All Chapters of SIR: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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FIFTY-ONE: There's A Rip In It

The next morning, it really seems that David has listened to what I said. That he can't keep me at arms length, that I want to be involved, that he needs to trust that I can handle it.I know he listened, because my name is suddenly called from the study, where I had seen Harlan and Theo enter 15 minutes earlier.As I walk in, the three of them look up at me, each with odd smiles on their faces."Do you have a minute?" David asks, and I narrow my eyes at him.What exactly does he think I do with my time? I haven't been allowed to leave the apartment in god knows how long at this point.Still, I nod. He gestures for me to come to him.I walk around the desk to his side, trying not to feel self conscious at the fact I can feel Theo and Harlan staring at me. Once I reach David, his hand slides around my waist, and he pulls me onto his lap.Quickly stabilising myself by gripping the edge of the desk, I settle on his knee while his arm wraps around my body, an

FIFTY-TWO: It Was A $10,000 Dress!

"David!" I squeal, my hands instantly covering myself, then trying to hold the pieces of the dress together in the middle. "You can't do that!""Think I just did." He retorts, grabbing my waist instead and pulling me down to his lap."That was a $10,000 dress!""It's not worthy of you." He replies, squashing my anger immediately, his hands sliding over my now bare back as the torn dress lays limply over me."You could have just said you didn't like it, like with all the others." I huff, making him smile, and lean up until his lips are almost brushing mine."I really didn't like this one." He replies smoothly."Well I have to wear something.""Tomorrow? Yes. But right now…" He pushes on my back, guiding me forwards until my lips meet his, the kiss slow, but deep, almost making me forget about the limp material hanging from my arms of the ruined dress.As his tongue licks my bottom lip, and I open my mouth for him, his hands work at pulling the dress off of me, and I hear the rustle of

FIFTY-THREE: I'll See You Soon

I am shaking as I open it, but my eyes keep closing as I feel the material. Soft. Velvet. A brief look tells me it is deep blue and long, judging by the bundles of material."Okay." I say, agreeing in a very resigned way.Truth is, I don't really care about what I am wearing. I just care about the orgasm that I am so close to getting..."There's something else in there." He mutters, making me realise I have stopped looking, and am just clutching the bag as I lose myself in the feeling of fucking his fingers.My exhale comes out more like a groan. His arm tightens around my torso, and his fingers move faster. It is like he wants me distracted and desperate. His teeth on the skin of my neck sharply bring me back for a second, but I quickly return to the blissful foggy headspace he is so good at keeping me in.The bag eventually falls from my numb fingers, thudding to the floor, the sound triggering a particularly hard thrust of his fingers, and a loud growl in my e

FIFTY-FOUR: My Boyfriend?

The hair and makeup crew leave 15 minutes before David is due back. After I’ve put the dress on, with Leo’s help, they do a bit of touching up, making sure my makeup hasn’t smudged, changing my lip colour, and reshaping some strands of hair that have fallen out with me getting the dress on.In my last few moments of solitude, while Marcus is in David’s room getting ready, I decide to set up for David’s arrival.I pour a couple of glasses of wine, placing both on the coffee table in the lounge. I set the box with the chain beside them. I put my shoes by the door, choosing a pair I already own. A pair I have worn a few times at the Red Room with David.Leo had made me eat before I put the dress on, so I am content sipping my glass of wine and waiting for...My boyfriend?The term seems so juvenile in terms of our relationships. It sounds tenuous. Naive. And nothing about me or David is naive. Especially when I consider my past.Having clearly spent a few minute

FIFTY-FIVE: A Little More... Please...

I can actively feel my heart thumping in my throat as David all but shoves me in the waiting car outside. When he slams the door shut, walking around to the other side, I feel overwhelmed by the silence in the car as Theo turns the ignition on. David is getting in, so is Marcus, and then the car is moving. The guys start talking immediately, trying to work out between them why they’ve been let out of the building with no consequences, why the sudden change of heart, what on earth they could be planning. It is a heightened conversation, each of them wired as fuck as they try to understand what the fuck just happened. The uncertainty is fuelling their rage, only able to ask rhetorical questions as they plan their next point of action. Each word feels like it is slapping me in the face, a horrid reminder that I have all the answers, but I can’t say a single thing about it. I know David feels that it is some kind of ploy. But I know the truth abou

FIFTY-SIX: Tell Me How You're Going To Ruin Me

Author's Note: Life update/a word of thanks! Between posting the last chapter just a few days ago and posting the chapter now, we’ve surpassed 900 subscribers and are now past 1000. Unbefuckinglievable! Thank you guys so much. I just wanted to let you know how much your kind comments, gifts, and support means to me. I want to preface with neither my confidence as a writer nor how fast I’m churning out these chapters can be contingent on how many gifts and comments this story gets. You are in no way responsible for buttering me up and making me feel good. However, still, you guys come through with so much kindness and support, even though you are in no way obligated to do so. I simply cannot thank you enough. You guys, as well as this STUPID STUPID story have helped me rediscover my love for writing and for the first time in a long time, I’m considering a career in writing again. This IN NO WAY rests on your shoulders. At the end of t

FIFTY-SEVEN: You Said I Am All Yours?

David shifts onto his back, freeing his hands and reaching up for me, but I instantly move back.“Nuh-uh.” I tut. “Not until you answer me.” I explain.Watching his jaw tense as he puts his hands back down onto the bed, I smile innocently down at him as I move my other knee up, by his hip, so that I am straddling just his right thigh. I keep myself held away from him, entirely aware that once I let myself press into him, I’d be just as desperate as he seems, and my role reversal will come crashing down.“If I tell you,” He finally replies, a wicked smile growing on his lips. “It will ruin half the fun, won’t it? I’d much rather just show you.”“And I’d rather you follow simple instructions.” I counter bluntly, putting a hand on his chest and sitting up, so that I tower above him.I can see his mind moving a million miles a second, his eyes wandering over me as though he is reassessing the situation.His hands slide onto my thighs before I register that he’s t

FIFTY-EIGHT: Keep Your Eyes On Me

It is like I can feel the groan shoot down his entire body as he pulls my mouth back to his, flipping the two of us over and grinding down on me. He has one hand on the bed next to my head, propping himself up, the other fumbling among the toys to grab what he needs first.He picks up the gag, then throws it back down, making me whimper.“Patience, Doll. I want to hear you for a little bit longer.” He winks, before grabbing what he actually needs. The lube. “We’re going to need to prepare you first.”“I’ve done it before.” I say, ignoring the flash of anger in his eyes at my words. “I don’t need–”“You will for me.” He growls, smashing his mouth to mine in a kiss that says nothing but ‘You’re mine’.I willingly take it, letting him claim me as much as he needs before he starts trailing his mouth down my body, and starts coating his fingers with the lube. Using his clean hand, he pushes on my thigh, making me spread them more for him, and he wastes no time in runn

FIFTY-NINE: You Were So Good For Me

“David!” I hiss at him, shifting to push him out of me, but he snaps his eyes to mine, frowns, then grabs my thigh, holding me to him. “You can’t–”“Yep.” He replies to whoever is on the phone, interrupting what I was going to say and then starting to slowly fuck me.“Are you serious right now?!” I whisper.He reaches for the gag beside him, leaning forward to push it into my mouth, inadvertently pushing his full length inside me. My moan is muffled around the gag, and he winks, as if to say ‘problem solved’.But it is absolutely not problem solved.I pull the gag out of my mouth and glare up at him, but it only makes him roll his eyes. Then he pulls his cock out of me, slowly enough that I know what he’s doing, but fast enough to make my body shiver from the emptiness it suddenly feels.“Just give me a second.” He says into the phone, before tapping on the screen and throwing it beside me on the bed. I look to see the ‘Mute’ button has lit up, and am about t

SIXTY: No Hug For Dear Old Dad?

Tangled. Warm. Snuggled. Those are the first three sensations I register as I open my eyes the next morning. Then the smell of David hits me and I suddenly remember everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. David is wrapped around me, caging me to his body, in a protective way that makes me feel safe. His eyes are still closed, his chest moving steadily with his breaths, and I spend a few seconds just admiring how peaceful he looks in that moment. He isn’t Mr. Reid, he isn’t a CEO, he isn’t a mob boss. He is just the beautiful man I am in bed with, who has turned my life upside down. Feeling like I want to do something, just to appreciate him without fully waking him up, I snuggle closer and start pressing light kisses to his chest, letting the happiness of being so close to him in such a mundane way fill my mind. Then he is shifting. And inhaling sharply. And he opens his eyes and looks down at me. Because of

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