Free No Ordinary Love Story: Sequel to The Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan Page A

with such a daft idea. I suddenly had
When Harry Met Sally
flashbacks. And no one wants that.
    As my fingernails dug into his arm, suddenly it all stopped. I realised how tense I had been as I finally relaxed, returning to my side of the sofa. I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone sitting too close. They might have been worried I was having an asthma attack.
    He pulled his hand out of his pocket to turn the page of his paper and started chatting to me as if nothing was any different. I slowly returned to normal and began to relax as we finished our drinks.
    We got up and headed for the exit. When he held the door open for me I didn’t realise his hand was in his pocket. As I exited to the sunny pavement I felt a pulse in my cunt and I almost stumbled as I let out a short, high-pitched squeak. No one seemed to notice but he laughed as he walked out behind me, musing at how much fun this was going to be. His power-crazy look made me laugh, although I was wondering exactly how I was going to sit through a film and focus. Thank goodness we’d gone for a popcorn flick with lots of explosions rather than anything too highbrow.
    I received a couple more surprises as we walked to the cinema, but he mostly left me alone. He thanked me for handing him such control, but warned that he wasn’t going to be all that responsible with it, in case I hadn’t already guessed.
    We took our seats. I get irate at the amount of adverts they show before a film at the best of times, but with Adam using the time to torture me, I was more desperate for the trailers to start than ever. He pressed all the buttons and asked me what all the different settings were doing to me – constant vibrations, pulses, etc. I explained as best I could, whispering through gritted teeth, as he cycled through the programmes.
    I think it would have been easier to focus if he had just left the toy vibrating but he spent the next two hours tormenting me. He made sure to change the setting before I got used to what I was feeling, driving me crazy and causing me to hold on to him once again.
    At one point, when the explosions were especially loud so the few people in the cinema sitting near us couldn’t possibly overhear, he leaned in to whisper in my ear, to ask if I was wet. I hid my face in the crook of my arm as I nodded.
    He put his hand on my inner thigh and moved itupwards – thank goodness Saturday-morning cinemagoers tend to flock to more family-friendly films than we had so there was no one in our row. He slowly moved his little finger up and down the seam of my jeans and told me that he could actually feel the vibrations.
    It was at that point I kicked him in the shin. I was beyond caring if it would get me into trouble, although he later admitted he probably deserved my admonishment. He removed his hand and put it over my shoulders, keeping the remote in his other hand and making sure I never settled. The film pretty much passed me by – he later bought it for me on DVD as a gift – and by the time it finished I only had one thing on my mind, and it wasn’t the mark-ups on over-priced cinema popcorn. Finally, the lights went up. He was grinning at me.
    ‘So. What do you want to do next?’
    I couldn’t speak for a minute. What on earth did he think I wanted to do?
    ‘Lunch?’ He was having so much fun. I wasn’t sure if I found him endearing or annoying. The throbbing between my legs wasn’t helping me decide.
    In the end I thought politeness might work more in my favour.
    ‘Can we go home? Please?’
    He stroked my arm with his fingertips and I shivered. There was no way I was going to manage eating lunch without throwing it all over the place. After long, desperate seconds he took pity on me.
    ‘Of course we can.’
    He left the egg on a constant setting all the way home but it still pulsed as I walked and I still didn’t seem to beable to ignore it, not least because the weighted egg shifted inside