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Lukas sat in his desk chair, facing his bed. It was still unmade, which was practically unheard of. He couldn’t even remember the last time he left his room without making the bed. You see, Lukas had a routine. Every morning, he woke up, went to the bathroom, made the bed and got ready for the day. But today he just…couldn’t. He had woken up to an empty bed where her scent still lingered and a text message on his phone. 

Scarlett: Sorry I snuck out – you looked like you needed sleep. 

His first instinct had been to text her back. Before even getting out of bed, he had written that she shouldn’t have snuck out and that she would be coming on his tongue this very second if only she had stayed. 

He didn’t send it. 

He should have. He knew that. But he didn’t, because clearly, he’s a fucking idiot. 

So yeah, he didn’t make the bed. Maybe to punish himself, or maybe because he wanted to be reminded of her every time he looked at his rumbled sheets. He honestly didn’t know why, he only knew that he had almost called her multiple times during the day, but he had talked himself out of it every single time even though he wanted nothing more than to hear her voice. 

Well, that was a lie. There were things he wanted more. Her taste on his tongue. The feeling of her soft skin under his hands. The sounds she made when he covered her mouth as she came for him so beautifully. Her lips around his cock. 

It was a pretty extensive list, and every single item on it involved Scarlett. 

That was the thing though – he wanted her so fucking badly and for some stupid fucking reason, he had to prove to himself that he could distance himself from her. That he could go without talking to her. Without seeing her. He needed to prove to himself that he could deny himself. So there he sat, staring at his bed like a crazy person while writing a text he knew he would delete as soon as it was finished. Just like he had deleted the rest of them. 

My bed felt empty this morning. You didn’t have to sneak out

Delete. 

You were so good for me last night. So perfect. 

Delete . 

I can’t stop thinking about you. The little sounds you made. How well you took what I gave you. I can’t wait to…

Delete

“Helvetes jävla skit,” he muttered to himself and threw his phone on the bed. Why was he so fucking pathetic? And why was he so dead set on proving to himself that he could go without the thing he craved the most? What was wrong with him?

Well, there were probably quite a few things wrong with him. He knew that Scarlett would be upset by his lack of communication. He knew that he risked losing her before he had even truly had her. He knew all of this, yet he couldn’t help himself. This incessant need to prove to himself that he could deny himself the things he wanted was such an integral part of who he was, he had no idea how to quit doing it. As a child, it had been all about not eating sweets or sleeping on the floor next to his brand new bed for months. It had been about suffering just to prove to himself that he would survive it. It had been about discipline . About being able to endure difficult things. 

And now, as he sat in his chair staring at the bed where he had almost fucked her, he wondered if he would be able to endure not touching her for 15 fucking days. He wondered if maybe this was the time he failed. 

Only time will tell, he told himself. 

15 days. 

That’s how long he had to go without seeing her or talking to her. Just fifteen days. 

He could do it. He hoped. 

The question was just if she would be there when he finally let himself contact her. If she would still be interested in this thing that they had started. If she would let him fuck her and take care of her and do all of the things she had written that she wanted to try. 

He reached for the note on his desk.

He had already read it more times than he could count – had it memorized to the point that if you woke him up in the middle of the night, he would be able to tell you every single thing Scarlett wanted him to do to her. He traced his fingers over the paper and found comfort in seeing her handwriting there in black ink. Seeing her little x’s next to the things she wanted him to do to her. The asterisks next to the things she was still unsure about. 

He still couldn’t believe that he had found such a perfect match. 

That the girl he had watched and wanted for two fucking years, even when he had a girlfriend and shouldn’t have looked at other girls, was this fucking perfect for him. He didn’t like to admit it, but it scared the shit out of him. If he fucked this up, which he probably would, he would lose the closest thing to heaven that he had ever tasted. 

Han var verkligen världens största idiot. 

He should put the note away. He should go shower, or maybe go and hit his head against the wall until he fell asleep because it was almost midnight and he needed to be up at the ass crack of dawn for training tomorrow. There were so many things he should do, but the only thing he wanted to do, apart from calling Scarlett and telling her to come over, was to imagine all the dirty things she would let him do to her. 

He traced his finger over the little x next to the words orgasm denial. 

They had already experimented with that a little yesterday. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the frustration on her face when he told her that he wouldn’t make her come right there in the lab. 

“I don’t think you want it enough,” he had told her. In all honesty, he had known how badly she had wanted to come on his fingers right then and there, but he also knew how much sweeter something tasted if you waited. If you let yourself go without, just for a little longer. 

Good things come to those who wait. 

He wondered how long he could make her wait. Yesterday, it had only been an hour or so, and it was only because he had been so desperate to get his hands on her. To taste her. Feel her. 

God, he had wanted to fuck her. It would have been so easy too, when he had her naked and willing right there on his bed, but he had needed to wait. He knew that he would have this urge to deny himself, and he knew that there was no way he would be able to stay away from her if he had actually fucked her properly. 

Lukas closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. Just thinking about what they had done, and hadn’t done, yesterday had him hard as a fucking rock. He put Scarlett’s list on the desk and rested his hand on his stomach. 

He imagined calling her. She might be a little bit pissed that he didn’t answer her text, but he knew that she would pick up. If only to hear why he hadn’t tried to contact her until now. He could imagine her breathy little “Hi,” when she answered the phone. He wouldn’t bother greeting her. He wouldn’t need to. 

He would just tell her to put her airpods in, take her clothes off and lie on her bed. In that order. She needed to be able to use both her hands, after all. And even though he wouldn’t be able to see her, he knew that she would do exactly as he said. If yesterday had proved anything, it was how willing Scarlett was to follow directions. How she seemed to have longed for someone to tell her what to do, at least sexually. She was so eager to please, which pleased him immensely. 

Lukas let his hand slide underneath his joggers. He wasn’t wearing underwear. He gripped his cock and for just a second, Scarlett’s face flashed before his eyes. The way she had looked up at him as he fucked that pretty little mouth of hers. Fuck, he wasn’t going to last long. 

He knew that if he told her to put her hands between her thighs, she would find herself wet already from only his voice. “So desperate for me. You could probably come to only my voice, couldn’t you?” he would tease her. Make her think that she was actually going to be allowed to come. He would tell her to touch herself slowly. To let her hands travel over her stomach. Her perfect breasts. He would tell her to tease her little nipples until they ached. He knew she liked that – the pain. If she could, and if he let her, she would probably want to live right there on the sweet edge between pain and pleasure. 

“You can touch your aching little clit now,” he would instruct her. “Slowly. Gently.”

He could practically hear that little gasp she would make as soon as her fingers found their way to where she needed them most. Could hear her moan as she was getting closer. 

“Two fingers inside, Scarlett. Need to stretch you for me.”

He had seen the way she had looked at his cock yesterday – with awe, and nervousness. He knew that he was bigger than the average guy, just like he knew that she would take it all one day. 

He stroked his cock faster. 

He would praise her while she touched herself – call her a good girl, tell her how perfect she is and how much he wants to be the one to touch her. He would tell her to put the heel of her palm against her clit as she fucked herself with her fingers, which, he knew, would bring her right to the edge. 

And that’s when he would tell her to stop. 

She would whine and complain, but do as she was told. 

Wouldn’t you Scarlett? So fucking eager to be good. 

“You can’t come until I tell you to,” he would tell her. “Why is that, Scarlett?”

“Because you own my pleasure.” That sounded like something she would say. 

“That’s right.”

Then he would hang up. 

The next day, he would do it all again. And, if he felt like it, the day after that too. 

He wondered how long it would take for her to start begging him to let her come. Probably not long at all. He wondered how many days he could tease har and bring her to the edge over and over again, only to leave her unfulfilled. Three days sounded fair. Fifteen were probably too many. 

It didn’t really matter how many days. All that mattered was that when he’d finally decide to let her come, he was going to be the one to do it. He was going to be the one to drag the pleasure from her body, the one to taste her sweetness. And the wait would make it all that much sweeter, for them both. 

When Lukas came in his own hand like a fucking teenager, he had to bite his lips to keep the moan from escaping. 

He looked at the clock next to his bed. It read 00.19.
One day down. Fourteen to go. 

The next day, he did wake up at the ass crack of dawn and he did train for hours before going to his classes. During lunch, he worked on the project for Olive. In other words, he kept busy. When he came home, he stripped his bed and made it with new sheets that didn’t smell like Scarlett. Sleeping in that bed had been some sort of fucked of version of both heaven and hell. Heaven, because a small part of his brain actually thought that she had been there, in bed, with him. Hell, because she hadn’t been. 

That morning he had seen her at Avery, and he had felt her eyes on him while he was talking to Kyle. And, like the asshat he was, he tried to ignore her. He didn’t even look at her, but it had taken every single ounce of his willpower to not go over and talk to her. To not say fuck it , and go fuck her . 

It had only been two days, but it felt like a fucking eternity. Now that he had finally gotten a taste of what sex could be like with her, it was all he could think of. He had never been this horny in his fucking life, not even when he was 14 and all his hormones seemed to want one thing, and one thing only. 

That night, he once again turned to his own imagination in order to try to calm the fire that seemed to be coursing through his veins these days. It had been one thing to only imagine what it would feel like to find someone who wanted the same things as he wanted sexually, but now that he had actually found his perfect match, and decided to stay away from her, his body was just constantly on edge. 

He wondered what she was doing. Wondered if she was thinking about him, too. If she was touching herself thinking about what they had done together, and what they could do together, if only Lukas hadn’t been so fucking desperate to torture himself. 

If she ever forgives me for this , he thought to himself, I will ask her if she ever came to the thought of me. 

The best thing about fantasies was that they didn’t include his fucking roomates. In his fantasies, he didn’t have to think about the sounds that would travel through the walls to Kyle and Hassan. He didn’t have to think about how he had to cover the lower part of Scarlett’s face with his hand just to keep her from screaming in pleasure, even though he very much liked thinking about that. He especially liked how fucking wet it had made her. How she had seemed to come almost from that alone. As if him controlling the very air she breathes gets her off. 

x breathplay. 

It was one of the things on her list, and Lukas was very happy to oblige. Another thing on her list, one that Lukas hadn’t been able to get out of his mind all fucking day, was one of the things that came with a little note after. 

x impact play. Note: Spanking is okay. Open to toys. Interested in flogging. Can be used for punishment, but don’t tell me I’m bad. 

He couldn’t ever imagine telling her that she was bad, or that she didn’t please him. He was glad that she wasn’t interested in degradation or humiliation because in all honesty, he didn’t know if would ever be able to degrade her. She was perfect and he intended on telling her so every chance he got. 

Well, after the 15 days were up, of course. 

He was hard when he got into bed and he knew that it would take him mere minutes to find release tonight. 

For the second time that week, but definitely not the last, he let his hand travel to his cock. He held it and applied pressure, just the right amount. Just on that edge of the pain. 

Pain . 

The thing Scarlett seemed to crave. He imagined her in a skirt. He didn’t really have time to come up with a fucking backstory – this wasn’t a bad porno – but she was in a black skirt and a light blue top and she was in his room and that was everything he needed for this fantasy to work. 

He thought about kissing her. He thought about pushing her up against the wall, one of his thighs firmly planted between her thighs. Her hands twisted in his shirt. Her hips moving against his thigh, so desperate to find release. He would take her hands and pin them over her head, and then, he would remove his thigh. In this fantasy, he was wearing gray joggers. And in this fantasy, Scarlett was soaked. 

He would shake his head and force her to look at the mess she made on his thigh. “Messy girl,” he would whisper in her ear, making goosebumps appear on her neck. “So fucking desperate for me.”

Before she could say anything his lips would be on hers again, swallowing every word. He would use one hand to squeeze that perfect ass of hers and she would moan at the sensation. 

“You’re late,” he would tell her, his lips still ghosting over hers. “You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. I was worried.”

It was a lie because she shared her location with him and if he had been worried, he would go look for her. But for this little scene they were playing out, it was the perfect excuse for what he was planning to do. 

“I’m sorry,” she would say, and then she would give him an excuse that was valid, but one he didn’t really care about. 

“You’re not. But you will be.”

It wouldn’t take long to have her across his lap on the bed. Slowly, he would pull her skirt up, his fingertips teasing the backs of her thighs. And then, without much warning, he would pull on her panties just to make the fabric go into her ass, leaving the cheeks bare. 

This wasn’t the first time he thought about spanking Scarlett, and it wouldn’t be the last. Somehow, he knew that she would love it. He knew that it was one of those things she had thought about time and time again while imagining herself in a d/s relationship. Even though they had never talked about it – he knew. Just like he knew that he would take every single thing he gave her. His perfect girl. 

He would tell her to count. He wouldn’t care if she was loud. 

He would stroke her ass gently, building anticipation. And when he finally spanked her, she would almost forget to count. But just almost. 

One, she would gasp. And he would give her what she needed. 

Two. Three. Four. 

He wouldn’t have to put his fingers under her underwear to know that this was making her even wetter. 

“You like this, huh?” he would ask, as if he didn’t already know the answer. “Is this making you wet?” And before she could answer, he would spank her again. 

“Five, and yes.”

Her ass would turn pink, and then a beautiful shade of red. He had to be careful with his strength, making sure to not leave any lasting marks. That was another of her little notes. 

Marks are okay. Bites, hickeys and bruises. But I need to be able to hide them. 

In other words: marks were only okay on the places on her body that her swimsuit covered. Which wasn’t much at all. 

In this fantasy, Scarlett came on the fifteenth spanking. 

Fucking Fifteen. 

He stroked himself faster. Harder. Imagined pushing two fingers into her while murmuring how he loved giving her the pain she so clearly craved. How he needed to feel her coming on his fingers, and then his tongue. He imagined moving them so that she was face down on the bed, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks. Her panties would still be on. They were pink, just like the ones she had worn two days ago. 

He had to bite his own palm as he came all over his stomach.

13 days left. But who was counting?

On the third day, he trained harder than usual. When he was done swimming, he went to the weights room with Pen. He could see the way Scarlett watched them as they walked off together, and he knew that she was pissed, even though she tried to hide it. Tried to act indifferent. 

God, he hated himself for what he was doing to her. 

He tried to not ask Pen about Scarlett. Tried to let her talk as he trained. He needed the distraction. It was mean, he supposed, to use his ex-girlfriend as a distraction so he wouldn’t think about fucking her friend. What a fucking mess. 

“So yeah, I’m like super stressed and I might fail the next exam, but I’m having lunch with Scarlett in the dining hall tomorrow and she said she’ll show me her notes so that should help…” Pen rambled, and Lukas didn’t know what she had said before, or after, but he heard Scarlett’s name, and something in him was on high alert. 

Lunch. Tomorrow. Dining hall. 

When he came home that evening, he went out for a run. When he came back, he did push ups before getting in the shower. In the shower, he made himself think about his upcoming exam. When he brushed his teeth, he scrolled his phone mindlessly, trying to numb everything and make his brain too tired to think. 

It worked. 

That night, Lukas finally fell asleep before midnight. 

On the fourth day, he somehow found himself in the dining hall around lunch time. 

And, surprise, surprise, Pen and Scarlett were there. 

Fuck, he was pathetic. 

He had brought Johan with him, telling him he didn’t feel like eating alone. It wasn’t a lie, per se. But he also wouldn’t have gone to the fucking dining hall unless he knew that a certain someone would be there. Like a fucking creep.

Johan was talking to him in Swedish about a new tv-show that Lukas ‘just had to watch’ (he wouldn’t), and all the while, Lukas was glancing at Scarlet. She was sitting a few tables away, her back against them. She was engrossed in a conversation with Pen, which gave Lukas all the time he needed to study her. To memorize how she moved. How her nose scrunched just before she laughed. How she played with the end of her braid every time Pen picked up her phone to text someone.  

So desperate to be seen, aren’t you? he thought to himself. I see you, Scarlett. I might be the only person who truly sees you. 

When Pen turned her phone to Scarlett to show her something, Lukas watched how the braid she had been playing with now fell down her back. He wondered what it would feel like to wrap it around his hand and tug her to him. Would it make her gasp? Moan? Maybe both? The braid almost made him think of rope. 

That was one of the things on Scarlett’s list. Bondage. Rope. God , he couldn’t wait to see her tied up, all at his mercy. 

“Lukas, lyssnar du ens?” Johan asked, bringing him back to the present. 

Lukas reluctantly tore his gaze away from her . “Mhm,” he answered, though it was a lie. He had not been listening. Which Johan knew, since he was looking at him with narrowed eyes. Thankfully, Johan also knew that Lukas wasn’t one to talk about himself, so he didn’t bother asking him why he seemed so off. Instead, he just said that they needed to hurry up and go to Avery. Lukas was thankful to have something that could occupy his mind for a while. 

However, when he came home, there was not a single thing that could stop him from imagining Scarlett tied up on his bed. Or to his bed. Fuck, she would be so pretty in ropes

Maybe he would tie her hands to his headboard, and…

No. 

No, he shouldn’t be doing this. He had told himself that he could stay away from her. Shouldn’t that include not fantasizing about her all the fucking time? If he really wanted to prove to himself that he could stay away, and if he was going to risk losing her just because he was a stupid fuck, he should at least suffer a bit more than he already was. She didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Even though he spent every minute of his days thinking about her, she didn’t know that. She thought that he was ignoring her. In her mind, they had fucked and then he disappeared. Ghosted her. 

Yeah, he really deserved to suffer. Which meant no wanking off to the thought of her body on his bed. Her mouth on his cock. That sweet little moan…

“Jesus christ,” he groaned and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Varför är jag såhär?”

He barely slept that night. 

Isn’t it funny though, how sometimes you can be so determined to do something ( or in Lukas’s case: to stay away from something and deny himself pleasure) but your body, or brain, just fucks up your plans. 

On the fifth day, he thought he had managed to go an entire day without thinking a single improper thought about Scarlet Vandermeer. One day that had felt like a small eternity, sure, but still. He almost felt proud of himself as he got into bed that evening with only a book as company. He was not allowing any thoughts of her this evening. 

He shouldn’t have bothered. His brain had other plans. 

That night, Scarlett visited him in a dream. 

Clearly, he hadn’t been able to get the idea of her tied up on his bed out of his head, because that is exactly where she was in this dream. She was on her back, her wrists bound and tied to the headboard and her legs tied together, and in the dream, Lukas was currently tying a vibrator to one of her thighs. One of those magic wands that kind of reminded him of a back massager. The rope was purple and the toy was black, and those were the only colors on her body, apart from the pretty blush on her cheeks and chest. She was staring up at the ceiling, just as he had instructed. 

Dream-Lukas inspected his handiwork, and when he pressed the vibrator to her clit, she gasped. Oh sweet girl, it isn’t even on yet. 

Lukas chuckled and stood up. “You begged me to let you come, didn’t you?” he asked as he walked to stand beside her head, letting his fingers gently caress her skin over her hip, her stomach. He stopped at her breast and squeezed one of her perfect little nipples, eliciting a whimper from her swollen lips. “Didn’t you?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she breathed. He could tell that she was so fucking desperate for her release. 

Oh, if you only knew what was coming for you. 

He pulled out two items from his pocket. He placed a pen in one of her hands. 

“Click it,” he ordered, and she did as she was told. 

“Good girl. If you want me to stop, you click that pen, okay?”

She looked up at him. “Isn’t saying stop enough?”

“It would be,” he said, and held up the other item. “If you were able to speak.”

They had talked about ball gags before, both agreeing that it wasn’t really their thing. That didn’t mean that Scarlett didn’t like the idea of not being able to talk during sex though. No, quite the opposite actually. She liked it when he covered her mouth to keep her quiet. She liked when he was in control . When he decided what she could and couldn’t do. 

“Open up,” he instructed, and then he placed her light blue panties in her mouth. 

She held his gaze with those beautiful eyes of hers, showing him that she trusted him completely. There was truly no greater feeling than that – than being trusted. That she knew that he could hurt her but wouldn’t. He caressed her cheek lovingly. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

He reached down to the vibrator. “Since you were so desperate to come, let’s see how many you can give me.” 

He watched as her eyes grew wide for just a second before he turned the vibrator on. He chose the setting she liked the most and made sure that it was positioned exactly where she needed it. When he looked back at her face, her eyes were closed. 

Lukas pulled up his chair next to the bed, sat down and let his eyes travel over her naked body. Over the purple rope he had tied around her wrists and legs. Over her perfect breasts that rose and fell as she breathed. He knew that she was close already. Had been close since she entered this room. 

“Baby, open your eyes.” And as always, she did as she was told. Such a good, obedient girl. 

Her eyes were glassy, just like they always were just before she came. “You’re gonna come for me.” It wasn’t a question. 

When the first orgasm hit, he watched her legs tense and her press back into the pillow. She closed her eyes, which he would forgive just this once. She moaned around her underwear and Lukas had to grasp the armrest on the chair to keep himself from reaching for his cock.

“Do you like the taste of yourself?” he asked, his eyes heavy and his cock straining. God, he was itching to touch her. To taste her. “Do you like to taste what I do to you?”

Whatever she said was muffled by the fabric, but she nodded as her eyes returned to his. 

“That was one.”

The next two came quickly. He really loved that she could come multiple times. He could too, which, he had come to understand, wasn’t very common for guys. 

“Three,” he told her, as though she wasn’t very aware of the number of orgasms she had gotten in the past few minutes. “Can you take more?” he asked. She hadn’t clicked the pen and she didn’t want him to check in too often, but he always did when they tried something new like this. 

She nodded and a single tear fell from her eye. 

“Good. You’re doing so well for me,” he praised before lowering his voice. “You are so pretty when you cry.”

She was moving her hips as though she was trying to get away from the vibrator, or maybe press herself to it harder. He guessed the latter, though, since she was likely to be very overstimulated by now. He reached over and lowered the setting on the toy and he could almost see her smile in relief. 

“Just one more for me, okay baby? Just one more, and then I’ll give you what you really need.”

Again, she nodded and took a deep breath through her nose. Lukas stood up again and walked over to the bed. He was wearing joggers, which made it very easy to just pull them down as he reached for the fabric currently in Scarlett's mouth. He pulled the underwear out and let them fall to the floor. She turned her face to him and he placed one hand behind her head, holding her steady. He didn’t need to say what he wanted her to do. It was obvious. 

She opened her mouth and he placed the head of his cock between her lips. She licked the small bead of precum from his tip and smiled at him. “Beautiful girl,” he whispered as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. “Letting me do whatever I want to you.” She still couldn’t take all of him, which didn’t bother him one bit. Just seeing those plush, pink lips around his cock had him close to the edge within seconds. When he reached her limit, he pulled back slightly. “You love it when I fuck this perfect little mouth, don’t you?”

Scarlett hummed in answer and the feeling of it had him tightening his grip on her hair. 

He fucked her mouth slowly, trying to savour every last bit of this feeling. Her lips. Her tongue. The occasional pain from her teeth. Just the way he liked it. 

He pulled out just as he felt that rush, and he could hear her whimper at the loss of his cock in her mouth. The loss of his come on her tongue. He knew that she liked swallowing, but he liked seeing his come on her body, and this was about him. What he wanted. 

Her breasts looked gorgeous covered in him. 

She joined him mere moments after, her empty mouth finally able to let out a scream as her fourth orgasm tore through her body. 

“Shh,” he soothed and kneeled down beside the bed. He turned off the vibrator. “You did so well.” He began to untie her legs and he could hear how she was trying to catch her breath. 

As he stood up again, he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. Scarlett lifted her head slightly, her eyes focusing on his cock. 

“Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Very much,” she answered, an equally teasing grin on her face. 

He dragged his finger through his come on her breast and held it up to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, closed her eyes, and licked. “Mmm,” she moaned, and the sound made Lukas fully hard again. Ready to go again. 

He smiled a wicked smile. “Turn around,” he ordered. 

He could have helped her, but he liked seeing her struggle a little. Turning over wasn’t the easiest task with your hands bound. He watched the rope between her hands and the metal rod in his headboard twist. With her legs unbound, she could scoot up a bit on the bed, making it a bit more comfortable for her. 

“Get up on your knees and spread your legs.”

She did. 

He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down, making her arch for him. Gently, he massaged her ass, staring at her perfect cunt. “Such a mess,” he teased. “Is this all for me?” 

“Yes,” she breathed as he let his thumb caress her swollen lips. “All for you.”

“That’s right. All for me.” 

He kneeled behind her on the bed and placed his cock at her entrance. “And you will take everything I give you, won’t you?”

He sank into her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. 

Her breath hitched. “Yes. All of it.”

As he bottomed out, he grabbed her hips with both hands, holding her steady. Making her feel all of him. “Fuck, so tight.”

She only whimpered in response. 

He pulled out slowly, watching his cock get coated in her juices. God, it was the best fucking feeling in the world. Fucking Scarlett was better than winning the fucking olympics. 

He repeated the motion again, letting her get used to his size before one of his hands traveled to her ass, his thumb massaging her between her cheeks. 

He could feel her tense, but she never clicked the pen. 

This was another thing on her list - ass play. 

And play, he would. 

As he once more pushed his cock into her cunt, he let his thumb push into her tight little ass. 

“Fuck, Lukas, I…” Scarlett moaned. “I can’t–”

“You can,” he moved his hips faster, “and you will, because this is what I want, and you want to please me.”

“Yes,” she gasped as he let his thumb sink even deeper into her. 

“You love this don’t you? Being filled? Being used .”

“Please, Lukas.”

“Please what, love?”

She buried her face in the pillow and groaned. He could feel her tighten around him. Could feel her get close again . 

He kept his thumb still in her ass while he fucked her hard, burying his cock in her over and over. Hitting that spot that made her see stars. He needed to last until she came. He needed to feel her coming on his cock. He needed to…

“Lukas!” His name on her lips had him reaching his own pleasure and when he came, he chanted her name like a prayer. 

Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett. 

He jolted awake, his heart pounding and his cock hard. 

For just a second, he looked around his room, trying to find her. 

Find Scarlett. 

She had been there, right?

It took him way too long to realize that it had all been a dream. 

He should have known. Real life couldn’t be that perfect, could it?

On the sixth day, Lukas couldn’t get the dream out of his head. It was playing on repeat like that old, Swedish jingle from the Ipren-commercial. Only, that song was annoying and made him want to rinse his brain with acid every time he thought of it (which was too often to admit), and the dream was as far from annoying as something could get. It had been pure perfection . He couldn’t believe that his brain had come up with something like that while he slept. Then again, he had never let himself imagine what it would feel like to actually fuck Scarlett, but he guessed that his body and unconscious mind knew what he wanted the most, t hose traitorous bastards. 

Staying away from Scarlett just became a million times more difficult. 

And no, that was not a hyperbole. 

That evening, after replaying the dream over and over in his head, Lukas couldn’t help but to reach for her list. They had checked off a few things on it in that dream, and there were still so many things there that he hadn’t even imagined doing to her yet, mainly because he had told himself that he shouldn’t imagine what it would feel like when he could finally sink into her, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

He wondered if he would ever be able to let her go when he finally had her like that. 

Probably not. 

He would probably become even more obsessed. Would probably take every chance he could get to be inside her. Maybe he would pull down his pants and tell her to sit on his cock while they worked on the research project together. Maybe he would tell her to sit still and let him work. Maybe she would whine and complain, and still do as she was told. 

Maybe he would tell her that she was so good for warming his cock. Maybe he would reward her if she could stay like that until they were finished. 

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe. 

He didn’t even know if she would talk to him after the 15 days. 

Fuck. This was torture. 

And he was starting to hate himself. 

On the seventh day, there was a knock on the door. 

As he walked from his room, he could feel his heart skip a beat. Scarlett , he thought. Please be…

The door swung open only to reveal the last person he had expected to find on his threshold. “What the fuck are you doing here?” 

“Är det så vi hälsar på våra favoritsyskon nu för tiden?”

Jan. 

It was his brother. All the way from the motherland. He was ashamed to admit that he felt disappointed for just a second. He had no idea why Jan was here, and maybe it didn’t matter. 

It was probably for the best , Lukas told himself as he hugged his older brother. He could prove to be a good distraction, and lord did he need one. 

When the seventh day was over, he only had eight more to go. 

Eight days. 

It was an eternity.