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Tortoiseshell glasses name was Theodora, Nichy found out when Theodora sat down at the table with them. She pushed her tortoiseshell frames up into her hair, and smiled at her. Renee put her hand on Theodora’s thigh, and looked at Nichy. At first she had noticed tortoiseshell–Theodora–because she was very pretty and alone. It seemed like she was waiting for someone. But then Nichy went to the bathroom, and Renee came in, in what was a like a dream proposition now because she and Tyler were all over Theodora.

Not that Nichy wanted it. She still wondered how long it was going to be almost with Gavin. Almost never quite…She never imagined that they would even get this far when she used to have to masturbate in the bathroom at work just to take off the edge, because she wanted him so much.

With Theodora so close to her, she saw something familiar about her. Nichy was not sure, but she felt that she had seen her before? Not a deep friendship, but once or twice maybe? 

Though she could not remember if recently, or before.

Theodora exuded the type of sensuality that even when she was sitting and it was really Renee and Tyler who were trying to seduce her, it looked like she was being served. She had that air.

Where had she seen her before, Nichy wondered…as she picked up her drink and drained the suggestion of ice water that had melted in the glass. Theodora had clearly had a little too much to drink, but she was still rich in sensual grace. Her slit eyelids had a feline quality as she looked around her. 

They all had had too much to drink. Gavin had probably imbibed the least of all of them.

“Want to go home?” he whispered to her.

His warm breath caressed her cheek.

“Let’s go to your place,” she said, pressing her lips to his sleeve.

Nichy saw that he smiled out of the the corner of her eyes. She wanted to be safe for a moment. After all of this time where she had been careful about being discovered, and now she had been abducted and held at empty gunpoint. Going to Gavin’s seemed like a refuge, even though she knew that Graham knew where he lived.

They chose a cab, going home and there was a sense of deja vu for Nichy. She remembered before all of her recent diversions, being in the cab wanting to dry hump Gavin after the blackout when his cousin was going into labor. Now her hand was on his thigh, and he kissed her wherever his lips touched: her cheek, her hand, her neck–wherever.

She just wanted to feel safe, as she slipped her hand inside Gavin’s shirt. He sat up abruptly.

“Not in the cab,” he said quietly.

“Why not?”

Her hand strayed further under his shirt, though he pulled her hand away, and kissed every finger, sucked every finger. 

It went straight to her clit. 

But he had not moved her hand fast enough, and she felt the feeling of metal that she was all to familiar with. That she had rode between her legs with Graham…she knew that feeling.

She knew Gavin had a gun on him, that they had never been to his apartment before, that they already had pulled up in front of his building and she was not sure what she was going up into that apartment for. He had been so calm about Dorian, he had been oblivious about what happened with Graham…was this his response?

Her clit throbbed with desire and fear, as she walked out of the cab. Gavin walked behind her and jingled his keys. 

“Come here,” he whispered, pulling her to him. His kiss was like fire–raged over her mouth, her throat and he kissed what was exposed of her breast in the street, his fingers searching for her under her dress as he pressed her to the wrought iron gate, just out of the view of the doorman.

“Not in the cab, but on the street?!” she laughed nervously, because she would have before but now she was intimidated. 

Gavin pulled his hands away from her. 

Kissed her without touching her.

“Let’s go upstairs…”

He put his hand on the small of her back, his hand lingered over her hip and backside as they walked into the apartment building. The doorman smiled at her, and some semblance of safety returned to her heart.

She was going upstairs with him, and she was not sure she was coming back down…

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Nichy closed her eyes when she saw Tyler outside of the bar. She was pretty sure that her face was contorted with desire, and Tyler stared at her.
“Renee is in there, and I am not sure what is going on with the two of you,” Nichy started, turning to Gavin. “It might not be a good idea.”
Tyler stared at her for a long moment, then looked at Gavin who had his arm about her waist protectively.
“I am not going to run from Renee, I did not do anything wrong to her.”
“Tyler, Nichy is right,” Gavin said, looking at Nichy. “Renee is in a bad way, you might want to rethink that.”
“Thanks for the warning, but it is a free country and I am going to have a drink.”
Tyler walked past them, into the bar.
Nichy looked at Gavin. Gavin’s eyes were dark, filled with emotions that scared her and made her even wetter. She squeezed his hand.
“We have to go back in there. It is going to be a mess if we leave them alone.”
“It is not really our business Nichy, we have our own business to attend to and I cannot wait a minute longer…for you…”

Nichy looked down at his shoes, and felt herself clench with desire.
“I just want to prevent having to hear about it for a really long time Gavin. If I don’t, she is going to need to tell me. Which means coming to my place…or something.”
“So we will go to my place…”
Gavin caressed her backside with urgency, and she was just about to turn with him…when Renee ran out of the bar, holding one of her stilettos in her hand. But before her barefoot touched the sidewalk, Tyler grabbed her arm.
“Nichy!” she yelled, pulling away from Tyler. “Nichy, can I go with you and Gavin?”
Nichy turned to look at Gavin.

With her face buried in Gavin’s sleeve, Nichy tried to avoid Renee and Tyler making out on her couch. She and Gavin sat across from them, her hands in fists between her legs.
Nichy kissed the cotton of his sleeve, and her own breath warmed her lips. Gavin flinched like her mouth was fire.
“So I guess you two have made up?” Gavin said, with undisguised sarcasm.
Nichy liked this more aggressive side of Gavin, as Renee and Tyler looked at him. Tyler put Renee’s hand, between his thighs.
“I told you not to worry about us.” Tyler said, as Renee licked her lips and stared at them before she licked his cheek.
They kissed again as if Nichy and Gavin were not there, before Tyler stood up and Renee got up with him. He kissed her hand, before he smiled at Nichy and Gavin.
“I guess we should go,” he said.
Nichy stood up, and followed them to the door. Her heart sunk, as Gavin walked ahead of them.
“See you,” Gavin whispered in her ear, chewing on it just a bit. “And don’t you dare touch yourself before I do.”
Nichy looked at him mournfully, and nodded.
“Have a good night Nichy,” Tyler smiled knowingly at her.
Nichy closed her door knowing that Renee and Tyler were probably going to fuck in the backseat of a taxi.
And she promised Gavin that she would not touch herself.
When she closed the door, she pressed herself to it and a knock on the door vibrated through her as if someone had directly touched her clit.
She turned, and looked through the peephole.
Gavin.
When she opened the door, he closed it behind her and pressed her up against it.
She felt his hard length pressed against her and looked up at him, caressing the stubble on his cheek. Quickly, she unbuttoned his shirt and pressed her palms against his nipples. Her hands rested on his stomach, before she unbuckled his belt. The click of his belt, echoed in her ear as she unfastened his dress pants.
It was not the echo of his belt though, she soon realized as she felt a familiar coolness press at the small of her back.
She stopped breathing.
The last time she felt that chill, she was having sex with someone and she was terrified. But she never thought that she would have the same experience more than once.
“You did not call me back baby, and you know that I do not like to be ignored…” Nichy froze at the familiar intruder’s voice.
Nichy normally checked inside of her apartment, when she did not walk in with so many people. And with Gavin being there, and with the heaviness of desire she felt, she had not thought…
Nichy was frozen as she was pushed back to the wall. Gavin was hit with the butt of the gun that had been on her back. His blood was frozen in her thoughts as he fell to he floor, and she dropped onto her knees over him. Blood was on her fingers, and she absently brought them to her face before she blacked out…

Nichy woke up in a body harness, she could see her bound reflection in the mirror. Her chest was heavy with the gun that was bound there. She was completely naked, and Graham stared at her. When he called her the other night, she had hoped that he was not going to be able to find her.
How could she have been so naive to think that he was not going to find her? She had been running from him for such a long time, but she knew he was going to find her eventually…
“Now I have got you my pretty,” he said, caressing the gun against her chest.

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cropped version of TIE ME UP cover via f dot leonora

“Nichy, are you listening to me?”
Nichy turned and stared at Renee. She really had not been listening to her friend. After the call that she had gotten last night, it was the only thing that she had thought about.
Until she got to work that morning.
She saw Gavin as soon as she walked into the office. He stared at her, at first, but then he smiled.
Nichy looked around her in the as if she was afraid that she was being watched, then stared at Renee.
“No, I was a bit distracted…”
Nichy was happy that no one knew about her and Gavin, except her and Gavin. It was awkward to be back in her real life, well, what was now her real life after seeing Dorian.
And the phone call…
Renee shrugged,
“Not a big deal anyway. I should have hooked up with you or Gavin instead of Tyler.”
Nichy was still distracted, but then Renee’s words sunk in.
“Me?”
“Well, you know…you acted like it did not happen but…something could have happened when I stayed over with you…” Renee grinned shyly, and stirred her drink. “I mean I was only ever with a girl in college to try it you know? But that night with you, you put me in the mood again…”
Again Renee’s words sunk in slowly, but this time it was stark background music as she saw Gavin.
He did not avoid looking at her, but she knew that it was because he did not want it to seem like he did not believe her. But how could he?
“Gavin!” Renee turned around and pounded on the glass window so that Gavin would turn around.
Nichy smiled softly as he walked in. He sat down next to her because it was the only space. His thigh touched hers like it did the first day that they sat together in this booth in this bar.
But now there had been kisses, now there had been almost…and then this. Not knowing what to say to him.
Nichy still did not hear anything that was being said about the demise of Renee and Tyler. The silence between her and Gavin was so thick, that she was not able to hear.
“I am going to the bathroom.” Nichy heard as a delay, after Renee was already probably in the bathroom. She pressed her thigh to Gavin’s unconsciously, and she froze until he caressed her it.
“Gavin…”
“I do not know what happened Nichy, but I want to believe that you told me the truth. I want to believe what you said because I cannot turn off what I have been feeling. Maybe I scared you off…”
“Gavin…”
“Are you wet?”
“Gav…”
Her voice fell as he slipped his hand under her dress. The crotch of her thong was curled around her clit. His finger circled her bare wet clit.
“You do not owe me any explanation Nichy, about last night or about now and how soaking wet you are…you cannot pretend to be this wet…”
“Gavin, I never pretended with you. You always make me wet, even before we were together…before this…”
“Get the check, or at least get rid of Renee, because I am not going to let you have an option this time. I am not going to leave you alone…” He circled her clit like a spin cycle that she had watched at the laundromat. Her hips moved in time with his finger.
Nichy did not have a chance to excuse herself from Renee. Gavin got up, and made excuses that she honestly did not how plausible they were.
When she got up, she was so wet and slippery. Gavin caressed her ass, when they were walking out of the bar. She plucked her thong from curling around her clit, and that tiny sensation almost made her come.
She needed to come.

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Nichy clutched her vintage polka dot dress at the crotch, her fingers pressed into her labia and caressed her clit gently through the material. Her body was so heavy with lust, she could barely move. Walking almost made her come, because the tiniest sensation between her legs aroused her. She pressed her head to the bathroom mirror behind the door, and that coolness shot through her body like a current.

Sloppily she ended up on the bathroom floor, mindless of the cool tiles beneath her skin sending jolts all through her worked up state. She had spent her last few days with not one, but two men…but she was on the bathroom floor relieving herself alone. Unconsciously, her fingers moved like Gavin or Dorian’s had moved over her…there. Her sex felt silkier than any flower, as she caressed the skin before she tried to make herself come. The soft silky skin was not dissimilar to the silkiness of her favorite chocolate, that exploded like silk in her mouth. The part of her tongue where that explosion occurred throbbed now in time with her clit, which she was not ready to address manually.

Dorian was still staying at the hotel from which they left, to bring her back home. She was going to meet him there again. If for nothing else, she wanted to see him when she did not fear that he was going to abduct her as he had and because she simply needed to see him again. Being in bed with him, brought too many memories back to her…

Her finger dragged all the more over her labia, she felt gooey wetness when she inserted her finger inside herself. Her finger was clutched by her inadvertent spasms, and she just left it there for a bit. Gavin had used his fingers like this when he went down on her, and thinking about that made her involuntary spasms even more frequent. She was going to come without really touching herself it seemed. Between her legs was hot and wet, and the coolness of the tiled bathroom floor had disappeared for the most part.

Her phone rang, just as she had started to circle her clit with her dampened finger. Nicky rolled her head back and forth on the floor. She was not getting off of the floor, until she got off. Her hands sticky with her own pre-come, she pulled up her polka dot dress and rubbed her clit hard. She dipped inside herself to lubricate her finger over and over, because it felt best when she did it that way. Damp but not too wet, or she could not grip herself the way she needed to.

She came before she was even ready to, and she bit inside of her lip in the same place that she had bit it before when she came with Gavin, and with Dorian. Nichy got on her knees, where the coolness of the bathroom tiles was evident again and panted. She had come so hard she was out of breath, as she caressed her polka dot dress-covered nipple.

Getting up slowly, so she did not have a head rush, Nichy picked up her phone and subsequently dropped it. She pressed her hand to her head, and her nose was filled with her own fresh come along her fingers…distracting her from the ominous caller…

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polka dot dress photo by f dot leonora

“Simi.”
 Nichy heard Dorian’s soft Welsh accent luring her attention back to him.
As if he already knew she was lost as Gavin walked toward them.
“Nichy?”
Gavin did not sound angry, which made Nichy feel even more remorse at the situation.
“Gavin?” she answered him.
“I knew that it was an overwhelming last few days, but you did not have to leave without telling me. You could have told me…”
“Gavin..”
“I was just telling Ilona’s husband, he is staying here. That is why I am here. I was telling him that I probably scared you off…that was why you left after the baby was born…”
“Gavin, I do not even know what to say, where to start…”
He stared between her and Dorian.
“It is not Sim-Nichy’s fault. I am an old friend of hers, I saw her and demanded she come up to my suite for a drink,” Dorian said coming to her rescue.
“It felt a little overwhelming Gavin. I left without fanfare, because I did not want it to be about me. I saw Dorian and he invited me up for a drink while I was going home.”
She looked at Gavin, before grasping his hand, caressing the inside of his palm with her fingertips.
“Nichy, we are heading back to the hospital,” he squeezed her hand back. “I will see you.”
Nichy felt herself reach for him as he walked away, but realized that she had to let him go. She had to respect what he was feeling.
“Are you going to go after him?”
Nichy turned on her heel to look at Dorian. She could see that he was sincere, but it was what he had done that got her in this situation in the first place.
“I’m sorry,” Dorian said, as if he could read her thoughts.
She looked down at her hands, and thought about how damp her panties were when she went to the bathroom before they left the room. Soaking because of Dorian giving her head so good, she thought she was going to faint when he made her come so hard. So hard, she held her hand to her head remembering it.
“Are you hungry, do you want something to eat before I take you home?”
“I am not hungry.”
“Simi…”
“It is Nichy now…” She put her hand up to his face, caressed his stubble. “I am sorry too.” Nichy had watched Gavin disappear through the doors, with an attractive man in a suit pulling a carry-on. She did not stand too close to Dorian, she knew that Gavin would still be looking. They made an attractive couple, she and Dorian had been one of those couples that everyone envied.
It was such a risk to be with him now, with all that happened and all the reasons why she had had to leave him.
But it was hard as hell to leave him now.
Even as she let Gavin go because she knew he needed to be on his own, she was also not quite ready to leave Dorian. They walked outside, his driver pulled up and got out of the car to open the door for both of them. Nicky got into the car, knowing she flashed anybody who was walking by and cared to look. Would they see how damp the crotch of her panties was in that quick glimpse?
Between her legs was cool when she closed them from the dampness. Dorian got in beside her, the feeling of his thigh against hers made her wetter.
There was nothing for them to say to each other. What did you say, when you had been abducted by your ex, who you had to leave for reasons that you still could not tell him and saw the guy that you were currently hooking up with in the hotel where you were held hostage?
Nichy looked out of the window, and placed her hand on Dorian’s thigh out of familiarity. She turned to look at him right away, his eyes already on her.
“Do you want me to remain a gentleman?” he asked, his hand over hers.
His accent was thick with restrained lust. Nichy looked down, and unbuckled his belt. He put his hand out to stop her, but she put the strap of his belt in her mouth and looked up at him. He slumped, sinking into the plush cushion of the seat as he helped her pull down his pants. There was already pre-come on his crown, and she licked it quickly to honor him. Every stroke of her tongue along his length was an act of reverence for her. The familiarity of the act soothed her, was sacred to her as she held his thighs. Her eyes watered as he bucked up deeper into his mouth, she wanted it deep.
She wanted to be messy from pleasuring him.
Her hand reached inside her soaking panties, cool and warm with a new wave of lust.
“Sim-Nich—“
He did not even know what to call her when he came.
Nichy pulled away from him sated, with specks of come all over her. Grabbing the tissue box from near the mini bar, she dabbed at her mouth.
“I owed you,” she said, her eyes slit blinded by the moon.

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full moon via wikipedia

Nichy curled on her side on the mattress, her eyes welled up with tears. She was ashamed that the tears came, but she could not help it. There was a maelstrom of emotion whirling around her…“I’m sorry Simi…” Dorian lie beside her, wiping the soft dampness from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He kissed her lids, and Nichy felt more tears come when he said Simi. That was his short name for her, when she was still going by Simona.

“I never wanted to leave you,” Nichy whispered, her eyes closed. “I still cannot tell you why…but this was not the way to go about finding me. You terrified me for hours…”
“I would never hurt you, you know that. I did something stupid, but I never would have hurt you…”
Nichy smiled softly, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I did not think you would…but you made me question that the longer you kept me…”
Dorian ran his hand through her bedhead. He caressed it lovingly. Nicky felt his breath on her face, and heard the difference in his breathing letting her know he was aroused. 

At what point of this could he not have been aroused? But the difference now was something in her needed to feel the Dorian she had known.

The Dorian she loved.

His breath was replaced by his lips on her cheeks, and then her mouth. Nichy did not resist, as he covered her with his weight and pinned her down like a butterfly with his kisses. She reached for him to anchor him, and felt his hardness against her. Pressing her hands to his chest, she kissed him softly before saying,

“Dorian, no…”

He rolled onto his back, and looked up at the ceiling. Nicky rolled over with him, sprawled over his chest.

“I said no because I don’t want to Dorian…to say no that is, but this is too much right now.”
She kissed his bare chest where his shirt was unbuttoned. The feeling of his skin under her mouth, was as familiar to her as her own. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, her fingers slipping lower until her finger caressed the smooth skin of his navel. Dorian took her hand, as he ran his hands through her hair again, massaging her scalp which he knew was one of her hot spots. 

When Gavin kissed her, and ran his hand through her hair even he noted that it was a hot spot.

Gavin…

She squirmed under Dorian’s touch.

“Dorian…” She started, but did not finish. How could she tell him she was thinking about what she was going to tell Gavin, when she had left him and not said a word and she still could not tell him why?

And aside from that with their bodies together and her squirming, she had touched his happy trail which she knew was his hot spot. She felt him hold in his stomach as he gasped, and he unbuckled his belt. Her body sagged with lust when she heard that sound. Dorian held her hand, but it was of its own volition that it sought that part of him that she had always craved like a fiend.

Nichy was fiendish now…

“Simi,” he gasped, as she caressed him and licked his chest. Dorian squeezed her hand. “No.”

Nichy moved her hand from inside of his pants, but she remained lying over his chest. 

“I owe you…” he said after awhile.
Nichy lifted up, and Dorian rolled her onto her back. Softly pushing her clothes away from her, he caressed her clit first with his fingers and then with his tongue. She twisted with pleasure at the potent combination of his soft tongue and rough stubble between her legs. Closing her legs about his shoulders, Nichy came so fast it scared her.

Panting heavily, Nichy was on her back with her legs still apart as if she was expecting more.
“I am going to take you home now, I promised…” Dorian announced.
The next couple of minutes with them getting dressed, and Dorian grabbing his car keys was like a dream to her. Was she dreaming? What the hell was this?

She had not been with anyone since Dorian, and sometimes she would dream she was with Gavin and he would end up having some feature of Dorian’s. Nichy figured it was because they had been together for such a long time…but now she wondered what if it was deeper than that…

He led her out into the ornate hotel hallway, and closed the room door behind them. Dorian turned to look at her, and caressed the curve of her lip. She sucked his fingertip without thinking, and the next thing she knew she was pressed against the wall. Her hip knocked into a vases with roses, the sweet scent of roses rose up to her. 

Dorian pressed his body to hers, before he kissed her so thoroughly she panted even harder than when he made her come before.

“I am trying to redeem my gentleman card Nichy, please…let me do that. Because if I had you against this wall? There would be nothing gentlemanly about it…”

They looked at each other for a long moment, before he took her hand and led her into the elevator. Nichy leaned against her arms that were behind her back, and said nothing. It was better this way. She knew he was sorry, and her emotions right now was not stable enough. Especially since half of the reason why she was so riled up, was because of Gavin.

No sooner than he popped into her head, she walked out of the elevator and saw him standing by a vase with roses at the concierge desk.

And he saw her…and Dorian.

This is the first anniversary of Masturbation Monday, which I joined in on since Week 30. I had the lovely mastermind of this meme Kayla Lords over for some pre-celebration yesterday, and you can read this week’s stories here!

  
photo of roses by f dot leonora

Nichy’s hand was in a tight fist, when she jerked awake. She settled into the curve of Dorian’s body with ease, her hand still between her legs and
she moved it as if she touched the edge of a hot stove.That was how she got in this position in the first place.

“What do you want cheri?” Dorian had asked her in a saccharine voice, when her hand wandered there the first time.

She had dug her nails into his hand, and bit him as a response. Nonplussed, he walked away from her. Then everything went dark around her, she groaned at first before she realized he had blindfolded her. There was a bit of light, so she could see shapes and that made her feel a little better. Her calmness in this situation frightened her. Maybe it was her stray hope that Dorian would not hurt her…

Her body curved into his, his arm was heavy over her. There was no way for her to move without moving him. His arm around her had nothing to do with closeness or intimacy, and everything to do with making sure that she did not move.

Where was she going to wander to when she did not know where she was and could barely see?

Nichy let her fingertips tap her labia lightly through her clothes. She had not stopped thinking about Gavin. What was he thinking about her, did he think she had had too much and left? Or did he realize there was something sinister? Did he still feel the heavy desire that she did? They had been playing such a sexy game without meaning to. Her fingers tapped even heavier through her clothes as she thought about him, and she bit the inside of her arm. She bit the same spot she had bitten, when Gavin was stealing pleasure from her before they left for the hospital.

But now that arm was bound to the bedpost. She was blindfolded and bound, but relatively calm. The stray hope that Dorian would not hurt her lingered, but her mind did wander to true crime programs she watched. It was always the people you knew…

Dorian shifted suddenly, and she stopped breathing. Being under his heaviness was familiar and strange to her, as he pressed himself to the back of her. His fingers brushed her loose arm, and goosebumps bloomed underneath his touch. Nichy was embarrassed that her hand was still between her legs, as he caressed her wrist. He kissed the back of her neck, and took her hand in his. She squirmed when his fingertips caressed her inadvertently, afraid he could feel the thumping between her legs. The agitated space she had been in with Gavin, came to a head as she struggled on her side with Dorian. If she struggled, she only succeeded in pressing against his erection.

“Nichy, you remember don’t you? You remember when you liked this, when you liked me?”

“I loved you Dorian…”

Nichy bit her lip, as she automatically corrected him. She had loved him very much, but it was not the time to rehash that emotion right now. Dorian let go of her hand, and she squirmed because she missed the heat of his hand on the top of her thighs. His fingers now brushed her tied arm, loosening her. She curled into fetal position, rubbing the tingling that filled her arm.

Saying she had loved him, made him freeze. Nichy felt the frostiness between them.

“I am taking you home Nichy, I don’t know what I thought I was doing forcing you to come here. If you loved me, what am I doing right now? I am taking you home.”

Nichy sat up, her arm warm as the blood flowed through it liberally again. She was excited to go home, but she was afraid that Dorian knew all too well what he had done. Being close to him again, smelling him, having him touch her made everything she had wanted to forget rush like the blood was rushing into her arm again.

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detail of a goya blindfold via wikipedia

It was only a few hours, but it felt like it had been days. Nichy was on her side, exhausted, but afraid to fall asleep in front of Dorian. His eyes were heavy, but he watched her cautiously as well. She turned on her side, and stared up at the high ceiling.“I could let you go right now,” he said, his voice penetrated into her drifting thoughts. 

It was hard to see Dorian again. He said that she just left, but she had no choice. She had had to leave, and change everything about her life for their safety. Dorian had the means to find her obviously, but she had hoped that she had time. And she had, and she had met Gavin. The heaviness in her heart when she thought about Gavin…She had been reckless to want him. Now he was another man that she had had to abandon against her will…

Her eyes closed tightly at her harrowing memories, before her damp eyes returned to the ceiling.

Nichy was silent, waiting for Dorian to finish his musing. Let him speak, let him be the one who made the decision of whether to let her go or not.

“I could let you go Simona, but I do not know that you will not tell on me. I can’t let you go, because you might call the police.”

“I might,” she said emptily. “I might just call them.”

The weight of his body circled hers on the floor, as he got up from his seated surveillance. She had baited him, it was wrong, but she was not going to be the girl who groveled and promised that she would not tell. She was not going to beg him anymore, than she already had this past few hours. When they were together, she had only ever begged him for pleasure.

“So I cannot let you go then,” His voice was disembodied, as he spoke facing away from her.

Nichy did not know who he was anymore, but she could say the same for him. He knew Simona: who she was before she changed her name and left everything. He did not know who Nichy was, except that she was not going to beg him for her freedom.

When they were Simona and Dorian, she knew that he had an edge. She had loved that edge, loved about him that he could be like the edge of the sharpest blade. And moments later, so tender with her that it made her weep.

With pleasure.

She remembered in bed, him covering her with his body when she was turned away from him like she just did on this floor. He would cover her mouth with one hand, caress her stomach with the other and cup her between the legs with ownership. Playing her like an instrument of music or destruction. She was not sure which, but she moved against his cupped hand as he made her so sloppy wet he could barely keep his grip on her. Too wet for him to stroke her to come.

But he did.

Nichy did not realize her hand had involuntary cupped between her upper thighs. She closed her eyes as Dorian paused in front of her, and stopped breathing for a moment. As if he would not see her if she was not breathing. His feet grazed the outline of her body, before he bent to look in her now open eyes. 

Chuckling darkly, he took her hand from between her legs.

“What do you want cheri?”
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