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After the session, they're wrapping up and Cass is about to head to the showers to strip off her sweaty exercise clothes. Aidan has been able to put his own concerns aside for an hour, but he's felt Cass watching him. It doesn't surprise him when she stops, hand on his arm, and suggests something.
"Aidan, do you want to take a break now? Maybe go next door and get a coffee? You look like you have something on your mind."
Aidan hesitates, but she smiles warmly, reassuringly. He should brush her off politely, but he can sense that she's not hitting on him, she's genuinely concerned. He feels guilty again that it's that obvious.
"Sure. Ten minutes?"
Cass pats him on the arm.
"Five to ten. I'll be quick in the shower."
She turns and Aidan watches her walk away, her trim body elegant in the tightness of the lycra. He feels a heaviness in his manhood, and questions it. Cass is sexy, smart, easy to talk to, and there was no history weighing down their conversations, no storm cloud over her head. She'd ditched the wedding ring and he's got no doubt that the body sculpting is part of her moving on with the next stage of her life. Aidan plays with his own wedding ring. Just friends. Don't be a fuck-up. Rosa needs him to not fuck up.
He's on the reception desk a few minutes later when Cass emerges from the changing rooms. Aidan calls out to Jaden to watch the place for ten minutes while he goes and gets a coffee and the younger man nods. What he thinks about Aidan taking Cass for coffee is not up for discussion.
They go next door, to a little place crammed between the gym and a furniture and outdoors store in the strip mall. Aidan orders a long black for himself; Cass will have a skim latte. She's dressed now in jeans and a casual blouse, but he can see that the jeans are new and a size smaller, tight enough to show off her amazing legs and the enticing, rounded curve of her bottom. She's wearing flats, exposing her bare ankles and golden skin. He can't tell if it's a real tan or an expensive fake treatment, but either way it makes her glow. She's wearing a white blouse to emphasise it, contrasting the tint of her bare arms. She has no make-up on and her hair is still damp from the shower, tied back in a long ponytail.
They find a small table and she sips her coffee slowly, watching him over the rim of her cup.
"So," Aidan begins, "We just worked you out. Is it my turn?"
"Depends," Cass replies, putting her cup down carefully in front of her. She's watching him now, earnest, listening.
"How does this work?"
"However you want. When I'm talking to clients, they all have different ways of getting it out. We can just talk for a while and see where you want to go."
"You think I've got stuff to get out?"
Cass clasps her hands together. "Yes," she says, "I think you have a lot you need to unload. If it's not to me, then I can maybe recommend colleagues. It might be easier to talk to a stranger."
Aidan shakes his head. "No, I don't want to. I trust you. If Rosa sees me going to a counsellor it's, uh, I think it's just going to make it worse."
"Maybe you both need to go."
Aidan blinks. Cass has nailed it, just like that. Her statement cuts straight through the fog and the bullshit. Maybe this was all fucking them both up. Without making a definitive decision to do so, he begins to talk to the pretty, blonde woman across the table, opening up in a way that he never thought he would. By the end, his hands are balled into fists, his knuckles white, finding that he's struggling to hold back tears.
The storm eventually passes and when he looks up at Cass, he can see she's crying.
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Rosa finishes her breakfast slowly, mooching around the apartment. Her thoughts are torn between what Aidan did to her last night and the impending appointment at the fertility clinic. She is ready to be harvested now, counting down the hours to Monday morning and the extraction procedure. Everything suddenly seems way beyond her control.
She has things to do, but every time she sees the laptop, the temptation's there. She's playing back what happened in her head, remembering the tightness of the ropes around her, the feeling of being bound and powerless as Aidan extracts climax after climax from her helpless body. Videos, he'd said. Evidence of what he made her experience, past the point that she was aware enough to remember it clearly anymore herself. She imagined what they would show: a naked, writhing form, hogtied and suspended in the gym as the wand vibrator pushed her to orgasm over and over again.
By mid-morning, Rosa's resolve crumbles. She carries the laptop back to the bedroom. By the door, there's a jumbled mass of white. She recognises the sheet from the gym floor, the one he'd wrapped her in to take her home. The carryall is next to it. On a whim, Rosa crouches down and unzips it, fumbling around inside for a moment until she finds what she's looking for: the wand vibrator.
Carefully, Rosa plugs it in and teases her shorts and panties down her legs and lies on the bed, naked from the waist down, with the laptop open next to her. She hesitates and then hits play. A moment later she turns the vibrator on and presses the throbbing rubber ball against her clit, her eyes locked on the screen.
Aidan took three videos, but she only remembers the first, the one where she was hogtied and spinning slowly, still wearing her white string bikini. The next one is a longer one from his point of view as he licks and teases her helplessly-splayed opening, bringing her to the very edge of climax and then denying her. The final one shows her straining and wriggling as she attempts to lift her body up off the wand vibrator, her eyes screwed closed, her chest heaving, gagged and silenced by the black tape over her mouth. Rosa watches herself orgasm and then attempt to pull her crotch up and away from the device only to become exhausted with holding the position, and slump back down onto the merciless toy.
She watches, mesmerised, seeing the bound woman on screen quiver and moan through the black gag, and feels her own climax building as she presses the wand vibrator's rubber ball more firmly against her clit. The video shows a close-up of the woman's face, eyes closed, beads of sweat dripping down her face, then moves around to show a close-up of her crotch, hovering above the vibrating rubber ball. He zooms in and she can see pulsing movement between the splayed-open lips as the woman's pussy contracts rhythmically in post-orgasmic pleasure.
Hypnotised by the view, Rosa can't look away and she feels her own climax begin to build. In the video, the woman's thighs clench and quiver, strained by the effort of holding herself up off the vibrator. Then they relax and she sinks down until the vibrating rubber ball is once again pressed against her clit. Rosa watches the vagina, her vagina, as it begins to clench again. The woman's opening ejaculates a spurt of liquid and her body writhes as her next orgasm takes her.
As she watches the woman on the screen contort in the grips of her climax, Rosa's body flexes powerfully and she cums. Panting, she withdraws the vibrator and switches it off. She stares up at the ceiling, letting the moments tick by, then gets up but she only makes it as far as the open carryall. Something surfaces from deep inside her, and she struggles with it, trying not to give it oxygen, trying to deny how it makes her feel. In the back of her mind, she begins to wonder if Aidan's managed to brainwash her, reprogrammed her body somehow with this experience, but even as she contemplates the question, she's rummaging through the carryall to find the roll of black tape.
Rosa sits down on the edge of the bed, staring at the roll, then peels off a strip and winds it carefully around her wrists until she can't separate her hands, using her teeth to cut it. There is a loose flap still dangling from the roll, tempting her. Rosa grips the end with her bound fingers and uses her teeth to cut a short strip. She bends forward so that she can smooth the tape over her mouth, dropping the roll to the floor with a thud.
Dumbly, she surveys what she's done, raises her bound hands to stroke the smooth tape sealing her lips together and lies back down on the bed. She picks up the vibrator wand and her thumb flicks the power button back on. Even the sound of it is enough, now that she has the strange, chemical smell of the tape in her nostrils: she feels herself begin to lubricate.
Rosa presses play on the videos and applies the vibrating rubber head to her clit. Laying on her bed, bound and helpless once again, Rosa feels her next orgasm begin to build slowly as she watches the woman on the video succumb to her body's darkest urges.
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[Next chapter: A trip to the fertility clinic has Aidan drained.
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