登入I turn over on his bed.Face down, arms above my head, and I feel him behind me, feel the warmth of him even before he touches me. And then his hands find my hips and pull them up and I arch my back, spread my knees and present myself to him completely.He looks at me.I feel him looking. The specific weight of his gaze on my body, taking his time, and the anticipation of what comes next makes me clench around nothing.His hand comes down on my ass.The slap is sharp and clean and the sting blooms outward from the point of contact and I cry out into the mattress and my hips push back involuntarily."You came to my door," he says, "with nothing on."His hand comes down again."At eleven at night."Again."Like my sweet little slut.""I am," I gasp into the mattress. "I'm your sweet little slut, Daddy...""Yeah you are." He rubs his palm over the sting, warm and deliberate, and I push back against his hand and whimper. "My perfect little cupcake. Coming when Daddy calls." Another slap,
Arc 32: Use MeHis text comes at ten forty-seven PM.Two words."Come over."I'm standing in my kitchen in just a t-shirt and underwear and I read it and feel it between my thighs before my brain has even processed the letters properly. I set the phone down on the counter. Pick it up. Read it again. Set it down.Then I go get my coat.The long black one, the one that buttons all the way up and belts at the waist and hits mid-thigh. I take off the t-shirt and the underwear. I put on the coat and belt it and look at myself in the hallway mirror for three seconds and then I pick up my keys.Nothing else.Just the coat and my keys and the specific knowledge of what's waiting on the other side of his door.He opens it before I've finished pressing the bell.Sweatpants, no shirt, hair slightly pushed back like he's been running his hands through it. He looks at my face first, then drops his eyes to the coat belted at my waist, then my bare legs below the hem, then slowly back up to my face.
Sunday arrives soft through the curtains.He's already awake.I feel it the way I felt it yesterday, that specific shift from sleeping to present, and I wait, eyes closed, wondering what he'll do with it.His mouth finds my shoulder.My spine.The small of my back.He takes longer than yesterday, more thorough, his lips mapping every inch of my back from my shoulders to the base of my spine and back up again while his hands run slow warm trails up my sides and I lie completely still and let him and feel every single thing.He turns me over.He looks at me in the morning light.My hair across his pillow and his sheets around my waist, his marks on my skin from last night and he looks at all of it with an expression I feel in my chest like a closed fist.He lowers his head to my breast.His mouth closes over my nipple and pulls in slow and I slide my fingers into his hair and arch up. He takes his time there, both breasts, long warm minutes of his mouth and his hands until I'm rolling m
Something warm and insistent wakes me.His hands on my hips.His mouth on my spine, pressing slow deliberate kisses down each vertebra while his hands grip me from behind and pull me back against him and I feel him hard, thick and hot, pressed against the small of my back.I am immediately, completely awake.I push back against him and he grips my hips harder and his mouth opens against my shoulder blade, his tongue dragging across the skin there, and I reach back and find him. I stroke once and the sound he makes against my shoulder goes straight between my thighs.He guides me.His hands on my hips, lifting me, positioning me over him, and I reach between us and take him in my hand, lowering myself down on him slowly, facing away, reverse, and the angle is immediately, devastatingly different.Deeper.Fuller.He fills me from below while I sink down. My hands find his thighs behind me and I grip as he also grips my hips and we hold there, both breathing, adjusting to the specific ov
His tongue moves through me slow and thorough and I am gripping the sheets with both fists within sixty seconds.He doesn't rush.Long deep strokes that part my folds completely, pushing inside me and pulling back, circling my clit and retreating before I can catch the rhythm, his hands pressing my thighs wide and flat against the mattress every time they try to close around his head."Callum," I gasp. "Your tongue, oh God..." He hums against me and I nearly come off the bed.He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward and finds a spot that makes my whole spine arch and my toes curl and a sound tear out of my throat that is nothing like quiet and everything like necessary."Right there," I sob. "Right there, please don't move, yes just like that..."He finds the spot that gets me talking to him like that and he leaves his focus there. He holds his fingers exactly there and works his tongue against my clit in fast tight circles and I am clenching around him immediately, sh
Arc 31: FeverThe party is loud and warm and I've had exactly enough wine to make the way Callum Reid looks at me across the room feel like a physical thing pressing against my sternum.He's been looking at me all night.Not subtly. Not the way men look when they're pretending they aren't. Directly. Deliberately. The way a man looks when he's made a decision and he's waiting for you to catch up.I catch up somewhere around my second glass of red.He's thirty-one. Dark haired and broad shouldered, the kind of built that comes from actually using a body rather than performing fitness. His sister Gemma, my best friend of eight years, is somewhere in the kitchen being the social butterfly she always is at parties, completely unaware that her older brother has been watching me for forty minutes with those dark patient eyes.I should be more conflicted about that.I'm not.I find the hallway.I'm not hiding. I'm just breathing for a moment, leaning against the wall in the corridor between t
I wake up on Priya and Dominic's living room floor.Specifically I wake up with Maya using my arm as a pillow and a blanket over both of us and morning light coming through the curtains at what my phone tells me is eight forty-seven and the room around us containing three other couples in various s
The room breathes differently now.Warm and low-lit and full of the specific sounds of eight people who trust each other completely giving themselves permission to want out loud. I am aware of the room around me the way you're aware of music... present and felt without demanding your full attention
Arc 22: Open HousePriya and Dominic have been hosting these dinners for three years.Eight people. Same core group, rotating plus-ones, good wine, better food, the kind of evening that goes until two in the morning without anyone noticing where the hours went. I've been coming since the beginning.
Arc 21: UndoneI wake up because something warm and deliberate is happening.It takes me three seconds to understand what.Amara is under the sheets.Her mouth is on my cock.Not tentative. Not exploratory. She has clearly been awake for some time and made a decision and acted on it and I go from a







