Page 43 of Ruin
“You’re up early,” I reply, glancing at her before continuing on into the kitchen.
“I slept better than I have in weeks. And I’m looking forward to getting down to the gym. I never even noticed that other room Annika was talking about, and now it’s all I can think about.”
The excitement in her tone has me pausing in the process of removing a cup from the cupboard above the sink, and I turn to study her.
I should have seen it immediately. She is holding herself differently. Her shoulders are no longer rounded as she folds in on herself, attempting to make herself appear small. Instead, she’s sitting tall. But it’s the relaxed smile on her face that really stands out.
Perhaps it isn’t too much to hope that her former self might be starting to reappear, after all.
“Have you started to look into dance classes?” I ask, turning back to continue making my coffee.
“Not yet. I was a little preoccupied last night.” I can hear the flirtation in her tone, but I keep my back turned.
“Oh really. And what might have kept you preoccupied?”
She snorts. “I don’t know. Maybe it was your finger up my arse.”
I shake my head as I turn with my cup raised to my lips, leaning back against the bench. “Oh, so youcantalk about sex without blushing.”
She shrugs. “I spent a few hours going over everything that happened last night in my head. I figure, if I can let you do dirty things to me, the least I can do is talk about it without getting embarrassed.”
“Oh, you think that was dirty, do you?”
Her eyes widen while she watches me continue to casually drink my coffee.
“Um… Yes…” She sounds unsure, and I smirk behind my mug.
“Oh, Lily. You have no idea how much dirtier it can get.”
She swallows, and the blush she’d been keeping at bay creeps up her neck. I track the way she straightens further in her seat, and I can sense the shift in her arousal from here.
I’d spent the night trying to work out the best way to proceed with this whole arrangement. Each of the people I sleep with need different things from me. For Imogen, she likes it a little rough coupled with dirty talk and giving up complete control. With Annika, she likes to bait me into spanking her and calling her a naughty girl, but we both know she will submit to be rewarded with orgasms. With Dante, he just wants to be fucked into oblivion after spending hours pleasing others. Having only had a few encounters with Cam so far, I’m still working him out, but he wants to be pushed, to explore his limits. Kresta, Sabrina and Daniella only come to me occasionally, and those interactions are purely transactional, all about taking the edge off for them. The three of them have other avenues available to them for the most part, and most of our interactions have taken place at club nights, either on the bed for the initial show or when they’ve been feeling particularly horny.
But Lily? While she says she wants me to fuck her like I fucked Imogen, I know that isn’t the way things will work for her. After nearly a decade with an abusive and selfish husband, the last thing she needs is to be reminded of that when we play together.
I’m going to have to do things differently with her, and it’s going to mean tapping into a side of myself I rarely let out.
“I thought we might have a little excursion tonight. Would you like that?”
She clears her throat, shifting again. “Where are we going?”
I shake my head. “All in good time, Lily.”
She scowls at me, and it’s all I can do not to laugh. WhileI’m still not sure this is all a good idea, I have to admit it’s fun to tease her.
“Can you at least give me a hint?”
I consider her for a moment before replying. “We’re going to test just how serious you are about all of this.”
She clamps her mouth shut, but I don’t miss the way her eyes widen. Yeah, she’s turned on. It’s going to be an interesting evening.
After Lily changes and heads down to the gym, I go to my office to review the accounts that Imogen had put together for me on Friday. I seldom take a full day off, but had been so busy yesterday, avoiding being alone with my thoughts, that I’d neglected the work on my computer in favour of helping with the manual labour downstairs.
“How’d things go last night?” Annika asks, appearing at the door within minutes of me sitting down, and leans her shoulder against the doorframe.
I roll my eyes and sigh, leaning back in my chair. “Have you put some sort of camera in here to know exactly when I walk in the room?”
She shrugs. “Maybe. Now answer the question. Did you give her what she needed?”
