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In my head, those things seem like the actions of a boyfriend, not just a friend. But Lee is very clear in his words—he doesn’t want a relationship. So why are his actions a whole lot less clear?
Lee knocks on the door, pulling me out of my own head, and I run to answer it. I stop just before reaching for the handle, shaking myself and giving myself the same pep talk as before. I need to listen to his words, and not get too involved. But, if the way my heart races as I go to the door is any indication, it might be too fucking late. I’m too far gone, which means I’m going to get really hurt.
Opening the door, I allow myself a couple of seconds to run my gaze over Lee, the same way I do every time I see him. Dark jeans hug his thighs, and I know if he turns around the jeans will be pulled across, giving his ass the perfect shape. What can I say… I like a guy with a nice ass!
My gaze travels higher, across his tight black T-shirt that’s stretched over his hard abs and is tight around his biceps. He’s not wearing a coat, but he never seems to mind. He’s always too hot—then again, looking the way he does, I’m not surprised.
Even though his body has me drooling, it’s his face that sends my heart fluttering. His plump pink lips are turned up in that mischievous smile, revealing a dimple on one side. He’s got stubble stretched across his chin, like he hasn’t shaved for a couple of days, but the rugged look really suits him. His bright blue eyes are staring straight at me, glistening as he raises an eyebrow.
Oops, looks like he caught me checking him out.
Blush spreads across my cheeks, causing his smile to widen as he unapologetically rakes his gaze over my body. We’ve reached the stage now where I don’t feel I have to get completely dressed up. I mean, I still make a bit of an effort, and everything is fully waxed, but I opt for some comfier clothes. I’m wearing some black leggings and a baggy T-shirt of Lee’s that he left over here last week. It’s a Marvel shirt, but the way he’s looking at it, you’d think my tits were fully on display.
“Hey.” Well, that was the most pathetic welcome I could come up with, but I’m kinda frozen as I think about how good he looks.
His smile widens and his eyes darken, hooded with lust. I open the door wider so he can come through, stepping out of the way. He starts to walk into the flat, and I stand back to give him enough room. The hallway is long but narrow—you can touch both walls with each flattened palm. As he steps through, I try to move away, to give him some space, whilst every nerve cell in my body prickles with anticipation.
It’s always like this around him. Whenever he’s near, it’s like my body connects with his, and for the first time in a long time, I feel alive. I don’t give a shit that my thighs look big in the leggings, or that his T-shirt that I’m wearing is a little tight around my hips. I don’t even care that I should have washed my hair this morning, but I was so tired I just threw on some dry shampoo instead.
In the past, these are all imperfections that would have given me some pretty severe anxiety, and it would have taken a lot not to make myself perfect for him. But that’s the thing about Lee, even looking like shit, as I’m sure I do right now, he doesn’t seem to care. He likes me just the way I am, and in turn, that makes me start to like myself just that little bit more.
Lee hears my breath hitch, and that cheeky smile widens as he continues to crowd me. Once he’s in, without even looking, he slams the door closed, the latch snapping shut behind him. I reach to put the security chain on, but before I even know what’s happening, Lee spins me around and slams my back against the door. He drops the bag he’s holding and closes the gap between us, pressing his hard body against mine, caging me in.
I barely have time to register how close he really is before he slams his lips against mine. As soon as his taste hits my tongue, it’s like my body just reacts. I throw my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his neck and use that to pull him impossibly closer.
Swiping my tongue across his lower lip, he understands what I want and opens to give me the access I’m craving. As our tongues battle, tasting as much of each other as we can, Lee’s fingers skim across my hips, dragging lower until he reaches the hem of the shirt I’m wearing. At first I think he’s going to take it off, but instead he scoops his hands underneath the fabric and runs his fingers across my stomach. The feel of his cool fingers on my warm skin causes goosebumps to form, and a moan to escape my lips.
He moves his hands higher, until he reaches the edge of my bra, and my whole body practically vibrates in anticipation over what he will do. His mouth continues to devour mine, as his hand gently swipes across my already hardening nipple, all the while keeping his fingers above the fabric. I want to feel his touch, I need more, which is why I try to arch my back, pressing myself further into him.
Sadly, this doesn’t have the effect I’m hoping for, as Lee pulls his lips away from mine, and moves his hands to my hips, pressing me in place against the door. I gasp, trying to catch my breath as he stares at me, that mischievous glint in his eye.
“Tut, tut, Em. I thought you knew the rules by now. I’m in charge, and we go at my speed.” He tries his best to sound stern, but I can hear the humour in his voice. He likes the fact he turns me on so much I forget all the rules. Plus, he quite liked to punish me. Over the last two weekends, we started exploring light punishments, as well as other experiments, and I have to say, I love them all. Lee has opened up a whole new world for me, and I’m so fucking here for it.
I drop my gaze as blush spreads across my cheeks. “Sorry,” I mumble, though we both know I’m not really sorry. I want him, and I’m not ashamed of that.
Lee leans in until his breath is against my ear, and as soon as his deep, gravelly voice starts, I have to bite my lip to stop myself from sounding even more desperate. “Looks like someone needs to be punished. Do you still want to be my good girl?”
Fuck. Those dirty words cause my stomach muscles to tighten as I try to rub my thighs together to alleviate some of the ache I feel there. I get wetter every time his breath tickles my ear.
“I want to be your good girl,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
I brace myself, wondering what he’s going to do next, but he just stays frozen, his lips painfully close to my ear. I want to turn my face, to press my lips against his. I want to reach out and touch him, to pull him closer. Hell, I want his hands to move instead of staying frozen against my hips. I want so much more, but I know if I ask for it, he won’t give it to me. This is about me learning that to be a good girl, I have to do as I’m told. I have to do things at his pace, not mine.
Catching me completely off guard, Lee spins me around until my face and chest are pressed up against the door instead of my back. It all happens so fast, I can’t help the startled yelp that escapes, but Lee doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he manipulates my body, moulding me into the position he wants me in. Face and tits pressed against the door, he arches my back as he uses his knee to knock my knees further apart. This angle has my ass sticking out at the perfect angle to show off the curves Lee seems to like so much. And if I weren’t wearing leggings, this position would show off my pussy perfectly.
I turn my head slightly so my cheek is pressed against the door, making the position slightly more comfortable for me. Plus, from this position, I’m able to look over my shoulder and see what Lee’s doing, and I love what I see. His eyes are dark, hooded with lust, the crystal blue I love is barely visible. Gone is his mischievous smile, now he’s completely serious, almost intense, and that sends a shiver of excitement through me.
I watch as he pulls his T-shirt off and throws it onto the floor. I have to bite my lip as I take in the hard ridges of his abs. The bulge in his dark jeans is so obvious it looks almost painful, and I watch as he grips himself over the material, squeezing to help relieve some of the pressure. The delicious hiss that escapes his lips gets me wetter.
I could look at him like this forever—though I wouldn’t mind seeing him completely naked, as that’s even more of a sight. But clearly he has other things in mind. He reaches over and pulls my leggings and panties down to my ankles, the cool air hitting my bare pussy causes me to groan. I bite my lip in anticipation, and as soon as I catch sight of the glint in his eye, I realise exactly what he’s about to do.
SLAP!
The sound of his hand connecting with my right ass cheek echoes all around us, and I bite harder on my lip as the sting spreads. My ass feels as though it’s heating up, until Lee rubs his hand over the reddening flesh, soothing the delicious sting.
“What do you say?” he asks, his voice deep and thick, making it obvious just how turned on he is right now.
My brain barely registers what he says, as I’m bracing myself for the next spank. I try to think of a reply, but my brain has lost all rational thought and my lady parts are running the show now.
