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I dreaded sofa surfing at Steph’s place, but my sharp exit from home had left me well and truly up shit creek without a paddle. Steph is kind and supportive, but I wanted nothing more than to lick my wounds in private without the world in my face. In Steph and Mike’s cramped one-bed apartment, that wouldn’t exactly be easy.
Steph did her best to act like it was a completely usual Friday visit, pouring me wine and chatting about her day until I wanted to talk. I kept it sparse, outlining what had gone down without delving into the emotional shit.
She listened without interrupting, and then said what any good friend would say.
“He’s a jerk. An absolute, motherfucking jerk. You can stay here as long as you want, you know that.”
“Thanks.”
“I know you aren’t going to bawl your eyes out on my shoulder and watch a rom-com marathon, but I’m here if you want to.”
“I know,” I smiled.
Steph twirled a stray wisp of blonde hair in her fingers. “Have you told your mum?”
“Hell no.”
“Maybe she could help?”
“Like she’s ever helped,” I snapped. “I’ve got enough of my own shit to wade through without dealing with hers, too.”
Steph let it drop. A wise choice.
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***
Chapter Two
James
Cara spread her legs like a good girl, pressed tight against the flogging bench with her perky little ass in the air. Just how I wanted her. I knelt down behind, spreading her wide enough to trace my tongue around the tight little ring of her asshole. She squirmed like an eel, and I slapped her ass. Hard. The smack of my palm cut loud across the room.
“I said, don’t move.”
She stopped squirming. “Sorry, sir.”
I savoured my position a moment longer, her glistening pussy just an inch from my nose. I breathed deeply, letting my warm breath tease her. She tensed, but checked herself, keeping still enough to prevent further punishment.
God, I needed this. I needed the heady scent of sex, the musky taste of her against my tongue. I needed to feel her jerk and scream as she came, and even then still beg for more. More tongue,andmore pain. I’d give her more of both. Gladly.
I buried my tongue, lapping at her slit and teasing a path through the folds to her clit. She tasted so fucking good. She moaned, but didn’t move a muscle, not even when I clamped my mouth tight onto her, taking her sweet little nub between my lips. Her scent hammered my senses, and my dick twitched in my jeans. Fuck yeah.
I stopped.
“What do you want, Cara?”
Her answer came within a second. “Your mouth, sir. Please.”
“You will remain quiet and still.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you move or make a sound, I will spank you, hard, understand?”
I saw her pussy clench. Horny little bitch.