her and help her scoot her chair before sitting down across from her. The server is quick to bring water and ask for our orders.

When I agreed to this, I was nervous we wouldn't have anything to talk about. Mike probably prepared Nora and told her about me, a courtesy he didn't extend to me. She's asking me questions about my startup, what it's like living here, and how Mike was in college —everyday things. I reciprocate with questions about what she does, what she thought of the conference she is attending, and how she likes Boston so far.

We breeze through subjects seamlessly. The conversation is flowing so easily, I am astonished when I realize the time. I've been having a genuinely good time, nearly forgetting this isn’t a date. Nora is smart, kind, funny, beautiful in a unique way... Of course, Mike would find her first. I shouldn’t be surprised, it worked that way back in college as well.

Once we've finished our meals and finished off the bottle of wine, I consider taking her for a walk, but not knowing what the expectations are, I don't want to be presumptuous or cross any lines. Thankfully, the server brings the check to me and pulls me out of my thoughts. I'm ready to get out of here. I pull out my wallet to pay, not thinking anything of it until Nora speaks up.

"Oh, I can get my own. We can split the wine."

"Nonsense, I've got it." I hand the cash back to the server with the ticket without hesitation.

The server speaks before leaving us, "It's been a pleasure to take care of you two lovebirds today. I hope you have the best night!" The server turns and walks away, leaving us before we could reply. I notice Nora's cheeks flush a deep pink at the assumption.

"Shall we?" I ask. She nods, and we both stand. I help her with her coat and follow her towards the door. She's quiet as we hail a cab, so I have to be the one to break the silence.

"Would you join me for a drink? I want to show you the best view in the city."

I regret the words as soon as I've said them. Of course, it's too late to retract the invitation.

"The best view in the city, huh? When you put it like that, how can I refuse?"

I chuckle. I'm not sure if she feels the electrifying energy between us the way I do, but I hope she does. Inviting her to my penthouse was definitely not in the plans, but it is the best view in the city. Okay, I may be a bit biased, but others have said it too. I don't want to take her back to the hotel, I enjoy her company way too much. I know this is dangerous, but I want her. I can't deny it even a little.

If this thing between us goes both ways, then maybe one night of fun would help get it out of our systems. No, that's too much temptation. She's Mike's girl, I should not even ask. I need to get this temptation out of my head and stay within my boundaries, that's it. There's no going back now, so when the cab arrives, we get in and I give the driver the address to the building.

Why did she agree? Does she know she just agreed to come to my place? What if she thought I meant a bar? Dammit, I never get this worked up about women.

I repeat it to myself over and over in my head. Her voice shakes me from my thoughts.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh, sorry I'm being rude, I've just been thinking about Mike, don't take any offense to this, but you're just not what I expected when Mike called and asked me to meet up with you."

"What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Just not you… But in a good way." In a good way? Jesus, I need to get a grip.

"Well, when Mike told me about his smart techie friend with the start-up, I didn't picture you either. So I guess we're even."

"I don't know what to make of that. So, how did you meet Mike anyway?"

"Well, a mutual colleague set us up. We have nothing in common, but he's sweet and kind. He's the farthest thing from my ex, and he is low profile. It's still new, we are just getting to know each other."

"That's understandable." I almost asked for more details. It’s hard not to, but I know I shouldn’t pry. I am so curious. I often find that if I don't ask, people will tell me anyway, when the time is right.

Nora

I am so tired of explaining this, but I know it's not his fault for asking. Everyone has been curious, Christie even said we don’t match. It’s true, we're nothing alike, but we get along well! We've only had three dates.

After the very public way Ethan's cheating was exposed, I never wanted to set foot in Boston again. I started over and never mentioned that I had ever lived in Boston when I moved. If I could rewind and completely erase that entire relationship, I would in a heartbeat. What a mess. But here I am, back in Boston. It's only a conference, one weekend, and I planned to lay low until Mike insisted on this. Since Mike doesn't know I am familiar with the area, he was trying to be thoughtful by coordinating for me to meet Jake. I figured that Boston’s big enough; it would be very unlikely to run into anyone I knew from before. Until Jake said, "That's understandable," I thought everything was fine. But what if Jake knows Ethan?

"Wait, were you there?"

Just then, I notice the driver pulling into a parking garage. I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going, and Jake never specified our destination. "Where are we going?"

"My place. The Windsor is known for having some of the best views in the city."

"That depends on which wing you live in. The Applegate building blocks half the skyline if you're on the east side."

"How do you know that?"

Fuck. I know I can't lie my way out of this one, so I may as well just come clean.

"Well, I used to live here. At the Windsor, actually. Oh god, please don't tell Mike. He doesn't know about my time in Boston. I told him I’d never been here before."

"Relax, I won't, but I think I deserve an explanation. Are you ashamed of Boston?”

“No! Not at all. It’s not like that.”

“I have lived here for a while now, and I know most of the other people in the building. I don't think I've seen you here before. I would have remembered."

You would have remembered. That’s funny. He must be living under a rock. Everyone saw what happened. I even made the front page of one of the local tabloids. OK, time to rip off the band-aid. Maybe I can be vague, and he will let this go.

We step out of the cab and head towards the elevator. I watch as he calmly hits the button and swipes his key card to call the elevator down before he looks at me expectantly.

"I was in the west wing, 10th floor. I'm not ashamed of Boston. Honestly, I love it here. About a year ago, I had a very embarrassing and public breakup, and I left Boston and never looked back. I chose to just leave out that part of my life when I started over because I wanted a fresh start without anyone knowing what happened."

"Oh shit. I do remember you now. I'm so sorry. For what it's worth, Ethan's a dick."

Jake

Everything is falling into place now. As soon as she mentioned the breakup, I knew exactly who she was. Nora is the woman who walked in on Ethan fucking some college girls at his birthday party. Girls. Plural. If I am not mistaken, they were engaged, and she flushed the half-million-dollar engagement ring before leaving. And because Ethan is Ethan, it was in every tabloid, and they spun those stories in every way against Nora. Poor Nora was painted in such a bad light, and Ethan was the one who got caught cheating. The whole thing was entirely unfair.

Looking at Nora now, it's a wonder she was with a man like Ethan at all. Hell, Mike makes even less sense for her now, all things considered. As we step into the elevator, I notice Nora's demeanor has changed. Her confidence has fallen, a shroud of dark clouds overpowering the sparkle I saw before. Her shoulders are slumped as she looks down at the floor and clutches her handbag tightly in front of her, as if using the thing as a shield.

I hadn't meant to bring up a sore subject. The more I learn about her, the more intrigued I become. A woman like Nora doesn’t deserve all that she’s been through; no one does.

"You probably think I'm a joke. I feel awful for hiding this. It just felt like the right thing at the time."

Her shaky voice startles me. What happened to the confident, taunting woman I'd had dinner with? Where did that Nora disappear to? We had a real conversation; she's quick as a whip and equally brutal. It's been so long since I’ve just talked to someone so easily like we did at dinner. She's so much more than a joke. The thought of her feeling down on herself over this shit makes my blood start to boil. I want to go over to Ethan's place downstairs and teach him a lesson right now. Fucker deserves to bleed for this. I take a deep breath, working to steady my heart rate.

My voice is flat and deep as I speak again, choosing my words carefully. "Don’t put words in my mouth, and definitely don't go around thinking you know what I think. You don't." I didn't mean for that to come out so harshly, but it needed to be said. Another slow breath, in and out.

"What do you think?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

Her voice is sure, but she's looking down, shoulders slumped and arms crossed in front of her. The body language is clear; she is closing off, shutting down. I've seen it before. Her mind is spiraling.

"Look at me."

Several long moments passed, and she still isn’t willing to look at me. This is a pet peeve of mine. It kills me when something, or in this case someone, cuts a woman down so far that they won't even look people in the eye. I have a very particular palette for control in my relations with women, but that relies on a foundation of respect. And nothing crushes me more than seeing women disrespected, especially a woman like Nora.

Her pulse is jumping. She’s well on her way to having a panic attack, I can see the quickening rise and fall of her chest. Fuck. I need to do something, but what can I do? I don’t know her well enough to understand how to help. I was at Ethan's party, but I arrived late and only caught the very end of the commotion and drama; everything with Nora had already transpired, and she was already leaving as I got there. I saw the tabloids, the photos they plastered all over the place. It's no wonder she left the city. This poor woman. She's brave to come back at all. My anger only grows as I consider how she must be feeling coming back here. If I had known, I would not have brought her here at all, but how could I have known?

Instinctively, I reach out, a finger under her chin to lift her face to force her to maintain eye contact as I speak.

"I think leaving and forgetting any of this shit happened may have been exactly what you needed to heal. You didn’t make that decision lightly. It takes courage to start over, Nora. I think what happened to you was awful, and you don't deserve that. All that matters is that deep down, you did what you thought was best for you. No one else's opinion matters, not even mine. And you came back here, after everything. You didn't let what happened stop you. Nora, you are an intelligent, kind, and brave woman. Ethan didn’t deserve you. I won't deny that it was a real low point, but you bounced back from all of it. And you have nothing to be ashamed of. You need to stop thinking about what happened. Forget the tabloids. They’ve moved on, so should you! Fuck what anyone else thinks. Hold your head high and don't be afraid to go after what you want. Can you do that for me, Nora?"

By the time I was done speaking, she had backed up, and I’d followed her until I had her pinned against the back wall of the elevator—face to face, bodies only inches away from each other. I didn't realize I had gotten so close, but I need to keep her attention on me so she won’t panic. For a moment, she’s still, frozen in time. Shit, did I read her wrong? I had just spoken to her like I would speak with one of my subs.

I continue to study her, looking for any indication of her emotions. I've seen similar signs of trauma, and everyone deals with them differently. I let out a shaky breath when her breathing slows, and I'm relieved to see her eyes soften slightly, as if she’s coming out of wherever she went in her mind. This was never what I intended, but I am glad it worked. I was right, and just as it had with Victoria, stating the facts and providing reassurance was the grounding touch; thank God it worked for Nora. She is still fighting tears, but she’s coming back. I can tell she is shaken, but as she looks me in the eyes now, rather than shame, I see fire. I steady my breath but do not break eye contact, waiting for her to make a move.

When the elevator slows, I speak again.

“Can you do that for me, Nora?”

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

Her voice is much steadier now. We both stare at each other for a second longer before the door opens. I turn on my heel, hoping she will follow me into my place. Did she just call me sir? Did I just praise her? Fuck. Those words out of her mouth, the obedience, the fact that I was able to help get her out of her head, this is insane. Seeing the immediate recognition on her face, a thrilling satisfaction washes over me. What’s just happened? This only makes me want her more. Fuck.

Okay, maybe don’t look at all. Fuck! I return to my mantra as I turn to look back at her. I shrug off my suit jacket to hang it on the hall tree, then roll my sleeves up, being intentionally slow about it to give her some more time to gather herself.

"Come. I promised you a view." I gesture for her to follow me to the windows. I hear the click of her heels on the marble floor and smile as I make my way to my bar in the corner. I grab two crystal tumblers and pour two fingers in each from my decanter. I watch as she walks up to the windows that extend down the entire left wall of my open-concept space.

Nora

Jake just pulled me out of a full-on panic. He said all the right things, as if he knew exactly what I needed to hear. As those thoughts run through my head, something else occurs to me. Mike doesn’t know about my panic attacks. Shit! What if he mentions this to Mike? More than that, I am fairly certain Jake is a dom, and I just called him 'Sir', instinctively taking the role of his sub. I recognize that tone he used. His smooth, practiced display in the elevator —the touch, the eye contact —it all speaks volumes. He knows what he is doing; he saw me falling and stopped it. He pulled me back.

This should scare the hell out of me, and it does, but there’s a roar of excitement coursing through my veins that's quickly overtaking everything else. Why does this feel so intimate? What the hell is going on here? How did he get inside my head so easily? I never intended to cross any lines with him; I would never do that to Michael. Have we somehow crossed a line? Should I even be here? Maybe I should go. But we've just arrived; it would be rude to insist on leaving so soon. I can’t decide.

I watch him raise a glass to his lips. He rolled up his sleeves when we got here; those muscular forearms are making it hard to put my attention anywhere else. Flashes of fantasies of Jake doing all sorts of things to me roll through my mind, playing like a highlight reel of what could be. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a dynamic like that. I have a feeling he'll break me apart, pushing me to the brink of insanity over and over just to prove he can. He just seems like someone who would enjoy that. I shouldn't want him, it's so wrong, but deep down I crave it.

After Ethan, I thought I'd never want to sub again. One of the reasons I chose Michael is that he didn't push me in any way. So far, he’s been safe, wholesome even. The lack of spice has been comfortable, but being here with Jake, the temptation is insane. I didn't realize how much I missed it.

I'm thankful Jake snapped me out of those awful, intrusive thoughts. They seem to appear whenever I'm reminded of what happened nowadays; they’ve been getting worse and worse. I need to stop thinking about it, but it’s hard, especially being here again. I try to ground myself by observing the surroundings, counting, and all the techniques my therapist has advised me to try.

Jake's place is amazing. The minimalist decor and open floor plan are elegant, but the focus remains on the view; it's very tastefully designed. Sitting here on the chaise near the window, I feel some of the stress melting away as I look out towards the horizon. I need to force myself to stay focused and composed.

This view is gorgeous, and he’s right; It’s probably one of the best in the city. The evening with Jake has been incredible. I feel like myself around him. He knows about what happened, and he didn’t make me explain or defend myself about it. There's no looming secret I have to worry that he will uncover. I can't deny that I am attracted to him; he's easy on the eyes, to say the least. He's easy to be around. Easy to talk to. But more than anything, I feel the electricity between us. There's something about him that I can't quite put my finger on, but I want to know more. I want to find out. I really shouldn't be here with him, especially not alone. He's everything I ran away from. He's dangerously attractive, charming, and successful, likely exactly the type of man I would normally find myself falling for.

The thing is, I am dating Michael for a reason. I promised myself I would not go down this path again. I practically swore off this particular type of man for a reason. God, this is making me rethink everything. Just once, I'd love to feel that thrill again. The feeling of that uninhibited release, the high of letting go, of being pushed. Fuck. As images of Jake and I doing all sorts of salacious things go through my head, I feel the blush heating my skin. I need to cool off and get a grip. What’s gotten into me? I already feel so guilty for lying to Michael about Boston. I can't do this to him. Sleeping with his college roommate? That's a new low.

Jake walks over then, pulling me from my thoughts. He hands me a drink before taking a few steps up stand closer to the windows in front of me. Sitting here looking out at the city on the horizon, looking at his profile in the reflection, I take a sip of the cool amber liquor. As the familiar burn warms my taste buds, I take a deep breath and remind myself it's in my best interest to get through this drink and get back to my hotel room.

Jake

Watching Nora raise the crystal to her lips in the reflection of the glass, I know I need to tread carefully here. We are treading dangerous waters, and I really don’t want to fuck things up with Mike. Her voice jars me from my worry.

“Hmmm. Macallan 25, good choice.”

A woman who appreciates single malt. Unexpected! That's another tidbit I'll file away for later. I take a sip of my own drink, contemplating the turn of events this evening, enjoying the way the amber liquid glides over my tongue.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for bringing me here. The view is spectacular.”

We make eye contact in the reflection again. She's sitting there on the edge of the chaise, her gaze fixed on me. Those strappy heels are extending her already long legs crossed in front of her so delicately, as if she’s begging me to notice. I imagine running my hands up those delicious thighs, pushing that dress up slowly, inch by inch, until she's fully exposed for me.

I have to discreetly adjust myself before my cock pitches a tent she shouldn't see in my pants. She's Mike's girl. I keep reminding myself of this, but my cock doesn't care. Fucking Traitor. I adjust myself, trying to be discreet. This is the last thing I need.

“How long have you lived here?”

“Five years, give or take a few months.”

“You're lucky. I miss evenings with this view.”

You can stay anytime. Oh no. I almost said that out loud. Fuck. What am I thinking? No. Mike's girl. She cannot stay; I wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation.

“I am definitely enjoying every bit of the view tonight.” My eyes are locked on hers in the reflection in the glass as I speak, fully intending the double entendre in my words. Her blush intensifies; oh, this is dangerous. I can’t help myself. It's the truth. My resolve is slipping fast.

“What's your favorite part?”

Ohhh, testing the waters, are we? Sure, I'll play along. Maybe she feels this pull as much as I do. I can tell she's holding on to some intense baggage; underneath the mask of the calm and collected everyday woman is a completely different being. The hurt, embarrassment, and lord knows what else have all made her close off; she's become a shell of herself.

“If I had to pick, I like the hard and soft edges. For me, they represent immense resilience and strength. Although quite captivating at first glance, if you look closer, there are also the rough edges and hidden aspects only visible to a select few. And that’s where the real beauty lies. There's so much potential… so much fun to be had.”

She keeps her eyes locked on mine. I can see the fire in her eyes as she takes another slow sip and then sets her glass down on the table. She smooths her dress as she stands and walks up right next to me. Too close to me. The strawberries and cream scent she is wearing makes my mouth water.

“And what kind of fun do you have in mind?”

Wow. Now this I wasn’t expecting. She’s quick! Is she really flirting back? What does this mean? I take another sip of my scotch as I consider what to say next. How far is this going to go? How far am I willing to let it go? I run my fingers through my hair; it’s become a nervous tick of sorts. I stare at myself in the reflection, grinning. She’s grinning too, as if she’s daring me.

“The unforgettable, life-changing kind.”

“Well then, count me in.”

Ummm, what have we just agreed to? I don’t know that I know.

“Just like that? You don't even know what you're agreeing to!”

“That's okay, I know I'll be in good hands.”

“What are you saying?”

“What are you saying?”

“Oh, Princess, you're playing with fire here.”

Fuck did I just call her Princess? This is Mike’s girl. Not my girl. I have no business thinking this way about her this way, let alone calling her pet names. I need to get a grip. Fuck! Is she just a flirt? She doesn’t seem like a woman who’d cheat, yet she’s met me step for step so far.

Nora

“Am I?” The heat of his gaze on me is stronger than the summer sun on a Florida beach. He stands less than a foot from me now. He was dangerously close, but I couldn't make myself move. The smell of his cologne and the intention in his eyes had me frozen in place. And that nickname, where did that come from? Princess. No one’s ever called me that before. You know, I don't hate it. I’ll never admit that to him.

“Don't start something you don't intend to finish. There's no going back after crossing that line.” The low, even timbre of his voice sends chills down my spine. He's right, there's no going back. I want to hold strong here, but he’s making this really difficult. I can barely function at all with his attention on me. The more I look at him, the more we talk, the more I want to give in to this growing temptation.

“I'm not starting–.”

“It's still new with Mike, isn’t it?” He cuts me off with a grin, as if he already knows the answer.

“No– Okay, yes. Three dates.” I didn't know what to say, but lying hasn’t been working out well for me, so the truth is probably best. Mike and I are moving so slowly. I’ll be the first to admit, there is little chemistry between us. He is a safe choice, nice enough. But there’s no… well, this. Whatever this is between Jake and me, it makes me feel something. His words echo again in my head, ‘there's no going back after crossing that line.’ He’s right.

I shouldn’t want this, I shouldn’t feel this way. It’s wrong. I don’t want to be that woman, especially not after everything with Ethan. We are going down a dangerous road. I need to stop this. What was I thinking coming here? And now I am standing here, turned on by the idea of sleeping with his friend.

I focus on squeezing my thighs together, trying to calm the arousal between my legs. He is looking at me like I am a hors d'oeuvre and he hasn't eaten in weeks. Fuck! I take a few steps back and set my scotch on the table before sitting spine straight, hands folded to my lap, watching him watch me. Taking a few deep breaths helps me school my features, but my anxiety is still lingering. It’s been so long, but the feeling of being the prey, a plaything for a man like this, it’s still familiar. In an innately depraved way, it makes me want to give myself to him. Somehow, I get the feeling that if given the opportunity, he will make it a night that we will never forget. I finish off my glass, hoping the Macallan will give me strength. I know this is wrong, a total mistake, but I realize I will regret not going for it even more. I know what I need to do.

“Where’s the washroom?”

“First door on the left.”

“Thanks. Excuse me.”

I grab my bag and walk that way. Once I close the door and lock it, I take care of relieving myself while trying to muster up the courage to make this call. I wash my hands and dry them, then take a few deep breaths before pulling out my phone. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I select the number from my contacts and press the green phone icon to call. A small scared part of me hopes he doesn’t answer, but no such luck.

“Hey! Everything okay?”

“Hey! Oh! Yeah, everything's fine. Dinner was great.”

“Oh, good. I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Are you back at the hotel? How do you like Boston so far? Have you explored much today?”

“Boston’s great. Hey, I need to come clean. It was a dark time for me, and I don’t like talking about it, so I said I’d never been, but the truth is I lived in Boston for a while.”

“Okay, wow. Thanks for telling me, I guess. I hope that one day you’ll feel comfortable telling me why, but I won’t push.”

“God, why do you have to be such a good, considerate guy? I hate that I lied to you, and I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Coming back here made me realize some things. I don’t think this is working out between us. You’re a great guy, you’ve been great to me, but it’s just not what I am looking for. I am sorry.”

“Thanks for being honest. I won't lie, I am disappointed, but I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“You too. Take care, Michael.”

“Bye Nora.”

I hang up the phone and tuck it back into my bag before making my way back to the chaise. Jake is still standing there, sipping his drink by the window. Our reflections meet in the mirror, and a long moment passes before he speaks again.

“There's no denying whatever this is. What if what happens in Boston, stays in Boston?” Just then, his phone chimes. He pulls it out of his pocket and then looks up at me with surprise. Michael must have told him.

“You didn’t do that because of me, right?”

“No, tonight just made me realize that I should stop lying to myself; it wasn’t a good match.”

Fuck what the hell am I doing? I don’t have time to overthink it because he is walking back towards me now. His steps are calculated. Slow and even.

Jake

Finally, she acknowledges what I’ve seen ever since I understood who she is. After being with Ethan, it’s no wonder she chose Mike next. They couldn’t be more different, but it’s understandable for her to choose someone who is the opposite of Ethan, right? But of all the people, Mike? Logically, it makes sense, but that must have been torturous for her.

The brutal honesty in her words ignites a new level of passion inside me. I can see she’s sitting right on the edge of panic again, and something within me snaps. I am walking towards her without a second thought, closing the distance between us with a few quick steps. As I get closer, I notice the daring look in her big brown eyes. It contradicts her anxiety; she’s fighting herself here. I know I need to get her out of her head, otherwise this won’t be enjoyable for either of us. What is happening anyway? I don’t want to assume. I should not give in to temptation here, even if she broke up with him. She’s emotional, and he’s my friend; it’s not right.

As if right on cue, my phone goes off, he’s replied. I pull the phone out of my pocket and read the text.

Do you know why she ended it? Did she say anything?

Ahh, this sucks. It’s an ethical dilemma now. I do know why, but she told me in confidence, and explaining may lead to other questions I don’t know how to answer. He doesn’t know anything about Ethan, what happened, who she was before, all of it is off limits. Fuck. I type out a quick response and hit send.

She hasn’t said anything to me. I am sorry.

I lock my phone and place it back in my pocket, not wanting to ignore her. I realize my mistake the moment I look up at her. Hasn’t implies she still can. I meant didn’t, but that would be a lie. Fucking great. I am now officially the asshole. The way she bats those thick lashes as she looks up at me immediately loosens my resolve. It’s too late, I can’t fix it now. He’s probably already seen the message. This is sooo not good. I need to get my shit together.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I sit beside her, watching for any signs of distress. Surprisingly, she’s mostly calm. I wish I could be that calm right now.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Well, you’ve had quite a day. Why don’t you sit back? Relax a bit. Can I get you another drink?” I need another drink.

“No, thank you.”

“May I?” I can’t contain the need to touch her anymore, so I kneel in front of her, waiting for her consenting nod before taking one leg in my lap to work on untying her heels. Her skin is silky soft, smooth as butter under my fingers.

“You don't have to–”

“Stop. Let me take care of you.” I don’t know why I said that. She nods again, and I continue. I do want to take care of her, but not in a normal platonic way. I quickly clarify. “Absolutely no pressure, you can leave at any time, but if you decide you'd like to stay, I'd love to spend the evening together, wherever that leads. What do you think?”

I hope that’s vague and open enough. I don’t want to take advantage of her in any way. This, whatever happens, needs to be on her terms. To a point, of course. I can’t help what I like, and I know she likes it too. I grin as I finish untying the shoes and set them aside, then continue gently massaging her feet as we talk.

“Okay.”

“Really, just like that?”

“What? You don’t want me to stay?”

“It’s not that at all. I just anticipated that I’d have to work harder to convince you.”

“Oh, Sorry. In that case, maybe I’m not sure yet. Go ahead, convince me. This massage is a good start.”

“You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Nope. Especially if you’re going to continue the massage, I am not going anywhere.”

She’s quick, and that raw, uninhibited honesty, the bratty sing-song of her tone, oh yeah. She’s mastered this art. She’s one of the dangerous ones. The twinkle in her eyes makes me think that all of the banter between us thrills her, probably more than she is letting on. We both laugh. I fight my instinct to grab a fistful of her hair and execute an attitude adjustment, remembering that she’s not mine to correct. Damn, I really do want her to be, though. So so bad. Maybe more because of the circumstances of our meeting, as awful as that sounds. This is a serious violation of the bro code.

My phone rings. Of course. What perfect timing.

“It’s Michael, isn’t it?”

“Probably.”

“It’s okay, take it.”

I nod. Stand and pull the phone from my pocket. I walk towards the bar as I touch the icon to answer.

“Hey Mike.”

“She’s there, with you right now, isn’t she? You said ‘she hasn’t said anything’, not ‘she didn’t say anything.’ Can she hear us?”

“Yes, I’m still with her. No, she’s not listening. I’m so–”

“Don’t. I’m glad she’s not alone. And, for what it’s worth, she sounded more sure of herself than I’ve ever seen her when she spoke with me earlier. I don’t know what happened, but I am happy for her. She’s a total catch, and I am sad things didn’t work out, but I don’t disagree with her; we aren’t compatible. I don’t know if it’s turned this way or not, but if you two happen to hit it off, I won’t have a problem with it. You two make sense, you’re good for her. I think I knew that deep down when I called you to set this up. Just do me a favor and take care of her so I don’t have to kick your ass.”

We both chuckle. This is definitely not what I expected.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I don’t want to keep you. Enjoy your night, both of you.”

“Thanks. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Wow. He just gave me permission. Fucker was always ten steps ahead, I should know by now. I pocket my phone and walk back to where I was kneeling in front of her. I finish untying one shoe and then switch to working on the other.

“Do I get to know what he said?” Her tone as she asks wavers a bit, as if she’s unsure if she wants to know.

“He said we make sense, and he told us to enjoy our night.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So now what?”

“What do you want Nora?”

She smiles, but doesn’t answer right away. What she says next surprises me.

“I want to get out of my head, to enjoy the evening without overthinking it. That’s hard for me, I'll admit I overthink everything.”

“I think I know just the thing.”

“You do?”

“Yes. But we need to set some ground rules first. I need you to be honest with me; we need to discuss some limits and safety.”

She sits there, watching me with curiosity, her back way too rigid. She nods, but she’s nervous, anxious maybe. I'm not sure, maybe both? She needs to relax. Instinctively, I start giving her a foot rub, and we fall into a comfortable silence for a bit. Eventually, she leans back, propping herself up on her arms behind her. As she relaxes, I can tell she’s feeling more comfortable; she’s enjoying my touch and looking down at me with so much fire in her eyes. She is stifling back moans once she finally lets go enough. I am so glad the foot rub is calming her.

Meanwhile, my mind is quickly going down a treacherous path of possibilities. I find myself considering what she'd look like tied in silks in a shibari position or three. From there, I consider sensory play, then other things. The options are endless. I know she and Ethan played, but I have no idea and don’t care to know what that fucker was into. Would she be into impact or breath play? Does she have any allergies, physical ailments, or health conditions that I should be aware of? I need to know the basics; I don’t want details. Fuck, as much as I want to pull her off that chaise and push her up against the windows while I fuck her senseless right now, realistically, if I plan to see this through with her, we have to talk safety first.

“Are you familiar with using red, yellow, and green check-in signals?”

“Yes. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down or getting uncomfortable, green for comfortable to continue.”

“Good.”

“Good, and where are you now?”

I swept my fingertips just beneath the hem of her dress, grazing two fingers slowly up her sensitive inner thigh as I wait for an answer.

“Green.”

“Good.”

Nora

Okay, this is really happening. I appreciate that Jake's not shy; I feel the butterflies and anxious anticipation building quickly inside me. Jake is clinical in his approach, distracting me with a foot rub was genius. I know he's trying to make me comfortable so we can have an honest conversation, and I appreciate him taking charge. He surprises me when he speaks again.

"I think you'd look absolutely gorgeous tied up and at my mercy, posed for my viewing… and using pleasure.”

His eyes are dark and bore into me like nothing I've experienced before. Flashes of me tied up, bent over the sofa, or tied to a bed.. It all goes through my mind like a highlight reel. I am instantly craving the feeling, remembering the thrill of being tied up has tingles warming me all over. Would he use silk? Or rope? Would he handcuff me? And once I am immobilized, what then? Is he into teasing me? Toys? Would he use an implement to tickle me with? Will he make me beg him? A delicious mix of fear and arousal coursed through my veins. Just as that sinks in, he speaks again.

“On the other hand, maybe you need to get out of your head. How about I blindfold you and lay you over my knee? I think you'd quite enjoy me painting your ass red until you begged me to fuck you against this window.”

Oh shit. That answers that. How did he know what I was thinking about?

“If you’re asking me to choose, I'd prefer to be tied up. I'm not keen on impact.”

“Understood. Impact is off the menu, for now. The blush you are wearing makes me think that maybe deep down, you might need to be spanked. Have you been tied up before?”

His questions continue, unabashedly direct and completely calculated, all the while he massages me, moving up my thighs, my shoulders, my arms... I answer most of the questions easily, although some make me blush more than others. I know it is best to be honest and open about these things, so I do my best. This is good, we need to have the safety talk, and his practiced massaging has me languid as we do it.

He continues to explain things he'd like to do to me, with me, and for me. We discuss condoms and establish our plan for safety, then we get to discussing what I am interested in, what I’ve done before, and what I'd like to try. There is no way we'll do even half of these things in one night, but it’s been great to have an open conversation about it. I feel myself blush red as a tomato listening to Jake’s admissions about the things he enjoys. Each one seems to become increasingly more creative and specific. The way he describes the things he wants to try should be illegal. This is a special kind of torturous foreplay, picturing him doing any number of things with me, to me… he is a filthy creature, and most women would probably run out of here, but I am so turned on right now, I couldn’t move even if I tried. I press my knees together, so aroused that it hurts. My mouth is dry and I can’t sit still. What is he doing to me?

The detailed yet informal discussion about our desires is comforting; he isn’t judging and seems pleased by my answers. I notice he doesn’t bother hiding his tented trousers, and I find comfort in knowing he is equally affected by our current circumstances. By the time we've finished discussing hard and soft limits, we’ve imagined numerous possibilities and discussed many things. I don’t think I’ve bared myself to anyone like this before. I can feel the heat between my legs, and what little lace I am wearing as panties is soaked. I am dripping, probably staining this chaise. After several beats of silence, I speak again.

“So what now?”

“Now, you let me give you what you need. I won’t do anything off-menu without consulting you. I will check in, but I am calling the shots here. All you have to do is be a good little Princess for me, got it?

“Okay, but I’m not sure I can… It’s been a while.”

His eyes are piercing into me, pupils dilated so far that they are making his once-blue eyes mostly dark, glistening with intent. I am struggling to keep my attention on the conversation at this point. His hands have never stopped moving. I am putty in his hands now. Probably playing directly into his plan. The gentle grazes, the soft touches, he's back to kneeling in front of me now, working his way up to my thighs, grazing just past the hem of my dress every once in a while but never quite making it to my center. He knows what he’s doing to me. The heat that has been slowly building at my core is only growing. So much so that I can smell my arousal thick and sweet in the air.

“You leave that to me. Last chance, Princess. Are we really doing this? Will you give yourself to me?”

“Yes.”

“Then it's settled.”

Jake

I cease my ministrations and stand, crossing the room again to the bar. As I pour myself a glass of water, she stays motionless on the chaise, watching me. I finish mine then wash the glass and pour another. I take the glass of water to the sofa and take a seat before addressing her again.

“It’s Sir from here on. Here, drink this.” I hand her the water and watch her take a few sips before handing me the glass. Satisfied, I give the next command.

“Stand, lose the dress, then get on your hands and knees and crawl to me, Princess.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She stands and begins unzipping the dress, her movements painfully slow, her eyes fixed on me the entire time. Once she's unzipped, she slowly lowers the dress, swaying her hips slightly as she shifts her weight.

Underneath the black dress, she uncovers a crimson red lace bra and thong set that she's spilling out of. She's got the curves of my inner comic book nerd's dirtiest fantasies. Ample breasts and wide angular hips with an unnaturally tiny waist, gorgeous abs, and a perky tight ass. Fuuuuccckkk. I'm practically drooling at the sight, and I have to force myself to close my mouth and take a deep breath.

That goes to shit when she drops to her knees a moment later. My pulse is thunderous in my head, my cock getting rock hard and becoming increasingly uncomfortable in my trousers. There is no hiding it, so I unzip my pants to give myself some much needed relief as she makes her way towards me.

When she gets to me, she nudges my legs gently, spreading my knees wider and kneeling between them, face inches from my cock. Those brown eyes stare back up at me with cruel intention. I nod, slowly, curious as to what she will do next.

Nora

As I feel the tingly burn of Jake's gaze on me, it becomes easier to push all the intrusive thoughts out of my mind. I’m more concerned about the predator looking at me hungrily from the other side of the room. The rest will be tomorrow's problem. I am in the lion's den now. And the nervous energy I feel is oddly comforting, like an old friend's hug in a weird way.

When Jake unzipped his pants, I almost tripped mid-crawl. The man is a specimen in every way. He isn’t wearing underwear, his cock just came right out. I nudged his knees apart and stopped to kneel dangerously close. My mouth is watering as I stare at this huge cock standing at attention about a foot from my face. I can’t resist licking my lips as I look at him. I feel my desire building. I didn’t know I could be this turned on. I want to touch him, taste him, I want him to do so many things. I wonder if he knows how much he effects me.

I get the idea to do something daring and move to get closer to kneel directly between his legs, my mouth just inches in front of his cock. I look up at him with my most mischievously sweet smile and wait. I knew better than to touch him further without permission. Moving closer was already a risk, but he seemed to allow it. The bratty part of me wants to push further and take him in my mouth right now, consequences be damned. I grind my teeth as I force myself to proceed with the cautious path. I can be confident, I can be bold, but we'd agreed that he would call the shots here, and I don’t want to ruin whatever this is before we even begin.

It has been so long since I've done something like this in the bedroom that I nearly forgot how this felt; the anticipation alone is enough to have me on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm. A thrill rushes through me when he gives me a nod, and I don’t hesitate to take advantage of his consent.

My right hand reaches out first, wrapping my hand around the base of his long cock and pumping slow strokes up and down just to get a feel for him. I watch his reactions as I change my speed and movements, trying out different angles and speeds to see what feels right. When I bring my lips down, I keep my eyes on his, wanting to witness the moment he feels my mouth on him. I keep stroking as I take just the head of his cock in my mouth and run my tongue over the tip. He moans. It is the most beautiful and satisfying sound, fueling my hunger to suck him off even more. I could listen to him moan like this again and again and never get tired of it.

I take more of him in my mouth, slowly meeting my hand, taking more and more, my mouth moving in tandem with my hand. I use my left hand to caress his inner thigh as I continue, running my nails down with just enough bite to give him chill bumps. As he gets deeper in my mouth, I see him clenching his fists. He is struggling so badly to let me keep control, battling his urges as I pleasure him. His lack of composure in this moment makes this all the more satisfying. I want to be his undoing, something tells me he needs it. Maybe if I drag this out long enough, he'll break and take over. I want to make him take his pleasure from me greedily the way I can tell he wants to so badly. His resolve is nearly gone already, so I press on. As much as I respect his self-control, I want him to let go.

I focus on relaxing my jaw and controlling my breathing around my rhythm while I still can. A few more strokes, up, down, up, he moans again. Moments later, he has a hand gripping my head, pushing my mouth further down while he begins thrusting his hips at a steady pace.

“That's it, Princess. Choke on my cock. Take it like a good girl.”

He is unrelenting, despite my every effort to relax, I am choking. Fighting for air, tears run down my cheeks as he fucks my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over. Just as I am starting to see stars, he pulls out of my mouth. I gasp for air, and he chuckles. After a few moments, my breathing slows, and I look up at him.

“Where are you?”

“Green.”

“Good. We're not finished.”

I smirk at that and refocus my attention, opening for him and letting his hand guide my mouth down his long shaft. I let my hand slide down my body, running my fingers over my sensitive nipples, pebbled through the bra, down my torso, over my hip, before reaching my center. My touch makes me shudder as I run two fingers through my wetness. I needed to relieve the tension. I make small circles thumbing my clit slowly, so close to shattering.

Before I get very far, he surprises me by pulling his cock out of my mouth. The suction I had releases a POP sound as his tip exits my mouth. I frown at the absence, but that's soon replaced by shock as he is grabbing my wrists and wrenching both my arms up, hands above my head, holding them together with one hand while returning his other hand to my hair. My eyes are on his cock, eager to have more, but he's not having it. He pulls my head back abruptly, forcing me to look up. Our eyes lock for a moment, and the sting in my scalp makes me gasp.

I barely register the pain before he has his cock in my mouth again. He starts slow, his eyes glued on mine, grinning as he watches his thick cock slide in and out, in and out. I can tell he is struggling to keep the slow pace. I adjust my jaw to gently graze the top of his cock with my front teeth. Not enough to hurt, just enough to add a new sensation. This makes it harder to breathe, so I have to focus on my breathing, relaxing my jaw further, and hollowing my cheeks. Despite the ache in my jaw and the slight panic I always feel when I can't breathe, I am fueled by the look of pure satisfaction in his eyes. I hollow my mouth and seal my lips to create more suction when he quickens his pace, adding more suction between breaths. I feel the thick vein on the bottom of his cock pulse as he slides across my tongue. He is close already.

Jake

I can feel myself edging closer to falling off that cliff already. Her mouth is something else, unlike any I've ever had before, and with the way I've gotten around, that's saying something. I revert to my old habit, thinking of pizza toppings to fight off a premature performance. Pepperoni. Olives. Mushrooms…

I'm so engrossed in trying to hold back, I don't remember when I had clenched my eyes shut and stopped guiding her motions. Fuck. I don't want her to stop, but I've lost my ability to continue it seems. I open my eyes and release her hands and her hair. I expect she'd sit, waiting patiently for further instruction, and don't look down at her right away, still working to recenter. I'm surprised when I feel her touch, her hand caressing my balls as she takes me deep. I let her control the pace, and she surprises me even more with her next move.

When I'm deep in her throat, she swallows, and the sensation of her throat moving around the tip of my cock makes my knees weak. She draws back and then does it again and again, over and over as my cock hits the back of her throat. Back to pizza toppings. Pineapple. Ham, Beef… Fuuuuccck!

I am pumping my cum down her throat like a horny teenager who's having his first blowjob. White hot heat courses through my body, my muscles going limp. I'm thankful I'm already sitting, or I'd have fallen over. I lean back in the chair, watching her, mouth still wrapped around my cock, eyes dark with lust and beautiful satisfaction. We linger a moment, enjoying that high. I return her gaze, aiming to convey my understanding. She licks me clean once I stop pulsing in her mouth, before returning to a kneeling position, hands in her lap. Her mascara is streaked down her face, and her hair is a tousled mess. I notice how she shifts her weight; she's struggling to keep still. I can tell she is hungry for her release. Me too, Princess. Me too.

Once I've caught my breath, I grin. “My turn.”

Nora

The floor is unforgiving, and my knees hurt from kneeling, but I don't move. I am in a trance as I watch him stand and step out of his pants, folding them neatly and laying them across the arm of the sofa before beginning to unbutton his shirt at a painfully slow pace.

“Don't move.”

I couldn't if I tried. He stalks off down a hallway past the kitchen, bare naked and unashamed. He has washboard abs and an ass so perky and round it rivaled a Michelangelo statue. He disappears down the hallway, and I hear him open a door, I assume to his bedroom.

I straighten my back and focus on my breathing. He's giving me time on purpose. I need to use it. I need to let go. Letting myself drift into that blissful subspace used to come easily, but it's been so long I don't know if I remember how. I am spiraling in my mind for a while, but I come back to the present when I hear his footsteps coming back.

He has a pillow with several things lying over it that have been covered with a towel. He sets the pillow with the mystery items on the table next to the chaise by the window and then comes back to the sofa, sitting in front of me, legs wide, cock once again at eye level about six inches from my face. He's rock hard again already. It is hard not to look at his cock but I keep my eyes mostly on his. I know he is trying to get inside my head. It is part of the power dynamic.

“Stand up and go lie on the chaise for me. Don't worry about the pillow.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

The way he grins as he watches me sends chills down my spine as I stand. Something deep in my gut flares as I do. Somehow I know deep down that I should probably be very worried about the pillow. Keeping my composure the best I can, I walk over to the chaise and casually lay down. He follows only a few steps behind me and stands at the foot of the chaise, looking down at me. I watch as he bends down, grabbing some neatly folded silk scarves from the pillow. So he is planning on tying me up, or blind folding me, or both. Am I really going to let Jake do this? I barely know him.

So far, he's given me no reason not to trust him, but I know better than to do this with a guy on our first night. Well, it may be my only night with Jake, but still. This type of play requires so much trust. Jake is experienced and I feel comfortable. I haven’t had enough to drink to feel inebriated, and it’s clear he cares for my safety and well being. I can trust him. I want to trust him.

“Remove your bra, then hands above your head, like before. I like the way you blush when you can't cover up your tits. You should never cover up those tits.”

I comply, releasing the clasps on my bra and letting it fall to the floor. When I put my arms up, he ties my wrists together above my head, methodically precise in each action. I tug at one end slightly, the silk isn't too tight, but it isn't loose either. There is no way I will ever escape without help. His ties are mostly easy-adjustable slip knots designed for quick release if needed, but not by myself. I've seen these done enough times, felt enough variations to know that his execution is flawless. Jake is definitely a talented shibari artist; no wonder the first thing he suggested was wanting to tie me up.

The look of pure satisfaction as he looks at me, tied up and at his mercy this way gives me goosebumps. This energy between us is palpable, full of lust in its purest form. Once my arms are bound, he runs a finger up my side, giving me chill bumps.

“How are you feeling? Still green? Be honest.”

“Green. Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He reaches out and grabs my tits, one in each hand. He squeezes them slightly before pushing them together and using an index finger to circle my nipples at a torturously slow pace. He is teasing my already hyper sensitive buds to even harder peaks. Each stroke of his fingers sends a shock straight to my clit, delicate yet enough to make me eager for more. He bends to put his mouth on me next, sucking and licking the tender flesh right above my collar bone, trailing kisses up my neck slowly.

Unable to move, I take a few deep breaths, willing myself to just focus on the sensations, give in to the pleasure he's giving me.

“Still with me Nora?”

(to be continued)