No Strings Attached - The Christmas Rift Pt 2 - Chapter 28 free porn video

The following day on Christmas Eve, I don't see Liam in the morning, with him deciding to leave early to avoid me. With our plan to spend the holiday together ruined, I mope around in bed, listening to music on my headphones. Obsessively, the argument replays in my head, and I'm left wondering if it could have turned out differently. As much as I love him, I wish we had never met. I've become enmeshed with him, and I'm so needy for his approval, enabled by him, that it's clear that this relationship isn't healthy. He will always get his way, and I will continually be forced to put my feelings aside just to make this work.

It shouldn't be this hard.

Last night's demand was insane, yet, I know that I'm going to be the one to buckle. If I wasn't, I would have put him in his place last night. I wouldn't be here, waiting for him to come home, wondering how to fix this. I would be packing my clothes to leave.

5 PM arrives, and surprisingly when Liam returns home, it's with several carrier bags from the supermarket. I'm greeted with a nod as he passes me in the hallway, and weirdly his mood seems to have shifted. I can't put my finger on it, but he almost appears to be friendly, as if nothing has happened.

I follow him into the kitchen and watch as he puts a joint of beef in the fridge, then removes a platter of leftover turkey from last night, which he dishes up with a salad.

"Are you hungry, Matt?" he says, now pouring white wine into two stemmed glasses. "Sit down, and I'll bring you something."

After last night, I have no appetite for food or alcohol, and I push my dry turkey around my plate in awkward silence as we sit together. I'd planned to discuss our relationship and whether there is a realistic chance of it going anywhere, but I can't find it in my heart to do it. He seems happy, and just maybe in these hours apart, he's realised that my feelings are as valid as his?

"You're quiet, Matthew, and you're not eating. Is something wrong?" he says, caressing the back of my hand. "Do we need to talk about yesterday?"

"We don't have to," I respond, withdrawing from him.

"Matthew, I shouldn't have said what I did last night, and I'm sorry. It was unreasonable of me to suggest it. Do you think we can try again?"

His thumb brushes over my cheek, and I find myself nodding, unable to refuse his request.

"W-what have you been up to today?" I stammer nervously before noticing that his watch is no longer on his wrist like it usually is.

"I took care of a few things before seeing my mother and going to the supermarket."

"You went shopping? Today, on Christmas Eve, the busiest time of the year? You've always refused to go with me."

"I gave Janet two days off, so I had to. It was a peculiar, tedious experience, and I queued for over an hour, so I won't repeat it again. I don't understand why you'd enjoy something like that," he responds, running his finger around the rim of his glass. "I've invited James and his wife over for dinner tomorrow, by the way. Perhaps you can be a helpful little elf and give me a hand cooking?"

"Wife? Since when was James married? What about his submissives?"

"James has been married for the past five years. It's an open relationship because she's not into BDSM."

"I can't imagine being with someone who wasn't into the same things as me."

"Well, it's a marriage of convenience, although they respect each other and even love each other to an extent. He doesn't love his submissives," he says thoughtfully. "So, do you want to help me move the Christmas tree to the living room, put on ridiculous matching pyjamas and watch a film together?"

It doesn't take long for us to carry the Christmas tree from the event room to put in the bay window of his sparsely decorated sitting room. Immediately, it appears homely, and together, in our cotton flannel pyjamas, we place our hastily wrapped gifts for each other under it. This almost seems normal, and we step back to admire it with his arm wrapped around my waist.

"This was an excellent idea," he beams, pressing his lips against my forehead. "Could you set up the film while I get the cheese? I picked up a Riesling Auslese, which I was assured was decent, but I shall remain sceptical at only twelve pounds."

It's 7 PM by the time we're settled on the settee together, and I flick through the channels, irritated that the only thing to watch is the National Lottery. I check the listings with a sigh and see that the only film coming on is Bridget Jones' Diary, but that isn't starting until nearly ten. This plan of ours is a flop, and I toss the remote away, giving up on the idea.

"I should have bought a DVD," Liam says dismissively, sipping his wine, seemingly unbothered.

"I guess we're waiting for this to finish, then we'll watch Casualty, the news, Little Britain, then the chick flick. What is my life coming to?" I trail off, feeling my precarious mood ebbing low again.

"It sounds good to me. It's a perfect evening, and I have plenty of wine and leftovers. I've never felt this rich."

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask, disturbed by his blind optimism. "What happened to your watch, by the way? Have you been mugged and had an existential epiphany?"

"I pawned it."

I'm stunned because I know how much he loved it, but it makes sense with his ongoing financial situation. I'd do the same if I had anything worth selling. Perhaps the reason for the change in him is because he has breathing room for the first time in months?

"I thought you liked that watch?"

"I did, but it's no big deal. I should have done it sooner," he says, placing his glass down. "Also, before I forget, perhaps it's time that we fully make up?"

Shoving me hard, he pins me beneath him, holding me down by my wrists as his knee moves up and pushes my legs apart. With a mischievous smile, he ducks down, then raises my top up with his nose, tickling me with kisses from my stomach up to my chest. Growling, his teeth pull at my nipples with sharp bites. His other hand slips beneath the waistband of my pyjama bottoms to my soft dick to fondle me, then, with his thumb, he circles over my sensitive foreskin.

"Mmm, I very rarely get to play gently with you like this and feel how you react to my touch... Perhaps we should get you more piercings to give me more to play with. Maybe one right here?" he whispers, stroking my perineum. "Do you think it would hurt?"

"Probably," I sigh, licking my lips at the thought. "But you know I'll enjoy it. I'll get anything for you. My body is yours to do with as you wish."

"Careful, or I will hold you to that. Now, tell me about everyone you've fucked."

"Do you really want to know? And is that names or just numbers?"

"Names, I definitely want their names, but give me the numbers first. I want to know your history. Everyone who has touched your heart in some way before leading you to me."

"This sounds like a trap, but it's around thirty, not including you or your friends," I laugh nervously. "I have poor impulse control."

"Wow, you really are a dirty slut! Not that I have anything against experience. I guess we should forget about the names for now, or we'll be here all night. Where's the naughtiest place you've done it?"

"I seduced the science technician and fucked her on the teacher's desk, three times a week for four months. Does that count?"

"Why are you only telling me about this now?" he groans against my neck in excitement. "How on earth did you manage that?"

"Well, I'd accidentally set fire to my textbook by opening it up too close to my bunsen burner. I had a reputation for being a troublemaker, so I wasn't given a chance to explain myself and ended up in detention at lunch. I was tidying the glass beakers away when she came out of the prep room and pulled off her lab coat to put her jacket on. She had this low cut blouse on, and I said she looked beautiful in it, then sat on the desk. I don't know if she misheard me because she asked me to repeat myself, so I told her she was gorgeous, popped a breath mint, and loosened my tie. Let's just say that blouse didn't stay on for much longer because we were banging against that desk minutes later."

"That's absolutely absurd! I can't imagine how you managed to seduce someone as easily as that," he responds, kissing my collarbone. "How old were you?"

"Seventeen. I was so cocksure of myself that it never crossed my mind that she wouldn't be interested. I was such a jerk back then with the blind confidence that I could have anyone I want, and more often than not, it worked."

"How old was she? I'm picturing someone with piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. Do you know if she fucked anyone else?" he says, continuing to caress my cock. "Keep talking while I touch you."

I want to correct his image with Mrs Robinson being a redhead with blue eyes, but I know he'll be reminded of Selena. The last thing I want is spoil the scenario he imagines while he teases me.

"I'm not sure, maybe mid-twenties? She'd always wear knee-length, split-back pencil skirts, so I'd be surprised if no one else had tried it on before. I just know I had a hard-on for the last ten minutes of my lesson, anticipating fucking her from behind with her magnificent tits in my hands," I say, recalling the memory of her fondly. "Those skirts got a damn lot shorter after that, and I don't know if there was ever a time she went home without her stockings being torn a little."

"She sounds hot. You lucky devil! Do you think she was dressing up for you?"

"Well, she'd wear these racy, lace bras, and her perky, erect nipples could be seen through her blouse. I guess she was doing it to keep my attention, which it certainly did. Sometimes she'd stroke my forearm or touch my back when she came past to help set up for the teacher. Those were the times when she was really horny, and I'd get the best head of my life..."

"That sounds like I should be jealous. Did you ever get caught? Were there any friends spying on you?" he smirks wickedly. "I wish I'd been there, masturbating as I watched you doing something as naughty as that."

"We were nearly seen one time, and the handle on the door rattled and opened ajar. I think it was the teacher, and they'd forgotten something, but then he just walked away, because someone called him. It was really close, and I couldn't stop laughing, so I was struggling to finish. She didn't see the funny side, but I guess she would have been in a lot more trouble than me."

"Did her husband know? Do you think she told him or secretly recorded what you were up to? I'd love to have seen you in uniform, cucking a teacher's husband. Was the thought of getting him involved going through your mind when you started an affair with her?"

"I was only seventeen, Liam! I wasn't even thinking about him. Actually, after we fucked for the first time, we went around the back of the building for a cigarette together, and she asked me why I'd approached her as if I had some ulterior motive. I told her the truth that I thought she was pretty," I sigh. "I liked her, but I never loved her. It was only fun from my side, and I felt that she'd only see it like that because she was married. I never had any intention of telling her husband, but then she started talking about leaving him, so I cooled it off."

"That's a shame. I've never met anyone who gives their attention as readily as you. It's no wonder you're in trouble all the time. Do you ever think about anything you're doing?"

"Liam, I made the snap decision that I wanted to fuck her the moment she took the lab coat off. One second spent on something that could have potentially ruined her marriage and career. I don't want to be that person anymore. I want you to know that I'm trying my hardest to think about what I'm doing and that my choices now are sincere."

His hand ceases to torment me. Instead, he draws me close for a cuddle and nestles his head on my shoulder.

"Was your choice to pick me sincere? Did any of those others make you feel like I do? Did any of them make you cum as much as you do with me? Am I the only person you love?"

"You're the only person I love, and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel differently," I whisper, wishing that I wasn't lying. "My feelings for you have always been real, and sex with you has always been satisfying."

"That's reassuring to know. I don't want to lose you, and as I said before, I'd follow you to the end of the earth if it stops you slipping from my fingers," he responds, tightening his embrace. "I want you to remain mine forever."

Forcibly, he begins to kiss me. Already excited, my arousal strains within my pyjamas, and I gasp as his lips move downwards, leaving more kisses on my chin and beneath my jaw. With a sharp intake of breath, the caresses turn to a smattering of lovebites trailed over my neck, descending to my chest.

I want him to go lower.

"Liam... It feels so good... " I gasp as our bodies rub together through the thin material of our clothes. "Make love to me..."

"Not yet, but sit in front of me, and part your legs, Matthew. Keep them open, so I can touch everything. I'm going to play with you until I decide I'm finished..." he breathes hotly into my ear.

Moving, so his legs are either side of mine, he holds me pressed against his muscular body, with his chin resting on my shoulder. Feeling calmed by the steady rhythm of his heart thumping beneath me, last nights quarrel no longer seems significant.

This seems like those days back when I was sixteen and had first discovered the fun that could be had with another. Watching a shitty film together, knowing we won't be watching more than an obligatory five minutes before my hand would roam between her panties to finger her as we made out. Feeling as she bucked against me as she climaxed, listening as she moaned and begged me to take her to my bed. I don't think I ever found out how any of those films ended.

Opening myself up to him, I part my legs over his, and with a soft chuckle, his hand moves beneath my t-shirt. Stroking over my abdomen, he travels upwards from my navel to my chest, then pinches at my nipples. With his other hand brushing over the head of my cock, he smothers his fingers in my natural lubricant, then enters me with two of them.

"Perhaps we should get you that tattoo," he murmurs, kissing the nape of my neck. "Right here by your hairline, so only those who are intimate with you will discover it. You did say I can do anything I want with you?"

"Do you really want to tag me as your property? I'll do it if you have no desire to discard me," I sigh as he bites down. "Please fuck me..."

"Later," he chuckles, stimulating me with an extra finger, followed by another up to his knuckle. "I want to get you warmed up first."

Curling his fingers, he massages against my wall, rubbing over my prostate, working me open, filling me with a tingle radiating down towards my toes.

"God... I'm going to cum! Ah!"

"Not yet..." he smirks. "Damn, you still feel tight despite us wrecking your arse last night. I can't wait until I can try double fisting you."

Releasing my nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand slides beneath my pyjamas. Then seizing me firmly, he pumps rapidly. Closing my eyes, I fling against his supportive chest and gasp out, vocalising the pleasure building up inside me.

"Liam... I don't think I can wait..." I moan as I writhe in pleasure in his arms.

"I wonder how badly you'll gape, and if you'll ever be the same after?" he breathes into my ear, "Maybe we should start training you for it? How much does the idea of it turn you on?"

"I love the idea... Tie me down and do everything you want to me. I'll never stop you..."

My body flushes with heat, and I cry out as I ejaculate in a gush over my abdomen. Nuzzling against my hair, Liam's arms wrap around me, enveloping me in his warmth and affection. I don't know why, but tonight there seems to be a change within him.

"I love you, Matthew. Will you remain mine?" he murmurs, stroking my cheek. "I don't want to ever lose you to another, so please don't approach Selena while I deal with my jealousy, okay?"

"I love you too. I don't want to lose you, either," I respond, turning towards him and swallowing as guilt rises uncomfortably in my throat. "Liam, I'm sorry for last night. I'll listen to you next tim-"

With the distinct BBC news theme interrupting me, Liam's mouth aggressively collides with mine. His tongue pries me open, warning of the primal desire to make me his simmering beneath the surface. My heart begins to pound in my chest as his fingers curl around my hair, tugging painfully. Knowing I won't be able to escape his ferocity tonight, I inhale his clean scent, crushed against his unyielding frame and surrender as his prey.

Swiftly he pulls away as something comes on about The Civil Partnership Act that's recently come into force, and the first unions are mentioned.

"What do you think about marriage?" Liam asks, his eyes hooded with desire and his lips hovering above mine.

"I think people should only get married if they love each other," I respond, stunned by his unexpected question.

"I never understood the appeal of a life-long commitment previously. It seemed too risky, financially."

"Well, you'd likely need to enforce a prenuptial agreement because of who you are and your busine-"

"I now know why someone would take the risk. If I married someone, then lost them, I wouldn't care about something like that. I'd be sadder about the divorce," he says, with an intent look in his eyes. "This Civil Partnership Act isn't exactly marriage, but could you see yourself marrying someone like me?"

"Someone like you?" I ask, my hands becoming clammy. "Or you?"

"Okay, I'll stop being coy," he smiles. "Would you marry me, Matthew?"

"T-that sounds like a proposal, Liam!"

"You told me last night that you wanted to get married someday, and after some reflection, I hoped that would be to me."

"Plenty of things were said last night. Maybe plenty of reasons why we shouldn't?"

"I know, and after you left, I hated that I hurt you. I shouldn't have spoken to you in that way by letting my anger get the better of me. The idea of you being with someone else... leaving me for someone else. I can't bear thinking about it. Just tell me why you're so fixated on having children?"

"I doubt you'll understand, but I want a family life. I remember a time when my mum was around, and everything felt right. I was happy, loved and secure. It's something I miss and wish to have more than anything."

"You have Rebekah. I know we haven't found her yet, but I am trying."

"I guess I'm worried that by the time we find her, I'll have missed everything. I've already missed her first birthday, and this is her second Christmas. I don't even know what her first word was. She could be eighteen by the time I finally find her, and then she might hate me because she thought I didn't care."

"Matt, it won't be much longer. Just try to be patient, please? Once we've found her, I'll help you get the paperwork done to apply for access. It might only be once a fortnight, but we'll work out a family life some way or another. I want to be with you every step of the way, supporting you. This is what I can promise you. I just can't be bringing any more life into this world, myself."

Stirred by his words, a glow fills my heart as I consider his beautiful, serious face. There is no denying my feelings for him, and I can see myself bonded to him for life. Perhaps I'm looking at this from the wrong angle? I have someone who loves me regardless of my flaws. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go, despite me being little more than a stranger. He constantly forgives me when I wrong him or make idiotic decisions. I should be grateful.

"Do you mean what you said about marriage?"

"Absolutely. I would never joke about something like that. In fact, I visited my mother this morning to inform her of my intention."

"Then, I'd like to accept your proposal, Liam," I smile, feeling my cheeks burn red.

Not knowing what to say next in shyness, I lean towards the coffee table to help myself to the cheese platter. I never imagined that someone like Liam would be interested in forming any kind of union. I didn't even consider it being a possibility.

Without warning, Liam's hand grabs me by the wrist, and I turn to him in shock. His face no longer appears calm or friendly. Instead, his eyes are burning like wildfire.

"Run, I'm in the mood to be extremely rough with you," he says, reverting back to my Dom.

In a second, he has switched, becoming the predator once again. Dropping my food, I speedily get to my feet and run to the front door, but I find it locked, likely planned by him earlier. Knowing it's unlikely that the door to the garden is open, I dash up the stairs in a bid to delay. My capture is inevitable, but I suspect that the quicker I'm found will reflect in the severity of my treatment.

Running down the corridor in panic, I find myself heading into the playroom, and I lock the door behind me. Not knowing what else to do, cornered like an animal, I grab my phone from the bedside drawer, which I pocket, before picking a length of rope from the rack.

My legs are trembling from the adrenaline already pumping through me. No one else can excite me the way that he does, and the idea of leading him out to the woods comes to mind. Fucking against that tree all that time ago had felt so raw and primal. I want to re-live it.

I open the window, then tie the rope around the bedpost. Peering down, I can see that it doesn't quite reach the bottom, but there's a bush that could break my fall. The noise of Liam's footsteps is now thundering down the hallway, so knowing there is nothing else I can do, I begin climbing out, dropping the remainder of the distance into the bush.

The fall is harder than I expected, and I land on my wrist agonisingly with an audible crack, ripping my pyjamas on thorns. My phone has also slipped from my pocket, and I pick it up, cursing as I find the screen damaged from hitting the stone pathing. Knowing it won't be long until he realises what I've done, I head towards the trees despite the throbbing ache in my arm.

With bare feet, I flee over the shingle driveway, with the brisk, chilled wind whipping against my thin clothing and face. Most would be afraid to go into the shadowy woodlands, but I feel liberated as I enter the unknown, with a future finally appearing before me. It was here that he stripped me and took me against a tree, ramming his way into my heart with his relentless nature. It should be here that we cement the next step of our relationship beneath the waning crescent moon.

Not knowing where I'm going, I crunch over dried sticks and leaves, ignoring the increasing pain in my arm. The romantic notions of fornicating in the wild, away from prying eyes until sunrise, push me onwards. I don't know how far behind my hunter is, but I don't look back as I deviate from the worn path into the thicket, where the darkness envelops me, to await my ferocious lover.

Abruptly, I find myself tripping over something caught around my foot, and I stumble over the uneven terrain into a ditch with twigs scratching at my cheek as I fall. Minorly concussed, with an injured ankle and my arm now roaring in pain, I can't find the energy to get up. Remaining upon the rough, cone littered dirt, I turn onto my back and wait for Liam's approach, panting through the discomfort.

Apart from the sound of my own rapid breathing and trees gently rustling in the breeze, eerily, it remains silent. I'm truly alone, with not even a badger or owl hunting for food to be heard. The organic scent of damp moss and rotting wood is the only reminder that I'm conscious as I stare through the canopy of conifer trees at the countless stars sparkling in the clear night's sky.

Gazing into an endless cosmos before me, the same thought revolves inside my mind.

I've agreed to pair up with a sadist for life.

I never anticipated that this would be something that Liam would want with me. I'd begun to feel that we were on different pages on what we needed from our relationship, but he wants to take that next step with me. I'd feared that this had only become a contractual relationship. Finally, for the first time, I feel like we're moving forward. I just hope that my friends and family can be happy for us and that Will is able to accept it.

The shrill ringing of my mobile disrupts the tranquillity, drawing me back to my presence. Knowing it is likely to be Liam, I pull it from my pocket and raise it to my ear.

"Where are you?" Liam demands, sounding anxious rather than angry.

"In the woods somewhere surrounded by conifers, about ten minutes from the house. I fell over, and I think I've twisted my ankle."

"Right, I'll find a torch and come looking for you. Just wait where you are, and stay on the phone to me."

Within twenty minutes, Liam, holding a heavy-duty flashlight, locates me in the shallow ditch I'd stupidly tripped into. In the increasing light, it becomes evident that the culprit had been an exposed root of a beech tree I'd blindly caught my foot on.

"Matt! Christ, what's happened here?" he yells out, jogging over with the torch illuminating the ground before him. "Are you injured anywhere else?"

"I'm a little concussed, and I may have sprained my wrist too."

"How badly does it hurt?" he says, crouching beside me to look at my arm. "Matt, this is swollen and doesn't look normal. Can you move it? Right, let me help you up and back to the house, then we should call a taxi to get it looked at."

"There's no need. I'm probably fine; it just needs an icepack," I respond, saddened that the animalistic sex I'd been looking forward to is no longer on the cards.

"No, I insist," he responds, lifting me to my feet. "You're having an x-ray even if I have to drag you there."

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We don't return home until many hours later in the morning, with my wrist in a cast. The story we'd given was that I'd fallen over in the garden, omitting that it was during a sex game that had gone awry to avoid potential embarrassment. Other than the long wait in the A&E department, the worst part had been Liam's smug 'I told you so,' face when the distal radius fracture was pointed out to me on my x-ray. It may not have been the night of unrestrained lovemaking we'd been hoping for. Still, the concern he'd shown me had exposed his hidden, tender side I rarely get to see.

It's around 4 PM when I wake up alone in Liam's bed, groggy from only a few hours of sleep and my pain medication. My concern of how I'll be able to get through my second Christmas without Rebekah has been partially solved by missing half of it. Unfortunately, the Codeine I'd been prescribed has made the solution of alcohol for the other half unwise. Part of me is also doubting my decision to accept Liam's proposal, knowing that choice rules out any possibility of the traditional family unit I'd idealised.

Remembering that James is due to arrive with his wife within the hour, I quickly wash then dress forgoing the hot shower I usually prefer before walking downstairs.

The moment I step into the kitchen, the delicious aroma of roast beef hits me, and I see Liam, smiling, in a white apron preparing dinner. With their back towards me, James and his wife spin around the moment the door swings open, immediately spotting my injury.

"Lucille, this is my partner Matthew," Liam says, immediately starting the introductions. "Matt, this is Lucille, James' wife."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Matthew. I've heard a lot about you," she says, extending her hand. "It seems you've been in some kind of incident?"

She's a stunning woman, around her mid-thirties, but she seems intimidating with her cold, steely expression, and I'm a little afraid of her as we shake hands. It's not in Liam's sadistic, aggressive way but a powerful, assertive manner. I never imagined that James would have been married to someone this dominant.

"It's nice to meet you too, Lucille," I respond, shrinking back under her grey penetrative eyes.

"Now Matthew is awake. Let's go to the dining room," Liam says, beaming as he takes hold of my hand, then leads me to the adjoining room.

In the dining room, Liam sits down at the head of the table, whilst James and Lucille sit opposite me. I'm already intimidated, but as Lucille chats animately about her career, controlling the conversation, I begin to feel insignificant and dumb, unable to keep up. From what I can tell, she works as a corporate lawyer, like James, but I zone out and remain quiet, fatigued from my lack of sleep.

"Is everything okay, Matthew?" James asks, interrupting Lucille. "You haven't said a word?"

"I don't have anything to talk about," I say, fidgeting with my napkin.

"Don't say things like that! We've only just met, and I'd love to hear more about you. May I call you Matt?"

"Why don't you tell Lucille about how we met? I'm sure she'd love to know," Liam says, smiling as he stands up. "Now, please excuse me for a moment while I bring out the appetisers."

"We met through James. He knew me through a mutual acquaintance and thought I would be interested in Liam-"

"Charlotte, wasn't it? Your ex-girlfriend? I've met her on one occasion, and she was absolutely horrid. You were her lover, and submissive weren't you? Or was it more than that?" she pries. "You've definitely done well for yourself by meeting our Liam, though. You weren't gay until you met him, I heard?"

"I don't know what you're insinuating, but I've been bisexual since I've been sexually attracted to others. Liam was the first person I acted upon it with."

"I'm just curious about how that waited until you met someone incredibly wealthy..."

I want to tell her that she is misinformed on the level of Liam's wealth, but I know it isn't my place to say, with it being a sensitive subject. From James tight-lipped smile, I can tell this may have been discussed behind my back previously.

"I never met a male sadist who was interested in me before. That's the only reason," I reply, not willing to bring up the subject of Justin.

"Well, if you say it like that, I guess it's not too unusual..." she says, trailing off as Liam enters with plates of food.

Instantly my mind is made that I dislike her. After this evening, I'm in no rush to see her ever again.

"How are we all getting along?" Liam asks, settling back down.

"I was telling Matthew how beautifully you play the piano. I wondered if he had ever heard you play?"

"I showed him the other day, actually. Did you know that Matthew is also musically gifted?"

"I play the guitar a little..." I respond quietly.

"A little? That's a huge understatement. You've been playing since you were eleven, haven't you? Lucille, he is incredibly talented, and he can sing. I don't catch him often with him being shy about it, mind you, but I can often hear him when he's in the shower. It's sweet."

"Really? Then I insist that we hear you both after dinner."

"Well, it is Christmas, and it wouldn't be right to not have some carols, but you are both joining us," Liam says, appearing pleased, as he raises his glass. "Right, a toast to this wonderful evening."

"Cheers!" we say in unison, chinking our glasses against his, although I'm less than enthusiastic about it.

We start eating the crab and smoked salmon stack served to us, and I'm left speechless by how delicious it is. After all this time of thinking he isn't able to cook well, he's gone ahead and surprised me. 

"This is perfect," Lucille says, smiling sweetly. "Matthew, you're a fortunate man to have met someone so domesticated. James can't even cook an egg."

"I admit, I'm unable to cook, but I like to think I make it up in different ways," James grins dirtily. "Wouldn't you agree, Lucille?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she smiles, stroking her neck. "I would, however, love to know about your sex life, Matthew. From what I understand, you two have numerous lovers involved. I'm fascinated."

Suddenly, Liam gestures me to move close to him, to whisper in my ear. "I told you yesterday they're in an open marriage, Matt. It's not only James who gets to have fun. Also, she's insatiable, so enjoy."

"Are we up to speed now?" Lucille smiles, her foot stroking up my leg beneath the table.

"What do you want to know?" I reply nervously as she inches upwards.

"When do you want it, and where?" she says, her heeled foot reaching my crotch.

Glancing down, I can see her black leather ankle boot with a red sole and heel resting on my lap. "Ah... That's my cock. Oh boy..."

I look over to Liam for his reaction, but he gives me a knowing look with a smirk. James also appears unfazed, as if this is not out of the ordinary.

"Any problems?" she grins before taking a sip of her wine.

"None from me," Liam answers, gathering the plates before standing up. "Go ahead, and torment him all you want while I get the dinner."

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable and unzip your jeans? Then remove my boot. I don't want to ruin my Louboutins."

If I could afford it, I'd rather she kept them on.

"Uhh... Maybe I should," I reply, releasing my erection.

Carefully, I lower the zip, then slip the boot off, followed by her nude ankle sock. Immediately she nestles her perfectly pedicured foot against my cock, then uses her toe to caress the length of me, up to the tip.

"Mm, you're a big boy, aren't you? When did you last get to fuck someone with it?"

"July. It's been a while," I admit, holding myself firm against her sole as she teases my frenulum with her toes.

"That is a huge shame. Why don't we skip dinner and go straight for dessert?" she suggests. "I've already cleared it with Liam."

The door opens, and Liam enters, carrying a serving tray of the beef, followed by roasted potatoes which he places in the middle of the table. Unsurprisingly, the tantalising fragrance assaulting my senses sends my stomach growling in hunger and my erection in retreat.

"Liam, this beef looks amazing," Lucille says, her appetite for sex also diminishing as she withdraws her foot.

"Thank you, Lucille," he replies, carving the beef in front of us.

"We should spend Christmas together more often. Talking about holidays, James and I would love it if you would come with us to Cornwall in May."

"A holiday? To that quaint little cottage you have?"

"I'm sure some relaxation is in order after the past couple of months? Please say you'll come?"

"Perhaps you're right. We'll love to," he beams, pausing as he dishes up our dinner.

"Good. It's been such a long time since we've spent much time together. It'll be like the old days with sex by the pool, out in the sun. Matthew, how do you feel about coming? Perhaps we can continue where we've left off tonight?"

"I... I'm happy to do what Liam wants to do," I reply, trying to busy myself by cutting into my food.

Lucille's eyes narrow at me.

"Well, it's your decision as well. Don't tell me Liam dictates everything in your relationship?"

"Well, I'm sure there's one person in every relationship who wears the pants?" I laugh tensely.

"He's not wrong, Luci. Who was the one who organised our wedding, chose our holiday home, and invites my mother around before asking me first?" James says, appearing amused by my discomfort.

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