Ellie had done terrible things. She knew she was bad. She knew it was wrong. But yet she couldn't stop herself.
How did a man with so little to offer, so little to give emotionally, have so much control over her? After every encounter she felt empty, unfulfilled, yet at the same time an overwhelming elation - he liked her, he wanted her, he needed her. And yet he was already committed to another.
Time after time she had called it off and, afterwards, felt better, relieved, free. But each time she felt herself reconsidering after a few days. She missed him, she missed the attention, she missed the sex. So she always went back for more.
Ellie had lost count of the times she had tried to reason her actions. She always drew a blank. He wasn't her type, he was unavailable, he was thoughtless and emotionally cold. But he said he owned her, controlled her. And for someone who tried to be in control throughout her entire life, that was an intoxicating combination.
Thinking back to their last encounter, Ellie tried again to figure what it was that drew her to him.
It had been a Saturday. Ellie was preparing to go shopping with a friend when her mobile phone shrilled into life. She had received a text message - someone loved her - but who was it? Her heart sank when she clocked the sender: Jack.
'The coast is clear. Come over now,' it said.
She knew she didn't want to see him, she knew she already had plans, yet she knew she wouldn't say no. Like a robot, Ellie carried on getting ready, picked up her bag, found her car keys, shut the front door and drove straight to his house.
She didn't feel anticipation, she didn't feel excited. But then, she already knew what was in store. Sometimes Jack liked to surprise her, but she knew him so well these days it was almost as though she could anticipate his next move. Would today be any different?
He didn't live far away, a 10 minute drive perhaps, and he was waiting for her when she arrived. He opened the front door as she walked up the path and said he already had the kettle on.
They always did this: they exchanged niceties, he made a brew, they sat on the sofa holding their mugs - waiting for the liquid to cool down. Somehow they never got to drinking the tea.
Today looked to be no different. Jack asked her if she wanted tea or coffee - Ellie decided on coffee as she revelled in its bitter taste and enjoyed the high the caffeine still gave her.
She kicked off her shoes, turned her mobile to silent mode, and waited for Jack to bring in the coffee. When he came in he told her to stand up off the sofa and strip for him. Luckily, Ellie had put on presentable lingerie this morning. He matching bra and knickers were made from pale peach-coloured French silk with delicate sections in semi-transparent lace.
Confident in the knowledge her body drove him wild, Ellie began to slowly take off her clothes.
He sat on the sofa watching her intently, concentrating on the body that was slowly beginning to emerge. Ellie possessed curvy thighs. Jack loved her to wrap the soft, white, flesh of her thighs around him when they had sex. She turned slightly so he could catch a glimpse of her ass. It, too, was full. But she was aware it was pert and that many a man had fallen in love with her buttocks before even seeing her face.
By now, Ellie knew she was wet and that, if she were to part her legs even only slightly, Jack would be able to see the moisture forming a small, oily, stain on her silk panties. But now his attention had diverted to her breasts. These, too, were pert. Small, with large pink nipples, which were now in bud and pressing against the lace of her bra, pushing against the small triangles of fabric.
Jack was fascinated by her emerging figure and, at long last, looked into her eyes. Ellie dropped her gaze. She wasn't shy, just caught up in the role she was playing. But, looking down, she could see Jack's erection lifting the fabric of his dressing gown. Immediately dropping to her knees, Ellie took the fabric and lifted it away from his cock. She let out a small gasp. Yes! Again, Peter had tried to surprise her and was wearing a pair of women's knickers. They, too, were made of silk. Not French, mind, this was cheaper, but soft to the touch all the same. Ellie liked the sight of his hard cock peeping out of the top of these knickers, so wholly unsuitable for a man's body. Leaning over, she circled the tip of his cock with her finger and looked up into his eyes, enjoying the fleeting feeling of power, before leaning over further and taking his cock into her mouth.
As Ellie sucked, her mind wandered. What was she doing? What was she getting from this encounter? As yet, Jack had not even touched her.
'Get up,' Jack said suddenly. 'Take off your underwear and sit on the armchair.'
