‘OLIVER!’
He laughed and unfolded the paper, taking a moment to read to himself before he looked at me and raised one eyebrow. He cleared his throat, reading aloud my first request.
Control my orgasms. For three days, you have the power to control how and when they happen.
‘Fuck, Phoebe,’ he breathed. ‘You really want that?’
I nodded. ‘Is that weird? It’s just when we were abstinent, you worked me up into such a frenzy . . . Oh God, it is weird, look – you don’t have to—’
‘It’s hot as fuck,’ he interrupted, reading the request again. ‘So you can’t cum unless I allow it? Wow . . .’
As he scrunched up the note and put it in his pocket, I realised that I was either going to fucking regret this or be in a constant state of arousal until given further notice. And the fact we were now both sitting in silence thinking about him having control over my next orgasm was already the best thing I’d done this year.
Saturday March 4th
I met Lucy and Hazel for lunch, not only because we all had the afternoon free but also because Oliver had already began messing with me.
‘He’s just sent me a lengthy text describing going down on me,’ I informed them, stabbing my salad with a fork. ‘Oh, and this morning he came into the shower, pressed me up against the tiles and, well, he got me halfway there before he stopped. It’s so intense. I’m dying here. Everything he does is carefully planned to make sure I’m thinking about nothing else.’
Lucy picked up her napkin and fanned herself, laughing. ‘Oh my. And this was your idea? I’m so fucking impressed. I’m totally doing this with Kyle.’
‘Why didn’t I go to your therapist?’ Hazel moaned, ripping her bread roll in half. ‘In fact, I’m tempted to stop sleeping with Kevin, just so we can visit her. We never do any cool shit – well, not to this extent.’
Lucy stole the other half of Hazel’s roll, ignoring her request to ‘fuck right off’. ‘I wonder what Oliver has written down,’ she pondered, smothering the bread in butter. ‘It’ll have something to do with his knob. Men are very basic.’
We all nodded.
‘You’d better tell us,’ Hazel insisted. ‘I know he plays football with Kevin sometimes but I promise I won’t say a word. It’ll be our little secret.’
‘And Kyle’s.’
We both turned to look at Lucy, who stopped chewing for a second. ‘WHAT?! Oh, come on – this shit is gold. You can’t expect me not to share with the man I love . . .’
I poured more vinaigrette dressing over my salad and smiled. ‘It’s fine!’ I reassured her. ‘Of course you’ll share. Oliver was the first person I told when Kyle went through that phase of preferring you to wank him off using your feet.’
Lucy scanned the room to make sure that no one had overheard, while Hazel just lost it, weeping with laughter.
‘Fair enough,’ she conceded quietly. ‘Let’s stop doing that.’
Sunday March 5th
It’s the second day of my sex jar request #1 and I’m ready to explode. Everything is turning me on. I was practically drooling over his stomach watching him get dressed this morning (it’s frustrating – since I had Molly, my stomach now has two apron-style folds, one on each side, and a variety of stretch marks – which if inspected closely, will result in your murder). And later this evening, he insisted I watchSecretarywith him, knowing that I find the film disturbingly sexy, especially with him lightly stroking my neck as we watched it.
‘What if I just pulled down your jeans right now?’ he said quietly. ‘Just let my fingers do the work?’
‘Oh, thank God!’ I exclaimed. ‘Yes, let’s do that.’
When he leaned in and kissed me hard, my body went up in flames. When he slipped his hand into my knickers, I moaned so hard, I feared I’d wake Molly.
‘Is this what you want?’ he asked, moving his hand slowly but with enough force to make me gasp. ‘You think if I did this hard enough you’d cum on my hand?’
I could barely speak, I just nodded and let him continue, knowing that it wouldn’t take long.
‘God, you’re making me hard,’ he confessed, pulling my jeans down a little further. The sound of the film faded in the background against the sounds of our breathing, the sound of clothes being removed and the sound of him pounding me hard with his hand. I reached down to feel him but he stopped me.
‘My rules, remember. I might not even let you cum yet.’
‘If you want to retain the use of that hand, you’ll keep going.’
