Page 36 of Disgrace

“You’re being childish, Sam.” His voice is low and menacing, but I still try and open Leon’s door. It swings wide but not from any effort on my part. Leon stands completely naked, with floppy bed hair falling in his sleepy eyes. I barely notice because he rarely wears much more, but I can feel Jason stiffen behind me. I straighten in surprise, but my shock isn’t at his appearance, it’s the fact he’s awake. He usually sleeps like the dead.

“Children, children, can you please keep it down.” He absently grabs his cock, although not to cover himself, more to massage the semi hard-on he is sporting. “Unless you are planning on joining me, why don’t you both go and settle this…whatever this is…like adults…naked with tongues.” He grins at me, and with his free hand, tips my open mouth shut just before he slams his door. Jason chuckles behind me, and I swing round but collapse against the rock hard impact of his shoulder in my tummy. He scoops me high, and slaps my bottom hard before striding back to my bed.

Dropping me from a great height into the centre of the bed, I squeal and shuffle back away from his encroaching frame. I have to bite back my smile, because as sexy as he looks—and he looks fucking delicious—I am still mad.

“Stop!” I slap my hand on his naked chest as he hovers over me, all hard and hot.

“No, you’re jealous, and I love that, but you have nothing to be jealous of, and I’m going to prove it.” He takes the wrist of the hand holding his chest and the other too, and holds them high above my head.

“Awesome sex doesn’t prove shit.” I fight him and the desperate moan at the back of my throat as he pushes his strong legs between mine and works me wider. I am so damn wet, and I bet he knows it. He draws in a deep breath and purses his lips as his eyes darken with undiluted desire.

“You’re right. Actions speak louder than words, though. Sam, I promise I will never give you another reason to be jealous.” I sniff out a sharp, derisive snort. “You doubt me?” His brows pitch together, and he looks utterly sincere.

“Men lie.” I try to shrug, but my arms are taut, making the action difficult.

“Everyone lies, but I’m telling the truth, and with my actions, I will prove that over time.” His lips cover mine with a sweetly possessive kiss that steals my breath. “You trust me, and I won’t betray that. I know what it means, beautiful.” I sink and sigh when he calls me that. He looks at me like I’m the only girl in the world and so precious because of it.

“Trust me?” His deep stare pierces right through me. I am exposed and vulnerable, and I couldn’t be any happier.

“I do.”

“Good…now for those actions.” He grunts and thrusts so deep I gasp out a silent cry. I am not silent for long.

“That’s so fricking hot.” Lili giggles.

“I love it when they do that.” Bethany grins and winks at me nudging Sofia at her side. I am having a great night. Sofia arranged an anti-Valentine girls’ night out for Lili, a waitress from her family’s restaurant and a really close friend. She’s a single mum, and since we are all a little ‘loved-up’, we collectively decided to have a night off.

“When they do what? Slap your arse or carry you away caveman style?” Sofia snickers when Bethany and I answer together.

“Both.” We all collapse into giggles.

“I don’t get it.” Sofia frowns in all seriousness.

“What don’t you get, sweetie?” I try not to laugh as her face turns a glorious shade of red.

“I’m not a prude or anything, but spanking hurts. Paul did it once, and I nearly punched his lights out. I think he only got one slap in before I stormed out. It was humiliating.” Her brows are bunched tight.

“It can be, and personally, I’m not into that, but spanking doesn’t have to be humiliating. It can be very arousing.” I notice Bethany shift and I give her a pointed stare. “Want to help me out here?”

“Oh, no, I plead the fifth.” She holds her hands up in surrender. “I am heavily pregnant, and horny as hell. If I start talking about Daniel and sex, I will not last the evening.”

I chuckle and turn back to Sofia. “All I’m saying is it’s very much ‘for each to their own’. Like any relationship, everything is very personal. The point is, you don’t know until you try, and as long as you trust your partner and can happily communicate your wishes, then it can be lots and lots of fun.”

“And being tied up…that’s fun for you?” Sofia asks. I smile when Bethany snaps her lips shut tight and shakes her head, leaving me to fill in the blanks. “Yes, sweetie, that is lots of fun.”

“But you can’t, you know, move? I mean you can’t grind or grab where you need them to be with your thighs. You can’t touch them. It’s so frustrating.” She puffs out a breath to try and expel some of the heat she is holding in her cheeks. She snaps up the shot glass of champagne that comes with the cocktails and downs it in one swallow. I am silent, with a subtle grin while I watch her think about what she just said.

“Is that the point?” Her voice is excited with her self-revelation.

I offer an encouraging smile, and her face lights up, but just as quickly, she frowns again. “But you would have no control over…you know…coming.” She whispers the last word, and we all bust out laughing. “Oh…that wouldalsobe the point.” She nods slowly at her enlightenment. “Well, there is no fucking way I am giving Paul that kind of power,” she states and fixes us with a stern glare and serious tone. “And I’ll thank you to keep all this to yourselves. I don’t want him getting ideas above occasionally sticking his dick in my—”

“More drinks I think?” Bethany blurts out. Sofia slaps her hand over her mouth, covering her loose, over-sharing lips and cursing her alcohol addled brain. I get the next round, and we settle back to more mundane conversations and catching up.

I have known Sofia for a few years. We instantly hit it off. She is fun, but more than that, she is a good friend. She works at an exclusive private club, and when I first went there with a client, she cornered me in the ladies. She knew him as a member and had heard rumours. Her face filled with concern, she asked if I was okay, if I needed any help, did I need money,anything. I think she was prepared to call the police and have my ‘date’ arrested. I probably should’ve told her the truth then, but I didn’t, and now it just doesn’t matter. She didn’t judge me then, and these girls don’t judge me now.

It feels really good to relax. I didn’t realise how on edge I was until Jason told me that Richard had left the country, and I physically felt the tension seep from my body. A respite that was short-lived. Since our fight, I can’t hide the fact that I find myself in brand new and totally unfamiliar territory: that of jealous girlfriend. It is like a clawing sickness that clouds my rational brain. I can’t help it; all I can do is acknowledge and try to deal with any fallout.

“So what happened?” Lili asks. “Actually, you know, I don’t think I can handle any more details. This night was supposed to cheer me up. Tales of your hot-as-hell guys is not helping,” she teases and fans herself.

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