Free Hers by Dawn Robertson

struggle to keep me upright while they join me in climax.
    Vince is first. His pace quickens as he slams frantically into me. His balls slap my ass as he grunts into my ear with a “oh, fuck, yeah!” His hand comes crashing down on my ass once more as he rides his orgasm.
    Levi thrusts up, and I move my hips to meet each of his frantic movements. He groans quietly, and holds his breath while he lets go. His thick cock pulses inside my tight pussy and I can feel him emptying into the waiting latex shield. “Fuck,” I groan as I fall helplessly against his chest. Vince slowly pulls out, disposing of his used condom, while I lay sated and helpless in the strong arms of the one man I want to drive far, far away from me.
    A loud knock on the door startles all of us, pulling me from my orgasm-induced coma. “Just a minute,” Vince bellows, covering Levi and me up with the navy blue bed sheet, and sliding his tight leather pants back on.
    He cracks the door and is met by a club employee, pulling him out to handle an unruly guest. Something that happens more often than any of us would like to admit. Before he leaves, his green eyes rake their gaze over mine as he speaks.
    “Thank you Mistress Marilyn. I really enjoyed myself. I would love to do it again.” Like that, he is gone, closing and locking the door behind him. Leaving me naked and alone with Levi, as I realize his dick is still firmly planted inside me, and ready to go for round two.
    “We can't do this.” I drag my tired body off of him, and he looks at me confused.
    “What do you mean, Seven?” He’s concerned, maybe upset? I can't read him; fuck, I can't even read myself right now. All I know is I have to get as far away from him as I can.
    “Listen, I thought tonight wouldn't happen. I thought my need for another man would send you running. I didn't know this all would take place.” I wave my arms around like a lunatic, tugging the sheet with me to find my clothes. I slide my corset back on, and look around the room for my skirt.
    “Seven?” His voice is quiet, meek, broken.
    “What, Levi?” I snap, turning to look at him he is still lying naked in the bed, slipping the used condom off his hard dick.
    “It's just sex.” His words catch me off guard. He shrugs our evening off as ‘just sex?’ Well, it is just sex, but for the first time since I started my parade of men years ago, the words ' just sex ' actually hurt. When they aren't supposed to bother me in the least.
    “Yes, Levi. That is all it is. Just sex.” I pause for a moment, re-thinking everything I’d wanted this night to be. “And this was it for us. Club or no club, we won't sleep together again. This was a momentary lapse in judgment on my part, and because of our extremely close professional connection, I just can't risk this happening again. I’m sorry.” I find my skirt and pull it on, following it with the boots I wore. I try and ignore him, but I can feel his gaze on me, as he works to find his own clothes, somewhere within the walls of the sprawling blue room.
    “I guess I will see you Monday morning?” he questions, as I pull my jacket up off the bench next to the door. I shouldn't turn to look at him, but I do anyway. He looks like a wounded animal, and the typical ' I don't give a fuck ' attitude that I carry is thrown out the window. I actually feel bad for him; his broken look mirrors the broken pieces of his heart, and I actually care for once.
    “Yes, bright and early; we have a meeting at nine.” Like that, I walk out of the blue room, and head straight for my waiting car.

Monday
    Sunday, I spent the day sulking around the penthouse. I pulled my laptop out and cleared every last fucking email I had. All six hundred and seventy-three. One-by-one, I read, deleted, or acknowledged every last electronic letter. Then I took a bath, a really long bath, full of bubbles, and some strange homeopathic herb shit my parents got me, insisting I needed it to relax more. I