Fuck, I'm already wound so close. The friction of his index finger is enough to wind me tight.
Then he brings his hand to my throat. He places it there. No pressure. Barely the hint of a threat.
But the sight of his hand on my neck is enough.
I watch him work me.
He winds me tightly, quickly.
A few strokes of his fingers and I'm there. I groan as I come on his hand.
Pleasure overtakes my senses. Makes my legs weak and my breath heavy.
But he keeps me steady as he works me through my orgasm.
Fuck.
I soak in the perfection of the moment.
His hard, safe body. His earthy shampoo. His steady breath mingling with the slow jams.
I love him so much.
Need this so much.
My eyes blink open. Meet his.
He stares back with intense demand. He knows he has me where he wants me. He'll do whatever he wants with me.
"Sit on the bed," he orders.
I do.
He moves next to me. Pulls my hands behind my back.
Then he unhooks his tie. Wraps it around my wrists. Lays me down, on my side, so I'm facing the mirror.
"Don't move." He slips off the bed.
"Or."
"Or I won't fuck you."
Fuck. "Please."
"Don't move," he says it again. "Understand?"
I nod into the pillow.
"Good girl."
It winds me tight. That's all it takes. A little dirty talk and I'm ready to come.
Ty stays still for a minute. Two even. He makes me wait.
Then he strips slowly.
I watch as he does away with his shirt, belt, slacks.
Fuck, my husband is handsome. Tall and broad, his sculpted shoulders covered in tattoos.
His defined torso covered in tattoos.
Those are mine. Ironically enough, Ty is modest. He isn't the kind of guy who runs without a shirt. Even when it's a hundred and humid.
He saves this for me.
The lush rose in deep purple.
The lyrics to his favorite song.
The Latin quote.
et nos cedamus amori
Let us yield to love.
Fuck, it's so romantic.
And so fucking hot.
He moves onto the bed. Lies behind me.
He tugs at the restraints on my wrist. "You're patient today."
I nod into the pillow.
He slips two fingers inside me. "Obedient."
Fuck, that feels good. "Yes, sir."
"Because you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl." He drives his fingers into me again and again.
He winds me tighter and tighter. Until I'm so, so close.
Then he pulls back. Brings his hands to my hips. Holds me in place as he enters me.
I can't move.
He's not rough or forceful. He's gentle. And he's working with my round belly, but he still has me at his mercy.
Fuck, I love being at his mercy.
Ty brings his hand to my throat as he drives into me. "Come for me, baby."
It pushes me over the edge. I groan his name as I come. My cunt pulses, pulling him closer, deeper.
He keeps his hand on my throat. Slips the other between my legs. Rubs me through another orgasm.
He comes with me this time.
My world goes white, that perfect, soft blinding light. Only bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss.
He spills every drop. Then he releases me. Undoes the bindings. Cleans me up.
Lies with me.
Ty runs his fingers through my hair. "Too much?"
"Not enough."
He chuckles. "You're insatiable."
"Always."
He presses his lips to my neck as he brings his hand to my stomach.
"Two months now," I say.
He nods.
"Do you think it will change everything?"
"Of course."
"But you'll still fuck me like this after she's born."
"No." He kisses me again. "I'll fuck you the way you like."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Indie."
"Say it anyway."
"Harder. Rougher. Hard enough I leave bruises."
Mmm. Yes. "You promise?"
"Always."
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Eve
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"Is it really true?" A man with grey hair leans across the bar. Lowers his voice to a stage whisper. "Are you really a virgin?"
I press my lips together. No need to smile. As the owner put it, I'm not here for my charming personality. I'm here because the club is light on girls with a "punk bitch" aesthetic. "What was that? Appletini?" I pretend as if I can't hear the man. "Or was it chocolate martini?"
He looks me up and down. "You."
Is there a drink that sounds like you? Something bright pink. With a raunchy name. The kind of drink college girls order on spring break. I don't have a problem with grown men ordering a blow job but this guy—
No, that's only going to give him ideas.
Forget it. "Is the well vodka okay?"
He reaches for my hand. Wraps his greedy fingers around my wrist. "Eve, isn't it?"
"The apple martini—"
"Sure. Give me the best you've got."
I guess that answers that question. Is inappropriate question guy embarrassed by a bright green drink? No. He wants the best. The very best vodka. The very best apple liqueur. The very best… shit, what else is in this drink?
The owner didn't hire me for my expertise. He hired me because a) I begged, b) a friend from high school vouched for me, and c) I could start work on my eighteenth birthday.
I guess there's also d) a lack of girls with teal hair and tattoos. I am the only "punk bitch" who works at Devil's Point.
It's a dive and the customers are assholes, but the tips are good. Besides, there's something satisfying about mixing drinks, learning formulas, perfecting recipes.
After six months, I know cocktails pretty well. But this is the first Appletini.
I improvise. Vodka, apple liqueur, lemon.
I shake the drink with ice, strain it into a martini glass, slide it across the bar.
To his credit, Drunk McHandsy offers his credit card without provocation.
I file the card. There's no space for Drunk McHandsy, but it's Tuesday evening. Quiet. Except for the bachelor party by the stage, the club is empty. I need to make this guy feel important if I want to go home with enough tip money to cover rent. "What did you say you do?"