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Carefully pushing the bathroom door closed, she held her breath, listening to see if the soft clunk of the latch had disturbed anyone. After several seconds passed, she fumbled around along the wall until she found the switch, turning on the light over the toilet but nothing else. 

Moving stealthily, she eased the pouch in her hand onto the counter, sliding the zipper open before wrapping her hand around the smooth plastic shaft of her travel vibrator. 

A shiver ran up her spine, as much from the bite of cold in the tiled room as from the arousal that itched in her veins. 

Stripping naked, she shivered under the blast of the air conditioning, gently turning the handle for the shower so the sudden running sound didn’t disturb anyone. Tipping her head back, she cupped her breasts and applied pressure, letting the water cover rasping breaths. 

The day had been long and filled with too many people too close to her body. She itched, ached, from having fabric pressed tight against her skin and people touching her hands or arms. 

Curling her fingers, she clawed red lines across her breasts before letting her arms drop to her sides. She wanted to rip it all off. She wanted to dig out the sharp pains and hold them in the air, bloody and festering with rot, and scream until it crumbled into dust. 

She wanted to feel. 

The shower had a seat bolted to the wall and, tonight, she was thankful they’d been placed in an accessible room. 

This was probably not what the designers had intended when they installed a seat and safety bars…

Swiping away the cobwebbed thoughts of ripping her body apart, she settled on sating her other need. 

Bringing the vibrator, she first stepped under the now-hot spray and just let the tingling sensation run over her skin. She needed it. She needed the pain to become real and visible. She needed the water to wash her clean, turning her skin red and leaving her struggling to breathe. It wasn’t enough. 

Now… 

Without turning it on, she used the tip to start tracing her clit and lips. With her other hand, she pinched and pulled at her nipple. 

Now she needed fucked. 

Sliding the vibrator in, she turned, resting her forehead against the back wall and bringing up one foot onto the bench. Stretching, she tipped the angle of it so it was driving forward toward her pubic bone. The shaft was thin and smooth, perfect for discreet travel, but less than ideal for the nights she needed to be railed until she was bruised, but it would have to do. Twisting, she sped up, grunting when she found the spot that sent flashes of pain skittering through her nerves. 

Eyes shut, she imagined wide hands gripping her hips, pulling her back as he drove into her with enough force to make her moan, one arm thrown against the wall so she wouldn’t be put through the tile. 

He was beautiful. His cock was perfect, long and lean and able to reach deep within her to his right where she needed it. He’d bite at her back, dragging his teeth across her pronounced ribs like a carnivore preparing to eat his prey. 

Driving the vibrator deeper, she pressed her cheek against the wall and moaned. 

If only it were possible to be touched right now. If only she didn’t hate the mere thought of hands on her hot flesh, a swollen cock filling her aching, engorged cunt as she cried from the pain of it. 

Desperation and disgust brought tears to her eyes. 

Pumping the vibrator in and back out again, she thought back to her younger self that had assumed these urges would’ve long faded away by now. Unfortunately, her younger self couldn’t have known the endless potential of the libio of a mature woman not yet fully into menopause. Couldn’t have known how much more strongly she would one day feel the need for something to be buried inside her, even as her body began trying to fail. 

Her hip started to ache, forcing her to drop her foot back to the floor. With her hand pinned between her thighs, she twisted and rolled so her back was against the wall, willing her body to feel something. 

Another moment of pawing at one breast while fucking herself in frustration passed before she turned, resting sideways across the bench with one hand and one knee holding her up on it while she carried on fucking herself. 

It wasn’t enough. It never was. Her arousal was building oh so slowly, but she wanted to come dammit! 

Biting her lip, she twisted yet again, sitting finally on the bench and spreading her legs, feeling on her fingers how the plastic was already slick with thick globs of her mucus. If someone had their hand in her right now, she’d probably have them soaked clear to their wrist. 

The first flick of her clit with her other fingers made the moan that followed impossible to bite back. She needed to come and she needed it right now or so help her, she was going to do anything and everything until this stopped. 

She moaned again, picking up the pace on her clit. The need was there, but so was a wall. If she could just get past the blasted wall, she could probably go four or five times tonight before the itch even started fading. 

For a split second, her aching cunt gripped the vibrator. “Ah-h!” 

Slowing down, she teased until the swollen pain eased and whimpering desperation became too unbearable again. 

And then she turned it on. 

Fucking herself with it, she skipped teasing and went straight to chasing her first high. I was going to hurt. It did hurt. She dreamed of his hands and mouth, but was so thankful that it wasn’t his cock right now wrecking her. At least this way, he wasn’t the one bringing gasping tears to her eyes. 

“Fu- fuck!” 

It was so, so much. She could feel how her body was sucking on the vibrator with every stroke. 

Licking her lips, she begged the universe to let her come. She deserved it. She put up with so much shit from other people, she deserved to sleep. She deserved to not feel this pain. 

The bathroom door opened, but she couldn’t stop now. She was getting too close to finally walk away. 

Jay spoke in low tones. “Need me?”

She had to swallow to speak. “N-no.” Pumping harder, she abused her clit, chasing her first orgasm. It had to look obscene, watching her sitting in the shower at nearly midnight, knees splayed as she handled her own pleasure. She didn’t care. Hot water rained down on her, strangling the air and fuzzing her thoughts. 

The tip of the vibrator began jabbing deep into her, causing just the right pain that drowned out the rest. Arching her back, she begged, no longer caring about keeping quiet. “Please… Please, please…” 

It snapped, shooting through her muscles and curving her until she was nearly off the front edge. 

Moaning as a tear curved down her cheek, she prayed for a better release. 

The second her orgasm was mostly over, she started again, this time at the roughest pace she could sustain. Her eyes were closed, not to block Jay out, but to sink into the sensation of each of her nerve endings lighting up. 

“You look like you need to crawl out of your skin.” Jay murmured, kissing her forehead. “You’ll start your period tomorrow, won’t you?” 

That he knew that so casually drove her into her second orgasm. She was seen. 

“I…” Her voice cut out, leaving her barely breathing for the pressure building in her chest. 

Still keeping his voice soft, he stayed. “Here.” There was movement and then the shower head rattling. A second later, the hot spray was focused specifically on her vulva around her hands. The intense heat and pulsing water felt soothing against what felt like swollen tissue. 

Panting through an opened mouth, she tried to find one more orgasm, but while her body still felt as taught as a violin string, her third orgasm danced out of reach. 

Her clit felt almost numb from overstimulation. She wasn’t ready to be done! She needed-

A single sob took her by surprise. She felt so exhausted. 

“It’s okay.” He whispered. 

“I can’t do it.” Frustrated and wishing she could beg whatever god was available to make it better, she chased after an orgasm that stayed just beyond reach while crying quietly. 

The spray of water moved the slightest bit and then his finger and thumb clamped around her nipple. 

The shot was like electricity, jolting through her so hard that she arched, pushing the vibrator in at a new angle, digging deeper into sensitive tissue as she once again found herself ready to come. “Yes.” Licking her lip, she managed one final gasp before choking through her third orgasm. 

Exhaustion hit like a freight train, causing her arms to go limp between her legs. Her spine curled, sagging against cool tile as her mind finally began giving in to unconsciousness. 

“I’ve got you.” The spray moved away just long enough for the vibrator to turn off and be eased out of her body, causing her to let out a small whimper. 

She felt so swollen and sore. 

She felt disgusting and untouchable. 

“Let me wash this and then I’ll clean you up.” 

The soothing spray vanished and she listened to the sounds of a bottle lid snapping and then the cleaned vibrator being placed on the counter. 

“You’ve already started. No wonder you feel like this. I’ll grab you a spare pair of my boxers and toss an extra towel on the bed. Then you don’t have to feel anything touching you while you’re sore and you’ll be able to get some sleep.”

Unable to find the motivation to open her eyes, she nodded. Tonight, she was thankful to have him near. She was thankful for his gentle hands and his open heart. The heart that understood that needing to do this alone now and then wasn’t a slight against him. The heart that understood that, sometimes, she couldn’t handle another person touching her most intimate areas. That when she was tender and swollen in the hours ahead of her period, when hormones also left her emotional and her libido galloping out of control, that she felt too detached from her own skin to be able to welcome the one person who cherished her the most. 

She felt ashamed of it. 

And she hated how the trails of her fluids on the vibrator at this point in her cycle made her feel unclean. 

But Jay…

She loved him. 

Jay used the spray and a cloth to wipe her down, taking extra time to carefully clean around her labia. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

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“Drink?”

She’s been so zoned out, staring blankly at the open binder on her desk, that the voice startled her so hard she gasped. “Ma’am.” Blinking to clear spotting vision, she felt her heart race as she realized she’d missed her boss walking six steps into her office. 

Elizabeth frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine?”

“You’re jumpy.” She was watching her far too intensely. “You’ve been hypervigilant for days. Did- Has something happened?”

Nadine didn’t dare move. “No, ma’am.” Nothing yet, anyway. 

She didn’t look convinced, but nodded anyway. “You can talk to me about anything.” There was a pause, Nadine guessed Elizabeth was trying to wait her out, but eventually, she sighed. “I’m here for ten more minutes and then I’m going home. Please go home tonight? And… don’t come in until noon tomorrow. You need a break.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Good night.” 

Alone, Nadine skimmed the windows of her office and then bit her lip, flicking up the edge of her blotter with a thumbnail, revealing a slip of white hidden underneath. Carefully pulling it out, she fingered the bit of paper with torn edges, turning it over and over again in her hand before reading it again. 

“It’s been long enough. I’m coming to take what’s mine.”

A shiver ran up her spine and then she tucked the slip of paper into her pocket. 

~~

Lost again in her own world, she missed the second door of her office silently shifting open and then closed again. With the blinds that opened onto Jay’s office shut, she failed to see when some unknown person stepped behind her chair. The day’d been long and she was closing in on sleeping right here at her desk, but the second she pulled off her glasses and dropped them on the desk, her world went dark as something wrapped around her head. 

Nadine thrashed, digging her heels into the floor with the intention of slamming her chair back, hoping to get free. Her attacker, however, seemed to have anticipated that. Opening her mouth, she tried hard to scream, but her fight or flight reflex locked securely on ‘freeze’ and her throat closed up, leaving her straining to manage little more than a pathetic squeak. 

“Stop!” The man hissed in her ear. 

She wanted to, she really did, but somewhere up the hall Elizabeth still sat and tears formed in her eyes as she realized that her friend wasn’t going to hear her trying to scream. 

The blindfold tightened around her head and then her wrists were tied. Yanked to her feet, she was bodily turned toward the hall and then stiff foam was crammed into her ears. 

Earplugs.

“Make a noise and I tape your pretty little mouth.”

Nadine nodded. 

Where was security? How’d he get up here?

“We’re going to walk out to my car, nice and easy. No tricks, got it?” When she said nothing, he shook her. “Got it?”

Rattled, she gasped as she fought back the urge to cry. “Y- yes! I’ve got it.”

~~

Restrained and buckled into the back seat, she tried to focus on where he was taking her, but none of his traffic patterns made any sense. Had she missed a turn? Was he intentionally backtracking to throw her off? How was she supposed to remember where they were going? 

The car accelerated and she thought they were getting on the Beltway, but then- she didn’t feel any turns. Had she missed them merging? She couldn’t hear traffic to tell if there were cars passing in the opposite direction. 

Suddenly, he stopped the car and then grunted. “We’re here.” Letting himself out, she followed the sounds as he rounded the car and then popped open her door, unbuckling her and hauling her to her feet with a fearful yelp. 

His mouth pressed close to her ear. “I told you I was coming for you. Tell me you’re mine.”

Nadine refused to speak. 

He slapped her ass. “Tell me!” 

“I- I’m yours!” 

Squeezing her face, he kissed her. “Inside. You can put that pretty mouth to better use on your knees.” 

Again, she whimpered. 

Hooking his hand under an arm, he dragged her up some steps and into what she assumed was his house, pushing her forward until stumbled to the floor, barely able to catch herself with her bound hands. Behind her, she heard a belt buckle rattle as it came loose and the the sound of a zipper pulling down. “Please. Don’t. I’ll- I’ll do anything.” Curling up, she tried to hide the way she was shaking. Elizabeth had said not to come in until noon tomorrow. How many hours past that would it take before someone got worried?

A sock-covered foot planted itself against her shoulder and then pushed, rolling her onto her side. “Anything, huh?” Manhandling her, he shoved her back, rearranging himself so he was kneeling over her throat. “You will do anything.” 

When he shifted, she realized he was naked. “Please don’t hurt me.” 

His hand gripped her jaw, making her whimper before he let go, dragging his thumb into her mouth. “Suck it and maybe I won’t.” 

She obeyed at first, not wanting him to kill her as she laid bound on what felt like an old rug. She obeyed until she realized that while he was naked, she was fully dressed. 

Something about that knowledge lit a flame of confidence in her chest. 

Wrenching her mouth away, she tried to shriek as she struggled completely against his weight. If she was going to die tonight, she was going to do it fighting back with her whole being. 

Her attacker toppled to the side. “Son of a bitch!” 

Rolling over, Nadine stumbled as she tried to get to her feet, propelling herself blindly away. She still couldn’t see, and his footsteps were muffled as he pursued her. She slammed into a doorframe with her shoulder hard enough that it would bruise (if she lived long enough) and she careened again to the floor. 

With a roar, he scooped her up by her waist, yanking her into the air over his own shoulder and then slamming her back onto a bed. The mattress crickled beneath her. 

The second he began stripping her naked as she kicked at him, she began to cry. “Please don’t! Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do with you whatever I please.”

Yanking her arm, he rolled her onto her stomach and then smacked her ass. “Look at you. I’ve been waiting so long for this.” Climbing on the bed, he situated himself over her so his dick pressed against her ass. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t stop me.” 

“You can’t.” Oh, how she wished her voice sounded more confident that she felt right now.

Lube spilled along the crack of her ass and her heart began to race. Realizing that he really did intend to start this way, she restarted putting up a fight. Managing to get onto her back, she swung blindly with her joined fists, making only occasional contact with his body. “Get off me! Leave me alone!” This time when she tried to scream, she managed to do it with her whole voice. 

Her attacker retaliated by wrapping his hand around her throat. “Scream again and see what happens.” 

She screamed. 

His hand tightened until she had to give up screaming to claw at his hand. Blake dots danced in her already dark vision. 

“No!” She scratched at him. “No! No!” 

He released her, only to smack her across the face. 

Turning her head, she began to weep. 

Grabbing her by shoulders, he slammed her into the mattress several times, making her head bounce. 

She felt the flare of pain as she bit her tongue, but didn’t give up. At one point, she managed to get her leg high enough to kick him clear off the bed. 

“Fuck! That’s it!” Forcing her body open, he drove into her, causing her to scream again. “Shut up, you bitch!” He was shoving her hands to one side, twisting her into an odd pretzel as he started fucking her. “This is what you deserve.” 

She couldn’t. She couldn’t stop screaming and she couldn’t stop crying and she couldn’t stop fighting him. She didn’t want to die. 

He bit her cheek. “I’m going to fuck every hole you have, so go ahead, keep screaming.” 

That, she could do.

~~

She felt like a shell. 

Still blindfolded, she had no idea how many hours it’d been already, but she knew that, whatever the numbers were, it was both too long and not long enough. 

He hadn’t lied. 

He’d fucked her cunt until she was crying, begging him to stop, and then, because he said she was too noisy, he’d fucked her mouth. 

Now, with no fight left in her body, he was fucking her ass. 

All she could manage were exhausted, humiliated tears. 

Her attacker chuckled. “Look at you. Little filly all saddle broke now, huh? You’ll be good for a ride anytime I want.” She listened to him grunt and then felt as he came again. 

She wanted to scour her skin to remove his come. He’d played in it after every orgasm, smearing it around her body and even into her hair. 

The mattress shifted. “I’ll be back.” He smacked her ass again, making her whimper. 

Alone, she tried to pull herself together. She was strong enough to survive this. 

She was strong. 

She could survive. 

A stream of warm liquid suddenly hit her back, droplets bouncing every which way. He chuckled darkly and then the stream moved up to the back of her scalp before tapering off. 

Her heart stuttered. Had he really just… peed on her? 

“I want your ass again.” 

Trembling, she tried her hardest not to just shrink. “No.” 

Again, he laughed.

~~

“You’re pathetic.” 

Flopping limply, she let him drag her off of the bed. Her skin felt raw. Her jaw ached from how much she’d been grinding her teeth. Her voice was practically gone. Her arms, still bound in front of her body, were numb now from the stress positions he’d put her in. 

“Walk!” Jabbing his finger into her side, he followed it with a hard pinch. “You disgust me.” 

Guided by his pushing, she stumbled into a bathtub and then, unable to hold herself up, collapsed into the bottom. 

Without saying anything more, he started water filling around her and then seemed to walk away. 

~~

Strong, safe arms cradled her body, carrying her somewhere and placing her on a soft surface. A beat later, cool sheets and thick blankets were pulled up, tucking her in. 

A tiny noise escaped her throat. 

“Shh. I’ve taken care of everything. Sleep now.” Mike tenderly kissed her head. “I’m going to take Gordon out and then I’ll be back.” 

She only found enough energy to hum in reply. 

It felt like no time passed before he was slipping in behind her. “How do you feel?”

She understood on some level that it was necessary for her to respond. Mike needed to know she was coming back out of whatever headspace she’d slipped into during their play. It was just so damned hard forcing any part of her body to work again. “Hurt?”

“Do you- Something hurts?” The blanket moved as he gently ran fingertips over her skin. “I kept it by the book.” 

She was already sinking again. “Know… Trust you.” 

“I know you’re tired, but I need you to wake up enough to look at me.” 

An eternity passed. When she managed to crack her eyes open, it felt like she hadn’t seen in days. 

“There those beautiful eyes are.” He kissed her cheek. “There’s a bit of a bruise on your face, but other than that, it’s mostly your arms and a mark on your left flank.”

She slowly blinked. 

“The warm water was a one-time thing though. I hope you got out of that what you needed. I walked out to psych myself up for it.”

Tomorrow, she’d toy with the knowledge that he’d been put off with even creating the illusion of urinating on her. 

Most of tonight had pushed his limits. She knew that. She owed him big for agreeing to all of it. She’d just needed to feel helpless for a while. 

Mike brushed hair away from her face. “You said something hurts, baby. Can you figure out what it is and tell me?”

There was something… She’d expected the arms and the head and everything else because she’d written out exactly what limits she wanted and what types of sex and manipulation she’d needed tonight. 

“You’re fading again. I don’t want you to crash out.”

She swallowed. “Juice?”

“Of course.” 

While he was gone, she wriggled around, taking stock of her pain. Prodding here and there with stiff and weak fingers, she found it, whimpering and then considering what that pain meant for the future. 

“What was that?” Mike returned, helping her manage half a glass of juice before getting settled again. 

“Ass… Hurts…” She huffed, opened her eyes and then gave him two-thirds of a smile. “Sitting will hurt.” 

“It’ll fade.” 

Snuggling closer, she got comfortable. “I love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

She sighed. “Thank you for kidnapping me.” 

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“Keep your hands out of my hair.” Nadine glared pointedly. “Understood?”

Elizabeth bobbed her head frantically. Too fast to indicate she’d heard a damned thing, but with a sigh, Nadine decided that was probably her own fault. 

She’d spent the last few hours slowly torturing her boss in public. 

“Elizabeth?”

“No- no hands.”

“No hair.” There was a difference. A big one. Hands were a problem as well, but Elizabeth would have handfuls out at the roots. 

“No hair. Nohair nohair nohair.” She babbled, sounding more and more like she was about to lose it with every repetition. “Fuck me.” 

“Soon.” 

“No?”

Nadine chuckled. “Were you a good girl tonight?” Hiking up the skirt of Elizabeth’s ballgown, she rocked back on her heels to appreciate the scene. “No time for getting up to trouble tonight, was there?”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” 

“Soon.” 

“No.” This time, she sobbed it. 

“Let’s see how close you are.” Without undergarments to cover Elizabeth’s body, Nadine was gifted a beautiful view of her engorged labia and clit. Tapping the latter, she grinned at the way Elizabeth’s entire body convulsed. “Perfect.” Shooting her another warning glare, Nadine leaned in and took her first taste. 

Elizabeth cried out. 

“You’re going to attract someone’s attention, caterwauling like that.” 

“I don’t fucking care.” 

“You will.” Letting Elizabeth’s skirt drape over her body, Nadine pushed her thighs apart and began eating her out, avoiding her clit in favor of simply driving her boss insane. 

“Ma’am, did you- oh god!” 

Blake’s voice made Nadine smirk. Elizabeth should’ve listened to her. Seeking revenge, she took the opportunity to stroke Elizabeth’s clit, preventing her from saying anything to send him away as she came, seemingly alone on her sofa. 

“Nadine…” She finally gasped. 

It sounded like Blake choked. “Pardon?”

“She needs fucked for this.” 

Still hidden away, Nadine froze. She’d once suspected that things between the Secretary and her favored assistant weren’t all platonic, but she’d never been able to prove it. 

That he wasn’t running for the hills after just watching his boss orgasm was… telling. 

“I’ll hold her down.”

Nadine snorted before she could help herself, giving away her hiding place. 

The curtain of Elizabeth’s skirt lifted and Nadine smirked, staring Blake boldly in the eyes as he took in her… situation. 

“My god…” 

“It’s her fault.” Elizabeth panted. “She teases.” 

“Judging by the look of you from this angle, she does a hell of a lot more than tease.” 

Rising in a single, fluid movement, Nadine stood chest to chest with him. “I am right here, you know.” 

“She’s a fun toy, isn’t she?” He asked. Reaching out, he made to cup her cheek, but then froze, hand suspended in the air. “May I?”

“Depends on what you’re planning to do.”

His eyes flicked down to Elizabeth. “I came to fuck her.” 

“I’m done.” Nadine managed one step to move out of his way, only to be stopped by his hand on her arm. 

“I’m not a fan of sloppy seconds. How about you stand in instead?”

It didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world. “Okay.”

“Elizabeth, shift so she can sit in your lap.” He started ordering her around like it was his right, rearranging her and her dress until he was satisfied. When it came time to give orders to Nadine, however, he balked. 

Mildly amused, Nadine rolled her eyes and then moved herself, muttering that he needed to either take charge and rail her properly or move so she could handle herself. 

Draping herself in Elizabeth’s lap, she hiked up her thin silk skirt and watched his face. 

“You- you’re not wearing anything under this.” 

A brow curved. “Complaining?”

“No, ma’am.” 

Elizabeth groaned as she snickered. 

“Don’t call her ma’am during sex. She becomes insufferable.” 

“Is that so?” Tossing his tie over one shoulder, Blake unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants, showing off boxer briefs with little green frogs on them before he pushed everything to his feet. From between the tails of his shirt, Nadine got her first look at his dick- long, thin and curved. 

She was going to feel this tomorrow. 

“Ready?”

“You’re really fucking her in my lap? Do I get to squeeze her breasts or something?”

“You’d better not.” Nadine snipped before reining herself in. “Please don’t.” 

“I guess those are off limits too.” She muttered from behind Nadine’s shoulder.

“You bruise me!” 

“Enough!” Blake snapped. “No more bickering. Save that for the next time.” 

Nadine was ready to retort that she had no plans for there to be a next time, but Blake chose that moment to slide into her to the hilt and oh my god it’d been so long since she’d been properly railed. 

Maybe there could be a next time…

She was about to admit that it was hitting all of the right spots… until she felt his fingers against the pucker of her ass. “You’d better not be planning to finger my hole.” 

Blake snorted. “I’m trying to find her clit to get her off. Relax.” 

“Nadine doesn’t believe in being touched during encounters.”

“Rub her harder please. She’ll shut up then.” 

He hit the spot and Elizabeth responded, but his hand was touching in a place Nadine wasn’t fond of being touched and it was killing her mood rather rapidly. She gave it another minute and then dragged herself away. “You know what? Just fuck her. I’m good.”

“I told you she doesn’t like being touched. She- oh fucking god!” 

Nadine turned back to watch. Blake was now buried in Elizabeth’s cunt, biting at her chest through her gown so as to not leave marks. He was working her pretty hard, but since this would be her second orgasm of the evening at least, she was easy to work over again. 

Blake rocked back and stood, leaving Elizabeth’s most intimate areas exposed to the room and dripping. Even from her spot against the wall, Nadine could see past Blake’s hip that he was still hard, now coated in both of their fluids. 

“Blake?” Elizabeth whimpered, eyeing his cock, her mouth clearly watering. 

His head swivelled. “You.” 

Nadine’s brows jumped. “Me?” 

Stalking across the room, he backed her into the wall. “I’m going to screw you into this wall. Touching?”

She shook her head. “No.” 

Smoothing his hands down her dress, however, he gently fisted and started pulling up, assuming by her lack of refusal that she wasn’t going to fight. “Kissing?”

“Not for our first time.” 

He hummed. “Oral?”

“You can go down, I won’t mind. Mouth only though.” 

His head tipped to the side. “Interesting.” He murmured after a moment. “Only fucking your pretty pussy then?”

“Something like that.” 

Crowding her back, he was careful to not touch anywhere extra as he lined up, reentering her in a smooth stroke. “You’re tighter than she is.” 

Elizabeth appeared at their side, dress back in place. “She’s more uptight than I am too.”

Nadine rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth shut lest Blake decide to change course before she got to come tonight. 

Soon enough, he was grunting near her ear. “You close?”

“Not close enough.”

“Fuck- I’m- I’m gonna come.” He pulled back and stilled, frozen as he dangled precariously on the edge of gentlemanliness. “I- I-”

“Oh for heaven sake!” Tipping her head back, she found her own clit and handled things herself, not easing up until she was close enough for it to probably count. “Finish me off then.” 

Blake slid back in, a shock running up his spine before he gathered himself enough to resume driving himself in. 

“This’d be more fun if you let me help.” Elizabeth then dropped to her knees. “I’ve never watched someone else have sex before.”

“Next time, she’s not invited.” Nadine muttered to herself. 

Blake exploded and then jerked back in surprise at her comment, half coming inside of her and half making a mess of them both. “Fuck!” 

Lips thinning, Nadine finished herself off. “You need to take lessons or something.” Really. A man his age should be more practiced at not turning into a geyser at every little thing. 

“I do just fine.” 

“Normal people like to touch, Nadine. It feels good to have a connection with another human being.” 

“Fuck other human beings.”

“We were trying.”

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Whistling softly to himself, Matt wandered down the empty hallway, his mind on dragging Daisy out of here as soon as they could get away. Some nights, these dinners were fine, but lately things had been tense around the office and even he knew better than to get into mischief when Nadine was in her seemingly permanent bad mood. 

A third of the way down the hall, a woman’s voice caught his attention and he halted, freezing in place as he tried to place what direction it’d come from. It’d sounded like Nadine and there was no world where he was looking forward to her catching him off guard while he was sneaking away. 

“Like that?” A man murmured. “How about two?”

The woman made a quiet sound. “There.” 

The sounds that followed were… arousing. 

“God, yes. I- ohh, I need deeper.”

“What the fuck?” Matt whispered to himself, craning his neck to place which door wasn’t entirely closed. “Someone’s gettin’ down.” He smirked, tiptoing along until he spotted one door just the slightest bit ajar. 

“Next time I’m holding you to the promise of eating me out.”

A sound like someone kissing followed. 

“Fuck me already.” She eventually moaned. 

The man chuckled. “So impatient.” 

Matt’s eyes widened as he placed both voices. 

Something crinkled. 

“I don’t have time for that.” 

“The dress...” The man, Blake of all people, pointed out. “Clean up.”

“I’m about to explode. I- I wish I hadn’t agreed to this damned corset. I-” Her voice went high and breathy before she managed to finish. “I miss you biting my breast.” 

“Matt?”

Whirling around, he started waving his arms dramatically to stop Daisy talking before she gave them both up. He watched her frown and then look confused before catching on that he was trying to listen to something and creeping to his side. 

“What?”

He waved his hand vigorously, pulling her close enough to whisper into her ear. “Blake’s in there having sex!”

Her eyes widened, both in surprise and in glee. “With who?”

“You’re never going to guess.” 

The woman grunted. A beat later, she moaned and swore. Matt watched as Daisy placed the unique and very familiar pitch of her voice. 

Gasping, she covered her mouth with both hands. 

Holding eye contact, he slowly nodded as they listened to Nadine babble about how good it felt to have Blake buried inside her. 

Daisy yanked his shoulder. “Since when have they been sleeping together?!” 

He shrugged. “He was fingering her when I noticed them. By the sounds of it, this isn’t the first. The way they discussed next time implied that there was a last time.” 

Through the door, Nadine didn’t seem to be trying all that hard to hide the grunts and moans she was making as Blake drilled into her.

Clearly, Daisy was torn between calculating the blast radius when the affair became public and what appeared to be arousal at listening to the two of them having sex feet away. When Blake started dirty talking to Nadine, Daisy shifted, crossing her legs and biting her lip. 

Matt reached for her. “You’re turned on.” He was too. He was listening to two people having sex and while, yeah, he had a few questions about how long his friend had been using this particular method of stress relief to keep their other boss calmer, he also had no problem finding another empty room and making some sounds of his own. 

Hopefully with Daisy. 

Daisy swatted his hand back. “Not here! But…” She shrugged and blushed. “I’ve seen her undressed. I’ve wondered. She’s compact and just muscle, you know?”

“Oh my god.” Matt mumbled with glee. 

“Oh my god.” Nadine echoed, her next moan shuddering before fabric rustled, followed by a solid thump. 

Daisy frowned, but the answer came before she had time to speculate. 

“You like me against a wall, don’t you?”

Blake chuckled. “Perfect size.” He panted. “Are you going to come again?”

“And again when we get home. God- there! Tou- touch there!” 

“Who knew Nadine could be so-” Matt tried to search for the right word. Hot? Sexy? 

Sexual? 

He’d never considered a woman her age as still being sexual before. 

Daisy swatted his arm. “Stop imagining what she looks like!”

But he had no intention of doing that, nor thinking of how this would benefit him on the back end. “He’s screwing her against a wall.” He scoffed. “Maybe she’ll be in a better mood tonight.” 

She was grunting in a rhythm now, the pace of which was making Matt rather impressed in his friend’s stamina. He was getting way too turned on for standing in the middle of the hall with his sometimes-girlfriend who absolutely did not look in the mood to sneak off and get a little action of their own. 

Unless…

Stepping closer, he bumped Daisy’s hip with his bulging erection. 

Daisy, as expected, rolled her eyes. “We are not getting off to our friends as porn, Matt!” 

“We can’t actually see them.” 

“No.” But she squirmed. 

“Tell me you’re not turned on too.” 

“Shut up.” 

Nadine’s grunts turned to groans and then Blake joined her. 

“Can’t we skip the dinner and stay here?” Nadine eventually asked. “Marathon. We could play out that fantasy of yours on the kitchen counter. The one- fucking hell fuck me harder- The one where you eat off of my stomach.”

Blake laughed. “Maybe next time. I- I’m gonna come.” 

“Oh thank god. Make it hurt.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

Palming himself, Matt tried to keep the subtle rubbing out of Daisy’s notice as they listened to their coworkers climax. 

“We need to wash you up before you stain her dress. And no. Your sister will kill us both if we skip in favor of sex.” 

“She wouldn’t kill me.”

Matt and Daisy exchanged confused looks as she went on. 

“And she gets to have her fun, why can’t I have mine?”

“Probably because yours involved her coming home to find me fucking you six ways to Sunday on her kitchen counter.” 

She scoffed. “She was being a baby. She’s seen me having sex before.”

“She hasn’t seen me!” 

Matt and Daisy both jumped when their names were suddenly called from the end of the hall. Whirling around, they froze at the sight of Nadine standing there looking annoyed, fists on her hips. 

“Have either of you seen Blake tonight? My sister was with him and I haven’t seen either of them in far too long, which is never a good sign with them.”

They exchanged a look. “No, ma’am.” 

Shoulder’s slumping, she looked frustrated. “Thank you. They’ve probably snuck off to sleep together already even though I warned them to be on their best behavior. I don’t know why I thought they’d listen when I can’t even keep them from defiling my apartment.” Wandering off muttering to herself, she left them be. 

Matt nudged Daisy’s shoulder and then thumbed toward the door. “Not Nadine then.” 

“So?”

“We can go into another room and imagine what that just looked like.”

Chapter Text

Walking backward, Jay pulled her into the bedroom, smiling softly at the way her cheeks flushed. “You’re quiet.” 

Biting her lip, Nadine shrank the slightest bit. “Did you really…” 

“Buy it?”  he watched her nod and then nodded himself. “Come here.” 

She’d been quiet in their alone time since her comment two weeks ago. After seeing something in a movie, she’d softly admitted to being interested in wax play, but had always been scared. It wasn’t the possibility of pain, but of giving herself over to someone else to hurt her. 

Guiding her to the edge of the bed, he picked up the cool glass pitcher, placing it carefully into her hands. 

“There’s already wax in it?” She looked up at him. 

“I tested it on myself. I was curious too.” He’d never wondered about wax, or anything particularly non-traditional really, until she’d brought it up. He wasn’t sure it held any appeal for him, but the hopeful look in her eyes when he’d encouraged her to speak up about her desires had forced him out of his comfort zone and into a store. 

“Oh.” 

Jay waited. When she looked up again, he was rewarded with one of her bashful smiles. 

“Could I… Use it on you?”

His brows lifted. In their talking, everything she’d said had been about wax being poured onto her, finding where the pain/pleasure point was for her. They’d never talked about her pouring wax on him. “You want to- Yeah!” He cleared his throat. “Yes. If you’d like to do that, I would be honored.” 

“R- really?”

“Yes.” Sitting at her side, he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close when she leaned into him. “I will do anything for you… and if anything needs to mean expanding what I know about sex, then I’m going to do that for you too.” He’d move a mountain, rock by rock, if it meant pleasing her enough to get her to keep opening up to him. 

“Will you…” She trailed off for a bit, but didn’t pull away and didn’t tense, so Jay waited. “Will you let me use it tonight?”

“As much or as little as you want to.”

Handing the pitcher back, she carried on chewing her lip as she stood, turning to still face him before starting to methodically strip. 

Setting up the specialized wax to start melting, Jay watched her crawl onto the end of the bed and sit on her knees, waiting. “Do we need towels?”

“Yes.” He fetched three, handing them to her to arrange while he stripped. “Ready for me?”

Nadine nodded. 

Laying on his back on the towels, Jay watched her check the melted wax and then test it by dipping her finger in. “This really won’t burn you?”

“Not at all.” 

Cautiously, she poured a tiny drop onto his stomach. 

There was a kind of pain, of course, but since he’d experimented already, he was prepared to hide his flinch so she wouldn’t be scared off. 

Her eyes flicked to his face and then she drew a thin wax line up his sternum. She paused, bit her lip, and then coated one nipple. 

It was arousing in a way. There was the flash of pain before warmth settled under his skin, pulling tight and drawing him up in a way that made him want to ask for more. There was also a new kind of trust he felt as he watched her tip the pitcher above him. 

After another moment, he reached for her. “Do the other side.”

She nodded and drew a circle around his other nipple before filling it in. 

The wax tightened his skin. 

He felt the base of his dick start to stiffen. 

Bolder now, she drew small lines and then poured more in one spot, building it up as it quickly went hard, before drizzling a line to his pubic hair. 

“You’re hard.” 

She sounded honestly surprised. 

With her free hand, she reverently touched his dick, stroking softly as he firmed up fully.. “From- from this?”

“And you, yes.” 

She pumped him slowly. “Is the wax safe on you here?”

“Yes, I… I just need a condom first.” He stayed put as she pulled away to let the wax warm a bit more while she opened a condom from the drawer. He followed with his eyes as she rolled the condom down his length. “Ready?”

She nodded. “I won’t hurt you?”

“It’s the right wax. You won’t hurt me.” 

The stream was tiny. She was so careful about the pour. Jay watched her watching his cock getting covered until it got to be so much that he wanted to squirm. 

“Do you like it?” She asked. 

“I want to kiss you.”

Setting the pitcher down, Nadine allowed him to manhandle her closer so that they could kiss. 

“Yes. It’s… it reminds me a little of you. Warm, the perfect fit.” 

“Does it feel good?”

“Absolutely.” 

Nodding, she reached for the pitcher again and then rested back on her free hand and, before he could guess what she would do next, she poured wax between her breasts, letting it run down her torso until it was dripping over her clit. 

A shudder ran through his own body. “Fucking hell.” 

She met his eyes and then refocused, pouring it on the tip of each breast. “You like seeing this on me too.”

“Obviously.” And watching her add more to her abs, and the way it dribbled into her pubic hair, made him ache. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes… it burns? But… not. Will you pour it on me?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I want you to.” Setting the pitcher aside, she picked at the wax on his dick and then, once a pile had formed beside him on the towels, she pulled the condom away and then mouthed his head. 

~~

He could feel the bits of wax everywhere as they both panted, Nadine now limp against his chest. He’d never in a million years expected that walking into that shop would’ve ended with some of the best sex they’d had in ages. Nadine had finally come into her own as he’d taken his turn pouring, and then had ridden him, wax cracking and crumbling from around her labia all the way. 

“Jay?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you know about knots?”

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Resting on her back, head propped up on a rolled up shirt, she savored the feel of sun indirectly warming her skin. Even with sunglasses on, the world was red behind her eyelids. It was good- waves crashing over the sounds of voices speaking in several languages. In the distance, she could pick out the ones she knew, though she couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. 

As contentment settled into drowsiness, a shadow stopped across her face, blocking out the sun and telling her that he’d returned from the water already. “I thought you were going to stay out longer.” Warm water dripped across her warmer skin, spurring her into lifting one hand to shade her eyes before opening them. “I was resting.” 

Blake smirked, eyes obviously raking down her body. 

Rolling her eyes, Nadine readjusted on the towel. “No.” She had the umbrellas to keep her from burning and no desire to wind up in jail thank you very much, or worse- a feature in the gossip mill. 

He dropped to his knees, glancing back to where several other staffers were sitting just past the water line, but still in view. “I had an idea.” 

She laughed. “Oh, I’m not going to like this, am I?” When he carried on staring like he wanted ot eat her, she frowned. “You have to stop looking at me that way.” 

“Why?” He softly laughed. “You think someone will work out that I’m falling for you?”

“Ha!” She shook her head. “What was your idea?”

Tipping forward, he balanced his weight on his palms on either side of her shoulders. “There are places where public sex is perfectly legal.” Nuzzling under her jaw, he kissed down the curve of her throat. 

“This isn’t one of them.” Craning her neck, she gave him more space, threading fingers into his hair as he passed her collarbone and carried on lower. When his mouth reached the swell of her breast, she sighed. “And I don’t want to deal with some infection from sand getting into my-”

“Fair enough.” He murmured. 

Reaching for his abandoned shirt, he snapped it up, shaking out the sand before draping it well enough across the apex of her thighs. 

“What’s your plan then?”

“Well… I have this new girlfriend, and I’ve had to spend all day watching her lounge around in this absolutely sinful swimsuit.” He was up to something, but she was too distracted now by the way he peppered kisses across her shoulder, and the feel of his growing erection in her side, to track what it was doing. “I’m supposed to go up to the hotel again in a minute and take notes for a phone call, but she’s down here looking breathtaking. I have no idea how I’m going to hide this.” He thrust a little harder. 

“God…” Licking her lips, she begged herself to be brave enough to roll onto her side and meet him face to face. 

His hand reappeared under the shirt. When he brushed between her thighs, she turned her legs out and bent her knees, just enough to give him space without making it obvious. His fingertips found the edge of her suit and pushed it to one side. 

Aroused despite her better judgement, she grabbed his arm. “Blake… We don’t have time…” Or the privacy, but repeatedly pointing that out seemed silly. 

He kissed her again, lightly the first time and then much harder, covering the sounds she made when a small vibrating egg was slipped inside her vagina. “Oh my god.”

Pulling her suit back into place, he circled her clit gently. “I want to spread you out and make love to you right here where anyone could watch and get jealous.” Picking up speed, he shifted enough so that his body was blocking what he was up to, but Nadine would be able to see past his shoulder. “They’re down there. If you called out, they’d turn. If you cry out, they’ll know.” He kissed her again. “They’ll watch.” 

“Not-” Rocking against his fingers, her toes curled. “I’d need it harder. You don’t have time.” It pained her to say. “Oh fuck me.” 

He laughed but pulled his hand away. “Think of me till I get back.” 

“Can I- Can I touch myself?” The call was scheduled for forty minutes. There was no way she would make it that long without something with her egg vibrator buzzing away inside of her..

“You can touch all you want.” Reaching for her hand, he guided it to the band of his shorts. Thrusting, he watched her watch as his head poked out. “You make me so hard I go cross eyed, you know that? Everyone wants to know what it’s like to finally bag the most eligible bachelorette in DC” 

She scoffed, cutting him off. 

”But I know what it’s like. I know what she looked like the morning after, glowing in satisfaction.”

Fisting a handful of his shirt, she pulled him down. “Touch me, damnit, before you go handle that call.” Body moving against him, she started to reach for her own clit, but stopped herself. 

This would be better if he did it.

“What happened to no public sex?”

“I’ll reinstate it in two minutes.” Looking past him again, she imagined if just one person made eye contact just as she was about to come. 

He laughed, pushing her gusset of her suit aside again and stroking hard until she moaned before pressing one finger against the egg, driving it deeper. “Come for me.” 

She purred. “Kiss me or we’ll wind up in jail.” 

Blake obliged, making out with her as he sped up with her clit again, driving her over the edge into breathy moans that he swallowed down. 

“You can come all you like too. Just- no turning it off or taking it out. I want to see you in an absolute mess when I find you.” He ordered when it was safe to pull away from her mouth. 

Rolling onto her side, Nadine glanced toward the shoreline and then stroked her thumb across the moisture collecting on the head of his cock. “And you?”

“I’ll just have to hope my shirt covers it.” Guiding her hand into his pants, he sighed at the way she palmed him. “Fuck.” He thrust but then pulled back, kissing her before pushing to his knees and arranging his clothes. “I can wait.” 

She smirked. “You’d better.” 

He faced the privacy of her umbrellas as he dressed enough for the call, rearranging himself in his trunks only to meet her eye and then flash her quickly before finishing putting himself together. “We’ll see how you feel about sex outdoors when I get back.” 

“Hurry.” Staring up from flat on her back, she licked her lips at the bulge in his pants and the knowledge that, soon enough, that bulge was going to be buried somewhere wonderful. 

~~

Draped across a lounger on their small balcony, Nadine was buzzing along the tail end of an orgasm when she heard the main door to the shared suite open and close. 

She was still in her swimsuit, as obscene as that felt. After the second orgasm while on the beach, she’d realized that sitting there with her slick seeping everywhere was just as embarrassing whether or not anyone else knew about it. A condition that was only reinforced when Maggie had wandered up while she was climbing toward a fresh orgasm to point out that she looked rather flushed and perhaps she should head inside. 

Head inside she did, blushing in embarrassment at the way her thighs were slick and the gusset of her suit felt damp and cold. If it weren’t for the wrap she’d thought to wear out, it would’ve certainly been a walk of shame. 

Now, spread out with her feet hanging off either side, she still had one finger trapped inside the leg hole of her suit as she heard Blake step through the open doorway. 

“Do you even know what you look like?” He stepped closer, skimming his hand up her leg. “You are so wet, your suit is shiny.” He tugged her finger free. “You just came?”

She hummed, sated for the moment. 

He tugged the gusset aside, presenting her engorged entrance to the warm sun. “What I wouldn’t give to have you just lounging around like this all the time.” 

“We’d never get anything done.” She murmured, arching and gasping when two thick fingers pressed in. “I’m so wet.” So wet that she barely felt him. So wet that she could probably take twice his girth. 

So wet that she could hear her own squelch as he moved. 

“How many times have you come already?”

Opening her eyes, she focused on his face as he toyed with her. “Twice on the towel before coming up here.” She bit her lip. “I considered riding the arm of the chair.” She’d paced the hotel room for a bit, touching herself as she entertained the thought of getting off in the middle of the room, risking getting caught by someone else walking in instead of Blake. 

Curling his fingers, he started pulling the egg out. “Bear down a little.” Spreading her with his other hand, he used her pressure to help ease it out, cutting the vibration before setting it aside. Kneeling beside her, he pulled the band of his shorts down, popping out his hardening cock. 

Nadine licked her lips. “Out here?” He was a little more than half hard, but she currently didn’t care. “I need you to do whatever you were planning earlier before I lose my mind.”

He chuckled, stroking himself. “I need just a second. And I need you to trust me.”

Not having the vibrator inside anymore helped with feeling antsy, but she’d been waiting for the better part of an hour and really wanted to feel him inside right about now. “Please. I- I’m going to-” Belatedly, she caught his last comment. “Trust you?”

“Public sex turns you on. I came up with an option that won’t involve jail cells.” 

Her eyes widened. “What’d you do?”

“Do you trust me?”

Staring at him, she slowly nodded. Of course she trusted him. She never could’ve let herself invite him in that first night if she hadn’t trusted him. “I need you.”

“I’ve got you.” Given that they were doing this outside, he only shifted his shorts enough to free his balls as well and then lined up and sank into her. Nadine’s moan was far from quiet as she fisted the back of his shirt. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.” Dragging with each thrust, he rubbed against her clit. 

“We’re going to have to have boundaries with that egg.” Boundaries she’d think about later, when she wasn’t finally savoring the feel of her boyfriend, balls-deep into her pussy. “I need to come.” 

“Already?” His hips snapped once.

She grunted. “I need- hard. I need you to keep going. I need to just come until I can’t see straight.” 

“Okay.” 

Worming her hand between them, she stroked her clit like she didn’t care at all about Blake’s orgasm. She did, care that was, she just knew he’d get there as well and right now she could feel her wetness dripping around his cock and all she could think was more.

“Ah-h! Ah! Oh my god! Oh! Harder!” Tightening her grip on his shirt, she turned her head, staring out at the sky as the lounger rocked and creaked from his force. 

Hooked one hand over her shoulder from behind to keep her from moving, he sped up. “Like that?”

“Oh my-” Lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, she came so hard she could barely breathe, vibrating as Blake only picked up the pace. She knew she was being loud, but there weren’t enough synapses left firing in her brain to remember how to quiet down. 

“I think you just squirted everywhere.” Blake managed to say while kissing what he could reach. “Keep going. Can you squirt again?”

Had she? Could she? She didn’t even know. 

Against the ache in her hand, she sped up again, chasing one more orgasm as Blake started to whisper filthy nothings in her ear. When his rhythm changed, so did his words. “I’m going to come this time, baby. Squirt for me again?”

She was so wet that she wasn’t certain how she’d even be able to tell, but she gave it a try, getting herself off as he plowed on. “I think I-” 

There was a plateau. It felt like a wall until he started talking again. 

“Oh my god!” 

“I’m coming. I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.” 

Nadine came as well, gushing against his intrusion until they were both spent and weak. 

“I’m taking you somewhere where he can do this outdoors properly.” Carefully, he pushed up and pulled away, back to the patio doors. It was probably for the best- she watched him run his hands through his hair first before tucking his now-limp, slick cock back into his shorts. 

“You’re an absolute mess.” He sounded pleased, touching her swollen center. “Squeeze?”

It took effort, but she did as he asked. 

“Holy shit!” He laughed. “Here.” Tugging her gusset back into place he pulled her to her feet. “I’ll rinse this.” 

Leaving her to find her balance, he dug a bottle of water from the patio fridge and cracked it open, pouring the full amount over the mess they made, diluting it away. 

Her swimsuit was going to need more than a quick rinse with water, and she needed a full shower, as she staggered toward the doorway into the suite. 

Halfway into the room, Nadine froze. Sitting in a chair reading a book, a bottle of water in hand, sat Elizabeth. 

Had she been here the whole time? 

Was this why Blake had said to trust him? 

She had envisioned being watched down on the beach. Had he known?

“Ma’am?” Her voice cracked in three places as she tried to cover her startled surprise. 

Elizabeth looked up from her book. “Oh, you’re back.” 

“I-” Glancing through the open balcony windows, she knew Elizabeth had been able to see everything. So why was she acting so…

Head down, Nadine did her best to creep toward her room. 

Once Nadine had her hand on the knob, Elizabeth spoke. “Good for you.” 

She whirled around, eyes wide. 

“You work too hard. You deserve… it.” 

Nadine felt herself flush as she fled into her room. 

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Turning a page, she hesitated, eyes lifting over the rims of her glasses as she listened to the silence. It’d been a very long day and something in her chest said not to turn in for the night just yet. She refused to call the urge a maternal instinct. 

But it’d been such a long day…

Would peeking her head into the other bedroom one more time, just to check, be such a bad thing? 

Nadine flicked her eyes toward where her watch lay on the bedside table and then rolled them at her own behavior. She’d checked on the person up the hall barely an hour ago and she’d been sound asleep. 

It was like being a new mother again, giving in to the urge to hover in the dark, watching their chest rise and fall for the comfort that seeing them breathing brought to her heart. 

Somewhere in the suite, under the sound of the air conditioning a door hinge creaked, making Nadine’s heart stutter for just a second. 

Her baby was up. Something was wrong.

Instead of rushing out like she would’ve in the past, she stayed put. Maybe she was just getting herself some water. They’d been talking before bedtime about becoming more independent. Nadine thought it was going well. 

Several more minutes passed, Nadine turned the next page in her book, and then out of the corner of her eye, she watched her door ease open. 

She said nothing. 

Elizabeth hovered there in the doorway, rocking in and out of the shadows as she snuffled back soft, gulping tears. In one hand was a small blanket that she was using to half wrap around her chest. 

Propped up in bed with her book, Nadine didn’t lift her chin to look at her. Elizabeth knew that if she wanted something, she had to ask for it. They’d worked on her asking for what she needed and Nadine knew that she could do it, she just often didn’t want to. 

Want to or not, Nadine wasn’t going to play twenty questions to work out what had gotten her out of bed at this hour. 

“Dee?” She eventually rasped. 

Giving in the slightest amount, she patted the mattress. 

Elizabeth stumbled to the bed and crawled up from the end, curling herself into a tight, anxious little ball with one fist under her chin as she popped her thumb in her mouth. 

Unable to resist giving some small comfort, Nadine stroked her hair. 

Instantly, Elizabeth hummed. 

“You promised to stop sucking your thumb, darling. Why are we doing it tonight?” She gave her a few minutes before turning down the corner of the page and putting the book to one side. “Why are you out of bed, sweetie? Couldn’t you sleep?”

Elizabeth removed her thumb ahead of a wet little sigh. “Bad dream.” 

“And you decided you needed to be in my bed?” Keeping her in her own room was a work in progress and deep down she knew that giving in tonight would make it twice as hard next time. But there was something so sad on her face and long trips always seemed to cause these little setbacks. “Do you want me to sing you to sleep?”

Shaking her head, she curled tighter. 

“No? It’s too late for a snack. Is that what you were looking for?”

She shuffled and huffed. “Sleep with you?”

The way she asked really did break her heart. “You promised to start trying to sleep in your own bed like a big girl. You’re brave enough to sleep after a bad dream.” 

Tipping her face up, Nadine saw the tears threatening her blue eyes. 

“What is it?”

Starting to cry again, she gasped twice before assembling the right words to tell her story. “I- I dreamed you were gone. Someb- somebody took you away from me.” 

And just like that, her heart cracked. “Oh, precious. No one is taking me away, okay? No wonder you’re shaking like a little leaf. Come on.” But when she placed her palm against Elizabeth’s back, she realized that simply going to sleep wasn’t going to solve all of tonight’s problems. “It must’ve been a very scary dream. Your jammies are all sweaty.” Accepting that tonight wasn’t going to be solved by simply tucking her in again with a kiss, Nadine tossed the blankets back. “Let’s wash you up. I’ll give you a bath and then you can sleep here for tonight, but tomorrow night you need to stay in your own bed again, okay?”

Obediently following her out of the bed, Elizabeth nodded. 

“Leave your blankie on the bed, baby. Come into the bathroom and I’ll help you get washed up.” She didn’t think Elizabeth would wander off tonight, but still paused to push the bedroom door shut before stepping into the bathroom, flicking on the light and dropping a mat into the floor before setting the water and dropping the plug. As she straightened again, Elizabeth crept in. “Let’s get your jammies off.” Starting with the buttons down the front, Nadine stripped her naked. “I’ll send them out to be washed in the morning so they’re clean tomorrow night. Are these pink jammies still your favorite?”

Elizabeth’s head bobbed. “They’re soft.” 

Despite the late hour, Nadine smiled gently. “They are, aren’t they? I knew you’d love them when I saw them in the store.” And how could she deny her precious girl something so pretty and soft to sleep in?

“Potty?”

Nadine snapped herself back to the task at hand. “Yes, please. You know the rule- always use the potty before getting into the bathtub. We don’t want anyone falling down and getting hurt because they have to hurry out all wet, do we?”

The mumbled no came while she was settling herself onto the toilet. 

Bending to check the temperature with her fingertips, Nadine listened to her pee, not turning around until she was done. “Wipe please. We don’t need drips on the floor, do we?”

Elizabeth yawned. “Help me?”

Sighing as she frowned a bit, she rested her fists on her hips. “Aren’t you big enough to do it yourself? What do you do when I’m not around?”

Her lower lip trembled, breaking down any boundary Nadine tried to put up. 

“Okay. But only because you’re sleepy and you had a bad dream.” Tearing off just enough paper, she wiped her and helped her transfer from the toilet to the tub before turning back to flush. “Let me wash my hands and then I’ll pull your hair up. We don’t need to run the hair dryer this late at night to get you feeling clean again. 

Elizabeth was quiet for a few minutes while Nadine worked, washing her hands and then tying up both of their hair before kneeling on the hard tile to start scooping warm water and pouring it across Elizabeth’s shoulders. 

“Dee?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Thirsty?”

“You can have some water, but you have to promise to use the bathroom again before falling asleep. We don’t want any accidents in my bed, do we?”

She shook her head somewhat dramatically, only to yawn again. 

“You’re so sleepy, baby.”

Water moving around was the only sound in the room until Nadine decided that Elizabeth was clean enough for sleep. Pulling the plug, she stiffly stood, swiping hair out of her own face before reaching for a towel. “Let’s get you out and dry and then you can get in my bed. One night won’t hurt things.”

Helping her stand, Nadine dried her, bit by bit, right there in the tub, taking care to dry under her breasts and between her legs. 

“Sleepy.” Elizabeth fussed as she was helped over the edge. 

“I know, baby. You’re sleepy. Let’s get to bed. Do you want me to find your blue jammies or do you want to just sleep like this?”

“Nakey?”

“You can sleep nakey, just for tonight.” Wrapping her arm around her back, she led Elizabeth back to bed, tucking her deep into the blankets before shutting off lights and resetting her things and climbing in beside her. “Sleep now.” Rolling over, she tugged her wrist, pulling her thumb out of her mouth. “No more sucking this, remember?”

Elizabeth’s lower lip punched out again and then, scooting into Nadine’s space, she started nuzzling her chest through her thin shirt, her empty hand tugging at the collar. 

It took all she could not to chuckle and encourage her. “What are you looking for in there?”

Wide, blue eyes lifted to meet hers. “Pwease?”

“Oh, all right.” Hiking up her shirt without bothering to remove it completely, she exposed her breast, shifting her angle so Elizabeth could tuck under her arm comfortably before latching. 

“My baby.” Nadine cooed, stroking her hair. “Get some sleep.” Kissing her head, she carried on whispering to her until Elizabeth’s suckling slowed and then dropped off entirely. When she twisted her neck enough to peek under the edge of the sheet in the dark, she smiled at the sight of Elizabeth, sound asleep with her open mouth still mostly around her nipple. “Sweet dreams, precious.” 

~~

Waking to her alarm, Nadine took her time stretching out before getting out of bed alone. She felt better for having had a good night’s sleep. 

Shuffling toward the bathroom, she stopped and picked up a pair of pink pajamas that had been left in the doorway. She’d put them in a bag and send them off to be cleaned before they headed off to meetings today. 

Looking back at the bed, she left the laundry bag on the end and flipped the blankets back with a quick flick, smiling softly at the blanky that’d been left behind. Catching it with her fingers, she pulled it out, starting to fold it neatly before pausing and then holding it to her cheek. 

The blanket was soft. When she’d spotted it at the store the first time, she’d itched to buy it, but it’d felt frivolous. She didn’t have a little one to shop for anymore, and she’d never had a little girl to buy cute pink things for. She’d left it that day, leaving the store with her heart aching for the things she’d never gotten to do. 

It’d felt like divine intervention, discovering Little Elizabeth. 

Oh how her heart had felt so full the day she’d raced back to that store, finding the same soft blanket waiting on the shelf! She’d brought it home and washed it carefully and then, for a little while while she was alone, she folded it just so and imagined cradling a tiny infant. 

Her tiny baby girl. 

Gifting Little Elizabeth the blanky had felt like finally finding a piece of her soul that she hadn’t known was missing. She had her precious little girl. 

Lowering her hands, Nadine folded the blanky nicely and pressed it to her chest. It was going to hurt when Little Elizabeth didn’t need her anymore. Until then though, she stepped out of her room and padded up the little hall to the other bedroom in the suite. Easing the door open, she smiled as she imagined Elizabeth still curled up in her bed. Gently, she tucked the blanky in against the pillow where it would be found tonight and then slipped away again.

Chapter Text

“It’s late.”

Biting her lip, Nadine looked around the dimly lit cabin before reading Mike’s text again. She knew what he wanted, she just didn’t know if she was brave enough to do it.

“You said everyone is almost asleep. Put in your earbuds and open the video chat.”

She didn’t say no. She didn’t say anything at all. She had her buds and a blanket and pillow, it was just… 

She was on a plane. Surrounded closely by her friends. 

It felt dirty. 

It also felt exciting. 

“I’m already warming up.”

She knew what he meant. He was texting her and stroking himself. Just knowing that started turning her on.

Taking a shaking breath, she nodded. “Fine. Give me a second.” Placing her phone face down, she rearranged her things in her seat, pulling the blanket a little higher before glancing around and then surreptitiously unbuttoning her pants. A skirt certainly would’ve been easier to hike up, but no one in this end of the plane judged anyone for subtly loosening a button or two to make fifteen hours sitting in the sky a little more comfortable. 

Popping in her earbuds, she listened for the confirmation they were connected before placing the call. 

Mike appeared on her screen, the top of his naked chest visible as she hurried to dim the brightness. 

“Hello, beautiful.” He greeted into her ears.

“Hi.” Unlike him, she had to keep her voice pitched low. 

“Ready?”

She nodded, biting her lip as she watched him lean forward, the screen moving around and giving her glimpses of his erection as he attached his phone to a stand. 

“There we go.” He backed up, propped against his headboard, legs splayed as he started absently stroking himself. “How do I look?”

“Good.” Fuckable.

“I only got my ribbed sleeve out. I hope that’s okay for you tonight. I didn’t want to torture you.” He snickered. “We’ll save that for the next trip.” He looked right at the camera. “Are you going to be able to touch yourself?”

“A- a little.” She glanced around again. From where she’d hidden herself, the only person who had a line of sight on her right now was Blake, and he was dead to the world. 

Good. 

She didn’t need an audience when Mike eventually made her come. 

This is insane.

“I’m going to miss the little sounds you make. Nothing I can do comes close to how it feels when it’s your hand on my cock, you know that? No sleeve comes close to how perfect the size of your pussy is. You’re perfect.” 

Her cheeks felt warm. “You’re pretty perfect too.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“I- I can’t.” 

“Aw, come on. You know watching me is making you wet.” 

Squirming in her seat, she couldn’t say he was wrong. 

“Tell me, sweetheart.” 

With a shaking hand, she managed to get her fingers into her underwear, barely finding the nerve to roll soft circles around her clit. “Yes.” 

At her answer, Mike groaned. “Fuck. I’m imagining you in the middle of the plane touching yourself and it’s so hot.” As he moved, Nadine watched the way his head popped out of his fist only to vanish again and recalled the way it felt and smelled when he was in her fist, popping out to brush his taste against her lips.

“H- harder.” She whispered. “F- for me.” 

“I could use the sleeve.” 

“Not yet.” She was a fan of it, but the silicone took away from the visual of watching him jacking off, and right now the visual was all she had. “Touch yourself.” 

He placed his left hand flat on his solar plexus. “Where?”

Where? Where could she tell him to touch that wouldn’t draw unwanted attention from inside the cabin?

“My balls?”

“No.” She spotted as his hand sped up. “Stop! I- I mean, slow back down.” 

Mike’s breath caught. “I’m imagining you in your seat. I know you’re trying to hide how wide your knees are starting to spread. Did you wear a skirt for your flight home?”

“No. I- I picked pants.” And then before he had a chance to ask, she gave him the answer to his next question, knowing it would please him. “Beige.”

Through the screen, his eyes lit up. “You’ll have a visible wet spot.” His smile spread as she blushed. “I’ll miss it, but I’ll get to think about it until you get home.” He grunted and then almost as if he could read her thoughts, tugged at his nipples, sending a shudder down his entire body. “God, baby. You’re so hot, you know that?”

He liked to talk, and she liked hearing him, but right now most of her focus was on keeping very still while touching herself. 

“Does it feel good?”

Nadine swallowed. “Y- yes.” 

“Tell me.” 

“It feels so good.” 

“Are you fingering yourself?”

“N- n- not yet.” But the shot of electricity that zapped down her belly told her that it was both a very good idea and one that was going to ruin her. “Too much.” 

“You being touched is never too much, baby. Use your middle finger. Come on. Tell me you’re touching yourself. Come on. You know you need it. You’re desperate for it.” 

Adjusting her posture, she obeyed, sliding her middle finger in. “Yes.” 

He lit up. “Yeah?”

Biting her bottom lip, she nodded. “Can’t do this here.” 

“Look at me. Look at the screen, baby.” When she did, he was pouring lube into the sleeve and then sliding it down his shaft. “See me go in? Can you keep time?”

She could. She also could come hard enough to wake half of her friends and she really did not want to do that thank you very much. 

“When you get home, I want to watch you with your hand in your pants. I want to see the little damp spots you make. Just thinking about it makes me want to come, sweetheart.” His groan filled her ears as his hand sped up again. “You always feel so good. Fuck!” 

Her underwear were slick. Against her thighs and ass, she could feel where the slick was already escaping containment. Cleaning up would mean going without underwear for the remainder of the flight home and praying that everyone else feared her enough to not comment on anything else. 

“Are you still touching yourself, baby?”

“Yes.” And good god she knew this had been a bad decision when he’d asked yet again, but she hadn’t expected that getting this aroused on a plane would be this easy. “I’m close.” 

“Yeah?”

“You come.” She mumbled, praying he’d hear. “Please.” 

“Keep begging. Fu- keep begging, baby.” 

“Please.” She inhaled through her nose. “Please do it. I- I want to see it. Please.” 

“I’m gonna blow.” 

If that wasn’t the relatable understatement of the century. “Me too.” It’d been years since she’d had to be practiced at silent orgasms. Would her mind remember what was on the line?

“Watch me.” 

“I’m here.” 

Shfting his movements, he started fucking the sleeve, alternating watching her on the screen and his cock as more precome leaked out of the top. It changed and she knew he was so close. 

“W- wait.” She tried to order. “Slow down.” 

Instantly, Mike completely stilled. She could see from the look on his face that he was fighting his orgasm and knew he’d only last moments before erupting. 

“I’m so close. One isn’t enough but I can’t go higher. I- I wish I had more.” 

“I know, baby.” His voice was pinched now. “I know. Come for me, baby. You can do it. I love you. You’re so fucking hot.” 

His voice helped push her right to the edge, but she wanted something else to be the thing that pushed her over. “Squirt for me.” 

Mike’s hand restarted and, seconds later, she was watching as he came, spurting out of the end of the sleeve onto his thighs and stomach. 

She loved watching him come. 

Stroking herself as hard as she could, she gasped and then ground her teeth together, holding her breath as she came in her pants. 

“Beautiful.” Mike murmured into her ears. “So fucking beautiful.” 

She felt her cheeks warm yet again. Carefully, she worked her hand free, smearing slick against her skin as she did. “I can’t believe I just did that.” 

“Go wash up, sweetheart. I can’t wait until you get home.” 

Ending the connection, Nadine placed her phone face down again and shifted in her seat in the dark, daring to touch herself and feel just how damp she was. 

It was going to be a long rest of the flight home.