Between Two Worlds

Eight months since the football pitch. What started as one stupid mistake behind a shed became blackmail. The train. My house. My chambers. Thomas's school. Chloe with her phone, those photos, forcing me into things I told myself I didn't want.

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I'd worn black sheer tights under my skirt. Professional. The kind I'd wear to chambers. They made me keep them on at first. Then Chloe peeled them off me slowly, taking her time, before using them to bind my wrists.

I was on my back, arms bound tight above my head, and Chloe held me while Jack went at the inside of my thighs with that tawse. Hitting the worst spots while I tried not to scream.

I was just a cunt they were playing with.

So I took it. And I loved it. Squirming against the makeshift bonds, grinning up at them like an idiot, hoping the next part would be getting held down and fucked.

Jack spread my legs wider. Took my foot in his hand and sucked my toes one by one while Chloe watched, grinning. I whimpered into the gag they'd already put on me, arching my back, completely exposed.

I was so eager for him to fuck me - writhing against the bonds, trying to beg through the gag - that they laughed at me before he did.

Then Chloe held me down and Jack slammed his cock inside me, hard and rough.

The bruises would go. But that image wouldn't. Looking up from between Chloe's thighs at them staring at each other. Kissing while he fucked me. Not even looking at me.

Chloe whispering to him "do you like the cunt I brought you?" and his reply: "yes, thank you."

There were too many moments to fit into something coherent. I couldn't separate them properly. That would miss what it felt like all together. Just this insane rush of everything happening at once.

The three of them. Teasing me, fucking me, playing, talking, laughing, grabbing. Pain, play, pleasure. All tangled.

When they asked how I was doing I said "brilliant" and "incredible" and "ouch."

Chloe's fingers inside me while I was tied up and aching. Cal holding the Doxy on my clit while I pushed against it, whimpering into the gag. Jack hitting me while I ground against Chloe's thigh like an eager puppy, both of them calling me 'good girl'.

Chloe holding my wrists and looking into my eyes while Jack flogged me. Cal doing the same after Jack offered him a go. The eye contact. Looking right at them while they held me.

But that was nothing compared to when they looked at each other instead. Completely ignoring me while they grinned at each other. I was just the body they were playing with. Some posh milf cunt for these young chavs to wreck.

I asked for water. They brought a dog bowl. I drank from it. Surprised myself. I was extremely thirsty. I'd been panting.

I stood against the wall while Jack put nipple clamps on, gasping, anxious not to disappoint any of them. Biting my lip, looking at Chloe, thinking please be impressed, please. Taking it longer than I ever could alone.

Then Cal took me into the kitchen.

The others stayed in the bedroom. Just us two in that narrow galley kitchen, cold tiles against my bare feet, the window cracked open letting in freezing air.

He pulled my blouse down. One breast exposed. My nipple already hard from the cold.

He wet his finger. Ran it around my nipple. The spit met cold air and I shuddered. That was it. That was the whole thing. Just his wet fingertip circling my hard nipple while I tried not to make noise.

One breast out. Goosepimpled. Nipple standing out. Me arching my back waiting for him to touch it again.

He did it slowly. Methodically. Just tracing that finger round and round in tiny circles while I bit back whimpers. I wanted him to grab me properly, cup my whole breast, feel the weight of it. He didn't.

Instead he dipped his head. Slowly. Wetting his lips. The sight of that made me squirm.

When he took my nipple in his mouth I gasped. Couldn't help it. The anticipation had set me trembling and then the rush when he sucked at me. Christ.

I wanted to hold the back of his neck. Keep him there. But I knew that would ruin it.

When he sat back I was grinding my legs together, desperate to get fucked but not wanting this part to end.

I pulled my shirt down over the other shoulder. Exposed my other breast. He wet his finger again.

As he rolled his finger around my hard nipple in the cold air I pressed my face into his neck. Muffled my moans against his skin. He pinched it gently, lifted me slightly, and those shudders went right through me.

When he dipped his head to take it in my mouth I whispered "I need you inside me right now."

Whimpering please and yes. Moaning louder.

Forgot people might hear through the thin walls. Forgot everything except cold air, hard nipples, one wet finger tracing circles.

Then he paused. Sat back. Reached for a bottle of water from the fridge and poured a tiny amount into the cap. Dipped his finger in. Used that cold fingertip to tease my nipples again.

Round and round in icy circles. Re-dip. Back for more. Everything went dark except the frozen hardness of my nipples, smarting, needing him to soothe them with his warm mouth.

When he sucked on the first nipple I whimpered. When he took the second one my cunt flooded.

When we stood to go back I took his hand and slipped it down my knickers.

"Thought you might like to know just how good that was."

He grinned, licked his fingers.

"Don't worry. I know."

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Cal used my mouth to get his young hard cock wet then fucked Chloe on the bed. I could see everything. Her arse, his muscles tensing as he slammed into her. Giving her a proper seeing-to while I knelt there watching.

And again.

Kneeling at the end of the bed to watch, then getting to taste Chloe on Cal's cock when they paused. Him staring at the drool connecting my mouth to his cock when he pulled out, me spluttering, wanting more. Gagging for another go at his cock.

Burying my face in Chloe's cunt, making her moan. Knowing I was doing it right.

Getting railed from behind by Jack while I was half-drowning in the bowl of water, Chloe's foot on my back to keep me down. Balls deep in my pussy while I couldn't breathe.

Panting, shaking, stinging everywhere. Then they told me to get out and I felt glorious.

I heard them giggling as I went downstairs.

Chloe found me sitting on the stairs twenty minutes later. Still naked. Still marked. Still shaking.

"Alright, Lady Muck?"

I nodded. Couldn't speak yet.

She sat beside me, phone in hand. She'd filmed some of it. Not all. Just enough.

She handed me my clothes. Watched me struggle to get dressed with trembling hands.

"Jack's getting properly attached, you know," she said. "Cal too. They talk about you. About what they want to do to you next time."

I pulled my blouse on. My silk blouse. The one I'd wear to court the following week.

"And you?" I asked. "What do you want?"

She gave me this look I couldn't read.

"I want to see how far you'll go," she said. "How much you'll take."

"There's no limit."

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Richard got back at half seven on Monday morning. I heard his key in the door while I was making coffee, already dressed in navy trousers and a crisp white blouse. Professional. Safe.

"Morning." He dropped his bag in the hallway and came through to the kitchen. Kissed my cheek.

"Good trip?"

"Exhausting. Three days arguing about contract clauses." He poured himself coffee. "How was your weekend?"

"Quiet. Caught up on some case prep."

He leaned against the worktop, studying me. "You look tired."

"Didn't sleep well. You know how I get when you're away."

Easy. He believed it.

I reached past him for the milk and he caught my wrist. Gently. The way a husband does.

"Christ, Sophie. What happened here?"

I looked down. A thin red line circled my wrist. I'd checked my wrists yesterday. The marks had been fading. But this morning, in the bright kitchen light with Richard holding my arm, the line was obvious.

"Yoga," I said immediately. "New instructor. She had us doing this ridiculous pose with resistance bands and I got tangled up."

"Looks painful."

"It was more embarrassing than anything. The whole class saw me flailing about like an idiot."

"You should complain," he said.

"It's fine. I'm not going back to that class anyway."

He nodded. Moved on. Started telling me about his trip, the client dinner, the delayed flight home.

I stood there listening, making appropriate noises, asking questions at the right moments. Jack's mouth on my toes kept flashing up. Me writhing against those tights round my wrists.

"Are you alright?" Richard was looking at me again. "You seem distracted."

"Just thinking about chambers. I've got that sentencing hearing Wednesday."

"The fraud case?"

"That's the one."

I refilled his coffee. Domestic. Normal. Sophie Crawford doing what Sophie Crawford does on a Monday morning.

He reached out and rubbed my shoulder. I flinched slightly. Couldn't help it. The bruises on my thighs were one thing but my shoulders were tender where Chloe had held me down.

Wednesday I'd be in court. Silk, wig, sentencing hearing in front of Judge Frost. Same calm voice I'd just used to lie.

The bruises on my thighs would still be there under my trousers.