Ellie squirmed on his lap, against his hard cock, as he plucked at her already sensitive nipples, and Michael bit down on her shoulder again, holding her in place as she panted and whined. But as much as he wanted to lift her up and bend her over the table, that wasn’t going to happen. They had the nasty, hot sex down. Now they were going to work on everything else.
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Nipples throbbing, pussy aching, Ellie felt flush and not nearly as unsettled as she’d expected to. She’d planned on powering through what she’d written, but once she’d gotten started it had been harder than she’d thought it would be… until Michael had put her on his lap and begun playing with her. Distracting her. Giving her something else to focus on other than her shame and embarrassment.
Now all she wanted was him.
But he was sliding his hands away from her breasts and pussy, pulling her shirt back down.
Ellie squirmed back against his hard cock.
“Uh uh, sweetheart,” he said, pulling her off of his lap. But he placed her on the inside of the booth, not the outside where she’d originally been sitting, so her swift sense of rejection followed by the need to run didn’t get her anywhere because there was no easy exit. And he’d said he’d chase her anyway… Warmth suffused her, chasing away the rejection. “Naughty subbies who try to push away their Doms don’t get easy orgasms.”
His tone of voice was easy, almost teasing, but his eyes were serious.
“I’m sorry,” she said, slumping slightly again. “I really don’t know what I was thinking. I just… I panicked and-”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, taking her hand in his. The usual sense of calm swamped her as his thumb swept over the back of her hand. “I’ve seen you struggling, but since now I know how much you want me -” The cocky grin he flashed her made her want to smack him - “we’re going to be amending our club contract. No more running. You can ask for space when you need it, but we’re going to work through this together, okay?”
She nodded, even as her stomach twisted at the thought. But it was worth trying for. As Kate had told her - no one was normal, so she shouldn’t bother trying to have a ‘normal’ relationship, she should just have a relationship with Michael, whatever that turned out to look like. “Okay. So now what?”
‘Now what’ turned out to be him packing up his things and taking her home with him.
Not for sexy times. Nope. Far worse.
They cuddled on his couch and watchedThe Princess Bride. Michael stroked her hair. Made dinner for her. Massaged her feet. And every time she started to pull away emotionally, every time she started to go into her head, he’d pull her over his lap, swat her ass just enough to get her excited, but not enough to give her any real pleasure, and then put her back in the position she’d previously occupied and go right back to doing whatever they were doing, whether it was rubbing her feet or just having a conversation.
She did not sleep over.
But she kind of wished he’d asked her to.
Chapter 20
“Is it possible for women to get blue balls? Because I’m pretty sure I have lady blue balls,” Ellie whined to Sharon, pressing her thighs together underneath the table they were sitting at. The music at the club and the conversations going on around them were enough to keep most people from overhearing her comment, unless they were really determined to listen in. Despite her whining, Ellie was in pretty high spirits. She was just also really, really horny.
“Blue labia?” Sharon mused rather than sympathizing, the way Ellie wanted her to. “Blue clitoris?”
Ellie pouted. Sharon grinned and poked her. Ellie poked her back.
Michael was there before it could turn into a poking war, pulling Ellie away from Sharon and onto his lap, where Sharon wouldn’t dare to poke her. Nor Ellie poke Sharon, for that matter. The plug in Ellie’s ass shifted, heating her lower body even more.
“Bad subbies,” he said, his tone wry, although he was definitely amused. Ellie giggled.
In the past two weeks, she’d opened up more than she’d ever thought possible… she hadn’t even realized how much she’d held back or withdrawn when hanging out with her friends until they’d all started calling her on it. She’d even started asking them to come over and hang out with her at her place. Angel and Leigh had come over for dinner last week and Sharon and Kate this past week. The others hadn’t been able to make it, but she hadn’t felt bad or rejected… she’d understood they really were just busy. They’d been too pleased to be invited and too sad about missing out for her to believe anything else. This morning she and Andrew had gone out to breakfast, just the two of them, as friends and he’d been pleased as punch. She’d still worried a bit about what Kate would think, but Andrew had reassured her that Kate was taking the opportunity to spend some time with his sister, and both of them were happy to have him out of the way.
Now, instead of everyone reaching out to her while she remained sheltered but grateful, she was reaching back.
And it was awesome.
She’d already taken the initial steps even before everything had fallen apart - calling Lexie for help with clothes, for advice when she woke up at Michael’s, even trying a club contract with Michael - but then she’d stalled out. Tried to take just a tiny step and then stop. But life, people, didn’t work that way. She couldn’t just stop until she was comfortable and then take another tiny step. Not everything was about her and how she felt about things, she needed to take other people’s feelings into consideration too.
Considering how surprised and happy her friends had been to get something as simple as an invitation to dinner from her, she hadn’t been doing a very good job of it.
And, even though he’d been careful not to talk about his feelings, she hadn’t been doing a very good job of thinking about Michael’s feelings either. Everything had been about how he’d made her feel or how she’d worried he’d make her feel. She’d always assumed he’d be just fine without her, but according to club gossip - which was frighteningly reliable - he’d been a bit of a mess.
It felt strange and a little scary to have responsibility over someone else’s feelings, but good too. Like she was taking another step into the ‘normal’ relationships she wanted (even if she really shouldn’t be thinking of them that way). And she’d upped her visits with Dr. Amy to once a week while she worked through things. Michael was even going with her to her next visit, just so Dr. Amy could meet him and all three of them could talk about things.
“You are turning into a handful, pretty girl,” Michael said, chuckling. He’d started calling her ‘pretty girl’ lately, almost like a play on Angel calling him ‘pretty boy’, like they belonged together – although, so far, Ellie hadn’t dared to call him pretty boy.
