The Space Between Us.

🔞 18+ | Mature Content
This piece contains sexual content and is intended for adult readers.

It’s been weeks since we saw each other last, snatching an hour here or there whenever we got the chance. To everyone else, we were just friends… But in private, in those hours when he was just mine, it was explosive.

I chose my outfit carefully. We’d be surrounded for most of the night, and I can’t give myself away. I know how he likes to play with his food before he devours it!

I step into my little black dress and pull it over my hips, the soft fabric gliding over the tops of my stockings, hugging the black silk satin of my bra and panties to me. I leave my hair loose, if nothing more than for something for my hands to play with, when all I want to do is play with him!

As I put the finishing touches to my outfit, a spritz of perfume and a pair of black suede boots… my mobile chirps with a message from him.

“Check under the passenger seat of your car. Wear it tonight… I have the other half. xxx”

I chuckle to myself; he is always making me do daft things. Funky glasses, Hawaiian leis, neon headbands… but why would he hide it? I race downstairs to my car and fling open the door; I climb inside and move the seat back as far as it will go. A glossy red gift bag sparkles in the setting sun, and a little envelope with my name in his lazy scrawl.

I slip out the little card…

“Be a good girl, obey your master!”

A throb of excitement pulses through me, sliding a sleek black box from the gift bag. As I lift the lid, the empty space where a remote should be houses another little note…

“I’m in control this evening!”

I slide the box open fully and remove the pink silicon love egg. My eyes grow larger as I take it in my hand, a wicked smile flickering across my face… If he thinks I won’t play his games, he was sadly mistaken. I glance around the street, checking I can’t be seen. I part my legs and inch my panties to the side—from reading his note, I’m already wet. I ease the egg inside me and tuck the tapered end between my swollen lips; it nestles perfectly against my clitoris. I let my fingers linger a little longer, desperate to feel that first jolt of control. I re-adjust my outfit and lock up the car. Being late is a sure-fire way to get him riled up, but I want my torture delivered slowly.

I grab my coat from the banister and bend to pick my handbag up from the floor… The tapered end of the love egg flicks across my clitoris. A faint “Oh” escapes me as a delicious warmth floods through my body. I pull myself back into the room. He hasn’t even started yet, and already I’m ready to give in.

I lock up the house as the taxi pulls into the driveway. The cabbie gives me a quick once-over as I approach the car, and I wonder if he knows. I confirm with the driver where I’m meeting you, and he drives on in silence. I fidget in my seat. Even knowing I am wearing ‘our little secret’ makes me feel deliciously naughty. I’m aware of every moment my body makes, how many breaths I’m taking… The way my leg would usually bounce in anticipation has vanished, in fear I won’t be able to contain my pleasure before I see you.

We arrive at the hotel. I pay the driver and half-strut, half-stumble toward the reception. The concierge informs me that you are at our ‘usual table’ and escorts me through the restaurant. You stand from your seat to greet me, your arm snakes around my waist as you murmur your appreciation of my outfit. Your lips find mine to signal your hello and, with three quick pulses from the remote in your hand, I am the puppet and you are my master…

You step back to survey me as I struggle to stay in the room. Your bold gaze bores into me, defying me to let the room know my filthy secret. I reach for my chair, needing something else to take the weight of this need.

You choose the seat beside me. I look at you, confused. Who has dinner side by side? As I open my mouth to ask the question, the waiter appears, followed by my best friend and yours. He hands them a menu, and they join us. Immediately, animated chat breaks out between the two of them, bickering over the wine list. Your fingers draw slow, lazy circles on the inside of my thigh in an attempt to calm me. The low thrum of our torturous secret keeps me from the conversation; I want your fingers to dance their way inside my underwear and inside me.

I excuse myself from the table, needing the safety of being alone so I can release the moan of pleasure that’s building inside me. I reach the bathroom. The cool marble of the vanity unit does little to assuage my ‘fever’. The door opens behind me as you enter. You click it locked behind you. No words are exchanged as you close the distance between us. In one deft movement, my dress is hitched above my hips, your tongue is hungrily searching mine, and your fingers are teasing the quivering toy from inside me.

Your hands cup my buttocks and lift me onto the vanity. I fumble with your belt buckle, eager to free my prize. You slap my hand away in admonishment… “Patience!” you growl.

You trail a line of kisses down my throat. You let the straps of my dress fall from my shoulders. You tug at the material that is no longer keeping my breasts encased, skating your teeth over the soft, pillowy mounds before gently biting on each of my nipples.

Your mouth finds mine again, more fervently this time. With every breath you steal from my lungs, you inch me toward the edge of the counter. I’m begging for you to be inside me, filling me, owning me! A wickedness dances about your eyes as you kneel before me and plunge your tongue into the swollen folds of my pussy. I can’t help but moan your name as you lose yourself in me. I grip the counter as I ride your face, needing to give you everything, every last drop.

Your mobile bleeps from your suit pocket… With a groan of injustice, you get to your feet, wearing my excitement all over your face. “Our friends have grown impatient. Times up.” You pocket ‘our secret’ and my panties, clean your face and say… “See you at the table.” You smirk, unlock the bathroom door and leave.

My heart is still racing, my face and neck are flushed, and I can still feel you between my thighs. I run my wrists under the cool water and grab some wipes from my handbag. I smooth out my dress, straighten my hair and join you back at our table.

“Where the hell were the two of you? We ordered our usual!”

I was happy for the small reprieve. I wasn’t prepared to explain that I’d just been eaten to within an inch of my life and that I was no longer wearing my underwear…

Some secrets are much more fun when they’re shared by only two people…

If you enjoyed this little taste of the forbidden, there’s another story where keeping things secret gets a little complicated.

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Thank you for reading.
— Shannon x