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“Get your fucking hand off me,” he shrugged angrily. “You and me, outside. Right now. Leave your buddies behind and fight me like we did when we were kids. I’ll kick your ass now, just like I did then.”

“A ten-year-old repeatedly punching a five-year-old in the face is hardly winning a fight, Macbeth. Besides, you’ve not been able to connect a punch since I was six.

Don’t take this to a level you’re not ready for,” I finally made eye contact then, looking up at him with a small warning.

“Sit down, Macbeth. Or go home and help Mama with the knitting. Either way, make your decision because the men are ready to play.”

“Fuck you and your men.”

“Any takers?” I laughed as I addressed the room. “Macbeth wants to fuck the men.” He stormed out then, muttering something about us getting our comeuppance, but it was drowned out by the noise of the boys taking the piss out of him, calling him feminine and emotional.

At that moment, I felt my phone vibrate against my thigh, and I forced myself to count to ten before I snatched it out of my pocket.

Why was I even lying to myself? I was keen, okay? I’ll admit it. I wanted it to be Rachel texting me.

I opened the message and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets. I felt a warmth creep over my cheekbones, and my cock instantly strained against my trousers.

It was a picture of Rachel on her knees on the bed.

Her arms were raised, one hand clenched in her hair, the other squeezing her tit.

She was completely naked, and between her legs was a black rabbit vibrator.

Her back was arched, her eyes closed in absolute ecstasy.

I could see the black of the dildo, her plump pussy lips wrapped around it.

I pinched my fingers against the screen and almost groaned out loud as I zoomed in and saw the streaks of wetness along the length of the dildo from where she had slid it in and out of herself.

“What’s brought that grin to your face?” Shark asked, grabbing his cards.

“Let’s just say my luck has come in. I hope you’ve brought your wallet, lads; the odds have turned in my favour,” I said, closing down the picture of Rachel – even though my mind screamed at me to do anything but that – and fired off a message back to her.

Naughty girl. I take it this means I’m forgiven?

My phone buzzed again within twenty seconds.

Who says I’m thinking of you?

Nice try, Rachel. But you know better than to think of anyone else. I don’t actually remember giving you permission to fuck yourself.

Fuck your permission.

Despite myself, I grinned at her response. It seemed like my Rachel had the touch of brat within her. I decided to challenge her, to see how far she was willing to take this.

Hey, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if she was mad at me, even if she had the cruellest intentions behind texting me… I was still getting nudes. It was a win as far as I was concerned.

If I can’t be there to watch, I want to at least listen.

I popped my phone on my knee and looked at the poker game for a second, catching up on what was happening.

It took me a moment, as all the blood seemed to be rushing to my cock.

It was so hard it was painful, straining against the zip of my jeans to be free.

“Fuck it. I’m out this round,” I said, tapping the table as my phone buzzed again.

“You pussy bitch,” I heard Vienna say, but it barely registered. I only had one thing on my mind, and that was whatever Rachel had said to me.

I opened the text to see a voice note, and I got up from the table with the pretence of getting more snacks and headed for my jacket to grab my air pods. I slipped them into my ear and pressed play, almost cumming on the spot as Rachel’s moans filled my ear.

Her voice had a seductive tone to it at the best of times, but hearing it now made me genuinely believe she could read the menu of the Chinese takeaway and still get 100,000s of subscribers on Only Fans.

It was as rich as silk and seemed to speak straight to a man's dick.

The breathy hitch, the louder moans, the one gasp of “oh God,” was absolute fucking ecstasy.

I was hoping more for the live show, I sent back, immediately saving that voice note to my phone. To my surprise, Rachel didn’t hesitate. She rang me straight away, and as soon as I pressed answer, I heard her.

She sounded fucking heavenly. I could hear the subtle vibrations of her dildo, the catch in her breath as she rode it. Her moans were mainly breathy, but every few seconds there would be an earthly groan low in her throat as she hit the right spot.

“Dante!” Hacksaw yelled. “Vienna is betting your bike if you don’t get back here in thirty seconds!”

“Fuck you, prick! I told you that in confidence !”

“I’ve stolen everything else from you tonight. May as well take your confidence too!”

“You’re not losing your bike, Dante! My winning streak is coming, I’m telling you. I’ll just pop the keys in the centre here. He won’t mind.”

They could take the fucking skin from my back; I was not pressing hang up on this phone call. The devil himself could have his hounds snapping at my ass ready to drag me to hell, and I’d arrive still clutching this phone.

I heard Rachel laugh down the phone, sending a jolt of arousal straight through my dick, my balls tightening. “Go to the table, Dante. I dare you. Play with your friends whilst I play with you. Let’s see some of that VP composure, Mr Future Leader,” she challenged me.

This was a new one on me. Never had a woman issued me a command, but I was willing to play along. I had a feeling these moods would be few and far between when it came to Rachel, and I wasn’t about to close the door on the first one to come my way.

So I went to the table and did my best to concentrate on the game, but it was difficult when Rachel was whispering sweet nothings down my ear.

“My pussy is so, so wet. Listen to me riding my dildo,” and I knew, just knew, she moved the phone closer as the vibrating got louder. But I could also hear her wet pussy clearer now, and my mouth watered for a taste.

“This feels so good. Oh, God… yes,” she breathed.

Her moaning increased, her breathing coming faster, and I knew she was getting close.

Stop , I quickly fired off to her in a text. Don’t you dare cum yet.

The vibration stopped, and I sent her a text calling her a good girl. My phone pinged with a message, and it was Rachel with the dildo in her mouth, looking up at the camera the same way she would look up at me if it was my dick in her mouth.

I made a mess, but I don’t mind cleaning it.

My fist clenched and banged against my knee under the table. I threw a random card into the mix, ignoring the mocking as I lost another round and the hundreds I had won earlier began to dwindle away. They could take the entire lot from my bank for all I cared round about right now.

“Losing, Dante?” the minx breathed down my ear. “I’m on my back now, my legs spread so wide. Shall I fuck myself again, Dante? Shall I take this dildo and slide it inside my wet pussy?”

Yes.

“As you wish,” she giggled, followed by a sharp intake of breath. I could picture her laid on the bed, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, her perfect pussy growing pink and plump with arousal, glistening under the light, waiting for my tongue finish what she started.

Tell me what you’re thinking about. I text her, desperate to know what her fantasy was right now, my ego needing to hear the words.

“I’m thinking of being all alone in this strange house.

How anyone could have their wicked way with me, especially since I have guards on my doors preventing me from leaving.

But I’m not alone. I can sense him here with me.

I can always sense him before I see him.

There’s a knock at my window, and a man climbs through, dressed in black, a mask covering his face.

I recognise his build, I know him, and I’m not scared.

He comes over to me and places his hand over my mouth and tells me I belong to him, that he wants me as his old lady. ”

Cute spin she put on our story, but at least she had proven me right. She was submissive. Even her fantasies proved that. She wanted to be dominated, to be taken. Possibly even a little of consensual non consent, and I was more than man for the job.

“The masked man forces me to stand up and to strip for him, his eyes never leaving my body. I do as he says, too scared to do anything else. Not for fear that he’d hurt me, but because I don’t want to disobey him and him leave me – again.” She said pointedly, and I silently took the hint.

“He reaches out, running the back of his hand down the length of my body, making me quiver with excitement. Oh god,” she moaned, and I could picture her with her head thrown back, her back arching even further.

“He approaches me then, like a predator stalking its prey. He circles around the back of me and pulls me against him. His body feels strange, but familiar. I feel like I know him, but there’s doubt there.

He peels his mask off and dangles it in front of my face before dropping it to the carpet.

I could turn around and see him if I wanted to, but I don’t want to break the fantasy.

I hear him unzip his trousers, and his cock springs free, hard against my spine.

His hand slips between my legs and finds my clit, squeezing it between his fingers before he slides his fingers inside me. One, then two,” she breathed harder.

“He tries for a third, but my pussy tenses around him and he uses his other hand to grab my thigh and lift my leg off the ground, widening me for him as he slips the third finger inside. Fucking hell,” she groaned, and I hear shuffling as she picks up the speed.

“His arms are the only thing supporting me as his fingers relentlessly slide in and out of me, curling to find that one spot that will make me weak and helpless. I can feel my orgasm building, but I don’t want to cum without seeing him.

I twist around, and immediately cum all over his fingers.

I knew it was him. I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

All those stares, the sneaking into my room…

Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she nearly screamed.

“It was him; his fingers were inside me, making me cum harder than before. Oh god, Malfoy. Fuck, yes.”

The blood rushed out of my face, out of my dick, and pooled into cement at my feet at the mention of Noobs’ name – or at least what she called Noob. She was still in my ear, still screaming that bastard’s name, still screaming yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck God, yes.

The anger that rose through me was a burning heat, scorching me from the inside out. Angry puffs of air flared my nostrils, my fists clenched so hard I lost all feeling in my fingers.

And still she wouldn’t give up. She was still screaming from her orgasm, and I could feel my phone pinging as she sent me picture after picture. She was doing small, breathy laughs of disbelief, telling me she had never felt anything this good before.

I could hear the lads asking what was wrong, but I couldn’t speak. I had never felt such burning anger. If I opened my mouth and let it free, I’d be bursting the dam, and I’d kill every cunt here, whether they deserved it or not.

Rachel was screaming that she was going to cum again, followed by more of his name.

I was going to kill her. I was going to fucking kill her.

I hung up the phone and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

I was going to fucking kill her.