"Gorgeous Like That" (Rachel/Billy, London, July 2005, NC-17)
Title: Gorgeous Like That
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy (formerly ripsgirl)
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: A reunion scene somewhat complicated by surprising emotions.
A/N: Set in London, around July 2005, four months after Bound and Kneeling. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
Warnings: a bit of exhibitionism and BDSM.
Rachel's aeroplane is hours and hours late, and the airline personnel are complete gits who apparently have misplaced it -- over Sheffield, or Greenland, one or the other is nearly certain.
Heathrow was never Billy's favourite place, not at the best of times, and especially not when it's overrun with holiday-makers who are braying about their schedules. He sits in the corner of airport bar and nurses his lager, wishing he weren't dressed for the party. Leather trousers truly don't belong here, and he's shocked a teenage Tolkien fan, been chatted up at by two girls, nearly grabbed by a woman old enough to know better, and had to fend off a swishy invitation to a threesome. He's bloody close to leaving, letting a car service pick up Rachel, when a blaring tannoy announces that the plane has landed but will be delayed in off-boarding. As Billy turns to get another drink, his phone rings, and it's Rachel, waving at him through the plane window, not fifty feet away as the crow flies, but miles of customs and immigration to go.
Despite the delay, Rachel is among the first ushered off the plane, and she gets through immigration quickly and retrieves her bags. At last she's through and there's Billy waiting for her. They have a low-key reunion and head out to the car. Rachel's party attire is in her hand luggage, all ready to change into when they get to their destination, but Billy looks scrumptious: black leather trousers and a black shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a delightful amount of chest and the greenstone pendant he always wears. Once they're in the car, in a quiet corner of the car park, they take time to have a proper kiss hello.
"Mmm, missed you," Rachel murmurs when they reluctantly come up for air.
"Yeah," Billy says, licking up her neck, "it's been dull without you." While she's been gone, he's not been celibate by any means: he's had a make-up girl, a threesome with old mates, a phone call or three with Dom's impossibly sexy voice to wank to. But it's as though those never happened, now that Rachel's in his arms, smooth and curvy and smelling like woman. She makes a delightful little sexy moan and he growls, "If we weren't late, I'd bend you over the bonnet of the car and fuck you right here and now." Whether he'd dare to, he's not sure, but it sounds bloody good.
"And get us arrested, and then we'd never make the party," Rachel laughs. She can't resist kissing the triangle of exposed chest, and nuzzling a little. "Did you bring the collar?"
When they'd talked about this, Billy surprised that she'd ask for a collar, even a scene collar, so soon. But now, fuck, he wants see it on her. "That I did," he says, as he reaches back into his bag and pulls it out, all red leather and brass grommets, "do you want it on now?"
"Not yet," Rachel says, thrilled. "I'd like to kneel for you in front of everyone when you put it on..." She puts her hand on Billy's cheek, "If that's okay with you."
Billy groans and leans in to kiss her hard, pushing into her mouth and holding the back of her head so she can't escape. Not that she seems to want to, rather, she's opening for him and welcoming him in.
Eventually they manage to stop kissing long enough that Billy can drive them to the party. It's at a large house in west London, and doesn't take long to get to from Heathrow. They park in the street and make their way into the house, two bouncers on the door checking invitations and ID. Rachel asks where she can change, and is shown into a large bathroom. "Will you wait for me?" she asks Billy.
"Of course, I'll await your entrance," he says, kissing her hand. Watching Rachel dress is fun, but Billy can forgo it this time. He watches the action: not much yet, mainly half-naked slaves, some shagging, and a woman dressed in bright pink spanking a man in a back corner. He recognises a few faces (and arses), but no one seems to notice him, which is fine.
Her outfit complete, Rachel studies herself in the full-length mirror. All it needs is the collar. She stuffs her clothes in her bag and takes a deep breath before opening the door.
The door's movement catches Billy's eye and he turns to watch Rachel walk out, her eyes meeting his. He deliberately looks down her body, smiling with appreciation as he sees her tits barely covered, her waist narrowed by the corset, and nothing else but a little flirty skirt. "Fantastic," he murmurs, and suddenly notices how many other people agree.
Smiling, Rachel takes a couple of steps so she's in front of him, and kneels. She lowers her head and folds her hands in her lap. Yours, her whole posture says, and she wants everyone to know it. She belongs to Billy.
"Lovely perfect girl," Billy says, looking down at her. She's giving over to him proudly, carrying herself like a queen, and he can't think of anything better. He aches to taste her, stroke her and watch her move under his hand, make her moan. What he wants is simpler than any scene, but here they are, and he'll enjoy whatever comes next. "Look up at me," he orders, and brings out the collar.
There's a few people watching now, those that aren't already occupied. Rachel looks up at Billy as he's instructed. "Please," she says. "Make me yours."
"You're mine," Billy says a bit hoarsely as he bends to slip the collar round her throat and snap it closed. He hooks a finger through the band and pulls her up to stand, holding her close and kissing her thoroughly.
Rachel feels thoroughly claimed, but that can only go on for a bit, and so they go to get drinks, Rachel walking behind Billy's right shoulder. He looks so proud of her, she hopes it won't be long before he wants to create a bit more of a scene. There's a few people they know to talk to, Rachel not volunteering any conversation but merely responding if she's spoken to.
Billy reaches for Rachel's hand as he asks for a ginger beer, as he never drinks during a scene. He draws her forward next to him, stroking her naked arm and leaning her back a bit so he can nip at her neck on both sides of the collar. She's so sweet and pliant, bending to his slightest pull, it takes his breath away.
He's not drinking alcohol, as usual. Rachel struggles with that, struggles to stay submitted, as she's not sure of his expectations; she would like to have a drink, in fact, doesn't see why they shouldn't have one or two. As soon as Billy moves out of the way she picks up a glass of champagne and takes a sip, turning around to survey the room and see if there's anything fun to watch.
Even champagne seems rather a bad idea, but Billy shan't stop her just now. Seeing a couple he knows, he steers Rachel to meet them, and finds himself introducing her as 'my girl', which he rather likes the sound of. He can see Rachel's high color and feel her pounding pulse. As they look at her and praise her beauty, he strokes her lower back and wishes he could touch skin there instead of corset or skirt.
Rachel can feel the collar every time she swallows champagne, and that together with Billy introducing her as his girl, she feels herself blushing and lowering her eyes to the floor. Wishing she could just kneel, instead she rests her head on his shoulder and slides an arm around his waist, feeling safe and needed.
"Shy, is she?" asks Fiona, sounding concerned for Rachel, though her own costume of chains and ribbons is barely there at all.
Billy's a bit surprised that Rachel is not enjoying the all the admiring looks, and glances down at her to gauge her mood. "Is it too much?" he asks.
"Not at all!" Rachel says, wondering why Billy's asked. She smiles at the woman in the skimpy outfit. "She's not shy, no, just waiting 'til she's spoken to, that's all."
"Then I'll tell you, order you, to put your hands behind your head, and turn round slowly so we can all see." Billy takes Rachel's champagne glass and puts it on a table, then winks at Fiona and Maire as he tugs Rachel into the middle of their little circle.
Having her hands up like that makes Rachel arch her back and display her breasts as she turns, loving being the centre of attention and being shown off by Billy. Her nipples harden under the gaze of so many people and as she completes her turn and faces Billy again, she smiles at him.
Humming as he watches Rachel enjoy herself, Billy finds himself settling into his very own headspace, chuffed that he's found such a lovely giving girl. Pulling her towards him by her collar again, he kisses her breathless, till she's limp in his arms. "Fantastic," he murmurs, and holds for another moment before looking at his friends again. "Her mouth is so sweet and open," he says, "and her skin is so smooth -- feel it."
A hand softly strokes across Rachel's back, over her shoulder and down her arm, followed by another and murmurs of approval from behind her. "I belong to you," she whispers against Billy's mouth.
"You're mine," Billy says, a hand firmly behind her head, "but I'd like to share you a bit, is that all right?"
"Of course, as long as you're in charge," Rachel says with a smile and a kiss.
Maire and Fiona surround Rachel, teasing and licking: from the looks and sounds of it, everyone's enjoying it very much. Billy's content to watch for a while, until a group of new people arrive and command Maire's attention. She and Fiona wander off, hand in hand. "Someone called those two 'sexual butterflies'," Billy says, "they descend on you, drink your nectar and then flutter off."
"That's fine by me," Rachel laughs, feeling somewhat aroused by the touching and licking, with the added spice of Billy watching and sporting a rather obvious bulge in his trousers. Feeling rather warm now, they head back to the drinks table. Billy picks up a large orange juice and Rachel wonders whether she should have more champagne. Her answer comes in the form of a lilting Welsh voice offering her a glass of fizz; Rachel looks up into a handsome face with a dazzling smile aimed right at her.
"Thank you, I will," she murmurs, and then smiles as she accepts the proffered glass of bubbly. "You're Ioan Gruffudd. I loved Hornblower."
"Yes I am, and thank you," he says, smiling even more dazzlingly, if that's possible, and saluting her with his glass. Rachel giggles.
Immediately annoyed by the bloke's attitude, Billy reaches round her waist, pulling her close to his body. "Billy Boyd," he says, "we've met before, at a red carpet or something? And this is my girl, Rachel, Rachel Weisz the actress."
"Yes, I know who you are," Ioan says. He's addressing Rachel. "And you're even more beautiful in person, if I may says so."
Rachel blushes. "You may, thank you," she murmurs.
Billy's eye begins to twitch a little. He likes to show Rachel off, and it should be easy to accept everyone's admiration. She's even barefoot, and thus shorter than Billy, though he usually doesn't mind her in heels. But there's something about the bloke's attitude -- and perhaps the fact that he's tall, handsome and famous -- that's making Billy bristle. He's suddenly bored by the party and simply wants to make love to her. "Excuse us," he says to Ioan, and whispers to Rachel, "I'd like to do something better with the champagne than just drinking it..."
Aroused and submissive, Rachel presses herself against Billy. Ioan is instantly forgotten. "Please," she murmurs, "do what you want with me. Show everyone I'm yours."
"Hands behind your back," Billy says, quite ready to play with her until she's desperate. He scoops the champagne from her grasp and tips the glass to spill a few drops along her collarbone and follows the liquid tracks with his mouth, licking down from her neck to her nearly-bare breasts.
Rachel can't help the "Oh!" that escapes, first at the chillfizz of the champagne on her skin, then Billy's soft mouth and tongue. Her back arches, trying to get more of his delicious teasing. It's hard to keep her hands behind her back, but she manages it, somehow.
Arm circling her waist and pressing against her wrists, Billy can feel her quiet moans right through his body. He smirks to himself as he rubs his face against her silky skin, and picks a spot near her nipple to suck on, softly at first and then harder.
The feel of stubbly cheek and chin rubbing against her makes Rachel squirm. She's blushing with arousal and because she's acutely aware of the people who are now watching them, including Ioan, who's perched on the edge of the table casually. "Please, more," she says, as Billy sucks harder. "Mark me."
The spot is a good one, it won't show above most necklines and it makes her wriggle. Billy uses his teeth, gently scraping against her skin, alternating with sucking, savouring her reactions and her sexy subby words. Now all he wants is to press her down and shag her senseless, but maybe he'll make it a bit more interesting for the watchers.
As Billy sucks greedily at the skin of her breast, Rachel feels someone move up close behind her, and realises it's Ioan. He glides his hands up her arms to her shoulders and leans down to kiss her neck. Rachel is delighted; hadn't Billy said he wanted to share her a bit? She shivers as Ioan's lips meet her skin, and lets out a little "Oh!" of pleasure.
She's so turned-on that her skin is hot and a little dewy with sweat. The spot between her breasts tastes lovely, and Billy laps it up and more, but there's someone else there: neither Maire nor Fiona. Looking up, Billy sees Ioan behind Rachel's blissful face. Billy growls silently: this was not what he meant by sharing.
Ioan's mouth brushes up her neck and he nips on her earlobe. "Beautiful," he murmurs, then grabs a handful of arse and squeezes. Rachel hears and feels the growl of appreciation that follows. "What are your limits?" he asks.
Billy straightens, his hands still proprietorially on her body, and watches her intently. He's not quite sure what his own limits are, much less hers.
"It's up to Billy," Rachel answers. "I'm in his hands." She looks at Billy and smiles. He's got a slightly odd expression on his face that she doesn't really know how to fathom. It's at times like this that she's reminded of what a short time she's known him for.
It's a kinky party and he really ought to share, but Billy's been weeks without her and is far too greedy at the moment. "Not much tonight," he says firmly, "tonight she's mine, to do with as I please, so back bloody off, all right?"
Rachel's breath catches as Ioan immediately steps back, saying, "Okay, no offence, sorry mate." She's both scared and thrilled at Billy's intense possessiveness, and stands still, biting her lip and waiting for whatever's coming next. She's been a bad girl; perhaps a spanking will be in order.
Pushing her against the wall, Billy leans against her, chest-to-knees, pinning her tight. Her heart flutters through the skin of her chest, like a frightened bird. "Maybe I should give you to him, strip you here and show you off and share you 'round, like the slut you are."
It's true, she has behaved like a slut. She deserves this. Rachel nods, still biting her lip. "Whatever punishment you think I deserve," she whispers. "I just want to please you."
"And please everyone else here, especially him," Billy hisses, the image of Ioan behind her still burning in his mind. "On your knees," he orders, pushing her shoulders down, "remind me how good your mouth is."
Now Rachel really is scared. He's clearly angry with her for encouraging Ioan; she shouldn't have done it, should have known. She drops to her knees, glad the carpet is thick, hands clasped behind her back, and presses her mouth to the bulge in Billy's trousers. Rachel knows she can please him, make him happy with her again, and that this is the best way to do it.
Fumbling with his flies, Billy opens the leather trousers and groans a bit as the pressure leaves his cock. Since the airport, he's wanted her, and held back for this useless party, the which he deeply regrets. "Now," he says, pushing at her face, "just do it, girl."
"Yes, whatever you want," Rachel says, taking his cock into her mouth and swallowing it down. She whimpers as she sucks and swallows, her head bobbing as she frantically tries to please him. He's always appreciated her mouth in the past, and hope she can make up for her mistakes this way now.
"Fuck yeah," Billy moans, as her mouth engulfs him with heat and wet and eager tongue. She's so bloody good at this... he can't help but wonder who else she's been sucking while she was away, how often, what else she did for them. He pushes in farther, and catches her head so she can't pull back, feeling her relax after a moment of his cock down her throat.
It's such a relief to hear Billy groan with pleasure. Rachel struggles to breathe but doesn't let up, wishing she could use her hands to make it even better for him. She can hear murmurs of appreciation from nearby watchers, but doesn't care; all that matters is pleasing Billy, giving him pleasure and making him happy with her.
Looking down at her earnestly sucking, Billy feels a bit better. He moves her head back a bit, to give her a breather and because it's so fucking sexy to see her face while her mouth is round his cock. "Very pretty," he says, as her tongue plays with him in ways that make his toes curl, "good show."
She looks up at him through her eyelashes, then takes him down deep in her throat and swallows. His soft rumbles of appreciation, the way he's looking at her, the feel and taste of his cock, all excite her. Rachel hums and then pulls back a little to work her tongue over the head, wanting more of those sounds that mean she's pleasing him.
From the corner of his eye, Billy catches sight of Ioan watching, staring directly at Rachel and rubbing his crotch. Before Billy knows it, he's pushed deep into Rachel's throat again, pressed her up against the wall and shielded her from Ioan's view.
Rachel can't move now, and Billy's thrusting into her mouth. She relaxes her throat as much as she can, surrounded by the smells of sex and sweat and leather. There's a hair in her mouth but he doesn't seem to care, even though it's making Rachel want to cough and spit as it irritates the back of her throat. Billy keeps thrusting, making soft grunting sounds, and Rachel's a little afraid again, wondering what he's going to expect of her.
As she flinches, Billy realises that he's choking her and pulls out, panting to catch his breath. She's all right, he can see that, but he's still bloody annoyed with her, begging to be his and then flirting with other men. And with himself for nearly choking her. He wants to do something else, not that, but punish her so she'll remember and behave properly.
A little relieved, Rachel spits out the hair and looks up at Billy. Again, an expression she doesn't know how to interpret, but he still looks so damn sexy: panting, sweaty, his hard cock sticking out of his trousers. "Please," she says. "I just want to please you, Billy."
Billy can tell Ioan's still watching, and it stings. He tucks himself back into his trousers and looks at her. "Back room," he says, thinking about a particular riding crop he'd glimpsed in passing. Sternly, he tells Rachel, "You're going to crawl for me."
"Here? In front of everyone?" Rachel says, swallowing.
"You were willing to... do other things, in front of everyone," Billy says with a rush of anger. "And you're not being very obedient." She is making him look pathetic, quite ineffective, in front of everyone. Maire catches his eye, more worried than scornful: she raises her eyebrows at him, so Billy gives her an 'I'm all right' nod and looks down at Rachel again, more benignly.
"Sorry. I'm sorry I'm disappointing you... Sir," Rachel adds, and carefully places her hands on the floor, ready to crawl. Her heart is hammering, she's terrified of letting Billy down, especially in front of all these people they know.
Billy says, "Good girl," and leans to touch her shoulder, urging her to start crawling, "that's right."
Rachel is so ashamed. He's said she's a good girl, but clearly she isn't or she wouldn't be being punished this way. She starts crawling toward the back room he'd ordered her to go to, wondering what's waiting for her there. People's eyes are boring into her, her cheeks flame red and she's aware that on all fours like this her short skirt is revealing everything. She's crawled for other people before now; why is this so hard?
Taking the first few steps, Billy can see the stress in every muscle of Rachel's body. "You look good like that," he says. It's bloody hot, watching her force herself to do something like this, for him. Dom would have turned it into a joke, or a chance to show off -- but Dom wouldn't have sent such outrageously mixed messages, fucking with Billy's head like that.
Biting her lip, staring at the carpet, Rachel makes for the door and is relieved to be away from the staring eyes. She can feel Billy's commanding, demanding presence right beside her and she crawls across the hallway and into another room. It's a large study, lined with books, and has a few sex toys scattered around. For some reason it's empty of people. Rachel hears Billy close the door firmly behind them and waits.
"Well done, pet," Billy says, seating himself in a wide leather chair, "Now, I want you to fetch me that riding crop, the one on the lower shelf." If she's truly his, even just for the evening, this is how he wants her.
Riding crop? Rachel panics a little, she's never been hit with one before, and although she enjoys a certain amount of pain, thinks a riding crop might be too much. But she so wants him to be pleased with her; she crawls over to the shelf, picks up the crop and holds it between her teeth. She feels like a dog with a stick, crawling back to Billy, scared about what's to come.
"Oh yeah," Billy croons, watching her crawl towards him, "gorgeous like that." He wants to fuck her, fast and hard, but not till after he leaves a bit of a reminder on her arse. She's crawling more easily now, but her face is tense, mouth holding the crop firmly, and her breasts are spilling out of her corset below.
Rachel kneels at Billy's feet and offers him the crop with both hands, her cheeks blazing. "Here it is, Sir," she murmurs, then bites her lip.
Mesmerised by the sight of her, Billy loses track of what he's meant to be doing. He traces a finger along her her neck along the collar gently, first the skin above it and then below, feeling her shiver and groan at his touch. "When you asked me to put this on," he murmurs to her, "you said wanted to be mine."
"I do, I am, Sir," Rachel whispers, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin where he's touching her. Her chest is heaving; her breasts had fallen out of the corset completely when she crawled, and she feels vulnerable and exposed. "Yours."
Billy's hands move down to her tits -- sweet smooth handfuls -- and rub against her nipples to make her moan. "I'm going to spank you, and crop your arse, because I want to," he says, his voice sounding oddly husky to himself.
"Yes, Sir," Rachel says. She's still holding out the crop, and he takes it from her. "How would you like me, Sir?"
It sounds good, the title, and Billy thinks she likes saying it. "Over my knees, girl," he answers.
Obediently, Rachel stands and then carefully lays herself across Billy's lap. Her skirt rides right up and exposes her bottom, and the corset digs into her ribs, but she ignores it. As long as it's what he wants, she'll do it. Rachel braces for a blow from the crop, trembling a little.
She's shivering, and Billy doesn't really want to make her cry (much), so he pets her hair and the tender skin of her arse, murmuring, "Good girl, lovely pet, 's all right now."
Rachel braces her folded arms on the arm of the chair and rests her head on them. She's glad to be able to hide her face, as she doesn't really want Billy to see it once he starts to really punish her. His hand stroking her feels lovely, she almost wishes he wouldn't stop. It's not all right, no matter what he says. "Please," she says. "I've been bad, I haven't obeyed you properly. Please punish me."
A twinge runs through Billy as she says that. He doesn't much care for formal dominance, perhaps because his first experiences with Dom were nothing but breathless intense hilarious games. But Rachel seems to need it, and she does beg so very nicely, so he shan't resist. "Naughty girl," he growls, and spanks the curve of her arse.
It's less than she anticipated, but Rachel gasps all the same. "Oh! Please, more!"
Well, in that case... Billy shifts, leather trousers sliding against the leather chair, and sets to, spanking her smartly across her arse, a bit down her thighs, and hard against the middle where he can almost reach her cunt.
The blows start to relieve Rachel's tension, giving her something to focus on. She gasps with every slap, moving her legs apart a little; she's still wet from sucking Billy off, and wants him to be able to see and smell her arousal.
"Naughty pet," Billy punctuates his words with spanks, harder than before, "needs discipline," he spanks against her cunt, and watches, fascinated, as she arches her back and pushes her arse against his hand. He sides his other hand under her and plays with her tits as he spanks her, leans forward and licks the sweat off her shoulder, above her corset. "You look so beautiful like this, taking it, begging for it," he says. Apparently he'd forgotten how kinky she really is.
She's sore from where he's spanked her, but doesn't care, wants more, wants to take everything he's giving her until he's satisfied. His praise thrills her, makes her want him to hurt her more so he'll praise her more. "Need it, please, more!" Rachel begs.
Billy'd really like to push her down and fuck her, but if she likes this so much... He picks up the crop from the side of the chair and runs it up along one leg, around on her arse, and down the other, watching her tremble. She looks as though she can't tell whether to move into the crop or shrink away from it. "More coming," he says, and crops her gently. It will make lovely marks on her skin, which is now pink and glowing from the spanking.
It's not so bad. He's not hitting her hard, just enough to sting. It feels good. Rachel's tension drains out of her body and she focuses entirely on the pain; soon it begins to tug on her clit. She gasps with every swipe of the crop, but with pleasure now, feeling herself heating up and becoming more aroused.
The way Rachel reacts is fantastic: she's moving into the crop and making little noises of pleasure and excitement. Billy hits a bit harder, watching the marks on her skin change to a darker pink. "Yeah," he says, cropping down her thigh, "you're giving over to me so well, you're so beautiful."
Rachel breathes slow and deep, drinking in Billy's praise and the feeling of the crop biting into her skin. "Sorry," she whispers, burying her face further into her arms as she feels tears welling up. "So sorry, I won't disobey you again."
"God, Rachel," Billy says, and puts down the crop to wrap his arms round her, "shhh, it's not about that..." He feels so much for her: a confusing mix of pleasure and worry and something more than fondness, and a twisty feeling of disloyalty to Dom. And what does she feel? He's absolutely no idea right now.
His breath is warm on the skin of her shoulder, stroking and calming her. "Need you so much," Rachel says, still keeping her face hidden from him. "Just want to make you happy."
Swirling his tongue round her shoulder-blade, Billy hums gently, "Everything you do, every breath you take," which isn't quite right, so he adds, "you do make me happy, you're so sexy I can't keep my hands off." His hands are stroking her, tweaking her nipple, cupping her arse as he speaks.
"Billy," Rachel breathes out his name like a prayer. He's her whole world, even now, she's only know him a few months, and she'll do anything for him. "I love you."
"Ehm," Billy says, gobsmacked. He leans his head against the arm of the chair, twisting to fit down next to Rachel. "I can't... things are, well, they're complicated."
Rachel turns to look at him and smiles at the awkwardness of the position, ignoring the sting where he's been beating her. She strokes his face. "You're here and I'm yours, that's all that matters right now."
Her face is damp and creased, her mascara smeared, and she looks altogether delectably dishevelled. Billy pulls her close and says, "We'll deal with that later," then kisses her decisively. He wants to shag her so much he's nearly cross-eyed with lust. He can't even keep up the snogging, so he pulls back and urges her up to sit on his lap, then realises he has to remove his bloody trousers.
Billy's tugging at his fly, and so Rachel slides off his lap and undoes the button and zip. He lifts his hips and she pulls down his trousers, his cock springing free, and then climbs on his lap again. "Would you like me to suck your cock again?" she says, her mouth against his ear. "Whatever you want."
"Wanta fuck you," Billy says promptly, "I've been wanting to for hours now." He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out a condom, giving it to Rachel. "Use your hands", he says, because he wants to get at her tits while she's doing it.
Her arse is sore, rubbing against his bare legs, but Rachel doesn't care. She opens the packet and pulls out the condom, rolling it on to Billy's cock while he bends and sucks on her nipple. The combination of holding his cock in her hand and his mouth on her breasts makes her very excited. "I'm so wet, can't wait for you to fuck me," she says.
"Don't wait," he mumbles against her nipple, pausing to tweak it with his tongue, "ride me." He feels like a lad again, as though he might die if he doesn't get in her right away.
The words are barely out of his mouth when Rachel's kneeling up and guiding his cock into her. "Oh god, it feels so good," Rachel moans, feeling Billy's soft groan vibrate his ribs.
It's better than he remembered, which is quite a trick. "Fantastic," Billy says, "fucking glorious." He holds her hips and moves her up so he can pull out again, then thrusts slowly up into her. The way her cunt is both slippery and tight is a wonder, and he can't help but moan again.
Rachel moves with him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into his neck. "Fuck me, please, fuck me hard," she says. The angle's perfect and she grinds against him every time he pushes into her.
She's doing more of the work than he is, because he's squashed in the chair, but Billy quite likes that. He slides his hand down to stroke her arse under that flippy little skirt, and grins when she squirms under his touch, a grin that turns into a groan as his cock registers the way she's moving against him.
His touch on her sore spots makes her gasp, the pain making her tense up her muscles and heightening her arousal. Rachel fists her hands in his shirt and her hips move faster, thrusting against him. "Need to come, want to come for you, please!"
"God yeah," Billy had been a bit worried that she wouldn't be able to, some women are like after emotional scenes, but apparently not Rachel. He slides a hand to the front and under her skirt, then angles it to reach her clit, murmuring "Want to feel you come all around me, so good."
It's all Rachel needs to tip her over the edge, and she comes with a groan and a drawn-out shudder. Billy keeps pressing her clit, making Rachel gasp as her muscles clench and spasm over and over. "Oh god...."
Billy can't properly kiss her, his mouth smears across her face, but it still feels right. "Beautiful," he gasps, "perfect." His eyes are closed because her cunt is pulsing all around his cock, and his hips pull thrust into her as much as he can in this position, desperately fast now because he's close to coming.
Rachel holds him close, matching his rhythm as Billy thrusts into her hard and fast. "I love you Billy, I really do," she says, mouth against his ear.
Later, think about that later Billy tells himself, unwilling to interrupt what he expects to be a particularly glorious orgasm. He leans back, strokes more slowly, and looks at Rachel, her face flushed and open, breasts heaving above the corset, thin collar around her neck and knows he's far luckier than he has any right to be.
"So handsome," Rachel says, stroking Billy's sweat-matted hair and giving his cock a squeeze with her muscles. "I'm so lucky."
"Oh, God," Billy moans, moving forward to nuzzle her neck, licking above and below her collar, pulling at it with his teeth. The change of position is good, fantastic: he holds Rachel's hips and helps her move up and down on his cock at a rhythm he can't resist. "Ohhhhhhh," is all he can manage as he slams his hips up and hers down, coming in her so hard all he sees for a moment is blackness.
"I'm yours, I'm yours," Rachel murmurs as Billy groans through his orgasm. She kisses his face and finally his mouth; he kisses back blindly, clutching at her. "I need you so much," she says into his mouth.
Panting, Billy finally catches his breath, stills and leans back in the chair, pulling her close. "You're amazing," he says, "amazing." He's never met anyone who fits in his arms quite like her. He's certainly never been this possessive about anyone else: even Dom never made him feel quite so jealous.
"Thank you, but I'm really not," Rachel laughs and kisses his nose. "I'm quite ordinary, and I get things wrong..." she frowns, suddenly worried again. "Are we okay? About... what happened, I mean?"
"About me being a jealous git?" Billy asks. "I should have been far clearer if I wanted you not to flirt, even if you're mine for the evening."
"I was always yours," Rachel says. She's still wearing her collar, so isn't about to argue the point with him right now, particularly as they've just had such great sex. Carefully, she dismounts, stands up and straightens her skirt in a futile gesture to tidy herself up. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to go home, I'm pretty tired. But I'll stay if you want me to."
"I'll take you home," Billy says, having no interest in staying at the party. He leans forward to undo her collar, "Let's take this off first," he says, gently tracing the line on her neck with his fingers.
Once it's off, Rachel relaxes. "I'll go and get changed..." she pauses with her hand on the doorknob and turns back to Billy. She's a little concerned that her blurted confession of love will make him run for his life. "Will you stay over with me?"
Billy's taken off the condom and pulled on his trousers, he's nearly at the door when Rachel stops. "I was going to ask if I could stay," he says, "and may I escort you to your clothes?"
Rachel laughs, with relief and happiness. "Of course you may," she says, opening the door. "And you can help me off with the corset."
When she's found her clothes, Billy starts unlacing her corset, kissing her skin as it emerges from the black leather, rubbing gently at the angry red dents in her skin where the boning pressed into her. "Too tight," he says, halfway down her back, "you've a lovely shape, don't need tight lacing."
Rachel's swiping cleanser over her face with cotton wool, getting rid of the disaster that her make-up's become. "I like the feel of it," she says. "It's not just about how it looks, it's about the laced-in feeling making me feel more submissive."
Stroking along each line, Billy says, "I'll buy you a better one, bespoke and fitted properly, so you could wear it all day without it pinching," imagining how lovely that would be. He wants to see it, would love to have her as his nearly-naked plaything for a day, or more. "And matching cuffs..." he offers.
His naivete is touching, almost, especially considering he's such a dominant in the bedroom. "This one is bespoke, sweetheart," she says. "Cost me a fortune. There's just no way to wear something like this and be comfortable, it's not what it's for." She turns to him, naked, and touches his face. "But the thought is lovely, and I can wear this one all day, if that's what you'd like."
These marks are simply not sexy to Billy, but this is not the time to discuss it. "Or naked, I like naked," he offers. Then he pulls her close, holds her, buries his face in her hair and says, "Let's blow this gin-joint, darlin'," in his best Humphrey Bogart accent.
"Okay then," Rachel laughs, detaching herself from his embrace. "Let me put some clothes on so we don't get arrested. Could you stick everything else in the bag for me? Then we'll be ready to go."
Having stuffed the corset and skirt into the bag, Billy half holds out his arm, if she'd like to take it. "Perhaps I should drive, as I'm not sure how you'll feel sitting down?" He wants to protect her and cosset her and make her whimper, all those things at once.
"Okay, do you know the way? It's not that far from here." They're making their way out of the party, having said goodbye to the hosts, and find her car where Billy parked it when they arrived. Rachel feels almost glad to be away from the party and in the passenger seat beside Billy, although he's still dressed in his party gear.
Once they're back at her flat, Rachel immediately changes into her dressing-gown while Billy takes a quick shower. She puts on some music in the living room, and is curled up on the sofa with a drink poured for each of them when he joins her, wearing her towelling bathrobe.
Billy's glad to see Rachel looking comfortable, miles away from the sex-kitten in the corset and collar. He says, "This is nice," as he sits next to her, putting his arm round her and dropping a kiss on her temple. He asks, "How are you, do you need some aloe or ice?'
She hands him his whisky. "I'm fine, thanks, I'll have a nice long bath in the morning, or maybe go to the gym and have a swim, if you want to come." Rachel cuddles close, feeling peaceful again after the emotional upheaval of earlier, and sips her gin and tonic.
She's still sitting a bit gingerly, but if she doesn't want to talk about it, Billy shan't press her. The whisky is good, going down smoothly but with a pleasant burn.
They'll have to talk about what she said, though, that she loves him. He can't just leave it hanging like a ghost in the air. After a few quiet moments, he says, "Rachel, this is awkward, I'm sorry, but, I'm in a sort-of relationship, long distance.... It's not that I don't want to be with you, because I do, but perhaps it's too hard, I don't know if I can give you what you deserve."
Rachel pulls away from him and sits up, ignoring her sore bottom. She's somewhat taken aback. "A relationship? You're already in a relationship?" It really won't compute. "How come it's taken you four months and me telling you I love you to get round to telling me this?"
"It's hard to explain, it's the weirdest relationship-thing I've ever been in," Billy says, "if you knew Dom, you'd know how complicated he makes things."
Revelation after revelation. "Dom? It's Dom?" Rachel stands. "I thought..." She takes a drink. "Oh god, I don't know what I thought. I had no idea there was anything still going on between you, anything more than friends, I mean. God."
It would help if Billy himself knew what was going on, but things just happened. "There was, in New Zealand and after, and then there wasn't, much going on that is, he was seeing Evi and then I was seeing you, we were all working so hard we'd barely remember to eat," he says, gesturing a bit helplessly. "While you were away, he rang up and said he missed me." Billy sighs, and says, "His voice, he can drive me mad with his voice..."
"So where does that leave me? Us? If Dom can click his fingers and you go running like that?" Rachel's angry and upset at the minor bombshell, but not beside herself. It doesn't sound like Billy particularly feels like he's got this sorted out in his head, either. "I meant it when I said I love you. I really do." She sighs. Stupid idiot, opening herself up to this. She resolves to call Jude when Billy's gone -- two can play at this game.
"If I'd known you felt this way," Billy answers, "you never said, before, that it's like that! You told me you were seeing other blokes, how could I know?" This feels like a cliché stage-play, that he's a typical man afraid of commitment, but that's not how it truly is.
"Seeing, yes. Fucking, yes. In a 'sort-of relationship' with any of them? In love with any of them? No." Bloody men. "The only -- ha! -- 'sort-of relationship' I'm in is with you. And now that seems to be in question, and you're throwing it back at me, like it's my fault. Which I suppose it is, for falling for you. Bloody hell." Rachel finishes her drink, goes to the drinks cabinet and pours herself a neat gin. I humiliated myself for you tonight.
Billy takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands. This argument is one he'll never ever win so he'll accept defeat, though he still feels a bit indignant at being asked to read her mind. He's mucked this up, but it doesn't have to stay that way. "I'm sorry," he says, standing and moving close to her, but trying not to press her, "I've been a galloping idjit and I truly didn't know you felt that way. I, well I clearly don't deserve it."
Rachel can't help herself. She moves up close to Billy and rests her forehead on his shoulder. "What you made me do, at the party. I wouldn't have done it for anyone else, you know."
Slowly moving his arms round her, Billy sighs. "I'm honoured," he murmurs, "you were beautiful, and I was terribly touchy about that Ioan." He cradles her in his arms and kisses her hair, remembering how volcanically possessive he felt. But Dom... how can he let go of Dom?
"Yes, you were," Rachel says, turning her head and nuzzling his neck, breathing in his freshly-showered scent. "And now I know you had no right to be." She sighs.
Billy can feel her tension, and he's feeling a bit rough himself, but she's still here, in his arms, not walking away, so he must have a chance. "Give me a little time? To get used to the idea." Billy swallows, and says, "You're special to me, Rachel. I know it sounds naff, but I don't want to lose you."
"Then don't keep me in the dark about important things like this," Rachel says. She lifts her head and looks at Billy. "If it's important to you, I want to know about it, whatever it is."
Half of Billy cringes -- this is a classic talk-about-your-feelings situation, and he is a bloke -- but the other half is half in love with Rachel. If that makes any sense at all. "There's no one else, not like Dom. Never has been, not until you." Her face softens and the tight lump in his chest seems a bit smaller. "There've been a few other times I thought I was in love, had my heart bent a bit, but not like this. I don't know, those all seem so trivial now."
Rachel reaches out and puts her drink down, before sliding her arms around Billy's waist and resting her head on his shoulder. "Tomorrow, will you tell me everything? About Dom, I mean?"
"Do the best I can," Billy answers, resting his head against hers. She fits in his arms perfectly, as if she'd been designed for him, and she's right for him in so many other ways. "It's one of those things, like surfing or acting, that just happens, without words."
His closeness, the feel and smell of him, his desire to have her in his arms... it's all arousing and Rachel nuzzles Billy's neck in response. "Except on the phone," she says, smiling into his skin. "There must be words then. What is it he does that drives you so mad? What is it about him?"
"Well there's words, Billy admits, "but half the time, no one else would have a clue. And the other half," he smiles and shakes his head, "Dom's voice, he can make anything sound sexy, and when he starts in on provoking me..."
"Now that I'd like to see," Rachel says with a giggle as she tries to imagine Billy driven helpless by Dom, whom she's only seen on TV and in photos. She kisses Billy's neck and sighs contentedly.
Giving her a squeeze, Billy moves to sit down on the sofa, pulling Rachel down with him. "Dom'd do it, he has no shame whatsoever," he says, seating her on his lap, carefully arranging his legs to avoid putting pressure on her sore arse. She's delicious like this, and he wants to keep her, more than nearly anything. "You like showing off, yeah? Do you like watching, too?"
"You know I do," Rachel grins, shifting herself a bit into a comfortable position on Billy's lap. She picks up her glass and takes a sip, less keen on the neat gin now her stress levels have decreased. "Why do you ask?"
It might be a bit awkward, but it seems like the way to clear the air, so Billy plunges in, "Would you come with me, as my girlfriend, my lover, to see Dom in Hawaii in the autumn? I was planning a visit, but now it wouldn't seem right without you."
"Really?" Go away with him. It's almost too good to be true. "Of course I will! I mean, I'll have to check my diary and everything, but if I'm free I'd absolutely love to, thank you!" She hugs Billy tight, as if she's not going to let him go in case he changes his mind and doesn't take her after all.
Billy relaxes and smiles and hugs her a bit dazedly. "You'll look fantastic in a bikini," he says, hoping the serious discussion section of the evening is over.
Rachel laughs. "Thank you." She hugs him again. "Hawaii! With you, as your girlfriend. I'm going to Hawaii with my boyfriend, god, just try and stop me from telling everyone I know first thing in the morning."
Giving her a a friendly squeeze, Billy can't stop smiling at her. She's ridiculously cute: a glamorous gorgeous filmstar as excited as a young girl, and all for him.
Authors: msilverstar and unstealthy (formerly ripsgirl)
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not true: we made it up
Summary: A reunion scene somewhat complicated by surprising emotions.
A/N: Set in London, around July 2005, four months after Bound and Kneeling. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
Warnings: a bit of exhibitionism and BDSM.
Rachel's aeroplane is hours and hours late, and the airline personnel are complete gits who apparently have misplaced it -- over Sheffield, or Greenland, one or the other is nearly certain.
Heathrow was never Billy's favourite place, not at the best of times, and especially not when it's overrun with holiday-makers who are braying about their schedules. He sits in the corner of airport bar and nurses his lager, wishing he weren't dressed for the party. Leather trousers truly don't belong here, and he's shocked a teenage Tolkien fan, been chatted up at by two girls, nearly grabbed by a woman old enough to know better, and had to fend off a swishy invitation to a threesome. He's bloody close to leaving, letting a car service pick up Rachel, when a blaring tannoy announces that the plane has landed but will be delayed in off-boarding. As Billy turns to get another drink, his phone rings, and it's Rachel, waving at him through the plane window, not fifty feet away as the crow flies, but miles of customs and immigration to go.
Despite the delay, Rachel is among the first ushered off the plane, and she gets through immigration quickly and retrieves her bags. At last she's through and there's Billy waiting for her. They have a low-key reunion and head out to the car. Rachel's party attire is in her hand luggage, all ready to change into when they get to their destination, but Billy looks scrumptious: black leather trousers and a black shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a delightful amount of chest and the greenstone pendant he always wears. Once they're in the car, in a quiet corner of the car park, they take time to have a proper kiss hello.
"Mmm, missed you," Rachel murmurs when they reluctantly come up for air.
"Yeah," Billy says, licking up her neck, "it's been dull without you." While she's been gone, he's not been celibate by any means: he's had a make-up girl, a threesome with old mates, a phone call or three with Dom's impossibly sexy voice to wank to. But it's as though those never happened, now that Rachel's in his arms, smooth and curvy and smelling like woman. She makes a delightful little sexy moan and he growls, "If we weren't late, I'd bend you over the bonnet of the car and fuck you right here and now." Whether he'd dare to, he's not sure, but it sounds bloody good.
"And get us arrested, and then we'd never make the party," Rachel laughs. She can't resist kissing the triangle of exposed chest, and nuzzling a little. "Did you bring the collar?"
When they'd talked about this, Billy surprised that she'd ask for a collar, even a scene collar, so soon. But now, fuck, he wants see it on her. "That I did," he says, as he reaches back into his bag and pulls it out, all red leather and brass grommets, "do you want it on now?"
"Not yet," Rachel says, thrilled. "I'd like to kneel for you in front of everyone when you put it on..." She puts her hand on Billy's cheek, "If that's okay with you."
Billy groans and leans in to kiss her hard, pushing into her mouth and holding the back of her head so she can't escape. Not that she seems to want to, rather, she's opening for him and welcoming him in.
Eventually they manage to stop kissing long enough that Billy can drive them to the party. It's at a large house in west London, and doesn't take long to get to from Heathrow. They park in the street and make their way into the house, two bouncers on the door checking invitations and ID. Rachel asks where she can change, and is shown into a large bathroom. "Will you wait for me?" she asks Billy.
"Of course, I'll await your entrance," he says, kissing her hand. Watching Rachel dress is fun, but Billy can forgo it this time. He watches the action: not much yet, mainly half-naked slaves, some shagging, and a woman dressed in bright pink spanking a man in a back corner. He recognises a few faces (and arses), but no one seems to notice him, which is fine.
Her outfit complete, Rachel studies herself in the full-length mirror. All it needs is the collar. She stuffs her clothes in her bag and takes a deep breath before opening the door.
The door's movement catches Billy's eye and he turns to watch Rachel walk out, her eyes meeting his. He deliberately looks down her body, smiling with appreciation as he sees her tits barely covered, her waist narrowed by the corset, and nothing else but a little flirty skirt. "Fantastic," he murmurs, and suddenly notices how many other people agree.
Smiling, Rachel takes a couple of steps so she's in front of him, and kneels. She lowers her head and folds her hands in her lap. Yours, her whole posture says, and she wants everyone to know it. She belongs to Billy.
"Lovely perfect girl," Billy says, looking down at her. She's giving over to him proudly, carrying herself like a queen, and he can't think of anything better. He aches to taste her, stroke her and watch her move under his hand, make her moan. What he wants is simpler than any scene, but here they are, and he'll enjoy whatever comes next. "Look up at me," he orders, and brings out the collar.
There's a few people watching now, those that aren't already occupied. Rachel looks up at Billy as he's instructed. "Please," she says. "Make me yours."
"You're mine," Billy says a bit hoarsely as he bends to slip the collar round her throat and snap it closed. He hooks a finger through the band and pulls her up to stand, holding her close and kissing her thoroughly.
Rachel feels thoroughly claimed, but that can only go on for a bit, and so they go to get drinks, Rachel walking behind Billy's right shoulder. He looks so proud of her, she hopes it won't be long before he wants to create a bit more of a scene. There's a few people they know to talk to, Rachel not volunteering any conversation but merely responding if she's spoken to.
Billy reaches for Rachel's hand as he asks for a ginger beer, as he never drinks during a scene. He draws her forward next to him, stroking her naked arm and leaning her back a bit so he can nip at her neck on both sides of the collar. She's so sweet and pliant, bending to his slightest pull, it takes his breath away.
He's not drinking alcohol, as usual. Rachel struggles with that, struggles to stay submitted, as she's not sure of his expectations; she would like to have a drink, in fact, doesn't see why they shouldn't have one or two. As soon as Billy moves out of the way she picks up a glass of champagne and takes a sip, turning around to survey the room and see if there's anything fun to watch.
Even champagne seems rather a bad idea, but Billy shan't stop her just now. Seeing a couple he knows, he steers Rachel to meet them, and finds himself introducing her as 'my girl', which he rather likes the sound of. He can see Rachel's high color and feel her pounding pulse. As they look at her and praise her beauty, he strokes her lower back and wishes he could touch skin there instead of corset or skirt.
Rachel can feel the collar every time she swallows champagne, and that together with Billy introducing her as his girl, she feels herself blushing and lowering her eyes to the floor. Wishing she could just kneel, instead she rests her head on his shoulder and slides an arm around his waist, feeling safe and needed.
"Shy, is she?" asks Fiona, sounding concerned for Rachel, though her own costume of chains and ribbons is barely there at all.
Billy's a bit surprised that Rachel is not enjoying the all the admiring looks, and glances down at her to gauge her mood. "Is it too much?" he asks.
"Not at all!" Rachel says, wondering why Billy's asked. She smiles at the woman in the skimpy outfit. "She's not shy, no, just waiting 'til she's spoken to, that's all."
"Then I'll tell you, order you, to put your hands behind your head, and turn round slowly so we can all see." Billy takes Rachel's champagne glass and puts it on a table, then winks at Fiona and Maire as he tugs Rachel into the middle of their little circle.
Having her hands up like that makes Rachel arch her back and display her breasts as she turns, loving being the centre of attention and being shown off by Billy. Her nipples harden under the gaze of so many people and as she completes her turn and faces Billy again, she smiles at him.
Humming as he watches Rachel enjoy herself, Billy finds himself settling into his very own headspace, chuffed that he's found such a lovely giving girl. Pulling her towards him by her collar again, he kisses her breathless, till she's limp in his arms. "Fantastic," he murmurs, and holds for another moment before looking at his friends again. "Her mouth is so sweet and open," he says, "and her skin is so smooth -- feel it."
A hand softly strokes across Rachel's back, over her shoulder and down her arm, followed by another and murmurs of approval from behind her. "I belong to you," she whispers against Billy's mouth.
"You're mine," Billy says, a hand firmly behind her head, "but I'd like to share you a bit, is that all right?"
"Of course, as long as you're in charge," Rachel says with a smile and a kiss.
Maire and Fiona surround Rachel, teasing and licking: from the looks and sounds of it, everyone's enjoying it very much. Billy's content to watch for a while, until a group of new people arrive and command Maire's attention. She and Fiona wander off, hand in hand. "Someone called those two 'sexual butterflies'," Billy says, "they descend on you, drink your nectar and then flutter off."
"That's fine by me," Rachel laughs, feeling somewhat aroused by the touching and licking, with the added spice of Billy watching and sporting a rather obvious bulge in his trousers. Feeling rather warm now, they head back to the drinks table. Billy picks up a large orange juice and Rachel wonders whether she should have more champagne. Her answer comes in the form of a lilting Welsh voice offering her a glass of fizz; Rachel looks up into a handsome face with a dazzling smile aimed right at her.
"Thank you, I will," she murmurs, and then smiles as she accepts the proffered glass of bubbly. "You're Ioan Gruffudd. I loved Hornblower."
"Yes I am, and thank you," he says, smiling even more dazzlingly, if that's possible, and saluting her with his glass. Rachel giggles.
Immediately annoyed by the bloke's attitude, Billy reaches round her waist, pulling her close to his body. "Billy Boyd," he says, "we've met before, at a red carpet or something? And this is my girl, Rachel, Rachel Weisz the actress."
"Yes, I know who you are," Ioan says. He's addressing Rachel. "And you're even more beautiful in person, if I may says so."
Rachel blushes. "You may, thank you," she murmurs.
Billy's eye begins to twitch a little. He likes to show Rachel off, and it should be easy to accept everyone's admiration. She's even barefoot, and thus shorter than Billy, though he usually doesn't mind her in heels. But there's something about the bloke's attitude -- and perhaps the fact that he's tall, handsome and famous -- that's making Billy bristle. He's suddenly bored by the party and simply wants to make love to her. "Excuse us," he says to Ioan, and whispers to Rachel, "I'd like to do something better with the champagne than just drinking it..."
Aroused and submissive, Rachel presses herself against Billy. Ioan is instantly forgotten. "Please," she murmurs, "do what you want with me. Show everyone I'm yours."
"Hands behind your back," Billy says, quite ready to play with her until she's desperate. He scoops the champagne from her grasp and tips the glass to spill a few drops along her collarbone and follows the liquid tracks with his mouth, licking down from her neck to her nearly-bare breasts.
Rachel can't help the "Oh!" that escapes, first at the chillfizz of the champagne on her skin, then Billy's soft mouth and tongue. Her back arches, trying to get more of his delicious teasing. It's hard to keep her hands behind her back, but she manages it, somehow.
Arm circling her waist and pressing against her wrists, Billy can feel her quiet moans right through his body. He smirks to himself as he rubs his face against her silky skin, and picks a spot near her nipple to suck on, softly at first and then harder.
The feel of stubbly cheek and chin rubbing against her makes Rachel squirm. She's blushing with arousal and because she's acutely aware of the people who are now watching them, including Ioan, who's perched on the edge of the table casually. "Please, more," she says, as Billy sucks harder. "Mark me."
The spot is a good one, it won't show above most necklines and it makes her wriggle. Billy uses his teeth, gently scraping against her skin, alternating with sucking, savouring her reactions and her sexy subby words. Now all he wants is to press her down and shag her senseless, but maybe he'll make it a bit more interesting for the watchers.
As Billy sucks greedily at the skin of her breast, Rachel feels someone move up close behind her, and realises it's Ioan. He glides his hands up her arms to her shoulders and leans down to kiss her neck. Rachel is delighted; hadn't Billy said he wanted to share her a bit? She shivers as Ioan's lips meet her skin, and lets out a little "Oh!" of pleasure.
She's so turned-on that her skin is hot and a little dewy with sweat. The spot between her breasts tastes lovely, and Billy laps it up and more, but there's someone else there: neither Maire nor Fiona. Looking up, Billy sees Ioan behind Rachel's blissful face. Billy growls silently: this was not what he meant by sharing.
Ioan's mouth brushes up her neck and he nips on her earlobe. "Beautiful," he murmurs, then grabs a handful of arse and squeezes. Rachel hears and feels the growl of appreciation that follows. "What are your limits?" he asks.
Billy straightens, his hands still proprietorially on her body, and watches her intently. He's not quite sure what his own limits are, much less hers.
"It's up to Billy," Rachel answers. "I'm in his hands." She looks at Billy and smiles. He's got a slightly odd expression on his face that she doesn't really know how to fathom. It's at times like this that she's reminded of what a short time she's known him for.
It's a kinky party and he really ought to share, but Billy's been weeks without her and is far too greedy at the moment. "Not much tonight," he says firmly, "tonight she's mine, to do with as I please, so back bloody off, all right?"
Rachel's breath catches as Ioan immediately steps back, saying, "Okay, no offence, sorry mate." She's both scared and thrilled at Billy's intense possessiveness, and stands still, biting her lip and waiting for whatever's coming next. She's been a bad girl; perhaps a spanking will be in order.
Pushing her against the wall, Billy leans against her, chest-to-knees, pinning her tight. Her heart flutters through the skin of her chest, like a frightened bird. "Maybe I should give you to him, strip you here and show you off and share you 'round, like the slut you are."
It's true, she has behaved like a slut. She deserves this. Rachel nods, still biting her lip. "Whatever punishment you think I deserve," she whispers. "I just want to please you."
"And please everyone else here, especially him," Billy hisses, the image of Ioan behind her still burning in his mind. "On your knees," he orders, pushing her shoulders down, "remind me how good your mouth is."
Now Rachel really is scared. He's clearly angry with her for encouraging Ioan; she shouldn't have done it, should have known. She drops to her knees, glad the carpet is thick, hands clasped behind her back, and presses her mouth to the bulge in Billy's trousers. Rachel knows she can please him, make him happy with her again, and that this is the best way to do it.
Fumbling with his flies, Billy opens the leather trousers and groans a bit as the pressure leaves his cock. Since the airport, he's wanted her, and held back for this useless party, the which he deeply regrets. "Now," he says, pushing at her face, "just do it, girl."
"Yes, whatever you want," Rachel says, taking his cock into her mouth and swallowing it down. She whimpers as she sucks and swallows, her head bobbing as she frantically tries to please him. He's always appreciated her mouth in the past, and hope she can make up for her mistakes this way now.
"Fuck yeah," Billy moans, as her mouth engulfs him with heat and wet and eager tongue. She's so bloody good at this... he can't help but wonder who else she's been sucking while she was away, how often, what else she did for them. He pushes in farther, and catches her head so she can't pull back, feeling her relax after a moment of his cock down her throat.
It's such a relief to hear Billy groan with pleasure. Rachel struggles to breathe but doesn't let up, wishing she could use her hands to make it even better for him. She can hear murmurs of appreciation from nearby watchers, but doesn't care; all that matters is pleasing Billy, giving him pleasure and making him happy with her.
Looking down at her earnestly sucking, Billy feels a bit better. He moves her head back a bit, to give her a breather and because it's so fucking sexy to see her face while her mouth is round his cock. "Very pretty," he says, as her tongue plays with him in ways that make his toes curl, "good show."
She looks up at him through her eyelashes, then takes him down deep in her throat and swallows. His soft rumbles of appreciation, the way he's looking at her, the feel and taste of his cock, all excite her. Rachel hums and then pulls back a little to work her tongue over the head, wanting more of those sounds that mean she's pleasing him.
From the corner of his eye, Billy catches sight of Ioan watching, staring directly at Rachel and rubbing his crotch. Before Billy knows it, he's pushed deep into Rachel's throat again, pressed her up against the wall and shielded her from Ioan's view.
Rachel can't move now, and Billy's thrusting into her mouth. She relaxes her throat as much as she can, surrounded by the smells of sex and sweat and leather. There's a hair in her mouth but he doesn't seem to care, even though it's making Rachel want to cough and spit as it irritates the back of her throat. Billy keeps thrusting, making soft grunting sounds, and Rachel's a little afraid again, wondering what he's going to expect of her.
As she flinches, Billy realises that he's choking her and pulls out, panting to catch his breath. She's all right, he can see that, but he's still bloody annoyed with her, begging to be his and then flirting with other men. And with himself for nearly choking her. He wants to do something else, not that, but punish her so she'll remember and behave properly.
A little relieved, Rachel spits out the hair and looks up at Billy. Again, an expression she doesn't know how to interpret, but he still looks so damn sexy: panting, sweaty, his hard cock sticking out of his trousers. "Please," she says. "I just want to please you, Billy."
Billy can tell Ioan's still watching, and it stings. He tucks himself back into his trousers and looks at her. "Back room," he says, thinking about a particular riding crop he'd glimpsed in passing. Sternly, he tells Rachel, "You're going to crawl for me."
"Here? In front of everyone?" Rachel says, swallowing.
"You were willing to... do other things, in front of everyone," Billy says with a rush of anger. "And you're not being very obedient." She is making him look pathetic, quite ineffective, in front of everyone. Maire catches his eye, more worried than scornful: she raises her eyebrows at him, so Billy gives her an 'I'm all right' nod and looks down at Rachel again, more benignly.
"Sorry. I'm sorry I'm disappointing you... Sir," Rachel adds, and carefully places her hands on the floor, ready to crawl. Her heart is hammering, she's terrified of letting Billy down, especially in front of all these people they know.
Billy says, "Good girl," and leans to touch her shoulder, urging her to start crawling, "that's right."
Rachel is so ashamed. He's said she's a good girl, but clearly she isn't or she wouldn't be being punished this way. She starts crawling toward the back room he'd ordered her to go to, wondering what's waiting for her there. People's eyes are boring into her, her cheeks flame red and she's aware that on all fours like this her short skirt is revealing everything. She's crawled for other people before now; why is this so hard?
Taking the first few steps, Billy can see the stress in every muscle of Rachel's body. "You look good like that," he says. It's bloody hot, watching her force herself to do something like this, for him. Dom would have turned it into a joke, or a chance to show off -- but Dom wouldn't have sent such outrageously mixed messages, fucking with Billy's head like that.
Biting her lip, staring at the carpet, Rachel makes for the door and is relieved to be away from the staring eyes. She can feel Billy's commanding, demanding presence right beside her and she crawls across the hallway and into another room. It's a large study, lined with books, and has a few sex toys scattered around. For some reason it's empty of people. Rachel hears Billy close the door firmly behind them and waits.
"Well done, pet," Billy says, seating himself in a wide leather chair, "Now, I want you to fetch me that riding crop, the one on the lower shelf." If she's truly his, even just for the evening, this is how he wants her.
Riding crop? Rachel panics a little, she's never been hit with one before, and although she enjoys a certain amount of pain, thinks a riding crop might be too much. But she so wants him to be pleased with her; she crawls over to the shelf, picks up the crop and holds it between her teeth. She feels like a dog with a stick, crawling back to Billy, scared about what's to come.
"Oh yeah," Billy croons, watching her crawl towards him, "gorgeous like that." He wants to fuck her, fast and hard, but not till after he leaves a bit of a reminder on her arse. She's crawling more easily now, but her face is tense, mouth holding the crop firmly, and her breasts are spilling out of her corset below.
Rachel kneels at Billy's feet and offers him the crop with both hands, her cheeks blazing. "Here it is, Sir," she murmurs, then bites her lip.
Mesmerised by the sight of her, Billy loses track of what he's meant to be doing. He traces a finger along her her neck along the collar gently, first the skin above it and then below, feeling her shiver and groan at his touch. "When you asked me to put this on," he murmurs to her, "you said wanted to be mine."
"I do, I am, Sir," Rachel whispers, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin where he's touching her. Her chest is heaving; her breasts had fallen out of the corset completely when she crawled, and she feels vulnerable and exposed. "Yours."
Billy's hands move down to her tits -- sweet smooth handfuls -- and rub against her nipples to make her moan. "I'm going to spank you, and crop your arse, because I want to," he says, his voice sounding oddly husky to himself.
"Yes, Sir," Rachel says. She's still holding out the crop, and he takes it from her. "How would you like me, Sir?"
It sounds good, the title, and Billy thinks she likes saying it. "Over my knees, girl," he answers.
Obediently, Rachel stands and then carefully lays herself across Billy's lap. Her skirt rides right up and exposes her bottom, and the corset digs into her ribs, but she ignores it. As long as it's what he wants, she'll do it. Rachel braces for a blow from the crop, trembling a little.
She's shivering, and Billy doesn't really want to make her cry (much), so he pets her hair and the tender skin of her arse, murmuring, "Good girl, lovely pet, 's all right now."
Rachel braces her folded arms on the arm of the chair and rests her head on them. She's glad to be able to hide her face, as she doesn't really want Billy to see it once he starts to really punish her. His hand stroking her feels lovely, she almost wishes he wouldn't stop. It's not all right, no matter what he says. "Please," she says. "I've been bad, I haven't obeyed you properly. Please punish me."
A twinge runs through Billy as she says that. He doesn't much care for formal dominance, perhaps because his first experiences with Dom were nothing but breathless intense hilarious games. But Rachel seems to need it, and she does beg so very nicely, so he shan't resist. "Naughty girl," he growls, and spanks the curve of her arse.
It's less than she anticipated, but Rachel gasps all the same. "Oh! Please, more!"
Well, in that case... Billy shifts, leather trousers sliding against the leather chair, and sets to, spanking her smartly across her arse, a bit down her thighs, and hard against the middle where he can almost reach her cunt.
The blows start to relieve Rachel's tension, giving her something to focus on. She gasps with every slap, moving her legs apart a little; she's still wet from sucking Billy off, and wants him to be able to see and smell her arousal.
"Naughty pet," Billy punctuates his words with spanks, harder than before, "needs discipline," he spanks against her cunt, and watches, fascinated, as she arches her back and pushes her arse against his hand. He sides his other hand under her and plays with her tits as he spanks her, leans forward and licks the sweat off her shoulder, above her corset. "You look so beautiful like this, taking it, begging for it," he says. Apparently he'd forgotten how kinky she really is.
She's sore from where he's spanked her, but doesn't care, wants more, wants to take everything he's giving her until he's satisfied. His praise thrills her, makes her want him to hurt her more so he'll praise her more. "Need it, please, more!" Rachel begs.
Billy'd really like to push her down and fuck her, but if she likes this so much... He picks up the crop from the side of the chair and runs it up along one leg, around on her arse, and down the other, watching her tremble. She looks as though she can't tell whether to move into the crop or shrink away from it. "More coming," he says, and crops her gently. It will make lovely marks on her skin, which is now pink and glowing from the spanking.
It's not so bad. He's not hitting her hard, just enough to sting. It feels good. Rachel's tension drains out of her body and she focuses entirely on the pain; soon it begins to tug on her clit. She gasps with every swipe of the crop, but with pleasure now, feeling herself heating up and becoming more aroused.
The way Rachel reacts is fantastic: she's moving into the crop and making little noises of pleasure and excitement. Billy hits a bit harder, watching the marks on her skin change to a darker pink. "Yeah," he says, cropping down her thigh, "you're giving over to me so well, you're so beautiful."
Rachel breathes slow and deep, drinking in Billy's praise and the feeling of the crop biting into her skin. "Sorry," she whispers, burying her face further into her arms as she feels tears welling up. "So sorry, I won't disobey you again."
"God, Rachel," Billy says, and puts down the crop to wrap his arms round her, "shhh, it's not about that..." He feels so much for her: a confusing mix of pleasure and worry and something more than fondness, and a twisty feeling of disloyalty to Dom. And what does she feel? He's absolutely no idea right now.
His breath is warm on the skin of her shoulder, stroking and calming her. "Need you so much," Rachel says, still keeping her face hidden from him. "Just want to make you happy."
Swirling his tongue round her shoulder-blade, Billy hums gently, "Everything you do, every breath you take," which isn't quite right, so he adds, "you do make me happy, you're so sexy I can't keep my hands off." His hands are stroking her, tweaking her nipple, cupping her arse as he speaks.
"Billy," Rachel breathes out his name like a prayer. He's her whole world, even now, she's only know him a few months, and she'll do anything for him. "I love you."
"Ehm," Billy says, gobsmacked. He leans his head against the arm of the chair, twisting to fit down next to Rachel. "I can't... things are, well, they're complicated."
Rachel turns to look at him and smiles at the awkwardness of the position, ignoring the sting where he's been beating her. She strokes his face. "You're here and I'm yours, that's all that matters right now."
Her face is damp and creased, her mascara smeared, and she looks altogether delectably dishevelled. Billy pulls her close and says, "We'll deal with that later," then kisses her decisively. He wants to shag her so much he's nearly cross-eyed with lust. He can't even keep up the snogging, so he pulls back and urges her up to sit on his lap, then realises he has to remove his bloody trousers.
Billy's tugging at his fly, and so Rachel slides off his lap and undoes the button and zip. He lifts his hips and she pulls down his trousers, his cock springing free, and then climbs on his lap again. "Would you like me to suck your cock again?" she says, her mouth against his ear. "Whatever you want."
"Wanta fuck you," Billy says promptly, "I've been wanting to for hours now." He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out a condom, giving it to Rachel. "Use your hands", he says, because he wants to get at her tits while she's doing it.
Her arse is sore, rubbing against his bare legs, but Rachel doesn't care. She opens the packet and pulls out the condom, rolling it on to Billy's cock while he bends and sucks on her nipple. The combination of holding his cock in her hand and his mouth on her breasts makes her very excited. "I'm so wet, can't wait for you to fuck me," she says.
"Don't wait," he mumbles against her nipple, pausing to tweak it with his tongue, "ride me." He feels like a lad again, as though he might die if he doesn't get in her right away.
The words are barely out of his mouth when Rachel's kneeling up and guiding his cock into her. "Oh god, it feels so good," Rachel moans, feeling Billy's soft groan vibrate his ribs.
It's better than he remembered, which is quite a trick. "Fantastic," Billy says, "fucking glorious." He holds her hips and moves her up so he can pull out again, then thrusts slowly up into her. The way her cunt is both slippery and tight is a wonder, and he can't help but moan again.
Rachel moves with him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into his neck. "Fuck me, please, fuck me hard," she says. The angle's perfect and she grinds against him every time he pushes into her.
She's doing more of the work than he is, because he's squashed in the chair, but Billy quite likes that. He slides his hand down to stroke her arse under that flippy little skirt, and grins when she squirms under his touch, a grin that turns into a groan as his cock registers the way she's moving against him.
His touch on her sore spots makes her gasp, the pain making her tense up her muscles and heightening her arousal. Rachel fists her hands in his shirt and her hips move faster, thrusting against him. "Need to come, want to come for you, please!"
"God yeah," Billy had been a bit worried that she wouldn't be able to, some women are like after emotional scenes, but apparently not Rachel. He slides a hand to the front and under her skirt, then angles it to reach her clit, murmuring "Want to feel you come all around me, so good."
It's all Rachel needs to tip her over the edge, and she comes with a groan and a drawn-out shudder. Billy keeps pressing her clit, making Rachel gasp as her muscles clench and spasm over and over. "Oh god...."
Billy can't properly kiss her, his mouth smears across her face, but it still feels right. "Beautiful," he gasps, "perfect." His eyes are closed because her cunt is pulsing all around his cock, and his hips pull thrust into her as much as he can in this position, desperately fast now because he's close to coming.
Rachel holds him close, matching his rhythm as Billy thrusts into her hard and fast. "I love you Billy, I really do," she says, mouth against his ear.
Later, think about that later Billy tells himself, unwilling to interrupt what he expects to be a particularly glorious orgasm. He leans back, strokes more slowly, and looks at Rachel, her face flushed and open, breasts heaving above the corset, thin collar around her neck and knows he's far luckier than he has any right to be.
"So handsome," Rachel says, stroking Billy's sweat-matted hair and giving his cock a squeeze with her muscles. "I'm so lucky."
"Oh, God," Billy moans, moving forward to nuzzle her neck, licking above and below her collar, pulling at it with his teeth. The change of position is good, fantastic: he holds Rachel's hips and helps her move up and down on his cock at a rhythm he can't resist. "Ohhhhhhh," is all he can manage as he slams his hips up and hers down, coming in her so hard all he sees for a moment is blackness.
"I'm yours, I'm yours," Rachel murmurs as Billy groans through his orgasm. She kisses his face and finally his mouth; he kisses back blindly, clutching at her. "I need you so much," she says into his mouth.
Panting, Billy finally catches his breath, stills and leans back in the chair, pulling her close. "You're amazing," he says, "amazing." He's never met anyone who fits in his arms quite like her. He's certainly never been this possessive about anyone else: even Dom never made him feel quite so jealous.
"Thank you, but I'm really not," Rachel laughs and kisses his nose. "I'm quite ordinary, and I get things wrong..." she frowns, suddenly worried again. "Are we okay? About... what happened, I mean?"
"About me being a jealous git?" Billy asks. "I should have been far clearer if I wanted you not to flirt, even if you're mine for the evening."
"I was always yours," Rachel says. She's still wearing her collar, so isn't about to argue the point with him right now, particularly as they've just had such great sex. Carefully, she dismounts, stands up and straightens her skirt in a futile gesture to tidy herself up. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to go home, I'm pretty tired. But I'll stay if you want me to."
"I'll take you home," Billy says, having no interest in staying at the party. He leans forward to undo her collar, "Let's take this off first," he says, gently tracing the line on her neck with his fingers.
Once it's off, Rachel relaxes. "I'll go and get changed..." she pauses with her hand on the doorknob and turns back to Billy. She's a little concerned that her blurted confession of love will make him run for his life. "Will you stay over with me?"
Billy's taken off the condom and pulled on his trousers, he's nearly at the door when Rachel stops. "I was going to ask if I could stay," he says, "and may I escort you to your clothes?"
Rachel laughs, with relief and happiness. "Of course you may," she says, opening the door. "And you can help me off with the corset."
When she's found her clothes, Billy starts unlacing her corset, kissing her skin as it emerges from the black leather, rubbing gently at the angry red dents in her skin where the boning pressed into her. "Too tight," he says, halfway down her back, "you've a lovely shape, don't need tight lacing."
Rachel's swiping cleanser over her face with cotton wool, getting rid of the disaster that her make-up's become. "I like the feel of it," she says. "It's not just about how it looks, it's about the laced-in feeling making me feel more submissive."
Stroking along each line, Billy says, "I'll buy you a better one, bespoke and fitted properly, so you could wear it all day without it pinching," imagining how lovely that would be. He wants to see it, would love to have her as his nearly-naked plaything for a day, or more. "And matching cuffs..." he offers.
His naivete is touching, almost, especially considering he's such a dominant in the bedroom. "This one is bespoke, sweetheart," she says. "Cost me a fortune. There's just no way to wear something like this and be comfortable, it's not what it's for." She turns to him, naked, and touches his face. "But the thought is lovely, and I can wear this one all day, if that's what you'd like."
These marks are simply not sexy to Billy, but this is not the time to discuss it. "Or naked, I like naked," he offers. Then he pulls her close, holds her, buries his face in her hair and says, "Let's blow this gin-joint, darlin'," in his best Humphrey Bogart accent.
"Okay then," Rachel laughs, detaching herself from his embrace. "Let me put some clothes on so we don't get arrested. Could you stick everything else in the bag for me? Then we'll be ready to go."
Having stuffed the corset and skirt into the bag, Billy half holds out his arm, if she'd like to take it. "Perhaps I should drive, as I'm not sure how you'll feel sitting down?" He wants to protect her and cosset her and make her whimper, all those things at once.
"Okay, do you know the way? It's not that far from here." They're making their way out of the party, having said goodbye to the hosts, and find her car where Billy parked it when they arrived. Rachel feels almost glad to be away from the party and in the passenger seat beside Billy, although he's still dressed in his party gear.
Once they're back at her flat, Rachel immediately changes into her dressing-gown while Billy takes a quick shower. She puts on some music in the living room, and is curled up on the sofa with a drink poured for each of them when he joins her, wearing her towelling bathrobe.
Billy's glad to see Rachel looking comfortable, miles away from the sex-kitten in the corset and collar. He says, "This is nice," as he sits next to her, putting his arm round her and dropping a kiss on her temple. He asks, "How are you, do you need some aloe or ice?'
She hands him his whisky. "I'm fine, thanks, I'll have a nice long bath in the morning, or maybe go to the gym and have a swim, if you want to come." Rachel cuddles close, feeling peaceful again after the emotional upheaval of earlier, and sips her gin and tonic.
She's still sitting a bit gingerly, but if she doesn't want to talk about it, Billy shan't press her. The whisky is good, going down smoothly but with a pleasant burn.
They'll have to talk about what she said, though, that she loves him. He can't just leave it hanging like a ghost in the air. After a few quiet moments, he says, "Rachel, this is awkward, I'm sorry, but, I'm in a sort-of relationship, long distance.... It's not that I don't want to be with you, because I do, but perhaps it's too hard, I don't know if I can give you what you deserve."
Rachel pulls away from him and sits up, ignoring her sore bottom. She's somewhat taken aback. "A relationship? You're already in a relationship?" It really won't compute. "How come it's taken you four months and me telling you I love you to get round to telling me this?"
"It's hard to explain, it's the weirdest relationship-thing I've ever been in," Billy says, "if you knew Dom, you'd know how complicated he makes things."
Revelation after revelation. "Dom? It's Dom?" Rachel stands. "I thought..." She takes a drink. "Oh god, I don't know what I thought. I had no idea there was anything still going on between you, anything more than friends, I mean. God."
It would help if Billy himself knew what was going on, but things just happened. "There was, in New Zealand and after, and then there wasn't, much going on that is, he was seeing Evi and then I was seeing you, we were all working so hard we'd barely remember to eat," he says, gesturing a bit helplessly. "While you were away, he rang up and said he missed me." Billy sighs, and says, "His voice, he can drive me mad with his voice..."
"So where does that leave me? Us? If Dom can click his fingers and you go running like that?" Rachel's angry and upset at the minor bombshell, but not beside herself. It doesn't sound like Billy particularly feels like he's got this sorted out in his head, either. "I meant it when I said I love you. I really do." She sighs. Stupid idiot, opening herself up to this. She resolves to call Jude when Billy's gone -- two can play at this game.
"If I'd known you felt this way," Billy answers, "you never said, before, that it's like that! You told me you were seeing other blokes, how could I know?" This feels like a cliché stage-play, that he's a typical man afraid of commitment, but that's not how it truly is.
"Seeing, yes. Fucking, yes. In a 'sort-of relationship' with any of them? In love with any of them? No." Bloody men. "The only -- ha! -- 'sort-of relationship' I'm in is with you. And now that seems to be in question, and you're throwing it back at me, like it's my fault. Which I suppose it is, for falling for you. Bloody hell." Rachel finishes her drink, goes to the drinks cabinet and pours herself a neat gin. I humiliated myself for you tonight.
Billy takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands. This argument is one he'll never ever win so he'll accept defeat, though he still feels a bit indignant at being asked to read her mind. He's mucked this up, but it doesn't have to stay that way. "I'm sorry," he says, standing and moving close to her, but trying not to press her, "I've been a galloping idjit and I truly didn't know you felt that way. I, well I clearly don't deserve it."
Rachel can't help herself. She moves up close to Billy and rests her forehead on his shoulder. "What you made me do, at the party. I wouldn't have done it for anyone else, you know."
Slowly moving his arms round her, Billy sighs. "I'm honoured," he murmurs, "you were beautiful, and I was terribly touchy about that Ioan." He cradles her in his arms and kisses her hair, remembering how volcanically possessive he felt. But Dom... how can he let go of Dom?
"Yes, you were," Rachel says, turning her head and nuzzling his neck, breathing in his freshly-showered scent. "And now I know you had no right to be." She sighs.
Billy can feel her tension, and he's feeling a bit rough himself, but she's still here, in his arms, not walking away, so he must have a chance. "Give me a little time? To get used to the idea." Billy swallows, and says, "You're special to me, Rachel. I know it sounds naff, but I don't want to lose you."
"Then don't keep me in the dark about important things like this," Rachel says. She lifts her head and looks at Billy. "If it's important to you, I want to know about it, whatever it is."
Half of Billy cringes -- this is a classic talk-about-your-feelings situation, and he is a bloke -- but the other half is half in love with Rachel. If that makes any sense at all. "There's no one else, not like Dom. Never has been, not until you." Her face softens and the tight lump in his chest seems a bit smaller. "There've been a few other times I thought I was in love, had my heart bent a bit, but not like this. I don't know, those all seem so trivial now."
Rachel reaches out and puts her drink down, before sliding her arms around Billy's waist and resting her head on his shoulder. "Tomorrow, will you tell me everything? About Dom, I mean?"
"Do the best I can," Billy answers, resting his head against hers. She fits in his arms perfectly, as if she'd been designed for him, and she's right for him in so many other ways. "It's one of those things, like surfing or acting, that just happens, without words."
His closeness, the feel and smell of him, his desire to have her in his arms... it's all arousing and Rachel nuzzles Billy's neck in response. "Except on the phone," she says, smiling into his skin. "There must be words then. What is it he does that drives you so mad? What is it about him?"
"Well there's words, Billy admits, "but half the time, no one else would have a clue. And the other half," he smiles and shakes his head, "Dom's voice, he can make anything sound sexy, and when he starts in on provoking me..."
"Now that I'd like to see," Rachel says with a giggle as she tries to imagine Billy driven helpless by Dom, whom she's only seen on TV and in photos. She kisses Billy's neck and sighs contentedly.
Giving her a squeeze, Billy moves to sit down on the sofa, pulling Rachel down with him. "Dom'd do it, he has no shame whatsoever," he says, seating her on his lap, carefully arranging his legs to avoid putting pressure on her sore arse. She's delicious like this, and he wants to keep her, more than nearly anything. "You like showing off, yeah? Do you like watching, too?"
"You know I do," Rachel grins, shifting herself a bit into a comfortable position on Billy's lap. She picks up her glass and takes a sip, less keen on the neat gin now her stress levels have decreased. "Why do you ask?"
It might be a bit awkward, but it seems like the way to clear the air, so Billy plunges in, "Would you come with me, as my girlfriend, my lover, to see Dom in Hawaii in the autumn? I was planning a visit, but now it wouldn't seem right without you."
"Really?" Go away with him. It's almost too good to be true. "Of course I will! I mean, I'll have to check my diary and everything, but if I'm free I'd absolutely love to, thank you!" She hugs Billy tight, as if she's not going to let him go in case he changes his mind and doesn't take her after all.
Billy relaxes and smiles and hugs her a bit dazedly. "You'll look fantastic in a bikini," he says, hoping the serious discussion section of the evening is over.
Rachel laughs. "Thank you." She hugs him again. "Hawaii! With you, as your girlfriend. I'm going to Hawaii with my boyfriend, god, just try and stop me from telling everyone I know first thing in the morning."
Giving her a a friendly squeeze, Billy can't stop smiling at her. She's ridiculously cute: a glamorous gorgeous filmstar as excited as a young girl, and all for him.