The Loophole

"What kind of thought?" I ask cautiously, my hand involuntarily tightening around his cock as I feel butterflies flutter in my belly, "What did you see?"

"You really expect me to just come out and say it?" he says, walking me back and closer to isolated, "You really thought I wouldn't see?"

I can't for the life of me know what he's talking about. I can't think of anything, but the tone of his voice and his words seem to say that whatever it is, I'm responsible for it.

As if I brought it, but I didn't bring anything to this.

"The time," I say, panicking and searching for a way out, "We should really be getting back."

He shakes his head, turning his wrist and showing me the watch.

Fuck, how is that even possible? How do we still have so much time?

"Well what is it then?" I ask.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," he reassures me, falsely, "I'm not going to break your one rule. I know where I can and cannot go and you said it, right? I can't have your pussy, but I can have all of the rest of you."

Cautiously I nod. I don't know what he's saying. I don't know what he means.

"And that was a hint, wasn't it?" he goes on, "All of this was a hint. Your cruel words. Your refusals. It was all a game to twist up my head and get me confuesed but I fucked it all up and I'm sorry for that.

"Because the truth was that all along the plan was to point me in a direction. To a destination. And I'm excited. Oh god, Emily. I'm so fucking excited."

"I don't know what you think is-" I start, but he cuts me off with a kiss.

Dragging me to him and pushing himself against me and crushing out my words, leaving me tingling as he pushes me away and I fall back against the wall gasping while he reaches down and plucks something from the bag.

From my bag.

Something that I can't make out.

"Baby if you wanted me to do this for you, you could have just asked. If you wanted it this way first, I understand. Got to keep up the pretense, right? Got to be a good girl?"

He spins me around and steps in behind me, one hand flat on the wall beside my head while the other sets whatever he took from the bag on top of a bin to the side before he moves that hand to my ass, squeezing the right cheek while his thumb dips down between.

I turn to look at the item on top of the bin and see that it's lube. And just then I feel the tip of his thumb find my asshole and start to work it's way inside and that's when I put it all together.

"If you wanted me to fuck you in the ass, you could have just asked."

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