The Ultimate Erotica Collection: 3 Books in 1 - Destined to Play, The Silver Chain, Run to You. Primula Bond

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СКАЧАТЬ that is a lot for a blind woman to absorb.’ The power of his words creates insightful paths that branch through my mind and pound in my head as I try to assimilate too many thoughts and emotions at once.

      Could it be true? Do I love it? The unknown? The unexpected?

      What does he mean by freedom? He keeps using this word …

      Does he honestly believe we are destined to be this way?

      I feel like he is reading me like a book this weekend, coherently, thoughtfully, cleverly and at whatever speed he chooses.

      ‘And rest assured, my dearest Alexa, the promise still stands from last night, and I am still counting.’

      ‘Sorry?’ I say, distracted by the sudden change in topic, still lost in the previous conversation. He repeats his statement.

      ‘I’m sure you remember only too well that I’m an excellent statistician!’ His tone is fully loaded with innuendo.

      ‘Yes, of course, Jeremy, how could I ever forget!’ My response equally loaded. I do remember only too well. The memory makes me squirm in my seat — initially uncomfortable, but amazing recollections.

      ‘What a classic night. One of my sweetest victories and ultimately one of our greatest discoveries about your incredible body …’ Jeremy’s voice trails off as we reminisce and I return to that time in our lives.

       There has always been rivalry between us at uni as to who is best at what subjects and we often place bets with each other. Jeremy and I are both taking an elective Quantitative Methods course and had made a bet —whoever topped the class could choose one thing that the other had to go along with for the night, without complaint. I agreeably shook hands and had thoughts of Jeremy cleaning my apartment naked, preparing dinner, giving me a massage and generally being at my beck and call. Yes, I thought, this is an excellent idea for a bet, even more so because I had topped the class in all of our assignments. It never really occurred to me that I wouldn’t win; after all, it wasn’t his area of expertise.

       The marks are finally announced: Jeremy scored half a mark more than me because he provided a more complete explanation for the final question. I head straight to Professor Jarlsberg’s office to go through the exam paper with him question by question. Annoyingly, although understandably, Jeremy accompanies me, unable and unwilling to hide the grin that looked far too big and wide for his face. No amount of argument or protest will convince the Professor to either increase my paper half a mark, or reduce Jeremy’s, though heaven knows I try. Jeremy’s smirk seems to double in size, if that were possible.

       ‘Not a word,’ I said harshly, waving my finger at him before storming off. Jeremy didn’t say a word, but his face spoke volumes.

       I deliberately avoid him for the rest of the day, or else he wisely leaves me alone. We cross paths later that evening at our friend’s birthday drinks at a swanky gay bar just off Oxford Street in the city. I have calmed down and am not as devastated by my loss. An hour or so later, when we are all in a group talking, he whispers in my ear.

       ‘I think I’ll take my winnings now.’

       ‘Pardon, what did you say?’

       He repeats his words.

       ‘Right here, now?’ I question.

       I am a little embarrassed about my earlier behaviour as I’m not usually such a bad loser, but then again, I don’t usually lose that often.

       ‘Sure, what can I do for you? Buy you a drink?’ I start off toward the bar. He quickly hooks his arm around my waist and whisks me around in the other direction.

       ‘This way. Follow me.’ I pause, a little confused as to where we are going. It would be rude to leave without saying goodbye and besides, I haven’t been there long and was having fun with my friends. He senses my hesitation.

       ‘Now!’ His grip tightens as he steers me firmly toward the stairs.

       ‘What are you —?’

       He raises his fingers to my lips, silencing me as we continue downwards. I never even knew this area existed in this bar. He opens one of the extra-large doors to the Unisex toilets, guiding me in before him, closing the door behind us and ensuring it is securely locked. It’s as if we are in a vault. On one wall there is a framed ceiling to floor mirror, otherwise the whole area is carpeted, floors, walls and ceiling. It looks and feels rather luxurious, particularly when you consider its rudimentary purpose.

       ‘Helps buffer the noise,’ he says by way of explanation as my eyes gaze around the room.

       ‘From outside or from within?’

       He raises one eyebrow and gives me a quirky smile. ‘Hmmm … good question.’ Oh dear, what does he have in mind?

       ‘Do you need to go?’ His question surprises me as he indicates the toilet.

       ‘Oh … No! And certainly not with you in here.’ I sound indignant.

       He washes his hands with warm water and carefully dries them.

       ‘For goodness’ sake, Jeremy, what is all this about?’

       ‘Me winning, you los—’ He stops himself short. ‘You, let’s say, not winning.’

       I give him an exasperated sigh and roll my eyes. His eyes darken as he steps toward me.

       ‘Tell me what the condition of our bet was, Alexa.’

       Oh, here we go … ‘“Without complaint”, Jeremy.’

       ‘Good, I’m pleased you remember. Turn around and place both your hands on the mirror and above your head.’

       ‘What?’ He turns me around, so I’m facing myself in the mirror, with him standing directly behind me. Even with my killer heels on he is taller than me.

       ‘Now!’ He impatiently grabs my hands.

       ‘Alright, alright.’ I sense that this is going to be a very long night.

       I do as he asks and wiggle my butt back to where he is standing to lighten his mood. I can feel his erection swelling behind me. Ah, Jeremy, you are very turned on by this! We both let out a small, amused laugh as we catch our reflection in each other’s eyes. His eyes are burning with excitement and arousal.

       He hitches up my skirt around my waist and pulls my knickers down to my ankles, waiting for me to step out of them. I give him a resigned sigh and lift my left foot. He ensures my legs are spaced wide apart.

       ‘Thank you,’ he says politely, as if offering me a chair to sit down.

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