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My submissive nature has taken the reins and I put my faith in him. I had to trust him. The only way forward for the both of us, my trust in him. He fucked me anally, hard and fast, his obvious arousal after the ice play was very apparent. I had no lube in my flat, so his entry was cautious and slow, aided by copious spitting on his manhood. Once in he was none too gentle and I hovered on the fence between pleasure and pain. He became increasingly rough with a vigour that bordered on the manic. Breathless, he was more frantic that usual, I had to try hard to accommodate him deep within me. All the time the ice-cubes melted and flowed out of me down on to the towel below.
“You. Will. Not. Lie. To me. Again. You are all mine. Understand?” He fucked in time to his demands.
“Yes, sir!” I practically shouted back at him.
My head bobbed back and forth as he held my waist, pummelling his body against mine, maximising his penetration. I remembered his comment that sex during the week would be quick, rough and business-like. “I don’t do romance, I just fuck,” his words echoed around my head. Fingers started to probe below around my front and touching my clitoris. He was close to coming now and I was exhausted. His fingers were using me faster and faster, forcing me into an orgasm. My body clenched tighter as he rubbed me frantically.
“Now,” he ordered me to climax.
It hit me, my entire body exploded with the powerful spasms. He was coming too, loudly and he grabbed me pulling me back on to his lap, tightly wrapping his arms around me. Together we imploded with our combined orgasms. Then they dissipated and our breathing steadied and grew quieter.
“Alright?” asked Jason gently in my ear.
I nodded.
“Sure?”
I nodded again.
We disentangled ourselves from each other and he wandered off to the bathroom to wash. I rested on my haunches on the spoiled towel. I was both deeply satisfied and strangely humiliated by our exploits. Jason sauntered back in, looking pleased with himself and very sexy. Boy, he was hot and sexy when naked. I left to go to the bathroom as he dressed himself, back in his immaculate grey silk suit. The tie returned to its right place, slightly crumpled and it was unusual to see him dishevelled. I had wrapped my bathrobe around myself and approached. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my hair. At that precise moment, the front doorbell rang. I drew back from him and my eyebrows furrowed.
“I should get that,” I murmured leaving him in the bedroom.
I slid the safety chain across, and through the crack in the door, I could see a tall woman hunkered down in the night coolness. Dark haired with a scarf about her neck she stamped her feet in the autumnal brisk wind. I recognised her instantly.
“Hi, Gem?” she said nervously. “It’s me, just calling by. See how you are.”
“Hi, Pip,” I replied.
I could not leave her on the doorstep; I owed her some courtesy. “Come in.” I shut the door and slipped the chain off.
As she came across the threshold and I closed the door behind her, a mobile rang out from the bedroom. Not mine, it was Jason’s. His voice, snappy and business like, was muffled through the bedroom door.
“Shit, sorry, Gemma,” blustered Pip. “I didn’t expect you to have a visitor.”
“It’s OK, Pip. Come into the lounge.” I showed her into my little front room.
“We, you know, haven’t heard from you in a while,” she said unwinding the scarf about her neck. Underneath it was black satin choker with a small ring pendant hanging off the middle. She unzipped her jacket and let the warm air into her clothing.
“You’re alright, aren’t you, Gem?” she asked cautiously taking in my covered nudity and the boxes stacked in the corner of the room.
“Yes, sure.” I tried to sound convincing and offered her a drink which she declined. “I’ve got my boyfriend here, well, sort of boyfriend.”
She raised an eyebrow and I believed she understood my vague description of Jason. To call him a boyfriend was not an accurate portrayal. I knew exactly what he was to me.
“Oh, I see. I didn’t think you invited them around to your place,” said Pip sitting down. “Are you ready for all that again?”
“Yes, I think so.” I bit my lip and sat next to her.
“Then why haven’t we seen you?” she pushed. “Dylan’s party last week? You did get an invite?”
I remembered the emailed invitation and felt rude that I had not replied. All my past friends had been pushed to the back of mind.
“Sorry. I should have sent a reply,” I said apologetically. “I’ve made a fresh start, Pip. New job, new man. I can’t go back to where I was. Too many memories.”
“I understand, Gemma,” she looked at the boxes. “You’re moving out?”
“Yes,” I said, “with him.”
