Chapter 37 #2
He rises, moving to pull out my chair. The waiter appears once more, holding our coats. How did he know we were leaving? He must have been listening to our conversation.
Ivan takes mine from him and slips it over my shoulders. “Come on,” he says.
“Do we not need to pay?”
“It’s on my account.”
His account? Jeez, he must be a regular here. I know he likes quality places, but this restaurant is high end on steroids.
I wonder, not for the first time, what he sees in me―a normal girl with little class.
We burst into his apartment building, already half-undressed. Thick fingers fumble the elevator buttons, scanning his pass, and searching for the right floor. He pulls my dress up above my hips, exposing my naked ass.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, “you’re one sexy bitch.”
With one arm, he scoops me up onto his waist, pressing me against the wall as he undoes his fly.
“What if someone stops the lift?” I whisper in his ear.
“Then they’ll get a private porn show,” he says, as he slides himself inside. My body betrays me, opening easily, completely ignoring the fact we’re in a public space.
We arrive at his floor, the doors opening directly into his apartment. He carries me, still joined, toward the bedroom before setting me down.
“Stand there and look gorgeous while I decide what to do with you.” He slips my coat from my shoulders, so I stand in front of him in my black dress, stockings, and heels.
“You’re slightly overdressed,” he muses, gripping the hem of my dress. “Arms up.” He lifts it over my head. “That’s better.”
His breath ghosts over my neck as he unclasps my bra. “We’ll leave the stockings and heels on for now.”
His fingers trail down my spine. Shivers burst across my skin in their path. He drops to his knees.
“Spread your legs.”
When his tongue runs over my pussy, I groan. Need surges deep inside, hot and impatient. My thighs tremble, instinctively trying to close.
“Sweetheart, you’re already wet.”
He pushes a finger inside. I squat slightly to force him higher. Pleasure gathers thick and fast, demanding more.
He removes it, pops it in his mouth, sucking hard. “Soaking.”
He leads me over to the bed. “Lie down in the center, head on the pillow.” A bar with cuffs on each end lies to one side. “Are you ready to experience an orgasm that will rip you in two?”
My breathing hitches. A rush of desire hits so hard I grip the sheets. Intoxicating raw need taking over causing my legs to wobble. I look from him to the contraption he’s now holding.
“I’m going to cuff your ankles with this, so you won’t be able to close your legs.” He raises an eyebrow. “Then I’m going to secure your hands above your head.”
Kneeling on the bed, he secures one ankle and then the other, the metal cuffs cold against my skin. He cranks the bar wider. His blue silk tie, smelling faintly of his cologne, tightens around my wrists as he ties them to the headboard.
Cool air skims my pussy, sending sparks up my spine. Being open like this, vulnerable, unable to hide, makes every nerve sit on alert and me on the edge of a scream.
“Fuck, you look incredible trussed up like that.”
He removes his clothes, unbuttoning each fastening painstakingly slow. My pussy clenches. His erection standing ready against his stomach. He kneels, his mouth dropping to my clit, lapping the sweet spot.
I gasp, pleasure I’ve learned to endure rising fast, almost dizzying.
“Feel it, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Let that pressure build until you explode all over my face.”
His words undo me; I come hard and fast. He drinks greedily. His thick tongue tasting every drop he can. “Delicious.”
His strong body crawls over me, one hand landing either side of my head.
“Look at me.” His cock nudges my entrance, my legs still held wide, completely accessible to him.
“I want you to watch me as I fuck you. I want you to see the pleasure me being inside you gives me. And,” he pauses, then drops a kiss onto my forehead.
“I want you to go to pieces beneath me as I ride you home. You’re not going to be able to walk for a week. ”
He slams into me without warning. I’m forced deep into the mattress. A broken cry leaves my throat. Sensation barreling through, too much, too good.
He thrusts hard and fast, taking no prisoners. My orgasm builds again. All I can do is experience it; I’m held in position between the bar, the bindings, and his body as he has his way.
“Ivan…I can’t take it.”
“You can and you will.”
I break again, screaming his name. The sweet pain of my orgasm clenching every muscle as he pushes harder, until he finds his own.
After, we lie together, exhausted and sated. I’m wrapped in his arms, snuggled against his chest. “You’re amazing,” I whisper. “I love you. Thank you for finding me.”
***
It’s a warm May afternoon when I decide to take a route I’ve not been on for months. As I stand across the street from my old gym, I watch the gymgoers come and go through the revolving door.
Bex’s New You is now called Blaze Fitness. The whole place looks every inch a five-star leisure center. It only picks at the scab of my failure, what I wasn’t able to achieve.
I’m turning to leave when I see him—Ivan’s walking down the stairs, chatting with a woman in a business suit. They shake hands and walk off.
The hope I’ve been floating on sinks like a stone in the lake so fast, my knees buckle. I grab the strap of my bag, as my chest cinches tight.
I tell myself it’s nothing, a coincidence.
But the fear rages back, cold and vicious, the same way it did the day Terry packed his bags and told me I wasn’t enough.
Ivan lied to me.
He climbs into his waiting car without looking back. It pulls out into the London traffic. I swallow hard, nausea rising in my throat fast.
The past is repeating itself. He isn’t who he said he was. He used me until he got what he wanted. My gym.