Free Bound by Ivy by S. Quinn Page A

‘You know I would. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.’
    I bite my lip, and feel my buttocks throb at the thought of him inside me.
    ‘ Don’t stop.’
    Marc moves in closer, widening my buttocks with his hands and sliding himself between them. ‘I’ll pull out if it gets too much.’
    ‘ Ooohh ,’ I moan as he begins to work his way inside, little by little.
    ‘Feels good?’
    ‘Y—yes.’
    Marc ’s eyes begin to close as he inches in further.
    ‘Oh god. Oh Sophia, I can’t—’ He hesitates, breathing hard. ‘Wait,’ he says, more to himself than me. Then after a moment, he says, ‘Okay. Okay.’ He begins inching further inside so slowly and carefully that, although it’s a little tight and sore, it mainly feels good.
    Marc mov es his thumb between my legs, where his tongue was a few moments ago, and begins pressing and circling until I’m absolutely out of my mind with pleasure.
    ‘Oh. Oh . Marc. Oh. Oh .’
    W hen he begins to slide in and out of me, I can’t take any more.
    ‘Oh Marc. I’m coming. I’m coming.’
    I come in places I never knew I could come, and the pleasure that washes over my body is like nothing I’ve ever known in my life.
    I feel like I’ve been dipped in syrup, and the intimacy of what we’re sharing … it makes me feel closer to Marc than ever.
    Marc groans and gives one last little push inside me, moaning into my ear, shouting my name and wrapping my hair around his hand s.
    ‘Sophia . Oh Sophia,’ he shouts, as my body throbs all around him and warmth spreads from my neck all the way down to my toes.
    ‘I love you,’ I manage to say, my voice soft and deep.
    ‘ God . I love you too,’ says Marc.
    We stay like that for a moment, clinging to each other. Then I feel him loosen inside me and slide free.
    Marc reaches up and, in one swift movement, frees my hands, taking hold of my wrists and rubbing them to get the circulation going.
    He kisses the red skin and strokes my wrists. Then he scoops a hand down and removes the condom. He places it in a paper cup and slots it into a little bin fitted below one of the seats. Then he takes me in his arms and holds me close.
    ‘ I never thought I could be any closer to you. But just then, I lost myself a little bit more.’
    ‘I know ,’ I whisper into his neck, loving his warmth and his strong arms. ‘I felt closer to you than ever just then.’
    After a moment, Marc helps me back into my panties and j eans, and does up his trousers. Then he threads the tie effortlessly around his neck in the most casual way, as if it had been hanging innocently in his wardrobe this whole time.
    I laugh. ‘You’re really going to wear that tie now?’
    ‘Of course I am. It’s just become my favourite tie.’ Marc sits beside me and pulls me close. ‘Are you okay? I didn’t take things too far?’
    ‘No, it was just like always,’ I say, a smile creeping onto my face. ‘Alm ost too far, but in the end, just far enough.’
    ‘With you, going just far enough is getting harder and harder,’ says Marc. ‘I worry that one day, I won’t be able to stop myself.’
    ‘ I’m not worried,’ I say. ‘I trust you.’
    Marc’s eyes fix on mine. ‘How did I deserve someone so perfect? ’
    The car drives on into central London, and we stay wrapped up in each other’s arms, watching London rush past.

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    The limo eventually comes to a stop at a beautiful stone square with a fountain at the centre, right in the heart of West London. The square is lined with tall trees, their feathery branches hung with elegant red jack-o-lanterns and white fairy lights.
    ‘Where are we?’ I ask Marc, as he helps me out of the car and into my coat.
    ‘Sloane Square.’
    ‘ That’s Chelsea, isn’t it?’
    ‘Absolutely correct.’
    I remember seeing a documentary about Sloane Square once. It talked about women called ‘Sloane Rangers’ – girls who live in posh Chelsea flats and hang around Sloane Square buying designer clothes and looking for