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Independence | Clare London
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“W
HAT
?”
I said.
I stood in front of the open wardrobe door and looked
back over my shoulder at the bed, my fingers hooked inside
the top of my new black panties. I paused, my hands at my
hips. “Do you have a problem with my choice of underwear?
I seem to remember you once liked the idea of my cross-
dressing.”
He was propped up against the headboard: naked,
relaxed, watching as always. When he shook his head, the
thick, messy black curls fell over his forehead. His dusky
skin glowed with the faint sheen of sweat, and his eyes
looked almost painfully wide. The gaze was steady, though.
That was as always too.
“No problem at all,” he said, his voice low. Any softness
was deceptive; I should know that by now. His gaze had
slipped away, but now darted back to meet mine. “I’m sure I
can be… tolerant.” He’d been looking at the place where the
black lace edging nestled into the top of my inner thigh.
I smiled very gently. “Fine. I’ll continue, then.” I
stretched lazily, turning my back to him again. “It’s
important that I wear my best for you. From the very basics
up.” The cool air through the bedroom window brushed
between my bare shoulder blades. It teased at the loose links
hanging down from my collar, and they chinked softly. Cool
silver metal; warm, tanned skin. He liked the contrast of
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colors and textures. And the touch of it, of course. I braced
my legs a little farther apart and lifted a hand to my mouth.
He couldn’t see everything from this angle, of course, but
he’d know what I was doing. He’d hear the sucking sounds
as I licked my fingers. When I slid my hand down to my
chest, he’d also know how it looked, my saliva-slicked
fingertips teasing at my nipple rings. I’d performed many
times before, in front of him.
“Just deciding on a shirt,” I murmured, though I didn’t
reach any farther into the wardrobe. “Just browsing.” I ran
my fingers down over my belly, enjoying the way the muscles
clenched up underneath my touch, even though I expected
it. Goose bumps followed the line of hairs, and the skin
tightened with anticipation around my groin. Under the soft
silk of the panties, my cock started to swell. A damp patch
appeared on the front of the fabric, the size of a penny,
staining it a darker black. I knew the back view would show
the panties tightening across my ass.
He coughed. It might have been a groan, choked back at
the last moment.
“Maybe not this color.” I made myself sound thoughtful.
“I may change again.” I put my hands back on my hips,
slipping a finger in under the elasticized top. I teased down
one side of the briefs, tugging them a few inches over my hip.
The cloth bunched unevenly at the back, catching between
my buttocks. I clenched my cheeks, swung my hips gently
from side to side, and wriggled it out again.
That was definitely a groan behind me. Couldn’t mistake
that pained sound. The bed creaked gently, too, as if he
shifted awkwardly on it.
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I smiled again. “They must fit well,” I whispered. “I need
to feel good, as well as look good.” Instead of pulling the
panties down on the other side as well, I slid my whole hand
inside them, cupping my crotch. I bit back a gasp, the flimsy
lace brushing over my palm as I rubbed my hand in between
the front of the panties and my dick. From the back, he
would see the movement of my wrist, and his imagination
would supply the rest of the picture: my fingers curling
greedily around my cock, the shaft thickening. “Feels good.” I
nodded and sighed. “Feels free.”
My other hand stroked almost absentmindedly against
my thigh, caressing the skin, moving down into the valley
between my legs and under my barely-covered balls. The
panties shifted down again, no match for my indulgent, two-
handed activity. I glanced down, and I could see the head of
my cock easing out of the top of them. It was purple,
glistening, hungry. My knuckles nudged at the cock ring
around its base, the burst of pained sensation even sharper.
I was impatient, despite the illusion of control. My groin
ached, the blood throbbing along my dick, the pulse of my
skin insistent. I finally pushed the lace down at the other
side, the panties now snagged around the top of my thighs. I
clenched my buttocks and flexed my shoulders. He liked me
lithe rather than musclebound, but I knew the ripple under
my skin would look good from behind. A single drop of sweat
trickled down from the small of my back into the channel
between my cheeks. It was warm.
I heard the mattress squeak as he swung his legs over
the side of the bed and stood up. His strength was always
graceful too. I listened to his footsteps until he paused a foot
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or so behind me, maybe waiting for me to speak. I wouldn’t
be allowed any protest, of course.
But I didn’t speak. Instead, I tightened my hand around
my cock and started pumping lazily. I let my head drop back
and the links around my neck chinked like coins in his
pocket. My other hand slid over my hip and down my back to
grasp at my ass, squeezing the flesh and tugging the cheeks
apart.
A deeper groan this time. He’d moved very close,
because I could feel his breath on my neck. He placed a
hand on my ass and his knee nudged between my spread
legs, his skin a little warmer than mine. The movement
tugged the lace of the panties even farther down my legs. It
felt good, to feel the delicate silk creeping down over the taut
muscles of my thighs toward my knees.
“I can wear what I like today, you said,” I murmured.
“My choice. My day of independence.” I licked my lips. My
head still hung back, my hair brushing the nape of my neck.
He liked me to wear it long, unstyled. “No problem, you
said.”
“Yes, that’s what I said. Don’t challenge me too far, boy.”
I was startled at how close he’d come, how hot his torso felt
at my back. Both of his hands were on my ass now,
spreading me. Then one finger slid down my crack to nudge
a knuckle against my hole. He was making the slow, firm,
circular movement that stimulated the muscles there,
making the pucker flex open and relax with its need. It was
making me damp too. At some point, he’d covered his fingers
with lube.
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“So I’ll just… continue getting changed,” I said. I was a
little breathless now. When his finger teased inside my hole,
I leaned forward, landing both hands on the wardrobe frame
to stabilize myself. He fingered in and out of me, his breath
shallow, any answer or order from him deteriorating to a
grunt in my ear. He knew just how far to reach, to make the
excitement spark deep and dark in my belly. The panties
slipped down past my knees, hanging loose now.
He didn’t speak, but his breath hitched.
“Please,” I whispered back.
He put a hand against the small of my back and pushed
me down, more gently than I’d expected. I bent over at the
waist, my head hanging down between my outstretched
arms. The fingers of his free hand curled around my collar
and grasped it tight, holding my head in place. His groin
bumped at my ass, his cock thick and heavy and pushing for
entrance. The panties slid down to my ankles and I lifted one
foot out of them. I opened my legs even wider, tilting my hips
up.
He slid into me, pushing not slowly, not fiercely. Just
right. My turn to groan.
“I told you, you can do what you like.” His tongue
flickered around my ear; his voice was hoarse. “That’s what I
promised.” He was pressed against my back, fingers gripping
the flesh of my hip, thrusting hungrily in and out of me. His
skin was covered in sweat, and parts of it stuck to my own,
making soft, sucking sounds as we moved in rhythm.
“I can’t…” I gasped, and he understood my plea,
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reaching under me and releasing the ring. “I’ll come,” I cried.
I felt his head nod, the bristle of his jaw against my
neck. He’d promised, no permission needed today, but I
craved it regardless.
I came. I was already thick-tongued with desire, my
flesh too sensitive to bear more than a couple more strokes
of my palm. I groaned, the seed spitting out of me, dripping
over my fist and arm. I looked down through heavy-lidded
eyes, watching a thin rope of it dangle from my wrist, then
drop in slow motion onto the small heap of lace at my feet.
Behind me, he cried out, a guttural, involuntary sound.
His hips clenched tightly against me, driving more deeply
inside than my muscles could cope with, just for that
second. I shuddered against him, gasping, making myself
relax, welcoming the feeling of him swelling inside me,
climaxing into me.
I leaned against the wardrobe door, waiting for my heart
rate to steady, and he lay against my back, panting heavily. I
sighed in contentment, and he shifted, releasing his full
weight off me, though he still clung. His cock was softening
quickly inside my ass, and when he moved a small trickle of
come oozed out, tickling the soft hairs at the top of my thigh.
“The day’s not over yet. I can still wear what I like?” I
teased, clenching around him, reminding him of the
pressure there’d been inside me a mere moment before.
“I said so, didn’t I?” he grumbled, maybe regretting his
indulgence of me. Yawning, he straightened back up,
loosening his hold. I knew when I looked down I’d see
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shallow fingertip-shaped dips where he’d gripped my flesh. “I
don’t care what you wear….”
I opened my mouth to thank him again, but then he
chuckled, a warm, breathy sound, his pleasure tickling my
ear.
“…as long as it’s the black pair!”
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Clare London took her pen name from the city where she
lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic,
testosterone-fueled family home, she juggles her writing with
the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she
can afford to give up her day job as an accountant.
She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with
novels and short stories published both online and in print.
She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say
she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good
fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male
romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical
passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about
strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.
Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky
chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind…
she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic,
testosterone-fueled family home.
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