Oh my.

I stared at the ceiling, still trying to catch my breath. It was near dawn when we were finally finished with round three. That had been the marathon round, the long, slow fuck that would leave us both sore in the morning and for days to come.

I’d started out on top that time but by the end I was on my back. That had been a particularly interesting position, with my legs thrown over Slade’s shoulders while he slowly ground his magnificent prick inside me.

And it was magnificent. Perfect. Beyond anything I’d imagined.

Slade had the blue whale of cocks. It was the eighth wonder of the world. It was a freaking skyscraper.

He’d been tireless, one hand gripping my hip while the other had danced lightly over my clitoris, sending me into orgasm after orgasm.

Good lord, the man knew what he was doing.

Finally we’d wound up tangled in the sheets, each feeling like a melted puddle of goo. There hadn't been much talking so far. There hadn't needed to be.

It was the best night of my life.

Too bad it could never happen again.

He was tracing his finger tips over my hip when I caught his eye.

"That was amazing."

He smiled at me tenderly.

"You're amazing Jenny."

"Slade- this was just what I needed. Thank you."

He laughed and kissed my neck.

"You make it sound like I did you a favor."

"You did. But it can never happen again."

"What?"

I’d stroked his cheek softly as my eyelids fluttered shut. I was nearly asleep. He sounded annoyed. I felt him sit up in bed beside me.

But it didn’t matter. I meant it. I wasn't going to open myself up to a fling with him, no matter how tempting it might be.

I had to protect myself better than that.

"Just this one time. Thanks for making it count…"

Then I rolled over and went to sleep.

* * *

A soft tickling on my nose woke me up a few hours later. I opened my eyes and grimaced. The sun was up. I must have overslept.

I tried to roll over but I couldn't. I stared at the open window, confused. I turned my head and could see Basil happily eating his breakfast through the open bedroom door.

I heard footsteps and then he walked in and sat down.

Slade Kinney was sitting beside me on the bed, fully dressed.

Sipping a cup of coffee.

Meanwhile, I was still naked. And tied up. I tugged on my hands, realizing this wasn’t a prank.

He’d freaking tied me to the damn bed!

"What- what are you doing?"

He smiled at me patiently.

"Waiting for you to wake up."

"I thought you'd be gone by now."

He narrowed his eyes. He looked… annoyed with me. Really annoyed.

"You did? That's interesting. Well, you were wrong."

"Slade- this really isn't my thing. Can you untie me now please?"

He shook his head slowly.

"No, I don't think I can. Not until we have a little talk."

"About what?"

"I don't want just one night. I want you."

"Slade- this is crazy!"

"Is it?"

He started inspecting his fingernails.

"Yes!"

"Are you saying you didn't enjoy last night?"

I had the grace to blush.

"No but-”

“So you did enjoy it?”

“Yes, of course but-”

“I like you Jenny. A lot. I know you like me.”

“I do but-”

He leaned forward and stuffed something in my mouth. My panties. Oh god, it was a pair of my panties. They were clean thankfully, not that it made this any less humiliating

"No 'buts' doll face. It's my turn to talk. And convince you that my way of thinking is best."

He smiled at me and rolled his sleeves up.

“I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”