The Fear of Falling

Chapter Twenty Eight

Gavin and I walked side-by-side down the street. The sirens wailed beside us and reminded me of all I’d leave behind if I went home to Florida.

My parents would welcome me back with open arms, but I would never stop thinking of the city. I glanced at Gavin. I’d be leaving so much behind.

I blinked away the thought and declared that it was a problem for the future. After all, there was no guarantee that we’d even be able to stand each other in a week. At least I kept telling myself that.

Otherwise, I’d be inviting trouble into my life.

Gavin cleared his throat. “So, how long have you had those toys?”

I whipped my head around and stared at him. He avoided my gaze. Coward. “What toys?”

“Meg.” He rolled his eyes and a filthy memory from the night before replayed in my head. I shoved it away.

“A few months. Jade gave them to me.”

“Like, to test?”

My eyes widened at the idea. “No, she thought I could seduce you with them or something.”

Gavin stared at me, and I continued rambling. “I mean, it’s not that you look into that stuff, but she assumed it would be,” I paused before delivering the final blow, “tempting.”

I expected him to scoff and snicker at the absurdity, but then; he smiled.

****

“Too tight?” Gavin asked before giving the handcuffs one final squeeze.

“I don’t know,” I smirked. “You tell me.”

Gavin rolled his eyes, triggering memories of riding his cock. I brushed off the thought.

“You’re getting a little too cocky, Ms. Sykes.”

I raised my eyebrows at the new pet name.

He laughed and, as if reading my mind, said, “I thought we could try leaning into the whole student-teacher thing.”

“Kinky much?”

“Like you’re one to talk.” I followed his gaze to the pile of toys laying beside me. After stripping and beating me at cards, Gavin won a turn to use the toys. My poker game just isn’t what it used to be.

Darn.

I pulled against the padded cuffs, satisfied by his handiwork. Has he done this before? I searched for the answer in his lust-filled eyes.

“Ready?” He asked, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

“As I’ll ever be, Mr. Airos.”

****

I parted my legs and lifted my hips to meet the vibrator. Gavin tormented me while I squirmed on the bed.

“There are easier ways to get me off, you know,” I quipped. He had shown no sign of relenting in the last half-hour and with my hands restrained above me, I had no chance of doing anything about it.