Chapter 30

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Julie

Waiting for Connor to settle up his tab with Shane, Julie admired how Connor's ass looked in his jeans. After their conversation, she felt like she'd been able to fully relax for the first time since arriving at her parents' yesterday.

It was going to be okay.

They'd done a much better job of communicating this evening. And she definitely needed to talk to her therapist about her triggers around her parents. Someday, maybe she'd be able to handle things less emotionally, but at least in hindsight, she was able to break down why she'd reacted the way she had. A combination of feeling like no one really cared about her and her feelings, along with the many old wounds from feeling like that when she was with John.

Connor wasn't John, of course, but it made sense that her first serious relationship since her ex would reveal some major emotional baggage that needed to be dealt with. No one got out of a toxic relationship without carrying wounds that might appear unexpectedly in the next one.

Now, she and Connor understood each other better.

She could definitely see the people-pleasing thing. It was something she'd noticed before. She just hadn't realized how deep it went. From what he'd said, it sounded like he'd been doing some Monday morning quarterbacking as well, thinking through why he'd done the things he had and why he'd reacted the way he had.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump and spin around. She hadn't been paying attention to the people around her at all. Finding herself facing Law, with Iris right behind him, she let out the breath that she'd sucked in, holding back the yelp she'd almost uttered.

"Hey." Law cleared his throat, looking wildly uncomfortable. He ran his hand over his head. "I need to apologize."

Two apologies in one night. That was more than she usually got in a month. Unlike with Connor, though, this one felt like it was truly deserved and did not require an apology in return. Law had stepped way out of line.

"Okay." Julie crossed her arms over her chest. She was still smarting. Not just because Law had tried to involve himself in her and Connor's relationship, but because Law was supposed to be her friend, too… and they'd already had that discussion. "Go ahead."

He cleared his throat again.

"I apologize. I was a shitty friend, and I was butting my nose in where it wasn't my place to. I feel protective of Connor, but that's no reason to be a bad friend to you." He paused, then grunted, and Julie got the feeling Iris had poked him from behind. "Also, I apologize for being a massive hypocrite and coming down on you for doing the exact same thing I have done myself."

A large hand came down on her shoulder, and Julie reached up to pat it, glancing up to see Connor frowning at Law.

"I didn't ask you to talk to Julie for me," he said, obviously upset that Law had done so.

"I didn't think you had," she reassured him. "And in his defense, he was doing it for you."

Connor narrowed his eyes as he turned his gaze to her, recognizing that it was the same defense he'd used for trying to impress her parents.

"Mmm. So, that's what it feels like to be on this side of it," he said after a moment.

Law sighed. "I'm sorry, Connor. I promise the next time you need to vent or talk things out, I will be a good listening ear, and I will not attempt to intervene in anything."

All in all, it was a pretty good apology, but Julie knew it would take a while for her trust to rebuild. She probably wasn't going to be as comfortable around Law for a bit, and she doubted she would ever confide in him about anything that was going on with her and Connor. He was clearly Connor's friend first. Which was fine, she understood it, but it was also something she needed to keep in mind for her own feelings.

"Good boy," Iris said with a smirk, patting him on the shoulder.

The look Law shot her was full of warning, and Julie snickered. Iris might have won that argument, but she was skating on thin ice with that comment. But it was Iris, after all—if there was a big red button to push, she was going to slam her hand down on it.

"Ready to go?" Connor asked Julie. She threaded her fingers through his, stepping to the side so their joined hands could drop between them, and she smiled up at him.

"Let's go."

They took a moment to say goodbye to everyone as Law and Iris went to join the others in the booth. Thankfully, no one else seemed to be bothered by the fact that she and Connor had been on the outs for a day. They just seemed happy they'd worked it out.

She was, too.

Sometimes, she needed to think, but sometimes, her head got in the way of her heart, overthinking the things that she knew deep down. Fear didn't help, either. She was afraid she'd picked poorly again. She was afraid her parents would only ever see her as an extension of the man she was with. She was afraid she'd find herself trapped with someone who cared more about appearances than about her.

But Connor's motivations were totally different, and deep down, even when she'd been in the middle of questioning everything, she'd known that. She didn't expect him to do everything right all the time, but tonight, he definitely had—from letting her choose where and when to talk, to immediately apologizing and showing that he understood where she was coming from.

John would never have.

He wouldn't have even acknowledged he'd done something wrong, much less be self-aware enough—and aware enough of her—to know what he'd done wrong. Or maybe he was, but he'd certainly never admit that he was in the wrong.

With time, and probably more therapy, she'd hopefully be able to work through the triggers she had around the gaslighting and toxic bullshit he'd put her through.

Maybe it was a low bar—to not gaslight her, to apologize, to think about how to make things better in the future—but she still felt like Connor deserved a reward tonight.

Connor

Holy fuck, Julie was killing him.

Flat on his back, wrists bound to the headboard, a vibrating plug up his ass, his dick was hard as a rock, and the slow glide of her lips up and down the shaft wasn't nearly enough. He wanted, needed, more. Harder. Faster.

The vibrations in his ass were a low steady thrum that tingled through him without giving him the stimulation he really needed. Just like her mouth, it was nothing more than a tease at the moment.

Her hands pressed down on his hips. Despite their size difference, it was surprisingly hard to thrust up the way his body felt compelled to do when she was pressing all her weight down on one spot. There was nothing he could do but whimper and groan as her mouth slid tortuously slow down his cock again, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, then back up to slide around the mushroom head.

"Fuck… please, Mistress…" The headboard creaked as his arms pulled, tugging on his wrists.

Instead of moving faster, she hit the button on the remote.

Connor cried out as his ass clenched around the toy, shuddering with the sensations that coursed through him in response. His dick jerked in her mouth, but it still wasn't enough to get him off.

Soft hands cradled his balls, then her grip tightened, squeezing and tugging hard enough to send a snap of pain whipping through the growing pleasure. It hurt so good. Connor gasped, trying to thrust up again. He wasn't consciously trying. It was a bodily response he couldn't help, even though he wanted to let Mistress Julie have her way with him in whatever manner she wanted.

Her mouth slipped off him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to impale herself on his cock… but then she turned.

The view of her slick, dark pink pussy lips filled his vision as she got her legs in place on either side of his head before lowering her pussy to his mouth. Eagerly, he latched on; all the pent-up energy from being sensually tortured finally had an outlet.

He felt her moan around his cock as his tongue slid up the center of her lips, the sweet and salty flavor of her body exploding in his mouth. Connor went after her pussy like a starving man, using his tongue and mouth to expend his sexual frustration.

He felt her move atop him, felt her shudder and redoubled his efforts. It also gave him something to focus on other than her mouth moving up and down his cock. Not that he wanted to focus on something else, but he had to if he was going to keep himself from cumming before she told him to.

Especially when the vibrations in his ass turned to pulses, making every muscle in his body tense at the sudden change in sensations.

"Fuck."

He moaned the word into her pussy, which muffled the sound, his toes curling as he struggled against the need to release. A soft hand gripped his balls, tugging on them hard enough to send a shot of pleasurable pain through him, keeping his orgasm just at bay.

Whimpering, he felt his body trying to lift up beneath her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling furiously against the sensations coursing through them. Despite her thighs on either side of his head, pressing against his ears, he could still hear her moan as she started to rub her pussy against his face, riding his mouth.

Fuck, yes.

Even the air he was breathing was pussy scented, and he was drowning in the pleasure of it.

When she pulled away, lifting her pussy away from his mouth, he groaned in protest. He hadn't been done.

She moved down his body, still facing away from him, so she could impale herself on his dick. Connor liked seeing her face, but there was also something about the view from the back as she sat down on his cock, her hand still tugging on his balls, adding to the sensations.

The pulsing in his ass changed again, the vibrations starting low, then revving up higher before dropping and rising again.

"Oh, fuck…" He spasmed in reaction to the stimulation. If she didn't give him permission to cum soon, it wasn't going to matter because he wasn't going to be able to hold it back much longer.

Still facing away from him, Julie started to ride his cock, the slick heat of her pussy easily gliding up and down his length, her muscles squeezing him, tugging on his balls. Connor made a strangled noise as his hips thrust upward into her, shuddering at the effort to keep from coming. The hand on his balls made it particularly difficult as they tightened against her grip, the base of his spine tingling.

"Please… oh fuck, Mistress, please…"

"Come for me, good boy."

That was all he needed.

As the vibrator hit high—a relentless, humming high that blasted through him—he cried out, writhing underneath her. Her pussy clamped down around him as she cried out as well, shuddering atop him, grinding down on his cock while he pulsed inside her, filling her with spurt after spurt of wet heat.

It felt like all the blood rushed from his head down to his groin, leaving him floating on the bed, buzzing in an erotic haze. The vibrations stopped, and he finally went limp—and not just his dick, leaving him more relaxed than he could ever remember being.

After she undid his cuffs, after they got cleaned off, after they were in bed, Connor wrapped himself around her while she sleepily played with his chest hair, her head nestled against his shoulder.

"I know it's kind of silly because it was only a day, and it's not like we've been spending every night together, but I missed you," she murmured.

Connor's chest constricted at the admission.

"I missed you, too," he whispered back.

This. This was what he wanted. This was what was most important. He was all in. They'd need to figure out how to deal with her family, and tomorrow, he would need to face Sandra at work, but after tonight, he had faith they could do it.

Together.