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The recording of us, in the club’s bathroom, started to play. My cock grew hard as she came for me, pushing and shoving, punching and scratching. Oh yeah, I loved to be in control, but something about seeing her wild release... it gave me an edge of desire that I hadn't ever felt before.
Sitting on the sofa, I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped my hand into my pants. My cock hardened against my hand as I reached for the plastic ring on the table beside me. My palm was firm as I pulled my penis out of my clothes and rolled the cock ring down my shaft. It had tiny spikes on the inside which stung as they grazed my soft skin.
“You fucking took me,” I whispered toher as she had her way with me, taking everything she needed in that moment, as if she were a vampire draining me of blood. I was her donor, her life-force.
My penis throbbed in my hand as I turned the vibration of the cock ring on and ran my palm up and over the head. The swell of my foreskin made me lick my lips as I pulled it down, revealing my bulbous end. Lifting my gaze as the base of my prick pulsed, I lifted the remote and zoomed in on Lola. She was bucking wildly, her inexperience making her flail. The whip of her hair as she threw her head back made me moan. My hand sped up as she ground hard against me in the video, pushing her clitoris down onto my pelvic bone. I could still feel her, her pussy wrapped around me, sucking as she pulled up haphazardly. I hadn’t even tried to steady her when she almost fell off, I had been too busy controlling my own pleasure. I hadn’t wanted to lose control, she was the only one who had been allowed to do that.
“Ah,” I sighed as she slumped over me in the video, her cry of pleasure echoing in my head. “My sweet angel.”
Allowing my head to fall back against the couch, I gripped myself hard and tugged faster, moving my foreskin up and over the tip of my bulging cock. Her voice sent me over the edge as I relived the moment she released on top of me, playing it in my mind, just like I'd seen moments before. The pulse of orgasm spread out from the base of my shaft, running up and down the length of me. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as the pleasure rippled through me and my ejaculation ran down my knuckles.
“Shit,” I muttered, slumping in the couch and pressing rewind on the video. “I have to have you my way, my little angel. And soon.”
Chapter Thirteen
Spinning myself, I giggled when I nearly fell off the chair. The carpet rubbed the skin on my feet where I dragged them before pushing off again, whirling in a circle. The plain grey ceiling blurred as the giddiness inside faded.
“Shit,” I muttered as the chair crashed over, taking me with it.
Lying back on the hard carpet, I blinked to try and calm my crazy mind. The ceiling was ugly. In fact, the whole place was really crappy and considering I worked for a designer, it was time to change things.
Laughing, I jumped up and turned my laptop on, ready to use the company expenses.
A smile crossed my face as I remembered the episode in the club bathroom the day before. Joseph had been texting me since, making sure that I hadn't somehow traumatised myself. Except, it had done the opposite. A whole heavy weight had lifted and I was free to be me for the first time in a long time.
Ordering some paint online, I giggled again and got up from my chair, freezing when the buzzer for my office went. It had been so long since I'd had a visitor except Joseph, who was just finishing up on a job, I forgot what I had to do next. When the loud buzzer sounded again, I rushed to the door and opened it. Two men stood there with a huge box, almost the size of me, standing on wheels.
“Delivery for Lola?” the tall one said.
Frowning, I stood back and gestured for them to enter. They had to manoeuvre the box several times before it came in on the metal wheels.
“Do you know what it is?” I asked, trying to remember if I'd ordered something for Joe’s new job.
The men shook their heads and grunted, handing me a tablet to sign. As if anyone could do their signature on those things anyway. Still, I squiggled something and handed it back, turning to the huge parcel as they left me, closing the door behind them. Maybe Joe had got the cot delivered to the office instead of the house and had forgotten to tell me. I'd seen the design of the cot and it would've had to be custom made to fit properly.
A thrill ran over my skin and goosebumps popped up as I grabbed a knife from the kitchenette. Stabbing the tape that sealed the box, I yanked the blade through it, all the way from the top to the bottom. I had to pull and tug at the cardboard to get it off the huge item inside. Once the room looked like a grenade had gone off, I stepped back and studied the... chair?
One thing was for certain, there wasn't a cot in the box. It was a contraption of some sort. My insides flip-flopped as I stepped closer and ran my gaze down the dark wooden chair. It was a high- backed seat with two leather padded arms and four sturdy legs. Black leather straps with holes and a buckle hung from both arms and the front two legs. Shit, it looked like the sex chair from the historical series of Reign. I wasn't going to lie, my breath was coming short and my palms were slick.
“Is that...?” I whispered, moving closer. “It's a fucking dildo.”
Laughter burst from me as I reached for the pink vibrator. It was a rabbit type with the two ears at the front and... it didn't budge when I pulled at it, trying to pick it up. The toy was glued to the chair, facing the back as if it had grown out of it the wrong way or something. What the…?
My phone rang and I turned to look at it, vibrating on the desk. Only two people knew the address of where I worked. Either my friend, or my boss, had sent the strange contraption. The only other option was that one of our clients had accidentally had the delivery sent to the wrong person.
Snatching up my phone, I answered Joseph's call. “Joe, I think one of the clients has sent–”
“They haven't,” he cut me off, his tone hard, “it's from me.”
“What now?” I blurted, my eyes widening.I'd just noticed the hand cuffs on the top of the chair, hanging over the high back. “What the fuck is it?”
A deep chuckle dribbled into my ear and I swallowed my shock down. Clearly, whatever it was, wasn't a surprise to Joseph. Which meant I was completely out of my league because it looked like some weird torture device that belonged in the 50 Shades of Grey movie.
“Let's just say,” he murmured, “I have a kink. And I wondered if you'd like to partake.”
Humming, I went closer to the chair. Ah, yes, I'd forgotten about his previous confession. In fact, I'd been so wrapped up in my own life, I'd completely missed the opportunity to ask him about his so-called kink. A chill rushed over me, despite the warmth of the office. I'd read the books, I'd seen the movie a few times, and even had a naughty fantasy or two about being spanked... but this?
“I... er...” Stuttering, I tried to think of what to say, what to do.
