He snaps the cuff on my other wrist and lifts my arms up, securing them on the bed frame. “Now you can’t stop me,” he grins. “Like I could stop you before?!” I say mocking him. “This isn't a power struggle you know,” he says, more serious. “Well theres certainly no point in me struggling right now is there!” I answer, still joking around. He leans in, “Do you want to escape?” “Only if you take me away.” I whisper…

…he kisses me between the legs like he’s kissing my mouth, slipping his tongue inside. I feel his lips suck gently, pulling the piece of jade into his mouth. I’d completely forgotten about it. Harry stops to slip the jade in his jacket pocket. “souvenir” he says, before carrying on.

He works the length of his tongue across me. I groan and pull at my wrists, the metal biting painfully into my skin. Then he slides two fingers in, curling them gently. His tongue connects with my clit, and begins to rub until the sensitive inner firms under his touch. I’m so desperate to take him inside me. “Please?” I moan.

With that, he takes a thin scarf he was wearing and blindfolds me. Suddenly the vision of the chained woman comes back to mind. Her rounded flanks and slim waist, the man pushing into her as everyone watches…Harry squeezes me faster, rubs me harder and suddenly… I’m suspended high on an inhale…my stomach tenses and I can’t breathe or speak or …”Ah!” a first wave of relief. I exhale and breath in, before holding it again. Then, my body begins to pulse with wave after wave of intense delight.

Suddenly Harry’s on-top of me, moving inside and the feeling intensifies. I moan loudly. He rides me desperately and quickly before I feel him come, hear the sigh of relief. He leaves me cuffed and blindfolded for a while. kissing my face, stroking my hair. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, over and over. I wonder if I’m blindfolded to stop me reading his face?

When, eventually, I'm released. He pulls me in to his chest so I can't see him. I’m too tired to think anymore and quickly fall asleep.

At some point in the night Harry rouses me. “I don't want to wake up here,” he says pulling on his clothes. “What?” I croak. What is he on about? I’m utterly exhausted, my body clenches as he flicks on a low light. “Come on, “ he urges and I realise he’s serious.

I get out of bed and pull my dress on. It looks uninviting outside, cold and dark. I start to shiver. Harry puts his jacket round me but it doesn't help. I’m just dog tired, shaking with fatigue. As we head outside, I can hear the party hotting up, whoops and screams...a glass smashing.

I couldn't bear putting my heels on so Harry carries me over the tarmac to a waiting car. Once inside, I curl into the seat, rattling with cold. He pulls me into his lap as the car sets off. I don't know where we’re going, I’m just too tired to ask, or care.

We arrive in an underground carpark and step into a lift. I’m practically sleepwalking by now, clinging to Harry, my face buried in his shoulder. Next thing I know I’m sat on a bed, gratefully pulling on a mans T-shirt. I lie down and Harry spoons behind me. As my shivering slows, I fall asleep again, still enclosed by his body. In the morning, I wake alone.

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I sit up and look round. This must be his place? Its too personal to be a hotel room. I’m surprised he brought me here at all! Naturally I head straight to the bathroom for some much needed damage control, then set off to find him.

Just as you’d imagine, the apartment is unbelievably cool. White, contemporary, clean lines to showcase eccentric paintings and pieces. Theres lots to look at; but I only have eyes for the fruit bowl…I’m starving!

He walks in just as I have a massive mouthful of banana. He’s sweaty, stripped to the waist and wearing weight lifting gloves. My heart leaps! He didn’t just piss off and leave me after-all! He smiles as he sees me. I swallow hard. “Who do I have to screw to get a coffee round here?” I start cheekily.

He walks over, flips the hem of my T-shirt and smacks my bare arse. “Hey girl! this is the real world, not some crazy fantasy! make your own!” He grabs a towel and flicks it towards a machine on the kitchen counter. One of those pod coffee things. Its all a bit space age but I manage it. Just as I lift the cup to my lips, “so…I’ve got to get going soon,” he says apologetically and heads out the kitchen.

This is the part I’ve been dreading. The ending…the beginning maybe? Whatever, I’m sincerely hoping I don't have to do the walk of shame in that dress! Not just a walk either! a ride on the sodding underground!

Out the shower, Harry reads my mind. “Gemma usually leaves some stuff here” he says, leading me to a wardrobe. Sending a prayer of thanks to Gemma, I grab back leggings, a pair of converse, a sweater. I wrap my hair in a top knot and wish I had some sunglasses on me.

“Cute!” Harry smiles and pulls me in for a kiss. My heart is hammering so rapidly I worry he can hear it! He kisses me for a long time, surely he wouldn’t do that if he wasn’t interested in…
“bins,” he says. What? “If you climb over the fence you can jump off the bins on the other side.”

The buzzer sounds, someone at the front door. “Be careful climbing over!” he says guiding me to a fire exit. With one last kiss on the top of my head, he's gone.

I struggle to hold back tears as I step onto a fire escape stair. Jees, I even get kicked out the tradesman entrance! Maybe thats all that happened last night? I simply provided a service?

At the bottom of the stair I notice a large planter filled with tiny succulent plants and green stones. I rush to a high wall and scramble up, straddling the top, I look down…so thats what he meant. I drop down onto one of those industrial bins and begin to walk away, tears already falling.

I don’t remember much about the journey home. Thankfully mum and dad are both out so I can creep upstairs without getting the lecture, I’ll get that that later!

Safely in my room I can cry freely. My body wracks with sobs as I crawl under the duvet, totally broken. I check my phone. A whole stream of missed calls and messages from Mia. The last one reads quite simply, ‘fuck you!’ and thats exactly how I feel. Fucked, used, cast aside.

I squeeze my eyes closed, suddenly the image of the planter swims to mind...green stones...all the girls he's...and I sink straight to the depths as hot tears flow.

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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