‘From this point on, no questions. You don’t speak. Only thing you can open that pretty little mouth to say iscrypt.’
‘What’s that?’
She tightens the knot at the back of my head. ‘Your safe word, baby girl.’
She gives me a gentle shove and I move my feet, trusting she won’t let me trip over anything. I blow out a breath to slow my breathing. I’m safe with Haz. Whatever twisted torture she’s got planned for me, I’m still safe.
That thought lasts all of about two seconds before she slams me into a wall, knocking the breath from me.
‘I know you’re sleeping with Elly,’ she says roughly into my ear. ‘What, you think I wouldn’t know? That I’ve not been on the other side of that wall listening to fucking everything? Do you know what I do on those nights?’
I shake my headno.
‘I’m there, Tilda, hand on the wall, the other in my cunt. I time it so we come at the same time. I know when you’re getting close. You start off all breathy and quiet. Then these little moans. Every time she enters you extra hard, I hear you cry out. My wall fucking shakes with it.’ She rolls her hips, letting me feel her strap. I suck in a breath, pussy suddenly throbbing. ‘You sound so fucking good.’
I feel her breath on my lips, and I think she’s about to kiss me when she takes hold of my wrists instead, raising them above my head. She shoves down the sleeves of my coat and attaches her mouth, her full lips grazing the delicate skin there, tongue dipping out to tease.
I release a breath, shifting against her. My hands furl to fists. How can that feel so intense? They’re just fucking wrists.
It’s the unexpectedness of the encounter. I hadn’t trusted Haz coming down here, but I hadn’t expectedthis.
I think about saying the safe word, sounding it out in my mind. But it doesn’t pass my lips. I don’t want it to. She feels too good, tongue tracing the palms of my hands.
All too soon, she stops.
Hauling me from the wall, she slaps a hand between my shoulder blades. ‘Get.’
Haz
Everything’s set up how I want it. One chair. Straps on the arms. A circle of candles.
I inhale the scent of melting wax and smoke, one hand still holding Tilda. I don’t rush, letting the anticipation seep into her bones.
She hasn’t said a word. Good girl.
I thought she’d fight me more, at least run her mouth.
That she hasn’t makes me wet, the base of the dildo heavy against me.
I run my fingers through her hair, brushing it behind her shoulders, scenting the clean smell of her conditioner. I love that she dressed up for me. That she’s freezing her ass off down here just to make me happy.
To make me want her.
The skirt thing works perfectly for what I’m gonna do.
I finger the hem of her coat, gently bouncing her body against me. Finally got her where I want her. Away from Elly, that traitorous piece of shit. I huff out a breath. Of course that asshole won. Tilda’s a forever kind of girl—so is Elly.
Me? I’m a forever and adaykind of girl.
Figured that out with Skylar over Christmas. It had been fun, yeah. There’d been alcohol, a lot of laughing at Nic’s expense. But she hadn’t been Tilda. Up to the hilt in her clunge and all I felt was numbness, a vague sense of doing something wrong. I’d never cheat on any motherfucker but that’s as close as I’d got to feeling like I had.
I wished she’d been Tilda. So much that I fuckingached.Perhaps not with Nic though, not with all that hostility whipping around them. Or…maybedefinitelywith Nic. Transmute all that weirdness to something much more enjoyable.
I stroke Tilda’s hair, smiling at the vision. Fuck, they’d be insatiable. Definitely wouldn’t be gentle. Neither of us are, to be fair. I think I prefer fucking with Nic than with Elly. We’re more compatible in our style. Doubt we’ll be doing that again though. Only in my dreams with this one.
I’ll make it up to Tilda tonight. I’ll make it up to us both. Forever and a day starts now.
I whip the blindfold off, coming round to her front to watch her expression. She’s not giving much away, eyes bouncing over the candles until they stop on the chair.