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Her hair was shorter. Way shorter. I’d always remembered her the way the photos in my phone did; long dark hair hanging down, pinned up, braided, lying in tangles across white pillowcases. But those days were over. It had been a year. A year and two months, in fact. What was it she’d said? Something about not feeling safe, secure, something about me being the bad guy, about magnets attracting and repelling. God. An eloquent excuse for ending six months of madness.

Eloquent. The word didn’t really suit her. It was too fancy, reserved, like some Downton Abbey woman. Maddie wasn’t like that. Sure, she spoke well, she wrote well, she knew how to win every goddamn argument we’d ever had but she wasn’t as clean and polished as she liked everyone to believe.

We’d met at a party. Not a regular party but what the regulars liked to call a ‘play party’ - the kind where people showed up in masks and leather and all the assorted shit that gets grouped up into places like that. I was there because I didn’t have any self control and Maddie was there because she wasn’t Maddie that night but some alter-ego version of herself which I’d never really understood. But it didn’t faze me. After all, girls are complicated, right?

Very complicated. And in my experience, Maddie was more complicated than most. For a start, she wasn’t even inside the club, instead hovering on the sidewalk outside, looking more like a lost girl from out of town than someone wanting to unleash a sexual fantasy. Averse to conversation, mouth smarter than she was in that moment but it worked out. Life works itself out. If two people are meant to figure the hell out of each other, they find a way to do it.

Not that it was easy. The sex was one thing. Maybe that part was easy - once we’d tapped into the same level and became contemporaries. But life is more than sex. Life is work and families and taking out the trash and relationships with so many add-ons, like trust that isn’t implied and the acceptability of PDA’s and dealing with one another’s histories. It makes it all so much harder than it needs to be.

We connected physically, emotionally, and on an intellectual level too. It wasn’t as if we were kids. She was almost a quarter century, and I was fast approaching thirty but it didn’t feel that way. And yet it did. Some of the time, it felt like we’d been together for decades and then at other times, she was a total stranger to me.

But one year and two months later, she didn’t look like a stranger. She looked familiar and yet fresh, like a favourite t-shirt that’d just been washed and pressed. Her hair suited her. It was still long enough to pull but it made her face more of a feature, made her stunning rather than just pretty.

Of course, I hated it. I hated it because it meant everyone was looking at her. It’s like when the musician you’ve been listening to on YouTube for five years suddenly gets a Top 10 hit and suddenly everyone becomes their new biggest fan. You didn’t discover her. You don’t know her. She’s mine. I knew her before you.

Possessive. Apparently, it’s a bad thing, being possessive. But what does it mean? Being selfish? So be it. I didn’t want to share Maddie when she was mine and even now that she wasn’t, I wanted her all to myself. It made me feel sick, guilty, gave me a violent shock to see her with someone else.

People move on. How could she move on when I hadn’t? Men were the ones who got over things, got into new things, forgot the past while girls were meant to take longer, using up boxes of tissues and watching fucking rom-coms while eating chocolate, getting fat and listening to power ballads.

But Maddie looked fine. She looked like a new version of herself. When we were together, she never bought regular coffee. She’d buy packets of the little capsules that you’re supposed to put in Nespresso machines. Only she didn’t have a regular coffee machine, let alone a Nespresso. She’d use the coffee like instant coffee and even though it didn’t dissolve, she’d somehow drink every last bit. In that moment, I found myself wondering if all that strong coffee had burst through and filled her with life.

It wasn’t as if she’d been a wallflower before but she’d never been keen on socialising beyond her circles. Her life was in compartments, neat, tidy, organised. Her social circles were tight, limited. Friends from work. Friends from school. Family. And me. But I was out. It scared me to think of my space getting filled. It wasn’t as if my seat was reserved. From here to wherever the hell her life was headed, the seat next to her was empty and my name wasn’t on it. I couldn’t bear the thought of there being somebody else.

Maybe there already was. Maybe that was why she was drinking fucking beer from a can and laughing. She looked too good. Way too good. Her teeth were too white for someone who drank so much coffee, and her eyes were too alive for someone who stayed up so late.

I had memories of pretending to be asleep, watching as she scrawled things in her endless collection of notebooks. She’d never let me read them cover to cover like I wanted but sometimes she’d give me a quick glance at a page. Ideas, stories, recipes, poetry, pictures. It didn’t make any sense but it felt powerful, like some strong, serene secret. Things that only she would ever know or understand. People are unique, people are incredible but I’d never met anyone like Maddie.

The nights worked. They always worked. Bed. Sheets. Handcuffs. Rope. She always used to ask me why I enjoyed restraining her and I could never give her an answer that felt honest. It went beyond the physical, of course. And it was shaded with darkness. Why would I want to tie her up? Because it made me feel like I owned her? I write that as a question but it’s an answer, really. And of course owning her body didn’t mean I owned her mind but the way she’d look at me when I was on top of her made me feel like she was giving her whole self to me.

She was so good at it that it obviously wasn’t any kind of act or lifestyle choice. She was submissive. She didn’t like to talk about it when the sun was up, but neither did I. Night was night. Day was day. The day was for working or walks in the park, cooking and bright laughter, other people in coffee shops and bars. The night was just the two of us.

We never argued at night but arguments from the day sometimes got carried forward after sunset. We always fucked harder when we were mad at each other. Somehow, it gave me a kick to tie the ropes tighter, to not hold back as my palm cracked against her ass. I knew I loved her more than life itself but I wanted to impose myself on her, make her see like I saw, to stop her from coming up with all the pointless arguments that ruined our time together. Sometimes when I went harder, she’d resist, as if sex couldn’t fix things, as if she needed more from me than hard lust but I didn’t know what she wanted and I was too gone to try to find out.

She never pushed me away, never said she didn’t want me but there was an infinitesimal shift in the dynamic between us; the way her eyes might not feel so open, the way she held herself. I fucked harder, trying to get past it, trying to get past all the walls and I’d make her come every time but it wasn’t the same as when she surrendered herself to me totally. We were good, but not great.

*

I was obsessed with her. I’d had girlfriends before, some submissive, some not and for a while I’d hated myself for being so fickle. If two people were moderately attracted to each other, they should get together and stay together, right? It was a loose moral idea, the fading influence of generations before me, ideas about marriage and loyalty. Through every one of my relationships, I’d felt like I should have held on but didn’t have the zeal to actually do it.

With Maddie, the idea of ever letting go was ridiculous. I knew I’d found what people often refer to as ‘The One’ and yet that title came without any clichéd feelings or perceptions. Maddie made my life complete. But I made her life ‘complex’ as she politely put it. She gave me diluted excuses, things that I couldn’t really concentrate on.

“It just feels dangerous.”

“I don’t see a feasible future, you know.”

“You feel the same, right?”

I didn’t feel the same. I didn’t know what was dangerous. I could see the future. We had different minds. Her elbow was pressed against mine. We were sitting on a bench outside a coffee shop. Autumn. Leaves breezing slowly down, mockingly almost, like they were drawing comparisons between their demise and the demise of my life. How could it be over? How could she not feel what I felt?

You can’t force feelings on another person. You can’t figure out why they’re saying what they’re saying. It makes you feel helpless, and then useless.

*

I hadn’t seen her since that day. Maddie was efficient, quick to get things done without making a fuss. Her few personal items were in my apartment one morning and had disappeared by the time I got home in the evening. Her key was in my mailbox. At first I thought she was limiting contact with me because she’d suddenly begun to despise me for some reason. And then I thought that it was more likely that she wanted to avoid me so she could move on more easily. Either way, I didn’t like it. And worse, I couldn’t do anything about it.

*

Everybody else is grey. They’re having vanilla sex and eating vanilla ice-cream and cake with vanilla frosting whereas all you want is some crazy, colourful Funfetti cake. It doesn’t make you wrong. With Maddie it never felt wrong. But now I was alone, and jacking off with ropes that still held a trace of her perfume made me feel like a pervert.

There was something beautifully settling about having someone to be crazy with, someone who got the same kick out of a new set of handcuffs or the smell of a leather belt or even just a coil of goddamn rope. We’d learnt together. We’d made each other. And it had happened so quickly, so seamlessly and then disappeared at the same pace.

We were at the same party but not together. She hadn’t even seen me. I’d only gone because a friend of a friend had said she’d be there. Even then, it’d been a long shot. Why show up? What was I planning to do? Beg her to take me back? I wasn’t even sure why she’d ended it in the first place.

It wasn’t a play party this time and Maddie wasn’t outside. She was in the middle of the room, talking, laughing and all with someone else. With another man. How could it be? How could it ever make sense? He was so desperate, so eager, so textbook pretty, with blue eyes and blond hair and a dentist’s smile. For god’s sake! It made me panic, think about whether she’d somehow changed herself, or worse, had some way of morphing into expectations. Maybe she’d been the sub that I wanted, and was now the girl next door that he wanted.

He. Who was he? A nameless stranger. Someone who looked too clean, too perfect, too dangerous in the way that rich white people sometimes are. You know the kind. The kind who think nothing of having their maid deported if she forgets to clean the sink. I hated him without knowing anything about him. The fact that he hadn’t moved from Maddie’s side was enough for me.

It was almost Christmas. Fairy lights were up. Mince pies. Mulled wine. Scented candles. That feeling of warmth that only a celebration can bring to the middle of December. It felt like the time of year where you HAD to be with someone. You can’t be a loner during the holidays. I’d tried moving on, of course I had. A couple of months back, I’d bought a wall chart, planning to cross off every day that I managed not to jack off thinking about her. I didn’t even last twenty four hours.

How long do you keep chasing someone? What if you lose sight of them, don’t even know which direction they’re headed in? Do you still chase them? Maddie was right in front of me but maybe she wasn’t the girl I thought I’d known. Maybe she’d changed, become one of them, someone that wasn’t into what I was into, someone who was disgusted by the whole idea of BDSM.

Sometimes it felt like sex was just a tiny part of life but at other times it was all that seemed to matter to me. Worse, since I’d met her, Maddie was the only person I could associate with the kind of sex I enjoyed. Girls are girls, bodies are bodies and yet every time I wrapped my hand around my cock, all I could think of was her.

The way she jolted when the leather belt hit her ass. The slim muscles in her arms fighting against her restraints. The way she gasped when I put my fingers inside her. Her mouth around my cock as I held her on the edge of orgasm. The way she tried to close her legs even as they were tied wide apart. Her pristine little asshole and the way she always started when I pushed my thumb against it. I wanted to touch her, lick her, spank her, bite her, make her beg me for more. I wanted her voice in my ear, her pussy around my cock, her tongue in my mouth.

*

There I was. A Christmas party. While everyone else talked about work and the events of the last year, all I was thinking about was whether I’d ever have sex again.

Small talk. Paper cups. Gingerbread men. Wine glasses. Cola, lemonade, vodka, beer. Couples holding hands. People flirting, sitting on the kitchen countertops. I talked to people I knew, people I didn’t know, said things that made them laugh, though I knew I’d never remember what we’d talked about. Probably mundane stuff like Christmas plans and New Year’s resolutions. I could have been into it if Maddie wasn’t there.

She took her time noticing me. Every time I glanced over in her direction, she was deep in conversation with someone else. And then I felt her eyes on me. I always knew when she was looking at me. It was as if her gaze seeped inside me. I turned, caught her eye and she looked away fast, edgy all of a sudden, her poise dissipating before my eyes. I watched her make her excuses and then she was heading for the door, grabbing a jacket and leaving before I even knew how to react.

I followed her. The blonde guy watched me. The fact she’d left him behind gave me hope. Maybe I’d been overthinking it. They weren’t an item. They couldn’t be. She was so much better than him. I shut the door behind me, looked for her silhouette, and followed, my heart thumping.

The kind of sweat that no amount of deodorant can stop. I felt it on my lower back, my t-shirt sticking there, even though it was minus degrees out on the sidewalk. There was no snow yet but I knew it was coming. I always felt it in the hours before, the cutting chill of suspended glitter. I was thinking like Maddie talked now but while she made the words sound sweet and lyrical, I just felt pretentious.

The tap of her high heels became more frequent the faster she walked. Did she know I was behind her? She didn’t look back. The streetlights caught the sequins on the hem of her dress. I couldn’t remember that dress. Maybe it was new. It skimmed the back of her legs, short enough to make me feel uncomfortably hot.

My shoes didn’t make a sound. I didn’t make a sound. I stalked her in and out of the city streets, wondering what she was thinking, wondering what the hell I was doing. I stuck to the shadows of buildings, not wanting her to see me if she happened to look back. She didn’t. She walked fast, purposefully. I knew from the route she was taking that she was headed home.

The same apartment. We’d fucked every which way inside that one-bed studio. It came back to me fast. Her bed, her windowsill, her couch, the rug, the kitchen counter, the granite coffee table, in the shower and even against the goddamn front door. How many times? Countless times. So many times that she’d given up making notches in the bedpost.

The streets were busy with traffic, stores open late for Christmas shopping, lights colourful and blinding, but I hardly noticed any of it. I trailed Maddie through the town, out the other side, past brownstones until we reached her block. I watched her disappear into her familiar building and followed suit. Stairs. Two flights. Her door was shut when I reached her floor. I paused a second, then decided not to think and knocked.

It took a few moments for her to open the door, and when she did, she stared at me.

“Nate?”

“Hey, Maddie.”

I stepped inside before she could shut the door.

“Weren’t you enjoying the party?” I asked. I was so smooth it was ridiculous.

She shut the door.

“What do you want, Nate?”

I turned, looked at her in her pretty, short dress.

“You.”

She looked away.

“You can’t just come over here and say this.”

I smiled. “Should I have called first?”

“Shut up, Nate.” Her voice was tight, her glare unsettling. “Stop acting so smart.”

I watched her ass as she paced across the room.

“C’mon, Maddie. It’s been long enough. I’m still crazy about you.”

She glanced at me sharply. “How can you say that?”

“It’s true. I can’t get over you. I can’t get over every incredible – everything we had.” I looked at her imploringly. “You remember, don’t you, kitten?”

She looked at me, frowning.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

She ran a hand through her hair. She looked like a fucking off duty supermodel.

“’Cause that’s old. That’s the past. I don’t want to remember that.”

“Remember what? The way we fucked?”

“God! Don’t do this to me.”

“I don’t get it, Maddie. What are you, ashamed? Of what? The way I could make you cum so hard? The way you’d shudder when I dragged my tongue over your throbbing little clit? The way I bit you, used you, took advantage of you?”

She was shaking her head, like it’d stop her hearing the words.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“So what was it like?”

“I – I don’t know. I wanted it, but-”

“But what?” I pressed.

“But it was too much. In the morning it was too much. I hurt too much. I felt you on me all day, your body, the marks you left.”

“And you didn’t like it?”

“No. I didn’t want to like it.” She was pacing across the room. “It felt wrong to enjoy your handprint on my ass when I sat down for a meeting. All I ever thought of was you. All I wanted to do was be with you. It was too much, too intense, too obsessive. I had to have a life.”

“And you’re happier now?”

Maddie laughed, looked up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know. It was just six months. Half a year. Two percent of my life. But everything anyone ever does just reminds me of you.” Her eyes met mine. “You know when you go to someone else’s house and you can’t lock the door and only they know how? With you, I get it. I feel like you have to be comfortable and familiar enough with the door to make it look easy and it was easy, wasn’t it?”

To anybody else, she was speaking in riddles but I understood her intrinsically.

“So why’d you end it? And if you know all this, why didn’t you come back?”

She shrugged.

“’Cause it can never be the same as it was, can it?” she said. “All that’s gone. We’ve changed. We were loving too hard.”

“It doesn’t have to be the same. It can be new. You know you want me.”

She hesitated for a second and then she was shaking her head.

“No. No. I’ve spent too long telling myself to stop. I can’t just – relapse. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want you.” She moved to the door, suddenly purposeful. “You should go.”

I looked at her. She looked away. She opened the door, her anxiety palpable. She was still wearing her heels. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t have the words to convince her to do what was right. The door to her bedroom was open and to try and distract her from throwing me out, I headed toward it.

I heard her sigh behind me.

“Nate, come on. What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. I was in her room and it made my head spin. Overload. The wardrobe, with the mirror. How many times had we watched ourselves fucking, how many times had we claimed we were better than any porno out there? How many times had we laughed at the idea of someone seeing us as we fucked against the window? How many times had she made me move to the floor in case we broke the bed? That bed. The safety rail I’d tied her wrists to, the belt on the floor.

The belt on the floor.

The belt on the floor.

Her room was tidy, organised, as it always had been, but just under the bed, was a leather belt. My belt. I crouched down, picked it up. Maddie was behind me but she knew what I was doing and she didn’t speak, even when I turned around.

“You kept this?” I asked. My voice was light, and steadier than I expected.

She looked up at the white, white ceiling. I saw her throat shift as she swallowed.

“Must’ve forgotten about it,” she said, finally. “I’m sorry. Did you miss it?”

“No. I didn’t even realise it was gone.”

She bit her lip, eyes looking anywhere but at me.

“Huh.”

“Why’d you still have it, Maddie?” The room felt small, too hot, too tense, but I had the upper hand and I was hell-bent on winning.

“Does it turn you on?” I continued, my tone conspiratorial. “Remind you of me?”

Maddie tried for a laugh. It didn’t come out right.

“C’mon, level with me,” I stepped closer to her. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, all soft apprehension. “You like the smell of it? Is that it? Or d’you like remembering everything I used to do with it?”

I was holding the belt at one end and I reached behind her and got a hold of the other end, pressing the width of it against her lower back. She didn’t protest. She looked down at my hands as I brought them together, tugging her towards me. Her breath was coming out fast.

“You like it, don’t you?” I breathed. “Hell, you fucking love it.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I just – I – please, Nate.”

I tightened the belt around her waist so it dug through the dress, into her skin. She made a desperate little sound.

“You like it when it bites, don’t you, kitten?” I pulled it tighter and she pressed her legs together hard, so turned on that she couldn’t even hide it.

“Nate, Nate, you can’t, it’s too good,”

“What’ve you been doing with my belt, Maddie?”

“Nothing.” Her voice was rushed, weak.

“Don’t lie. You need it, don’t you? You need it so you can get hot and wet, and play with yourself and think of me. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m the same. It makes you soak through your fucking panties, doesn’t it?”

I slackened the belt a little and then pulled it tight, making her shudder.

“You know I’m the only one who can get you like this,” I hissed. “Stop fucking fighting me.”

I pulled it tight enough to make her moan and her hands went to my shoulders, half-pushing, half-pulling.

“It feels too good,” she gasped, “Nate, you can’t do this to me.”

“Why not? You like it, I like it. Besides, you used to let me do whatever I wanted. Don’t you miss that, baby?”

I was so hard that it hurt.

“Tell me how you’ve been making yourself cum,” I whispered. “I have to know.”

Her eyes met mine for a split second and then her hands were in my hair, dragging me down so our mouths could connect. She tasted like peppermint, like she’d always tasted and her kiss was desperately hungry. Her eyes were closed, long eyelashes flickering against her skin. Even as she kissed me, I was pulling the belt tighter and she moaned into my mouth.

I dropped the belt then and she pulled back, breathing hard, too far gone to be embarrassed.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. “Tell me.”

She swallowed hard.

“Everything.”

I caught her wrist, and spun her around, making her bend at the waist. Her hands shook a little as she pressed them against the wall. I caught the hem of her dress and tugged it up around her waist, exposing her lacy underwear. She was still wearing her shoes and her legs looked incredible. I brought my foot to the inside of her ankle, making her move her legs wider apart. I didn’t need to touch her to see how wet she already was.

I brought my hand down hard on her ass and she moaned.

“You miss this, kitten? You like it when I spank your ass?”

She didn’t reply so I slapped her again, harder this time, then twice more. Maddie squirmed a little and the more I spanked her, the louder she moaned. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and kept it up, my palm ringing. Her ass was reddened but she didn’t tell me to stop; if anything, she arched her back more, presenting herself to me totally. I let my hand slip between her legs, caressing her pussy through her lace underwear before letting my fingers slap gently against it. When I sought out her clit with my fingertip, she tried to grind against me.

I flicked the swollen nub hard and she gasped. I did it again, then alternated it with spanking her ass.

“You want me to use the belt?” I asked. “Is that what you’ve been dreaming of, baby?”

“Please,” her voice was so quiet I barely heard it. “Please, Nate.”

I reached down to pick up the belt and traced the edge of it up her calf, up her thigh, and then brushed it against her underwear.

“Take it off,” I said. “The dress too.”

She straightened up, slid her damp lace panties down her legs and then eased out of her dress. I pressed the cold buckle of the belt against the soft skin of her pussy, pushing it lower so that the steel touched her clit.

“Is this how you’ve been playing without me?” My voice was constrained. “Getting yourself off with this? Tell me.”

“Sometimes,” she whispered.

“Show me.” I grasped her small, damp hand and pressed the buckle into it. “I wanna see, Maddie.”

She slid down to sit on the floor, her back against the wall, her legs open and bent at the knees. She got the leather end of the belt and held it between her teeth, using the edge of the buckle to circle her clit. Her free hand groped one of her tits, fingers digging into firm flesh before twisting at her hard nipple. She was already so turned on, I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed and her hands worked faster as her body built. I didn’t let her go far enough. I caught her hand, took the belt back and watched her watch me, her legs closing self-consciously.

“I guess you don’t need me after all,” I said. “Seems you’ve got it all figured out.”

She looked at me, wide-eyed, imploring.

“What?” I asked.

“You do it better,” she said haltingly. “It’s better with you. Harder. I can never do it right.”

Her eyes followed me as I stripped off my t-shirt, then my jeans, then my boxers. My cock was harder than I could ever remember, my balls heavy and tight. Maddie watched breathlessly as I moved towards her, her mouth opening instinctively.

“Get on the bed.”

She complied instantly and I leaned over her, finally groping her tits, pulling on the nipples and twisting them until she cried out. She felt so warm in my hands, so sweaty, so alive. My hands moved greedily over her lithe body, caressing, stroking, slapping, scratching and her hands were doing the same on me, nails in my back as I pressed my cock against her pussy. I caught her wrists, pinning them either side of her head as I pushed inside her.

She felt unbelievably tight and her eyes shut as I buried my cock in her wetness. I held it there for as long as I could bear and then pulled out, pushing in hard again. The rhythm came without me attempting it; every time I pushed, she raised her hips to welcome me and before long, we were breathless, bodies slapping against each other.

I shifted to hold her wrists in one hand above her head and with my free hand; I pushed down against her clit, adjusting my angle so that my hard cock brushed against her sensitive nub with every movement. Maddie’s moans had become one long, continuous wail. She was being relentlessly stimulated but not enough for her to tip into orgasm.

“Nate, please, I need to cum, I need to – cum.”

I pulled out of her suddenly.

“Get on your knees,” I grunted. “That’s it. Don’t lean on your hands – that’s right.”

She pressed her cheek against the pillow, presenting her ass to me. I pushed her legs wider apart, grasped her ass cheeks and licked from her wet pussy, all the way over her untouched asshole. She started, trying to move away but I held tight, stroking her knot with my rough, wet tongue. She moved her hands to try and shift away, so I reached for the belt, securing it around her wrists.

“Nate, please, make me cum, I’m begging you,” her voice was more of a whine as she pleaded with me and the more I ignored her, the more distressed she became, her legs trembling with need and her whines turning into desperate sobs. “I’ll do anything. I swear.”

I eased my tongue back momentarily.

“Spend the holidays with me. Every day. Twenty four hours. Mine.”

“What?”

“You heard.”

I flicked my nail against her clit and she cried out.

“Yes! Anything.”

I pulled back and pushed my throbbing cock inside her again, fucking her slowly and purposefully.

“We’ll have fun, kitten. Do new stuff. You like the idea of being totally at my mercy? I could tie you up, blindfold you, gag you, do every nasty thing I can think of. You want that?”

I reached around, pushing my fingers into her sweet little mouth and she sucked on them. I started moving faster, forcing her to take my thick cock over and over until she was moaning around my fingers, squirming as I toyed with her tits.

“I’m gonna make you cum so many times you’ll forget your name,” I hissed. “You’re going to beg me for more, for me to play with every inch of you. Fourteen months is a long fucking time, kitten.”

My hand grasped her hair as I slammed my cock into her over and over, my stomach aching with need. I felt it coming just as Maddie fell into orgasm, her body shuddering and squirming beneath mine. I didn’t – couldn’t – stop fucking her and to make it last I reached around to finger her swollen clit, making her jerk and dissolve into a fresh orgasm.

Her pussy clenched hard around my cock and eventually I released, the cum shooting out of me and deep into her. My weight gave out as the pleasure flooded through my body and I rested half on the bed, half on top of her. We were both breathing hard and it took a while for reality to come back.

I deftly undid the belt from around Maddie’s wrists and she shifted out from underneath me, sitting on the edge of the bed. I contented myself with admiring her smoothly contoured back as she wrote furiously in one of her ever-present notebooks.

“What’re you writing?” I asked eventually.

She snapped the book shut and smiled at me a little tentatively.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t make me find a way to make you tell me.”

She smiled, opened the book again and showed me the page. It read;

List of People I Should Never Leave Again (In Any Circumstance)

1. NATE

She closed the book.

“So you weren’t serious about the holidays, were you?” she asked, stretching out her arms. “What if I already made plans?”

“Unmake them,” I said, deadpan. “We’re back, baby.”