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She won. Not by a few seconds. By an entire fucking minute.
And who came running after her? Tabby.
Her win didn't surprise me, but the saucy wink she threw at me after the race did. And the ensuing silence. While I didn't need an itinerary with a detailed breakdown, some information would've been helpful.
Not knowing anything put me on edge. Did I misinterpret the eye flutter? Wouldn't be the first time I did. Maybe she had something in her eye.
By the end of the meet and the women's and men's team boarded the bus for the two-hour trip back, I was a hot mess. When my phone pinged with a message from Juni, I nearly wept for joy. Except reading the number "10" and nothing else chucked the short-lived happiness out the window.
At least I kept my composure with an equally simple reply: "Tonight?" Bombarding her with dozens of questions skipping through my mind didn't sound sexy. I had never been so grateful to see a thumbs up icon than the one that popped under my message.
Knowing Juni and I were back on speaking terms alleviated some of my anxiety. But then the excruciatingly long countdown to ten started as soon as I got home. Ever after taking my sweet ass time getting ready, I had two fucking hours to kill.
Two hours to wonder how this sharp-tongue and feisty minx turned me into an emotional wrecking ball. None of the lowest points in any of my past relationships twisted me into a second-guessing idiot.
Even now, after slowly climbing the three flights of stairs and standing nervously outside Juni's apartment door, I'm mentally and physically exhausted. Stupid steps never fail to remind me I'm not in peak physical condition.
I lift my hand to knock when the door swings open and reveals Juni wear a tiny smile and a very flimsy black negligee. The sheerness of the fabric reveals everything I've missed over the past few days.
Just as I open my mouth to say something, Juni's tiny hand shoots out, grabs the front of my jacket, and yanks me inside. My mind turns to mush when she stands on her tiptoes and presses her soft lips to mine.
I'm vaguely aware my hands land on her hips before sliding to her back, pulling her closer. I'm very aware of how her lithe figure leans on me for support as her fingers tangle in my hair.
When she rolls her hips over my steel cock, I groan and pull back slightly. I want nothing more than to strip her of the material covering her body and just love on her. Forget the restraints. The games. I need to show I'm hers.
"Juni," I stutter, only to be shushed by her fingers pressed gently to my lips.
"No talking," she instructs with a devious wink as she grabs my hand.
"But," I protest weakly, following her to the bed.
"No talking," she repeats, her tone firmer. "I promise we'll talk to later."
I nod mutely, halting at the edge of the bed and feeling incredibly turned on by her direct approach.
"The only words I want to hear from you," Juni explains, sliding my coat off. "Are yes, Juni, please , and red . Red being the safe word."
Holy shit. My nerves amp up a notch. Small beads of sweat form on my forehead. My dick begs for attention.
I didn't realize how sexually adventurous Juni was until I discovered black straps with matching black leather restraints tucked neatly under her mattress. I didn't press for specifics, but she mentioned using them once or twice.
Something else she may have used once or twice? About a dozen sex toys, including a few butt plugs, in a nightstand drawer. We've played with a couple vibrators and dildos, and she helped me break in a new cock ring I bought online.
But this is the first time we've used a safe word. I trust her, but I need to earn hers back. I'm willing to be at her mercy, accepting any pleasure she'll give me.
I'm fairly confident I won't need to use it.
Red red red red red, the pansy in me chants hysterically while waving a white flag in surrender.
Don't say it , my ego warns. Stop being a pussy.
But I am a pussy. I've always been comfortable enough with my body to walk around shirtless whether I'm in public or the privacy of my home. Juni has seen me naked plenty of times, but being nude in a starfish position is different. Totally different.
I'm not ashamed of my nudity, but taking away my ability to cover myself leaves me feeling vulnerable.
And right now, I'm ready to concede. I don't want to, but I will. Every part of me is frayed with tension but yet so incredibly weak. My dick may be standing tall, but it's dying for a release. It's ready to hibernate.
Juni has been expertly edging me all fucking night. I hate how much I love it. To feel her touch. To be so close to paradise only to have it yanked away from me. Not once. Not twice, but three fucking times.
At one point, she lowered herself onto me, and I was ready to watch her ride. Except she didn't. She slowly paged through a small book called BDSM for Beginners . I tried to remember some passages she read out loud when she said "good students would be rewarded." But her snug, wet fit around my cock distracted me.
Anytime I bucked my hips up to remind her of my presence, she frowned and tsked at me as if I disappointed her. Fortunately, several minutes later, she tossed the book aside and rode me until stars almost appeared before me. Then she quickly dismounted me and praised me for being a "good boy."
I wanted to cry.
And now? I'm putty in her hands. Maybe it's my pent-up frustration for release. Maybe it's all the teasing. Maybe because I'll do anything for her. As soon as she wraps her hands around my steel cock, I know I won't last long.
"Juni, please," I beg, hoping she understands the underlying message of my need for release.
“Let go, Dash,” she demands, her grip grows tighter and faster.
The moment Juni runs a fingernail over my pebbled nipple, I erupt in her hand and groan with sweet relief. I happily surrender to the euphoric high, too dazed to feel embarrassed about exploding like a horny teenager.
My eyes drift shut as my body continues to bask in the afterglow. My mind clocks Juni moving around and realizes she needs to be worshiped. Except I'm one hundred percent drained, on the verge of passing out. And maybe crying like a newborn.
Even when I feel Juni releasing the restraints, I don't move or open my eyes. I am hopelessly content to stay like this for an undetermined amount of time.
A gratified sigh escapes my lips when I feel a warm, damp washcloth gently glide over my sweaty body. Sleep continues to whisper sweet thoughts as I feel Juni's fingers massage my wrists and ankles. I honestly don't know if they're even sore or need care, but I love she's taking care of me. Even when I don't deserve it.
"Juni," I moan, demanding my tired body man up and ravish her.
"Shhhh." I feel her soft lips against my forehead. "Go to sleep, baby."
I don't want to sleep. I want to take care of my girl. I want to give her the most epic orgasms. I just need five minutes of rest, and then I'll love on her.
The soft rhythmic sound of a paintbrush swishing across a canvas tells me the night is too young for Juni to join me in bed.
If it's too early for her, it's too early for me, I decide, nestling under the bed's comforter to speed my recovery. Because as soon as she puts down the paintbrush, I'll be all over her.
I scrunch my face in protest at the warmth creeping along my skin. My closed eyes squint tighter against the slivers of light peeking through the darkness.
As my body shakes off the sleep, I groan loudly at the tightness and soreness in my limbs. Who knew being restrained would be a good workout?
Disappointment tugs at my conscience as I hear birds singing happily outside. I completely passed out, missing my chance to please Juni. Judging from the silence and the slight chill next to me, I know she's slipped out for the day. Probably on campus.
After yawning and scrubbing a hand down my face, I roll over onto my stomach with a groan and spot my phone on the nightstand. Happiness fills me when I notice a bottle of water with a small sticky note and a protein bar next to it. My fingers grab the paper, and my grin grows wider after reading the short handwritten note.
Need a new reason to win the last race of the season. See you at practice. ~ Juni