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to pay attention to what he was doing. Chiz dropped over her with a growl and, before she could move her arms, he pinned her wrists to the bed with one of his hands. This was one of her more flexible moments; this was what she had come for. She resisted him enough for him to press harder and make the point that he was in charge, then he steadied her hips with his other hand and thrust into her.
She brought her legs up, crossing her ankles behind his back, unable to keep still as he slid in and out, rocking against her. She wanted to feel the hair on his chest against her skin, but she wasn’t about to demand that he stop so that she could remove the shirt completely.
“Shame you took the heels off, doll.”
“I can put them back on if you’d like.”
Chiz paused for a moment, and then pushed into her, as deep as he could reach. It hit a spot in her that was feeling a little bruised, but even that small pain felt deliciously necessary and made her move against him, seeking more of the same.
He grunted. “Another time.”
Andy gasped as he leaned down, and nuzzled into the gaping shirt to find her breast, so that he could suck hard on her nipple.
“So, you don’t mind if I come by tomorrow?” She was rapidly losing the ability to remember words.
“Not at all, doll. Not at all.” His voice was muffled as he moved up to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
He stepped up the tempo then, and after nipping his teeth over the mark that he’d already left, he straightened his arms and held himself above her while thrust fast and hard. Andy kept the eye contact as long as she could, but in the end she had to throw her head back, gripping him tightly with her thighs as her spine bowed from the bed as her orgasm demanded release. She cried out and Chiz joined her with a bellow, and then dropped over her so that his face was once again nestled in between her neck and shoulder.
“Hmmmmmm. I need a shower, but I don’t think I can move.”
Chiz laughed at the fact she was actually purring. He was still hard and sheathed inside her, and the movement made her make an interesting noise of remembered pleasure.
Andy felt Chiz smile against her neck before he rolled off her and reached for his cigarettes.
She basked in the afterglow until Chiz had about half finished his smoke, then she twisted up and off the bed, stretching once she was standing. She walked around the bed towards the bathroom, slipping out of the shirt and dropping it to the floor as she walked, albeit a little unsteadily.
When she reached the doorway, she turned back to the bed.
“Care to join me, baby?”
Chiz was positively beaming.
~o0o~
Andy woke the next morning, in her own bed. She checked the time on her phone, which was sitting on a set of drawers next to the bed, connected to its charger. It was early, but not obscenely so. She’d worked Christmas Day and the day before; today she was taking a day for herself, although it would still be filled with activities pertaining to her work.
She showered and dressed for the cooler weather in jeans and a knitted turtleneck. Having decided that Starbucks could provide breakfast, Andy shrugged into a belted trench coat and spent the rest of the morning shopping for groceries for herself and supplies for the club. That done, and having put her own groceries away and stowed the bags for the club safely in the boot of her car, she made herself a light lunch. She opted for salad and a grilled chicken breast, because her next stop was the gym.
After ninety minutes of stretching exercises, cardio and light weights, she showered again, ready for her next stop. Andy was a regular at the gym; she needed stamina in her work. Wielding a paddle or a whip for up to an hour at a time demanded strength in her upper body and in her core. After the gym came a trip to the beauty salon she
She brought her legs up, crossing her ankles behind his back, unable to keep still as he slid in and out, rocking against her. She wanted to feel the hair on his chest against her skin, but she wasn’t about to demand that he stop so that she could remove the shirt completely.
“Shame you took the heels off, doll.”
“I can put them back on if you’d like.”
Chiz paused for a moment, and then pushed into her, as deep as he could reach. It hit a spot in her that was feeling a little bruised, but even that small pain felt deliciously necessary and made her move against him, seeking more of the same.
He grunted. “Another time.”
Andy gasped as he leaned down, and nuzzled into the gaping shirt to find her breast, so that he could suck hard on her nipple.
“So, you don’t mind if I come by tomorrow?” She was rapidly losing the ability to remember words.
“Not at all, doll. Not at all.” His voice was muffled as he moved up to bury his face in the crook of her neck.
He stepped up the tempo then, and after nipping his teeth over the mark that he’d already left, he straightened his arms and held himself above her while thrust fast and hard. Andy kept the eye contact as long as she could, but in the end she had to throw her head back, gripping him tightly with her thighs as her spine bowed from the bed as her orgasm demanded release. She cried out and Chiz joined her with a bellow, and then dropped over her so that his face was once again nestled in between her neck and shoulder.
“Hmmmmmm. I need a shower, but I don’t think I can move.”
Chiz laughed at the fact she was actually purring. He was still hard and sheathed inside her, and the movement made her make an interesting noise of remembered pleasure.
Andy felt Chiz smile against her neck before he rolled off her and reached for his cigarettes.
She basked in the afterglow until Chiz had about half finished his smoke, then she twisted up and off the bed, stretching once she was standing. She walked around the bed towards the bathroom, slipping out of the shirt and dropping it to the floor as she walked, albeit a little unsteadily.
When she reached the doorway, she turned back to the bed.
“Care to join me, baby?”
Chiz was positively beaming.
~o0o~
Andy woke the next morning, in her own bed. She checked the time on her phone, which was sitting on a set of drawers next to the bed, connected to its charger. It was early, but not obscenely so. She’d worked Christmas Day and the day before; today she was taking a day for herself, although it would still be filled with activities pertaining to her work.
She showered and dressed for the cooler weather in jeans and a knitted turtleneck. Having decided that Starbucks could provide breakfast, Andy shrugged into a belted trench coat and spent the rest of the morning shopping for groceries for herself and supplies for the club. That done, and having put her own groceries away and stowed the bags for the club safely in the boot of her car, she made herself a light lunch. She opted for salad and a grilled chicken breast, because her next stop was the gym.
After ninety minutes of stretching exercises, cardio and light weights, she showered again, ready for her next stop. Andy was a regular at the gym; she needed stamina in her work. Wielding a paddle or a whip for up to an hour at a time demanded strength in her upper body and in her core. After the gym came a trip to the beauty salon she
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