It's the first Friday in October, and I sit in front of my dressing table, with my hair in rollers, rechecking my phone for the umpteenth time today before tossing it away in annoyance. My calls and texts haven't been returned by Justin in several months. Still, I'd hoped that today would be different with it being my birthday. Selena is also ignoring my attempts to apologise and my offering of the hand of friendship. I knew at some point that she would grow to dislike me, so I should have pushed her away sooner to make the rejection easier, but I didn't imagine I'd feel her absence this keenly.

The door swings wide as I begin applying my favourite, iconic red, Dior lipstick, and powerful arms wrap around me from behind. Distracted by the passionate, tender kisses landing in a flurry over the back of my neck, I drop it to the ground, but it's of little consequence. Since the early hours of this morning, I haven't seen him, and his affection is needed to fill the widening gap in my heart.

"You look ravishing tonight, Dollie. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off you," my love growls in my ear, before nipping me.

"I'm so glad you approve, Daddy," I say, smiling meekly in the mirror. "It isn't too much for you?"

"Not at all, although I'm a little concerned that I might have trouble with getting jealous. Whatever will I do if you receive too much attention? Perhaps I shouldn't let you come with me tonight?"

I pout, dissatisfied at the notion of remaining in my room whilst he drinks and potentially fucks someone else. I'd finally finished my community service today, which had been rather dull work of clearing up rubbish along the canal, removing graffiti and painting fences. It's also my twentieth birthday, and I'd spent several hours preening. I'm not prepared to have a boring night on my lonesome in a mood like this.

"Please don't leave me alone tonight, Daddy? I won't leave your sight if you wish."

"Dollie was meant to be kept between us? I'm not entirely sure if I'm ready to reveal our secret yet," he says, a hint of a smirk at his mouth. "Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

Could this be a birthday present? Eagerly I squeeze my eyes shut, then put my hands out, ready for whatever it could be, feeling a faint glimmer of joy. I have never received a birthday present from a lover before. What I'm not expecting is to have a hanger handed to me. Opening my eyes, I see a corseted, ragdoll costume in black and purple with a frilled, tulle tutu, knee-high striped stockings and a bow headband. It's different from the usual pastel colours of my other outfits, but he's decided to hold his Halloween theme tonight with him planning a bonfire for next month. I don't think this is a gift.

"It's wonderful, Daddy," I say, beaming despite my disappointment.

"Do you not like it? Put it on, and I'll do up the back."

It is a beautiful corset, and with him helping by tightening the laces, I watch in wonderment in the mirror as my figure changes, although I can't see myself wearing one of these very often, with how constricted my chest feels. The short, sheer, skirt, however, is divine against my bare arse and cock, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to control myself if it brushes against me too much.

"Mm, you look amazing," he says, lowering his voice and stroking my collarbone with his index finger. "Now, I want you to wear the black, backless panties tonight so I have full access to that gorgeous, tight pussy of yours. Spin around so I can fully appreciate this."

Slowly, I rotate for him, like a jewelry box ballerina, knowing that he's relishing the view of my barely concealed body. This isn't about him humiliating me, and I don't feel embarrassed in the slightest, in fact, I like being adored like this when I'm Dollie. I'm hopeful that tonight will lead to an evening of us exploring each other's bodies, with no-one else getting between us.

"Something is missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it," he says, his eyes musing over me. "Hmm, close your eyes again."

This time when I place my palms outwards, a weighty box is presented to me. On opening my eyes, I discover a metallic pink, gift-wrapped parcel and my heart begins thumping in excitement. He hadn't forgotten after all.

"What is it?"

"Just open it..."

His expression becomes smug as I tear off the wrapping paper, and I find a pair of patent black, court heels with a four-inch stiletto and lockable cuff. Wasting no time, I slip my feet into them, and instantly the warmth of happiness comes over me, followed by dirty thoughts. Self-pleasure is against the rules, but the punishment would be worth it if I had the chance.

"These are perfect, Daddy!" I say, as he fastens the cuff around my ankle and pockets the key.

"And this stops you doing naughty things with them. Now bend over for me."

I'm suspicious, but I spread my legs and lean forward until my hands wrap around my ankles with ease, showing off my flexibility. A lubricated thumb strokes down the cleft of my arse, then violates me, spreading me open to be instantly replaced by a cool, unyielding buttplug.

"Daddy? What are you doing to me?" I ask, trembling wildly in anticipation.

"I want you to wear this until I remove it. I want your pussy eager to be filled by my cock tonight. Right, my sweet. I need to finish getting changed, but I will be back shortly," he says, pecking me on my rouged cheek.

Alone again, I face the mirror and remove the lipstick I'd put on with a wipe, no longer feeling it. As I reach out for the black I'd ordered on a whim, I stop to pick up Rebekah's cuddly zebra instead and stroke it in my lap for comfort. Liam had promised to help me find her, and despite his glaringly obvious deficits at being a father to his own child, he supported my decision to be one for mine. After much soul-searching, and being abandoned by everyone else, I decided I didn't have much to lose by renewing our contract for another six months. It's not like anyone is missing me.

With a determination to be pleasing for him, I sweep on the black lippy, darken my eye makeup then remove my curlers, just in time for the rapt on my door indicating he is ready. With a backward glance at my reflection, I tease my fingers through my hair, put on my bow then slip the lipstick down my corset. I will make every effort to enjoy my birthday, despite no longer having my best friend to spend it with. We've both changed, and it's pointless getting stuck on the past.

I open the door to find him dressed as a king, with a blue, crushed velvet tunic, brown leather boots and a red cape, trimmed with what I hope is faux fur. The golden crown sitting upon his head completes his magnificence, and I'm taken aback as he extends his hand for mine, then gently plants a kiss on the back of it.

"You look very handsome, Daddy," I blush.

"Don't I always?" he grins, then offers me a jumbo, black and white swirled lollipop in his other hand. "Now, I want you to be silent until you finish this. I have something to attend to tonight."

Puzzled by what I've done wrong to deserve an order so horrific, I remove the wrapping, and tentatively lick it. Thankfully it's peppermint, and not as saccharine as I feared, so I've dodged a bullet for now. However, this flags up a mistake I'd made in the contract negotiations by not stipulating a veto on sweet food. 

Courteously, he guides me towards the staircase, keeping me upright whilst I teeter beside him in my heels. I expected I'd feel nervous about revealing this side of me, but as we descend, hand resting in the crook of his elbow, my heart is fluttering more about him being so close to me I can hear his breath. The heady fragrance of his masculine aftershave is incredibly tempting too that I wouldn't mind if he raised up my skirt right now and shafted me against the banister to onlookers. Instead, he is acting perfectly gentlemanly, arousing my suspicion, especially with me having to keep my mouth shut.

When we enter, the room turns quiet, but I smile politely as we glide past his guests, towards James, dressed like Hugh Hefner with a playboy bunny beside him.

"I didn't expect to see Dollie here? Are you quite sure you want to do this tonight, Liam?" he says, raking his eyes over me.

"It's as good a time as any other. Now, where are your manners, James?"

Reluctantly, he leans forward to kiss my cheek, and I marvel at the softness of his lips on my skin. I have never had physical contact with James before, and until this moment, I'd never paid any attention to him sexually. I think I may be blushing as I glimpse up at him under my lashes and compare similarities between him and his brother. I know with him not being attracted to men, I shouldn't be thinking it but is he as well endowed as his brother, Will?

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," a woman's voice calls out across the room, dripping with derision. "I'm surprised you've dared to show your face again. I suppose they let all sorts come here now."

"This should be fun," Liam smirks, nudging me in the arm.

I keep my head down, wondering why anyone would dare to start an argument under my Master's roof, but a hand grips me on the shoulder.

"I was talking to you, Charlotte!"

What the hell?

Spinning around, I come face to face with Claudia, dressed up in a red, latex catsuit with gorgeous, matching platform heels, and devil horns. She looks spectacular with her cleavage spilling out of the top, but I'm not sexually attracted to her. Instead, I'm more in admiration for the effort she always puts in, with it taking me three hours to get glammed up myself.

Claudia's face turns scarlet as she realises her error, and her eyes travel down to see that I am flat-chested, unlike my ex-mistress, although my cock is snuggly tucked into my racy knickers, out of view. I suppose from behind, we could be mistaken for each other with the heels, similar hair colour and this outfit on. I think this is the reason why I'm drawn towards lighter colours and delicacy.

Raucous laughter from my Master next to me, rings out, echoing around the sparse room. Our awkward exchange is clearly entertaining for someone at least.

"Hmm, now that you've pointed it out, there is a definite similarity. I suppose I cannot deny that I haven't secretly harboured an attraction to that woman."

Claudia still appears mortified at her mistake, and snatches a glass from the nearest tray, before turning to speak to Robert. I would like to say that I'm not offended, but I haven't finished the lolly, I've been weirdly tasked with eating.

Bored, by standing around with little to do and no-one to talk to, I lean into my protector, and rest my head against his shoulder whilst he converses with James, but then a sudden buzzing starts within me. Unable to speak, I glance up at Daddy for an explanation, needing to know why this would happen now in all places, and a smirk twitches on his lips.

"What is it, my dear?" he says, feigning ignorance. "Are you feeling okay? Do you need to lie down?"

The vibrations deep within my arse ramp up, becoming faintly audible to my horror.

"Daddy... Why are you doing this?" I mouth.

"Doing what? This?" he says, grinning as it vibrates harder.

An arm coils around, drawing me close against his body so I can feel the taut muscles of his figure, and warmth engulfs me. I glance down to his other hand, and a small grey remote is clutched within it, with several buttons displayed. With a click, the plug now pulses rhythmically against my prostate, and I gasp against his shoulder, feeling my underwear become wetter. I'm leaking precum, and shame rises as I realise there is now a loud thrumming emanating from within my orifice.

"Happy birthday, my sweet," he whispers in my ear, releasing me from his embrace as he extends an arm out to shake someone else's. "William, I wasn't sure whether to expect you tonight. Good to see you."

"Well, I had nothing better to do, and I heard it was someone's birthday. I'd rather give him a little something in person..." he says, pausing to consider my appearance. "Did you start the fun without me?"

"Perhaps, but hands-off, Will. Dollie is only for me."

"Well, that's a shame. I thought we were partying tonight," he responds, chewing his lip thoughtfully, looking down towards the floor. "It's nice to meet you, Dollie. You seem to be making a mess down your beautiful legs though. Mm, what has you so worked up?"

My legs, already unbalanced with these heels, begin trembling beneath me. An orgasm is imminent, and knowing there is nothing I can do about it, I sink down to my knees. As the speed ramps up I'm forced on to all fours groaning, bare arse now displayed to everyone with my short skirt no longer covering me. I've been fucked publicly, but never in lacy, frilled knickers with a butt plug jammed up my arse.

"Daddy, please? I'm going to cum," I gasp, looking up at their beaming faces, desperately wanting permission to do what I'm powerless to stop.

"Perhaps I can slow it down a bit so we can enjoy this for longer."

The vibrations switch to a pulsating wave, but it feels better, and I moan uncontrollably, with my entire body quivering to the pleasure spreading upwards and out towards my toes. My hand reaches down, lifting up my skirt, and I pull my cock out from my underwear, unable to wait.

"Fuck, Daddy!"

Cum spills over my hand, and spurts onto the floor beneath me, as I sissygasm without permission, entirely humiliated by the situation I've been put in. I don't even have a tissue to clean myself up with.

I attempt to regain my composure and sit back to hide my arse, deeply embarrassed as everyone gawks at me. Then, I lock eyes with Selena approaching with a group of others. I didn't know that she would be here, so swiftly I get to my feet, dismayed that she saw me like this.

The men with her are George, who hasn't bothered to dress up, and a slight man with dark brown hair and black-rimmed glasses wearing a superman costume, who I assume is Noah. Selena herself is dressed in a shimmering green dress, with wings like Tinkerbell, and my eyes trail down to the silver, platform stilettos. As much as I want to look away, I can't help but stare, and my gaze moves to her gorgeous hazel eyes as she stops a mere two meters away. My heart is thumping rapidly, and my hands become clammy as she continues to penetrate me with her narrowed eyes. I think I might be sick.

"Ah, good evening George and Noah," Daddy, says, tossing the controller at me.

Noah smiles warmly as he acknowledges my Master, but his expression is cold towards me, with his hand sliding into Selena's, making it clear that they are dating. I guess I was right to urge her to consider him. They look good together, although I didn't expect it to upset me as much as this to have it flaunted in my face.

I remain quiet as they speak with each other, Selena occasionally piping in as William jokes around, seeming at ease with each other. At some point, Claudia returns appearing as if she is over her earlier mistake with Robert. Painfully, I become aware of how incredibly alone I am, despite being surrounded by so many. I need some space.

Wordlessly, I step away, remove a bottle of champagne from the nearest waitress, and leave towards the play areas, thankful that as Dollie, I have the freedom to do so. I'd rather be lonely in silence than feel snubbed, so I turn left, wander down the corridor leading out towards the garden, and stop to sit down in the alcove of a window to drink from the bottle.

I don't regret making the decision that I did, because she deserves better than me, but it doesn't stop me from missing her. Why does doing the right thing have to make me feel so awful? I should be happy for her, but why did it have to come at the expense of her hating me? Once again, I'm paying for the mistakes of yesterday. How do I stop this cycle? How do I get to that point where I feel like I deserve someone, and I won't let them down? I'm only living aimlessly in the present, held back by my past.

This drink tastes absolutely vile. It's at times like this that I really, fucking hate not having Justin around. Sitting on the roof, talking about utter shit with a pack of beers, fags, and some weed would sort me out.

Footsteps make me aware that I'm not alone, and I raise my head to see my Master. I expect to be chastised, but he wordlessly stands in front of me, pulling me into him and with my head pressed against his thigh, the tears pour out.

"I'm sorry if I've caused a scene. I just need a breather."

"Don't fret about it. James and Will got into a heated debate, so everyone is preoccupied for the time being."

"They don't get along, do they?"

"Nope. I'm often dragged into the middle of their disagreements, so I'm thankful to have a reason to escape," he says, tenderly kissing my hair. "What's wrong, Dollie? Did I push you too far?"

I shake my head.

"I didn't expect to see Selena."

"Oh? I only knew that Noah was bringing a guest with him; otherwise, I would have told you. I didn't think I'd say this, but I suppose I miss her too. It has been quiet with just the two of us..."

He sits beside me, resting his hand on my knee, and I lean into him, inhaling his scent again, comforted by his presence. This gentle side of him is exactly what I need to see, and I sigh in relief that he does care deep down.

"I don't wish that I'd chosen differently, Liam. It's still you that I want. I just wish that she didn't hate me and wanted me as a friend. It's pathetic, but I do care about what everyone thinks of me," I sniff, wiping under my eyes. "And now I've ruined my makeup. How awful do I look?"

"You look perfectly adorable," he smiles. "When I saw you leave, I was afraid you regretted me. I hope you never feel that you've made  mistake, knowing how diffic- "

"Make love to me. Take me here and now and let me forget everyone else, or let me show you how much you mean to me?" I urge, placing down the lollypop. "I need you."

"You sound desperate..."

"Is that so wrong? I want you, Daddy. Please indulge me just a little tonight. Let me touch you..."

With his nod, I close the gap between us, desperately wanting to show that I adore him, and our souls meet in a moment of bared vulnerability and passion. His embrace is so warm, and my body melts against him, opening up to be loved. With the plug removed, I unzip his trousers, tugging them down as our tongues entwine, and his prick quickens in my hand as I climb onto his lap. Rapidly, I caress his shaft, run my fingers over the exposed head, and relish the unrestricted access he is allowing me to his body for the first time in months.

"I love you, Daddy. You are my everything," I sigh as I take him within me, wrapping my arms around his neck, and knocking his crown off with a clatter onto the grey, encaustic tiles.

He may not be the kind of person I envisioned being in love with, but I can't imagine living in this world without him. I want to lose myself, body and soul entirely with him. As long as we get to be together, and I have his affection, everything will be okay. I don't need anyone else.

Gazing into his widened, amorous eyes, while we make love, I unfasten the front of my corset and carefully place my stowed lipstick down. His hands reach out to pinch my pierced nipples, and the sweetness of both pain and pleasure overlaps. Impassioned, I peel off his tunic, then sink my teeth into his shoulder with my painted nails digging into the muscular flesh of his upper back.

"You're feisty tonight?" he says, growling in pain.

 "I just love being your fuck slut, Daddy."

"Mm, well I do love to hear that," he grins, lifting me up, and slamming me against the wall, pressing my thighs open.

His thumb strokes over my bottom lip then slips inside, and eagerly I suck, demonstrating what I'd like to do with his cock, teasing with my tongue, before nipping playfully. I want to recklessly, abandon the rest of society for him and forever be his plaything. Just me, and him with no-one else, perpetually living in the moment, together. I'll never be alone if I pledge a lifetime of servitude.

"Daddy, I will always be yours. I don't need anyone else."

"Well, I think your body was created for me, with it fitting perfectly with mine, so I'll never let you go."

"Maybe, you can just weld my next collar on?"

"Mm, perhaps restraints on your wrists and ankles too? How's that for a thought?" he says, nibbling my neck. "Kept in permanent submission for my pleasure? Gagged, with your limbs chained down, as well as by your nipples, cock, balls, and perhaps an anal hook too?"

"Ah, more... I love it when you talk dirty."

"I can have you squirming helplessly before me, and do anything I want with your body while filming it. Does the idea of that turn you on? Every second of your life will be dedicated to the pursuit of pleasure for as long as you worship me. I can make it happen, so you're writhing in ecstasy, eternally within my playroom."

"Do you promise? I'll do anything for you," I gasp. "Ah, fuck me harder, Daddy!"

"You better hold on to something then."

With my arms bracing myself on the frames of the sash windows, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, deepening his position as he moves in to continue kissing me. Ramming me hard, with his balls slapping against my arse on each thrust, there's little I can do to slow him down, even if I want him to and I cry out lustfully. The noise of the others, reveling in the debauchment of orgies and rough sex around the corner, will be doing little to mask the sound of our grunts and groans as we fuck in this secluded spot.

I'm awestruck by his strength as he tests my endurance and flexibility, both of us urging the other to a peak. I wonder if anyone can see us through the windows from the outside, or if we'll be interrupted by a couple wanting to get frisky in the garden. An audience watching as I'm aggressively pounded, with my body nearly folded in two between his weight and the wall would make this moment perfect.

With our lips meeting, his fingers pinch into my buttocks, and gasping against my lips, his seed is released inside me. His forehead is beaded with perspiration, but I smother his face with my caresses, entirely in love with him. He must be exhausted, but he doesn't let go. Instead, he begins to strip off my panties, pressing each of my knee-high stockinged, legs back, one at a time to unhook it over my feet. They're ruined with cum, and he strokes the dampness before tossing them onto the ground.

"Hm, your body is incredibly turned on and sexy, my sweet," he says, running his finger over my piercing. "And this really suits you."

Ducking down to his knees, my body is allowed to unfurl, still perched ontop of his shoulders. His lips enclose around the head of my penis, and then he sucks, sending pulses of amplified, bliss through me. As Dollie, I have to embrace that he will only focus on my clitty, with my shaft remaining untouched. It's both highly erotic and means having to take the pleasure as he sees fit, knowing I cannot flinch away. With his tongue flicking the tip, my fingers claw into the wooden frame, and I shudder close to orgasm with my whimpers and moans, echoing along the corridor.

My head tilts back, and my body arches, teetering on the verge of orgasm. His name is on my lips, waiting to be cried out but infuriatingly he starts to edge me, masterfully alternating between kissing and stillness, driving me to the brink of madness.

"Daddy, please let me cum," I beg.

"Not yet. I love hearing you moan in desperation."

"Please? This is cruel! It is my birthday."

Like deer in headlights we stop, aware we're no longer alone from the sound of the shoes tapping over the tiles, towards us. Turning, we see Selena taking in the sight of us, and the mood is ruined. I hoped for an audience, but not her, especially now.

"Ah, fuck," Daddy says, lowering me down to my feet and pulling up his trousers, ending the fun. "What do you want?"

"I need to speak to Matthew."

"I don't have time for this shit," he says, before whispering in my ear. "Don't forget the rules of our agreement. There's to be no sexual, physical contact with anyone else. Find me when you're done."

I'm irritated by the interruption, but I arrange my skirt and watch him pocket my underwear before strolling away. He's putting an enormous amount of trust in me, although, in this state, I can't guarantee I am trustworthy.

"Make it quick."

She follows me to the toilets, and remains cool, just staring at me in the mirror whilst I remove the smudged kohl from under my eyes and reapply my lipstick. She hasn't spoken to me all this time, but she's chosen to wait until now to disrupt my fun.

"What's going on Matthew?"

"You need to be more specific."

"The makeup and the outfit for starters. Is Liam forcing you to dress like this?"

"He isn't forcing me to do anything," I respond, smiling as I face her. "I enjoy being dressed like this."

"I have something for you."

Opening her handbag up, she reaches in and removes a small, white gift box with a silver ribbon. I wasn't expecting a gift from her. Perhaps I shouldn't have been snippy. Maybe I had imagined her attitude towards me?

"Selena, you didn't need to get me anything for my birthday," I say, pulling at the metallic ribbon. With the lid off, I'm greeted with shredded blue tissue paper, but the moment I lift the layer off, my heart freezes in fear at what I glimpse beneath. A slim, white test nestles at the bottom, and a future of restless nights and colic flashes before me. "Is this what I think it is? Oh, Christ, why didn't you call me?"

Her face is expressionless, and I can't tell what she's thinking, but somehow we'll make it work. I'll support her in whatever way I can, although Liam will probably kill me. I've got around six months to throw myself into a career, and get my life in order.

"I tried calling, but you rejected my calls. I can't believe I had to come all the way here with Noah just to give thi-"

"I didn't reject your calls! I tried texting, and you ignored me..." I respond, flipping the test over. "Ah."

Negative.

Only the test line shows, Selena isn't pregnant. I'd just assumed what the result was although I don't feel relieved that I was mistaken. Instead, there's a trace of sadness.

"I even went to the club to give this to you, thinking you would be worried about it. If I was pregnant, I'd have been twelve weeks by now, and not once did you bother to find out. This goes to show how little you actually give a fuck about me, so I'm glad we broke up... I'm over you, Matthew."

"Wait..."

My arm reaches out, holding the door shut, with our bodies nearly touching as I tower over her lithe frame. I can hear her heart pounding rapidly, just like mine, and her face tilts upwards with her eyes widened desirably. I don't think she is over me, and I'm definitely not over her. Nervously I swallow, flooded with regret that I've put us in this situation by moving without thinking.

"Have you changed your mind?" she whispers.

"Selena, I want to be your friend. I miss you. Please forgive me?"

"That's not possible. I can't be friends with you."

"Why not? I enjoy being in your company, and you seemed to like spending time with me."

"I can't stop thinking about wanting to fuck you, and you seem to feel the same," she says, noting my erection.

Her slender fingers reach towards my face, then stroke a curl away behind my ear, disarming me by the change in her body language. My lips part, anticipating that she may kiss me, knowing I'm too weak to prevent her if she does. The floral scent of her perfume hits me first, then her satin-soft, full, crimson lips meet mine. I crumple in that instant into the uncertainty of what I want in life, and I don't stop her hand that moves to wrap around my cock. I still love her.

Her tongue seeks mine, but I don't dare touch any other part of her gorgeous body, knowing I won't be able to hold back if I do. I'm dying to make love to her, but I don't trust myself to pull out in time if she urged me to cum inside again. The moment I saw that test, I saw a future for the first time in a year and a flicker of happiness at the possibility it could lead to.

Her hand, still stroking over my erection, tightens, and I remember Liam's warning about our agreement, much too late. We've gone too far already, so I jerk away, breaking the contact, and wipe my lipstick off her lip with my thumb.

"Selena, I'm not allowed to fuck you. I have an agreement with Liam so I can't touch anyone sexually without his permission."

"You're not allowed to touch?" she smiles, pulling up her dress. "Then you'll just have to watch. Get on your knees."

I think about it for a minute. Then hesitantly, I kneel as she begins to striptease, and unfastens her navy, satin bra, revealing her breasts to me. Her matching thong is then shimmied down her silky, smooth legs, and kicked off, landing in my lap. Between her thumb and forefingers, she pulls at her nipples, sighing as they become erect and beg to be kissed and sucked by me. One of her heeled feet raises, and presses into my shoulder painfully, giving me an unobstructed view of her completely waxed pussy.

"Selena..." I murmur, becoming increasingly excited, as my lips gently brush over the vamp of her shoe. "You're being mean taunting me with what I can't have like this."

"I thought you enjoyed being treated mean? Do you not enjoy the show?"

I nod, continuing to caress her shoe, then I trail my tongue over the inner part of her foot towards the heel. My gaze flickers upwards, and I'm spellbound, unable to drag my eyes away from her body, bewitched by her beauty and confidence. I really shouldn't be tormenting myself like this, and my cock throbs with need, but I'm not allowed to masturbate.

Her hand travels past her mound, between her legs, and my view is blocked.

"I cannot see... Please let me see you touching yourself Selena..."

"Lay down."

I shift to sitting down, then recline, as she stands over me. It's been over two months since I've seen her, but her pussy is just as gorgeous as I remember as she parts her labia and reveals her core to me, already desirably wet. I want to touch, but all I can do is observe as she begins to finger herself, stroking over the inner lips of her labia, before one digit dives inside.

"How many should I use?" she asks, huskily.

"...two... no, three."

Smirking, she slips her fingers in, one after the other. I should walk away, knowing that I'm cheating, even by skirting around the rules, but I'm too invested now. I have never watched a woman touch herself before with zero input from me.

"How does it feel to see what you can't have?"

"Frustrating and cruel. How does it feel inside you?"

"Warm... wet..." she sighs, sliding in the fourth finger. "Snug, but I need more. I wish you could fist me."

"I wish I could too. Fuck, I want to taste you."

Her fingers withdraw, and she offers her hand out to me. Eagerly, I sit up and lap up the fluids on her fingertips.

"As good as you remember?"

"Better, baby girl... You're the hottest woman I have ever met. I can't get you out of my mind, however hard I try."

Her hand, resting on my lips pushes me away, and a grin spreads over her mouth as she kneels over me and strokes her clit. I'm torn between looking at her face, now flushed as she moans softly or watching her clitoris as she rapidly circles it with her fingertips.

Her other hand, still fondling her breasts, slides behind her arse, then enters her cunt again, her fingers stretching it wider before me. Throwing her head back, she climaxes, powerfully, but surprisingly, she gushes a small amount of her fluids over my lips.

"You came on me... Mm, you're so fucking wet," I sigh, licking it away with my tongue.

"And this just shows why we can't be friends," she says, pressing my palm against her pussy. "You can change your mind if you want... We could fuck. You could take me right here if you so desired, mate with me, and we can leave here together."

"Why are you taunting me?"

"Because you like it. Your cock seems to love the idea..."

"I'm in no position to support you, Selena. I haven't even returned to work yet, and that job vanishes the moment I leave. Who on earth will give me a job when I have a criminal conviction? Liam also needs me."

"Needs you? He's a grown man who can look after himself. I doubt he even cares who he's fucking. He's not exclusive to you, is he? I heard from Noah that he slept with several women with Will at the last event, and you hadn't attended?"

"I was too tired."

"But he didn't hold back did he? I can't see why you love him."

"He can handle the shit that comes from being with me, and he forgives me when I do stupid things like this."

"Stupid things? The only person doing stupid things is me, thinking you were worth this effort. Don't try calling me," she says, pushing me away.

Snatching up her outfit, she leaves the bathroom naked, and I remain on the ground speechless. She's entirely right that we can't possibly be friends when I'm easily seduced like this by her. I will always be tempted to cheat around someone I'm attracted to.

What the fuck is wrong with me...

Slamming out the toilets, with the gift box in hand, I go in search of my Master. I need to speak to him, come clean about this indiscretion, and take whatever punishment he deems fitting. He needs to know that I cannot be trusted around her, and he either needs to stop her attending or never leave me alone.

I run from room to room, but eventually, I find Liam, in the small dungeon with the sex swing, fooling around with a woman dressed like a ladybird sitting on his lap. Will is kneeling behind her, with her shoulder-length brown hair swept over as he kisses her neck. My guilt dissolves as a pang of jealousy strikes me, and I conceal the gift box behind my back. Perhaps I should have broken the rules entirely. Selena was right when she'd said he hadn't been exclusive to me, but it was easy to pretend it wasn't happening when I didn't witness it.

"Daddy, I'm back. Are we playing with others today?" I ask, glancing around the room, recognising what is probably cocaine on the end table.

"Uhh, shit... No Dollie. Just head up to bed early, and I'll see you later."

"Liam, let Dollie stay. I sure would enjoy taking care of her needs tonight."

As much as Will irritates me, he is a good fuck. I won't mind playing around with him if my needs are met.

"Daddy? Can I spend time with Sir? It is my birthday."

"So you think that allows you to act like a slut? You're mine and only mine. Now do as you're told and go to your room."

"Could I have permission to masturbate at the very least?"

His dilated eyes lower to my boner, tenting beneath my skirt, then he glances at his watch.

"It's gone midnight, so no. You should have returned to me sooner," he responds, shooing me away in dismissal.

In anger, I throw my corset across the room, then shove the end table over, spilling the drugs, on my way out. He's an arsehole on coke, and at times like this, I wish I never fell for him. I could look for Selena, but it wouldn't be fair after turning her down yet again. I'd just be using her to get back at him, so reluctantly, I trudge up the stairs, with a bottle in hand. As mad as I am, I'll just protest by jacking off to porn, and not drag anyone else into it.

When I reach Dollie's room, I find that it's locked, as well as Liam's and the study. I don't want to turn back to demand the key, and potentially witness him fucking that woman, so I continue trying every door until I reach the playroom. It opens with relief, but I interrupt James and his submissive, naked in the throes of passion on the bed. By the bewildered look on their faces, I'm clearly not wanted here, so I mumble a quick apology and continue my search for an unoccupied space.

The door around the corner opens, and I discover what appears to be a storage room, stacked with boxes and furniture covered in dust sheets. The musty smell of damp is unpleasant, so I lift the sash window, and peering out, I get an extraordinary view of the stars. With little light pollution in the middle of nowhere, I haven't seen them twinkling so brightly before. Thinking of little else, I squeeze through the gap, and climb up, using the stone parapet wall as a boost.

Reclining on the roof, sipping from my bottle of wine, I look outwards to the countryside and the sky above me. The brisk, chill air has already raised goosebumps over my skin, but this quiet is perfect. Time to myself is probably the best thing for me right now. If I'd acted rashly, I could have done something I'd regret. I'll clear my head first, head off to bed, then try again tomorrow. In the next contract, I'll request an amendment, so outsiders cannot be brought in.

What seems like half an hour passes, and curiously, I spot a car driving up, towards the house. It's already late, so it could be a taxi, I suppose. Shivering from the cold, I stand up with a yawn, deciding to get the key so I can sleep, and I tip out the remainder of the wine over the edge.

"Matthew, what the fuck are you doing?" James yells at me.

Alarmed, I stumble, and the bottle slips from my hand, smashing onto the ground far below. I'm drunker than I thought I was, and my head is spinning as I look down, but I regain my balance. Turning around towards James, I burst into laughter at the sight of horror etched across his face, and that of his submissive's as they stare at me.

"Don't scare me like that. I nearly fell!"

"Get down, right now. Where the fuck is Liam?"

"Stop your worrying, I'm fine," I dismiss, dangling my feet to jump down. "You may want to look away before you get an eyeful."

The moment I land and climb back through the window, James grabs me by the wrist and drags me through the corridor, despite my protests that I'm fine. I think I may be in trouble, and as I'm led downstairs, to Liam drinking in the hallway with his friends, I stop giggling. His eyebrows furrow, appearing confused for a moment as he tries to read the situation, between James and me.

"Liam, I found this one causing mischief on the roof."

"On the roof? Why are you not in your bedroom? I gave you a direct order to wait for me there!"

"It was locked."

"Then why didn't you use your brain and get the keys from me?"

Embarrassed at being chastised in front of others, who have begun staring at me, I lower my eyes. They're both over-reacting. I used to do this all the time with my friend. I don't understand what the huge deal is.

"Liam, can I speak with you for one moment, outside?" James interjects. "In private, away from Matthew."

"Just say it to me here, James. I need to get back to Jade and William."

"Oh? That's where you were while he was acting recklessly? Matthew is your responsibility, so you need to stop neglecting his welfare."

"Responsibility? I'm responsible for myself..." I say, to deaf ears.

"I'm not neglecting him," Liam scoffs. "I will deal with this tomorrow. He knows the rules, for disobeying me. I'm too tired to do this now."

"Liam, he's unstable. Look at the state of him. He's intoxicated to the point he nearly fell to his death, and he laughed. You need to keep an eye on him. I know he's important to you, so treat him like he is, or you will lose him, one way or the other."

Liam lifts my face to him, appearing alarmed, then nods to James, and they head up the stairs together, leaving me behind. With everyone else giving me a wide berth, I exit through the front door, then slump against the wall under the porch, resting my head against my arms. My feet are aching, having been stuck in the heels all evening, and I just want to go to bed. They're probably going to be talking about me, behind my back for hours, and I don't like it. I didn't even do much wrong. Everyone keeps treating me like my father does, and I'm sick of it.

"Is that you, Matthew?" someone says, their feet crunching over the gravel driveway as they walk up to me.

Surprised, by the voice I hadn't expected to hear, I turn to see Justin, standing awkwardly near me. I don't know why he's here after all this time, but then I spot the gift bag in his hand.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Jesus Christ, it is you! Fucking hell, you look like some kind of rentboy? Wait, is that a tutu?"

"Hm? Why, are you interested? For an attractive man like you, there's no charge," I tease. Justin seems to be embarrassed by me and looks away, shoving his hands in his jeans, but I have no regrets. "Is that a birthday present?"

I reach out for it, but he dangles it higher above my head, taunting me with it.

"Yeah, well if you want it. You've been ignoring me for so long, but I saw that boyfriend of yours had put a photo up of you in an orange jumpsuit, so I thought I better check on you."

"Jumpsuit? Ah, I had community service, so I guess he saw me out this morning. I haven't been ignoring you, though. I sent you a voicemail nearly every day."

"Nah, I haven't got anything. I tried messaging, and it kept coming back rejected."

"Oh, for fuck sake. You're the second person to tell me that today. I really need to get a new phone."

"Are you still using that Nokia 3310? Man, that's ancient. You can't even take photos with it. You really need to get back on social media, so you can contact me on there. Your boyfriend keeps putting up bizarre photos of you as well. Everyone is talking about them."

"I heard something like that from Sadie. Guess I should probably check it out," I respond, putting my hands out to the fine mist of rain that's begun to fall.

My arm knocks into Noah's leg as he passes me, clutching Selena's hand, but he ignores me. Instead, Selena shoots me a dirty look of contempt, so I respond by blowing her a kiss, and waving her off as they leave for the car.

"Who's that? She seems to know you?" Justin says, raising an eyebrow. "Hot too..."

"An ex, kinda. She gave me this tonight," I say, handing over my now crushed gift box, needing to confide in someone. He lifts the lid, and immediately shuts it, appearing disgusted. "She's not pregnant, but she thought I was ignoring her and didn't care. It's insane, but part of me wishes she was."

"That's the last thing you need right now. So, do you wanna get out of here? I'll buy you a burger from the drive-thru, and sober you up a bit," he says, shrugging off his hoodie, and handing it to me. "You can stay at mine tonight if you want."

"That is the sexiest thing I've heard all evening. You definitely know how to get into my pants, babe," I snigger. "Help me up!"

"Help yourself up. I don't know where you've been," he says, strolling away from me.

"Please? Carry me to your car. My feet hurt!"

"Just take your shoes off."

"I can't! They're padlocked to my feet!" I respond, tottering behind him, wrapping the jumper around myself.

"I don't think I want to know, but there's no way I'm carrying you like that with everything hanging loose. Now hurry up to my car before I change my mind."

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As I study the profile of his face, as he drives, and I eat, I feel like I'm dreaming, and need to pinch myself. I haven't seen him since May, and he's become a man during that time. The black, long-fringed hair, baggy t-shirts and piercings are gone, replaced by a rugged, more mature look. He's changed a lot, ditching his emo look, but it suits him, and I'm still attracted to him. He doesn't seem to be bothered by me in the slightest either, and I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.

He pulls up outside his mum's house, and we get out of his red fiesta, noiselessly walking up to the front door with the lights still on in the living room. He only lives around the corner from my dad's house, and we'd practically grown up like brothers with our mum's being best friends, so this isn't the first time we've had to try getting inside quietly.

"Now, don't make a sound, or my mum is going to flip if she sees you practically naked, and she'll call your dad," he says in a hushed tone, pressing his finger to my lips. "I can't believe I have to sneak you into my room."

"Mm, this isn't the only time you've snuck me into your room..."

"You're fucking unbelievable!" he says, shaking his head. "Do you want to sleep in the car?"

"It's cold. Let me snuggle up with you tonight, please?"

"Fine," he sighs, unlocking the front door.

As we come through, his two German Shepherds, Bruno and Benson begin barking, then jump up at me, licking over my face. I love his dogs, never being allowed to have one of my own growing up and I give them both a stroke as I pass, on the way to the stairs.

"Justin, is that you? Why are you back so late? Is that Becka with you?" his mum yells out from the living room.

"It's just me, Mum!" he responds, mouthing to me to hurry up. "I was out with Shaun for a bit."

Dashing up the stairs, I dive into his bedroom and steal the top bunk of his high double-sleeper, leaving the pull-out futon for Justin. Moments later, he comes into his room, switching on his lamp and he tosses some PJs up to me, as I spread out under his covers.

"You never had a problem with me sleeping naked in your bed before," I smile down at him as he begins to undress. "Would you like me to look away?"

"Why? Do you fancy me or something? I'm not fussed," he says, dropping his jeans. "Now move over, so I can fit in."

Head to tail we lay together, making plans to go skating in the morning, before chatting about everything we've been up to in the nearly five months we've been apart. My world feels almost complete again, knowing that this had just been a misunderstanding between us. He accepts me the way that I am, even if he isn't keen on Liam, and having him back in my life, is the best gift I could have asked for.