Page 62 of Piece By Piece

By the time Thursday rolls around, I could blindly draw a map of Aliena’s body and all the places she likes to be touched most. After round one on Wednesday morning, I went for my jog while Aliena got ready for work. Our evening looked the same as always but after dinner, whileshe was making the dishes, I came up from behind her and started kissing her neck.

Then, well, I did a little more than kiss her neck, and the dishes were forgotten. After that round, I set her on the kitchen counter, finished doing the dishes, and set everything in place. My roommate seemed very happy with me once I was done and pulled me in for a kiss, opening her thighs to let me step in between. The woman’s insatiable, and since Ididpromise to fuck her on every surface of our home, I was happy to discover it.

She slept in my arms as always, but when she turned that night to lay her head on my chest and sighed contently, I couldn’t deny the dangerous adoration that spread through my mind and body like a wildfire.

It wasn’t lust or attraction. It was something deeper and entirely foreign.

This morning, she woke up before me again and then treated me to her usual wake-up call. Although, before she could make me come, I pulled her up my body and let her ride me instead. With the way I know she can dance, it was no surprise that she moved on top of me with an ease I’d never witnessed in a woman before.

Now, I’m at school, trying and failing to stop thinking about her.

“Dude, did you hear a word I just said?” a gruff voice breaks through the fog clouding my mind as someone shoves me.

My head whips up to glare and Andrew. “What?” I snap a little more harshly than intended.

“I told you to get up. Class is over,” he points out, unbothered by my bad mood. I look around the room and realize most of my classmates have already filed out. Shit, I don’t think I heard a single word that was said today.

“What’s up your ass? You’ve been weird all day. Did something happen on your birthday?” Mattheo chimes in, looking at me funnily.

“No, all good. I’m just tired,” I deflect.

“Right. Tired. I don’t even want to know what you were doing all night,” Lily says, looking like she has a suspicion she’s not happy about.

“You mean who. You don’t want to know who he was doing all night to leave him this tired and agitated,” Andrew provides helpfully, earning himself a punch from his girlfriend and me at the same time.

Mattheo, for one, resorts to merely glaring at me, clearly sharing Andrew’s theory and not liking it. He still thinks there’s something going on between Aly and me, and that I should be loyal to her. He’s right, of course, and I have been. Since I met her. He really has no reason to glare.

“It’s whom, you idiot,” Lily mutters under her breath, so quietly I feel like she’s trying not to be a know it all but she just can’t help it. She changes the topic. “Anyway, let’s talk about your party on Saturday. I checked with Aly, and she said she had Sunday off so she’ll be there.” I know that, of course. That’s why I’m throwing the party on Saturday rather than Friday.

“Cool. Yeah, there’s not much to talk about. It’s the same as always,” I tell them. When I see Lily’s mouth open to argue, I cut her off. “It is, Lil. I don’t celebrate my birthday, certainly not with a party. I mean it, don’t try to bring gifts or something along the lines.”

She pouts. “So, no cake?” she asks slowly. I laugh and shake my head.

“Sorry to disappoint, but no. There won’t be cake.”

Andrew throws his arm over his girlfriend at the same time she turns around, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously close to, “Monster.”

Still laughing, I follow my friends to our next class, glad that for even a second, they got my head on something other than a certain honey-eyed woman.

I’m once again in bed with Aliena, only this time, before she can reach for my belt, I stop her gently. “Hang on. I had an idea I wanted to talk to you about,” I tell her.

She pulls away so she can look at me without craning her neck. “Sounds saucy. Hit me,” she demands, and I chuckle at the impatience thick in her voice. To placate her, I offer her a short kiss, which she accepts happily. It’s funny how she refused to let my lips so much as brush against hers for weeks and now she seems to enjoy few things more.

“Well, I have this box in my bedside drawer with some stuff in it,” I admit, smiling sheepishly when Aliena’s eyebrows rise. “It was a gift from the guys a few years ago but I’ve never used it. Well, not the things in this particular box, I have done things like that before, though. And I liked it, so I was wondering if maybe you were interested in trying something out.”

To my great despair, I can feel my cheeks burn up as I stumble over my words like a fucking moron.

“What sort of things are we talking about?” Aliena asks carefully, reminding me just how badly I just was at explaining.

Instead of repeating the fiasco, I simply grab the box and set it on the bed, revealing the ties and ropes that lie on top. As I said, harmless stuff. Basically vanilla.

Of course, beneath those things are a few whips and crops of different sizes but while I’ve spanked past partners with my hand or a belt, I’ve never tried using actual whips. I’d have to read up on it before ever using it on Aliena. The same goes for the other toys beneath.

Aliena takes a long second to look at what I revealed. Finally, she reaches for a red silk band that would be just perfect to bind her wrists. She smiles shyly when she meets my eyes.

“I’ve never really used accessories in bed, to be honest. Well, other than my toys, but that was only when I was alone. I think I’d let you tie me up, though. If only to try,” she explains. My heart skips an excited beat.

“Yeah? You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel any pressure to agree if you don’t feel like it. I’m happy either way,” I assure her.

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