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“Open your mouth,” he says, reaching into his pants and pulling out a cock big enough to make my eyes bulge at the sight. There’s a thud in the distance. What is that noise?
My lips fall apart, my tongue sticks out automatically. “You are mine,” he says, grabbing my hair and thrusting himself straight to the back of my throat.
Another thud, this one too loud to ignore.
I sit bolt upright in bed, blinking myself awake. The dream lingers, refusing to leave my mind. My heart’s pounding. I’m coated in sweat despite the chill of the morning. I still feel the throb inside my ass like it was real.
I look around, almost expecting to find him standing there, demanding to know why I’ve moved from my submissive position on the floor.
“You up?” Cathy shouts through to me, hammering on the door. “We’re going to be late.”
I blush as I’m certain she can tell what I was dreaming. Ridiculous, of course. She’s no idea what goes on in my head. No one does. But I’m still blushing as I look at the time.
Eight fifteen. Great. I overslept. We’re supposed to be meeting Mr. Felici at nine and it’s a half hour on the subway to get there. That only gives me fifteen minutes to get ready and that’s if everything runs on time.
So much for dressing up to impress him. I throw off the covers, ignoring the ache still present inside me. Any other morning and I could deal with that ache the traditional way. Not this morning. I can’t be late. I don’t want to ruin Cathy’s chances of getting herself an office building she can use.
We’ve agreed that if there’s a spare room in it, I’ll be able to use it for writing. I like the idea of sitting at my battered old computer, waiting the obligatory ten minutes for it to load while looking out the window at the city far below.
I run through to the bathroom and do what I got to do. Coming out a few minutes later still tasting the toothpaste, I grab the most formal outfit I own. Charcoal gray pencil skirt, white blouse, polished black Mary Janes. I tie my hair back to save needing to do much to it.
A dash of makeup is all I have time for because Cathy is holding the front door open, eating toast with one hand and drinking coffee with the other. “Let’s go,” I say, coming out of my room and marching straight past her. “Time is money, dear friend.”
She follows me out and we head for the train. It doesn’t take long to get there and by some kind of miracle we both manage to get a seat. “What’s the plan?” Cathy asks, looking at me while mashing her hands together in her lap.
“We agreed last night.”
“Refresh my memory, Fee. I’m forgetting my own name here.”
“Your name is Cathy. You’re about to close a deal on an office space. You’re going to set up your cleaning agency in it. I’m going to finish my book. This time next year, we’ll both be millionaires.”
“Oh, yeah. I remember now. Simple enough, isn’t it?”
I put a hand on hers and force her to slow the movements of her fingers. “Take a few deep breaths. It’s all going to be fine.”
She grins weakly at me. “I’m not even sure why I’m nervous. It’s only your boyfriend we’re going to see.”
“He is not my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, but you want him to be, don’t you?” She points a finger at me when I don’t reply fast enough. “I knew it. You do have a crush on him.” She puts her hands on her heart. “My little Fee, falling in love at last. I knew it would happen sooner or later.”
“You make it sound like I’m some kind of nun.”
“I’ve known you four years, Fee. I’ve never once seen you take any interest in men.”
“Is that bad?”
“I never said it was bad. I’m just saying you’ve never acted this way before.”
“And how am I acting?”
“Whenever you talk about him, you go all glassy eyed and smiley like you’re on dope or something. Last night when you were telling me what happened in the library, you had this look on your face that I’ve never seen before.”
“What look?”
“If I was a classless lady, I’d call it cock hunger but I’m a classy lady so I’ll simply call it … no, cock hunger is the best phrase now I think about it.”
“Seriously?” I look around at the other commuters but they’re all staring at their phones. No one seems to be paying the slightest attention to us. “Could we talk about something else?”
