Page 17 of Please Don't Leave Me

He backs off the bed and undoes the clasp holdingup his toga on his left shoulder, letting it drop to the floor. All he’s wearing now is his boxer briefs, and I can see how hard he is beneath them. I’m instantly wet again. He opens his nightstand and pulls out a condom. Finally, he pulls down his underwear, leaving him fully naked in front of me.

He skillfully rolls the condom on and positions himself over me so his tip is resting at my entrance.

“Let me know if you want me to stop or to untie you. Got it?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out more assertive than I thought.

He presses into me, and I can feel him fill me a little at a time, going slowly in and out until his hips meet my feet that are strapped to my thighs. My instinct is to wrap my legs around him and pull him even closer, but I realize I can’t. Interesting.

His first full thrust in and out makes me arch my back and moan. When I look back up at him, he’s smiling. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

My hands find their way to his face, and I pull him down to kiss me. He puts one hand behind my head while the other braces him up. He starts thrusting in and out at a slightly faster pace for a while. After his tongue has thoroughly explored mine, he lets go of my head and sits up while keeping himself inside of me.

He rests his hands on my knees and spreads my legs wider. My feet are still tied down in a spot that restricts him from entering me all the way to the base, but he’s hitting the perfect spot. His thrusts quicken and get more aggressive, making me start to build toward another orgasm.

The pressure keeps building, and I throw my hands over my head to grab the edge of the mattress. He’s thrusting so hard, and I start to realize the point of bindingmy legs in this way. If I was fully spread in front of him with no restrictions, he would be destroying me right now.

The realization that he intentionally did this for my comfort and pleasure sends me over the edge. I try to extend my legs, but the rope restricts them, giving me something to tense up against. This time my orgasm is more intense than the first, and all I can do is yell, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” as I come all over his cock.

I start to get extremely sensitive, and I’m nervous he’ll continue at this pace, but he slows down and comes right along with me.

After a moment, he slowly pulls himself out and starts untying my legs. “Fuck baby, you’re so hot when you come like that.”

After I’m free, I sit up and stretch my legs.

“Were they too tight?” he asks, looking at my purple-striped legs. Surprisingly, they don’t hurt, but that could be because my body aches all over.

“No, it was kind of nice.”

He gets up off the bed and walks toward a door leading to the bathroom. “Come on, you can shower here.”

He hands me a towel and points me in the direction of his massive tile shower with floor-to-ceiling glass panels andthreeshower heads. I strip off my dress before selecting a shower head and rinsing off.

After my shower, I walk out of the bathroom to find him sitting in a chair by the window, waiting there for me. He hands me my phone. “B tried to call you.”

“She was probably just trying to tell me that she’s heading to her other party.”

“I’ll have my car take you back so you don’t have to ride home alone.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

He grips my chin and kisses my forehead. “But I’m going to because I want to make sure my new plaything gets home safe.”

I know he’s only partially joking, so I roll my eyes and playfully punch him in the shoulder.

On the ride home,I had 20 minutes to think about what all went down tonight. I ended up calling B, and she tried to beg me to go to Daniel’s party, but I’m so ready to crawl into bed. She finally gives it up, but I’m guessing that has less to do with her admitting defeat and more to do with the person calling her name in the background.

Tonight was amazing, and Matt was amazing. In a fairy tale, he would be the bad boy that I change, and he would fall in love with me. But the reality is that Matt was very clear about his intentions, and I have to respect that. I am not about to be a "pick me" girl and pine over something I can't have.

I walk up the stairs to my apartment and am greeted by Pepin at the door. His tail wags and I’m just as happy to see him as he is to see me. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and snuggle into bed, Pep by my side.

I mindlessly scroll on the dating app, mostly swiping left with the occasional swipe right.

“Goodnight, Pepin. I love you.” I plant a kiss on the top of his head, and he nuzzles into me.

Chapter Seven

LOUISA

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