Chapter 1 - Willow
Mike:
Do you want to be a freeuse fuck toy on New Year’s Eve?
As I stare at his text, my face flushes and my body hums with desire.
Goddamn, he always seems to know what to say to turn me on, but I’m also confused.
He didn’t answer my question about whether he was my dom or my boyfriend.
Did he see it? Maybe my phone didn’t send it.
Oh wait, does he want to talk in person?
My brain is a kaleidoscope of mixed emotions—turned on, scared, excited, and anxious that he didn’t respond to my direct question. I chew on my bottom lip and read his text again.
Fuck it. Let’s see what happens. My hands shake as I type.
Willow:
Yes, please. At your place, right?
Mike:
Yep. Looking forward to it, Kitten. Wear something sexy for me.
His pet name melts my heart. I have a small ache in my chest that feels a lot like hopefulness that we’re something more than just friends with benefits who get together on special occasions.
Deciding to be optimistic, I’m distracted the rest of the day as I daydream about being his girlfriend for real.
Work is hectic the week after Christmas, with people coming into the coffee shop in large groups.
I swear I blink and then I’m standing in my lobby holding my overnight bag in one hand and my phone in the other, waiting for Mike to get here.
I told him to text me when he pulls up so that I can run out and avoid him seeing my tiny apartment.
All day I’ve been imagining fucking him, and I’m a horny bundle of nerves as I shift from foot to foot, trying to keep my ears open for the sound of a ding from my phone.
I’m wrapped in a blue trench coat I found at a thrift store ages ago. Underneath, I’m wearing blue lacy babydoll lingerie with a matching thong. I paired the outfit with black thigh-high socks and slip-on shoes. With the coat closed, I look totally normal.
When two people who live in the building come into the lobby, I’m glad I took the precaution of the trench coat.
I mumble a hello to them, and they nod and greet me as they enter an elevator and disappear.
Knowing that I’m waiting for a guy to pick me up for sex, and that I’m wearing only lingerie underneath my coat, gives me a naughty zing of pleasure. I enjoy feeling like a slut.
When my phone vibrates in my hand, my heart rate speeds up. It’s Mike and he’s outside waiting for me like we agreed. I’m still determined to never let him see my apartment, but it might be impossible if we actually start dating.
It’s cold out, and I shiver as I hurry to his car and toss my bag in the backseat. When I sit down in the passenger seat and close the door, he barely gets out a “Hi,” before I launch myself at him.
Our mouths lock together and our tongues entwine as we share a hungry kiss. I clutch the front of his shirt with both my fists, not wanting to let him go. He dominates the kiss, his mouth firm while his tongue invades me, and my whole body sings with the promise of an orgasm.
I barely notice that he’s unbuttoning my coat, and when a hand slips inside, he groans as he cups my breast through the lace. We’re both breathing hard and practically devouring one another’s lips.
When he tweaks my nipple, I moan and fumble between us. I’m desperate for him, and when I brush the hardness under his jeans, he breaks off the kiss and pulls both my wrists up between us, holding me captive. “Not yet, my little fucktoy. You have to wait until we get home.”
I whimper, frustrated at not being able to touch him like I want, but quickly give in. “Fine, I’ll behave.”
He laughs and when he lets me go, I sag back against the seat. He reaches across me to get the belt and buckles me in. Mmm, I could get used to being taken care of like this.
The car is still on, and he studies me without making any move to start driving. “I have something for you,” he says, and opens the glove box.
When he pulls out the pink nipple clamps with a chain that I bought him for Christmas, my eyes widen and desire pulses in my core. Oh shit, I know I got them for him to use on me, but I assumed we’d do it when we were at his house.
“Now? Right here?” I squeak.
Before I can protest, he turns to face me. There’s a playful gleam in his eyes as he grins wickedly. “Yes, now.”
He nudges my coat open and pulls my lingerie down, exposing my breasts. He seems to be in no rush, and I peer around outside, hoping no one walks past. Thankfully, the sidewalks are empty.
With one hand, he takes one clamp and begins to stroke my nipple with it, circling the areola while keeping his gaze locked on my face.
I moan as my back arches, and I stare at the clamp as he opens it and positions it around my nipple.
When he releases the clamp, it shuts around my flesh, and my lips part with a soft sigh.
It stings in a pleasant sort of way, and my body warms in anticipation of what it will be like to have both on me at once.
Without saying a word, he repeats the process on my other nipple, taking his time to position the clamp in just the right spot to give me the most sensation.
When he closes the clamp, it bites down, and my legs instinctively press together as I cry out and thrust my hips forward.
A sharp delight zings straight to my pussy, and when he pulls on the chain connecting the two, it causes the clamps to tug and hold me on the edge between pleasure and pain.
I squirm as a wave of lust washes over me while he grins at me in satisfaction.
He tugs on the chain, as if testing it, and my pussy throbs, aching to be filled.
Oh yeah, this is going to drive me insane.
After closing my coat just enough to hide my nipples, he moves closer and kisses me. It’s gentle compared to moments ago, and my lips seem to be ultra sensitive as he delves into my mouth. I relax into his kiss, enjoying the swirls of pleasure building inside me.
When he pulls back into his seat to drive, I glance outside to make sure we still aren’t being observed and hold in my giggle when I don’t see anyone staring at us. It’s not like I know my neighbors, but I still don’t want anyone in my building to see how big of a slut I am.
When I imagined the drive to his house, it was always filled with us talking about plans for the night and maybe teasing each other.
Instead, my mind is mush and I can’t concentrate on anything except the throb between my legs.
Every time I fidget, the clamps tug on my breasts and intensify my neediness.
It doesn’t help that he alternates between tickling the skin of my left thigh above my sock and playing with the chain hanging down between my breasts.
Just when I think I can’t handle being teased anymore, he pulls into the driveway of his house, parks, and we both rush out of the car. He fumbles with his keys at the front door, and I want to beg him to hurry. He’s usually smoother than this, so I can tell he wants me just as much as I need him.
As soon as he gets the door open, he picks me up and carries me inside to his bedroom.
There is no finesse to it—he’s all urgent movements and desperate hunger.
He sets me on my feet long enough to help me remove my shoes and shrug off my coat before he pushes me onto the bed on my back.
I lean on my elbows and watch him toe off his shoes.
We’ve said very little to each other so far, and I’m expecting him to just climb on top of me and fuck me, so I’m surprised when he starts in with the dirty talk.
“Spread your legs, slut.”
With a shudder, I moan, “Yes, Sir.”
I part my knees, and he takes off his pants and boxers all in one movement before pulling his shirt off.
Normally, I would have enjoyed a slow striptease, but I’m too desperate to get his cock inside me to care right now.
Once he’s naked, his thick cock juts upwards slightly as he stands at the end of the bed.
I feel a flash of vulnerability as I imagine what I look like, black thigh-high socks with my legs spread, my breasts hanging out with the nipple clamps attached. I still have my thong on, but the hem of my blue babydoll is around my waist, so there isn’t much covering me.
His eyes glitter with lust when he asks, “Do you know what time it is?”
Oh, I do. My breath catches in my throat as I shiver in response before whispering, “Time for me to be your freeuse slut.”
Instead of a verbal acknowledgement, he crawls onto the bed, spreading my legs even further apart.
While maintaining eye contact, he runs a finger over the silk thong covering my pussy before slipping it under the fabric and brushing his finger over my clit.
I tilt my hips and moan as he slides two fingers inside me.
My mind spins from pleasure and I close my eyes as he slowly works his fingers inside me.
He growls, “Don’t come until I say so, or you won’t come again until Valentine’s Day.”
I force my eyes open to focus on him because fuck if I want to risk that, even if I don’t believe that he would actually follow through. With effort, I groan, “Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir.”
When he pulls his hand away, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
“Tasty. I want to fuck this pussy, but it’s not time for that. First, we have to take off the nipple clamps.”
Uh... oh shit. I instantly focus on the tightness of the clamps around my nipples and realize how sensitive the stiff peaks have become. How bad is this going to hurt?
He kneels between my legs and leans forward until one hand is resting on the mattress by my head to steady himself. He tugs on the chain gently, sending shockwaves of delight through me and I almost come. I gasp and fist my hands in the bedsheets while trying to be strong and obey him.
Holding the chain lightly, he continues to toy with it, sending jolts of joy straight to my clit. It’s impossible to think of anything other than the delicious pleasure he’s giving me.
I’m caught by surprise when he suddenly removes one clamp.
My nipple aches with the return of feeling and I cry out from the pleasurable pain.
He kisses me deeply, distracting me as he plays with my newly-released nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until I can feel my clit throbbing in time to the movement of his fingers.
I’m still not prepared when he removes the second clamp, and I’m lost to the pleasure, so absorbed in the new sensation that I’m only dimly aware that his fingers are back between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit.
When he moves his mouth to my breast, my vision swims from a jolt of bliss.
My body is on fire, desperate for release.
He flicks his tongue around my nipple in the same rhythm as his finger circling my clit.
All I can do is moan and beg incoherently as pleasure floods my senses.
For a moment, I think for the second time that I’m going to accidentally orgasm, but I’m able to stop myself.
When he releases my nipple, he kisses his way back up my neck and whispers in my ear. “Time to fuck my freeuse slut.”
He stops long enough to get a condom from his nightstand, rip it open, and roll it down his hard length. He doesn’t bother to remove my thong; he just shoves it aside and plunges into me so hard and deep that I see stars as my pussy clenches around him. This is what I’ve needed all day.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his to make sure he stays fully buried to the hilt as he fucks me. Nothing in the world matters, only pleasure.
Our bodies slap together as our moans mingle. The rapture builds deep inside, coiling to unleash. Mike fucks me faster and I cling to him, digging my nails into his back, as I beg, “Oh god, please don’t stop. More, Sir. Fuck me harder!”
When he gives a sharp thrust and hits the perfect spot, I explode into an all-consuming pleasure. Waves of pleasure wash over me until it all blends into a glorious sensation.
Mike keeps pumping into me, prolonging my orgasm, and even before I come down from the first one, I can feel the beginnings of another one already forming in my lower belly. I moan as his lips close over mine. Our tongues twirl while our hips slam together and he drives me to another climax.
I cry out as the delight skyrockets me to another plane of existence, one where nothing but Mike matters.
Ripples of pleasure run up and down my body and it’s several minutes before I can form thoughts. Once my head clears, I’m totally relaxed, but a part of me wonders how I’m going to live without this if he doesn’t want to be my boyfriend.