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Chapter 50: We Didn't F***** Yet

Chapter 50: We Didn't F***** Yet

Angelia

"What really happened? Did Marshall threaten him?" I asked, curious to know how exactly they

talked.

Your

"Your landlord is obligated to keep the locks functioning, he just needed to be reminded of that." He said, avoiding answering if he had threatened him or not.

"Listen, I wanted to tell you how perfect you were last night. You are a natural at this, did you enjoy it?"

T

I knew he was trying to change the subject but it still worked. I immediately preened at the compliment he gave me..

"Yes, I did. It was intense but the good kind, you know?" I replied and he nodded.

"I know and I am glad you enjoyed it. Last night, you got pleasure with a little bit of pain, another time, it might just be pain. Will you be okay with that?"

What I already knew about bdsm was that many submissives and dominants didn't do sex at all, they usually focused on other parts of the kink like bondage, submitting and pain. I will." I replied I sincerely.

"Yes,

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I have read what the pain could do to a submissive and I couldn't wait to experience it for myself.

"Good," he muttered before getting out of the car and walked around to open my door like he always did.

He unlocked the building door for me and once again, I found myself walking to my apartment with a man which had been a rare occurrence before all this.

"Here is your set of keys for the door downstairs." He held it out for me and I accepted it.

I

"Have a great day, sunshine. I will see you on Thursday." He said and leaned in to kiss my forehead and I almost swooned.

I didn't know when he had started even calling me sunshine but I love the nickname just as much as I loved being called honey bunny.

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"See you," I smelled, still feeling his lips against my skin even as he turned around and walked downstairs.

A burst of energy hit me as soon as I got into my apartment and locked the door. I squealed in the privacy of my own home, thinking back to what had happened last and this morning after our discussion. I felt so excited, alive and happy. But then, the energy turned into something more, something that made my skin buzzing with awareness. I seen

1 had Riccardo naked and*** if I didn't like what I saw. He was a mix between lean and

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bulky and the piercing of his** *made me think naughty and ***y thoughts. How would something like that feel against my tongue as he***ed my throat? And how would it feel in my p****? His girth was impressive enough but with the added steel in addiction and I grew wet just imagining it.

I had never had sex with a guy who had a pierced d***ck before and the possibility of doing so, I just had to fan myself thinking about it. I jumped in the shower, hoping the heat of the water would ease my sore muscles but it didn't. That was more because of the erratic way the water behaved, it turned from ice cold to too hot in a split second and then it could be a comfortable temperature for a couple of minutes before it changed again. It was frustrating and felt more like a torture device. I always tense while taking a shower, trying to anticipate when it would change just so I could jump out of the way. T

Was it wrong of me to already miss them and their houses? But mostly their bathroom. I mean, I wouldn't say no to something more, like maybe sex but that had to be after I had used their perfect temperature shower for an hour. Yes, it was so wonderful this apartment was cheaper than most, I remembered how excited I was when I finally found somethin

within my budget until 1 actually saw for myself why I could afford it. But still, it was mine and I was happy to have my own space.

Andy called just as I stepped out of the bathroom, I had texted him earlier just to let him know I was okay. With a towel around my body and another wrapped around my hair, I picked up the call.

He in

"You have a lot to answer to, missy." He joked as soon as I answered, he tried to keep his face sober but failed miserably.

"Oh.

what happened?" I played along.

"Were-you-just washing off all the sperm from yesterday?" He laughed.

"No, that happened last night." I loved to joke with him as much as he did me.

"I am just kidding, we didn't actually... you know."

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"Have sex

sex?***k? Ride their ***ks? Hide the sausa...

"Okay, that is enough!" I laughed.

"We didn't have sex, I don't know if they were waiting for something but it didn't happen." I said and I could hear the frustration in my voice and he sure as hell did.

"That sucks, so what did you guys do then?"

"After going through the contract, which went great by the way, they.. ummm ***ed me and got me off several times." I mumbled, I was totally blushing again. Was there a medical condition for people who blushed more than average?

"D****n it, how many times was that?"

"Eight times," I admitted and took pride in the fact that I could shock him. His eyes were as big as saucers. "Eight?" He squealed.

"No f****ng way, how is that even possible? Nevermind, I know but that is seriously unfair. I want eight o***ms too." I chuckled as he rambled on about how unfair it really was

"How

were

they

after? Did they treat you well? I can imagine that must have been tiring."

For real, I just swooned thinking about how well Riccardo took care of me after and I could still remember how boneless I had felt after what had happened.

"They really did, seriously one of them even bathed me after and made sure I was clean and relaxed. I had never felt so..so..." I paused. "So?" He snapped.

I had never felt so cherished in my life before but I didn't say that out for him to hear.

"Well taken care of," I said instead.

He wouldn't understand or maybe he would and he would either advise me to stop seeing them or reel them in. I couldn't di either, we had a purely submissive dominants relationship without intention for something more and I couldn't f***k that up. Besides, they were looking **ave. Suddenly, my chest tightened with jealousy of the woman that would in time take my place and be what they needed because I couldn't and that was the sad truth of it all. I just hoped I wouldn't end up broken when that time comes, broken and addicted to men I could never truly have. 3/5

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"That is great, girl, I am so happy for you. I have to admit, I didn't call you just to hear how it went even though I wanted to hear about it all."

"What is the other reason?" I asked.

"James and I have been talking and he wanted me to meet his friends, I just figured since I am meeting his friends, do you want to maybe.... meet him? You are like my closest friend and I...."

"Of course, I want to." I cut off his rambling.

"I have been dying to meet him but I didn't know where you guys stood or if you were ready to introduce him to me yet."

"Really?" He had the biggest smile on his face like I had given him the moon as a gift.

"Yes, really. I definitely want to meet him." I couldn't help but smile back.

"Great, how about we make a thing out of it. He can bring one of his friends and I will bring you and we will hit the town." He offered and he was so excited about the prospect of it that I couldn't possibly turn him down

"That sounds great, I just don't know when I have the time. This weekend is pretty full." I said, I almost regretted saying it as soon as it was out of my mouth, his sad smile was always hard to

take.

"Does it have to be on weekends? Your school is on break for now so we can drink water in between every drink so that we don't get a hangover. When are you free?" He asked and I thought back to what Riccardo had said.

"I will be free on Wednesday."

"Yes! That will work, I will talk to James about it. See you tomorrow, girly." He mumbled.

"See you!" I hung up the call.

I went to the kitchen and made myself easy to eat before laying back on my bed with so many thoughts running wild in my brain. My phone buzzed as I was about to doze off. I really need enough energy for work tomorrow and my scene with Marshall. Someone is getting popular.' I chuckled to myself before hitting the answer button on my phone.