Behind the Neighbor's Door - Part 10

So I accidentally deleted Part 10. No wait, I didn't. Here it is:

*

At work, Nolan was pretty surprised, and honestly sort of... insulted? Was that even the right word? Either way, the fact that they had given Nate a contract that was meant for him certainly felt like he was being undermined on some level. Mirella explained that the work was expected to have a quick turnaround and he was simply gone, that it wasn't personal, and it wouldn't have any impact on his reputation, but it still felt like a slap in the face. Being surpassed by Nate in such a way. Maybe the fact of why Nolan wasn't present, and completely unable to do anything about the reassignment of the contract, was even more cruel.

After lunch, Nolan sat in his car for a while, mulling things over. He wasn't sure why, but it bothered him that Nate had taken his job. Even though he hadn't, really. Josh had decided who would get it, and Nolan had been busy. But still, it felt like he was being replaced.

He needed to talk to someone about it, but who? Nate? No, definitely not. Josh? No, he didn't want to bother his boss with his silly insecurities. Besides, it wasn't fully Nate's contract, as the client wouldn't like a criminal working on their advertisement. And shouldn't Nolan be happy that his friend got ahead for a change?

Perhaps Nate's relationship with Nolan's own girlfriend raised the competitiveness between him and his neighbor. His girlfriend's bull. Either way, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed Nolan got.

For a brief moment, he considered texting Grace about his annoyance. It felt sort of pathetic to admit, and he didn't want to start this next cycle of cuckolding like that. Because of that, he just sat in his car, fuming. He'd just have to work harder. That's what the old man always said. He'd have to show Josh he was the better man for the job. It wasn't even that big of a contract anyway. And Nate was still under him, so, honestly, what did this really change?

Nolan snorted, grabbed his coat, and headed out of the car. What a baby he had been. He was having the time of his life, and he'd live like it. Nothing should faze him.

Getting back to his desk, Nate gave him a solemn nod, followed by a nod toward a freshly brewed cup of coffee, then turned his concentrated gaze toward a pamphlet advertising for a Tex-Mex thingy, probably a competitor to Nate's client.

Nolan decided not to be petty or childish about it, but instead act like an adult. "Got anything for me?" he asked, sitting down next to his friend.

"Not much," Nate replied. "I try to find a slogan of sorts, but I'm not hip like you guys," the older man chuckled. He was in his late forties, but sometimes he acted like he was much older. But he was disarming himself with that self-deprecating humor.

"Right, well, let's get to it," Nolan said, grabbing the papers and a pen. It wasn't his contract, but if Nate succeeded, then surely that shone back at Nolan for bringing on someone who could be an asset. "The thing about slogans, like with, say, stand-up comedy, is that your first ideas are always trash. But you know this. But the thing is, you're working backwards. Find the approach, then the slogan will come."

Lecturing an older man, with much more experience than himself in this field, made Nolan feel a bit arrogant, but he couldn't help it. He had a lot to prove right now.

"Right, right," Nate nodded, looking over at Nolan. "So, how do you think we should go about this?"

Nolan smiled. Nate was letting him take the lead.

"Well, what do you know about the client? It's Tex-Mex, right? Is the food spicy?"

"I've tried it. It kicks like a mule," Nate said. "And the place looks like something from an old western movie."

"Good, good," Nolan nodded. "Okay, so we need something that's bold, but also a bit tongue-in-cheek. You know, like those ads where they're selling a product, but you know they're making fun of themselves at the same time."

"So, like, 'We make Mexican food that'll make you sweat!'?" Nate said.

Nolan laughed, "Yeah, sure, that's a start. But maybe something a bit less... bodily fluids related, perhaps. Like, we need something that captures the essence of what they do, but also gives a bit of a sense of humor about it."

Nate nodded, looking down at the paper. Nolan took this opportunity to take a sip of the coffee Nate had brought him. Nate took his pamphlet, stood, and started walking around a bit, clearly thinking. They really should have their own office, as Nolan could see a few of the other ad folks around their table throwing them glances. But Nate was a bit old school, and if he was turning his gears, then this was necessary to accept.

While Nate was pacing, Nolan threw a glance toward Nate's phone as the screen shone with a fresh notification. From Grace. Nolan's eyes went wide for a second. He knew he couldn't check Nate's phone, obviously, and he knew Grace wanted to tease him by not telling him what they had been texting, so it was utter torture to see that text message notification, knowing he wouldn't know the content. What was that naughty girl up to now?

"What about..." Nate said, stopping by the window to look down at the parking lot. "Something like... okay, this is a bit disgusting, but you know how you shit like crazy after a good spicy meal? Sometimes, I jokingly think to myself, I should have a seatbelt. Cause I'm going to be flung out the door like a torpedo."

Nolan burst out in laughter. It was crude and disgusting, but it was funny. But the connotation of shit and food? Was that smart?

"So. Something with seatbelts?" Nate tried. "I envision an ad where someone goes to the toilet before the meal and sees the seatbelts, but that's as far as I got."

"Okay?" Nolan chuckled uncertainly. "I mean, the connotation is... y'know... a bit gross. But it's kinda funny, right?"

"Yeah, but I think it could work if worded right, or with the right angle," Nate said.

"Well, you got something to work on then. When are you due?" Nolan asked.

"A month or so, so I have time to get a pilot and everything," Nate said, scratching his neck as he sat down. He then picked up his phone, saw the notification, and suddenly, him being the pupil and Nolan being the teacher seemed to fade into the background as Nolan could feel himself grow jealous. What was in that text message?

"Good, good," Nolan said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, I should probably get back to work. I'll leave you to it."

"Yeah, thanks," Nate said, smiling at him as he opened his message.

Nolan felt his jealousy growing as he watched Nate open the message. Nate tapped away on his phone, then put it on the table. Nolan tried to see the screen, but Nate had angled it perfectly so that Nolan couldn't read anything. Nolan cursed under his breath. He wanted to know what was going on so badly, but he knew that Grace wanted him to be patient. But he just couldn't help it.

Then another message popped up, and Nate's face grew into a sly smile. Nolan's curiosity was piqued as well. Another tap on the phone, and Nate put his phone back in his pocket.

"Damn, Grace is one naughty girl, eh?" Nate chuckled. "Just got a text from her. I don't know how she does it, but she knows what gets me going."

Nolan swallowed, trying to act casual. He didn't want Nate to know that he was jealous. But he couldn't help it. He wanted to know what was going on.

"Oh yeah?" Nolan said, trying to sound disinterested. "What did she say?"

Nate ignored Nolan, instead turning back to his work. Nolan stared at him for a few moments, feeling himself grow redder by the second. He wanted to know so badly, but he knew he couldn't ask again. Or shouldn't. How would it look for him to ask Nate to see the text messages between him and Grace? It would be so pathetic. Nolan was already treading close to that line as it was.

So, Nolan tried to push the curiosity and the jealousy out of his head and tried to focus on his own work, but it was no use. His mind was racing, trying to think of what Grace could possibly have sent Nate. Nolan felt like he was going insane, and he had only just gotten back to his desk.

Nate was clearly enjoying Nolan's frustration, so Nolan turned his gaze back to his computer, trying to focus on the task at hand. But he couldn't. He couldn't focus on anything but his curiosity and the fact that he knew his girl was teasing another man right in front of him. So Nolan sat there, stewing in his jealousy, for the rest of the day, doing menial tasks at his computer.

*

Nate could tell Nolan was dying to know what Grace had sent her. And with good reason. He could've stared at that latest picture all day. It was an intoxicating selfie of Grace lying prone on her bed, feet dangling up in the air, in a white lacy bra with small red roses, and a thong halfway down that thick, heavy, perfect ass. The phone blocked out most of her face, but half her face was almost in view, and that careless confidence in her eyes was enough to make Nate rock hard.

Nate had been thinking about this all day, but he'd be damned if he was going to let Nolan see what Grace had sent. That was something just for him to enjoy. Just like how Grace would be, with time.

Nate kept his head down, knowing Nolan was throwing glances his way. He could feel Nolan's jealousy radiating off of him. He wanted to keep Nolan in suspense, wondering what he was talking about with Grace. And the thought of that made Nate smile. He loved fucking with Nolan. The idiot deserved it. And the best part was that Nolan was allowing this to happen. He had to have known that Grace would have texted Nate something. And that Nate would keep it to himself.

The rest of the day went by quickly. Nate was busy working on his Tex-Mex contract. He had to make sure he did well on it, not just for himself, but to show Grace what she could have. To show her what she was missing out on. He had to impress her. 

And to put Nolan down a peg. The way he had talked to Nate, lectured him on how to write an ad? He had been talking to Nate as if he were an intern. He was older than Nolan by at least twenty years. But Nate had a small plan on how to make this not only work in his favor, but also humiliate Nolan. Everything in due time, though.

'u working today?' he texted to Grace, hoping he could have his show of the week. The weather had been terrible lately, warm but rainy, so her sunbathing on his balcony was unlikely.

Grace replied right away, which meant she was paying her full attention to him. 'Yeah, until 8,' she texted back.

He could see the jealousy growing in Nolan's eyes, and he loved it.

'that's pretty late, you think you can slide me in somewhere?' Nate wrote, hoping the innuendo wasn't too vague.

Grace replied shortly after. 'Nolan said we won't start until next week. Serves you right for groping me. And we adjusted the rules. I'll send them in a bit.'

Nate was pretty annoyed with Nolan by now. First, he lectured him; now, he was trying to call the shots. He also had to be careful so he wouldn't come off as being too desperate or needy, but he also wanted Grace badly.

'i'll wait,' he typed, knowing he'd probably not see her before next week. 'i'm gonna miss that perfect ass, tho. and the way you looked at my cock. i know you want it, princess. i know you want me to fuck you.'

'of course I do,' she replied. Nate smiled, feeling triumphant. 'i can't stop thinking about it. but we have to wait. it'll be worth it.'

"I'm going to make it worth it," Nate whispered, eyeing Nolan's coffee. He knew she'd be desperate for him by the time they got there. Most likely well before.

'just send me the damn rules,' Nate wrote, hoping to come off as playful.Grace obliged, and to Nate's slight frustration, there was barely any pushing the limit. The rules were the same, except that they could text each other throughout the week. Also, the 'no-touch' rule applied to Nate, but not to Grace. Before that was something they agreed upon after the fact. Which was fine with Nate, because he knew Grace would take advantage of that. Oh, how would she…

'you're gonna be a bad girl, aren't you?' Nate texted.

Grace sent back a winky face.

'you're gonna make me suffer,' Nate added.

'only a bit. i promise,' she replied.

'i'm gonna need some pictures to tide me over,' Nate said, hoping she'd take the bait.

'Thirsty for more, are we? like what?' Grace asked.

Nate grinned. He glanced at Nolan, who was still pretending to work, but he could clearly tell his young neighbor was just trying to keep himself occupied.

'like a pic of your ass,' Nate texted. 'in that black silk lingerie. three pics minimum.'

There was a moment of hesitation before Grace replied, 'okay.'

Nate grinned again, feeling triumphant. This was exactly what he wanted. She was already sending him pictures, doing his requests even. Grace was all about control and being in an assertive position, but the more Nate thought about it, the more he wanted to dominate her. Not only sexually, but mentally, too. To own her, completely. And her doing his bidding, like getting down on her knees for him to cum in her mouth, or sending him raunchy pictures on demand, was the first step.

Grace's picture was exactly what he wanted. A clear view, over the shoulder, of that thick, perfect ass. Those long legs. Those curves. She was so beautiful. She had to know she was the prettiest woman on this planet. And here she was, taking a selfie for him, with her boyfriend sitting right next to Nate.

"Damn, she's so fucking sexy," he muttered to himself, looking at the picture. He couldn't help it. Surely Nolan had heard him mutter.

A moment later, Grace sent the picture of herself, bent over toward the bed, resting on her elbows with an incredible arch, the phone in her hand facing a big mirror that allowed her to capture the glorious mountains that were behind her. She had an amazing back. Nate knew he was hard as hell under the desk. That damn ass and those killer hips and thighs looked so good in that perfect black silk thong. 

'fuck, that's sexy,' he typed. 'that ass is so fucking juicy. i wanna take a bite out of it.'

Grace replied immediately. 'Oh, you will,' she wrote.

'not soon enough,' he added. He was growing frustrated. He was horny as fuck for her. 

And Nolan was still trying to act like he was working. He was obviously trying to spy on him, see what he and Grace were talking about, and that was driving Nate insane. He was going to get Grace so bad. And Nolan could do nothing to stop him.

Nolan being so desperate also served as extra motivation for Nate to take Grace from him, not only for his own benefit, but for the satisfaction of knowing he'd broken Nolan. And it would be so sweet when he did. The man who lectured him, the man who thought he knew better, would be left a crying, broken mess when he was done.

Nate couldn't help but smirk. Nolan was so pathetic. And Grace was going to be all his. She was simply too much of a woman for someone like Nolan, even if she was the younger one in their relationship. It was time she upgraded, and Nate was ready to fill those shoes. But first, he needed to push Grace to put less respect on her relationship with Nolan. 

Maybe he also put more effort into placating Nolan, to make him complicit in his own demise. But not now.

'Let's meet up,' Nate wrote, determined to meet Grace despite her being busy. If anything, her stepping away from work to meet up was proof of her interest, her commitment, to this thing they had going.

'I can't right now. I'm working,' Grace replied.

'I want to discuss the rules,' Nate typed.

Grace didn't respond right away, which made Nate nervous. Had he pushed too hard? Done what he didn't want to do; came off as too needy. Nate could see her typing something, then deleting it, then typing again. She was obviously considering his request, but he could see that she was hesitant. 

'No, I don't think that's a good idea,' she wrote. 'Theres not much to discuss anyway.'

Nate sank a bit. Why was he so excited and so pushy? It was like a need he couldn't control. But he had to keep his cool. He had to stay in control.

'no, you're probably right,' he typed. 'i'll let you get back to work. just know that i'm thinking about you, and your perfect ass.'

Grace sent him a winky face emoji along with a peach emoji, an eggplant, and squirting emojis, then signed off with a heart and a 'i know you will'. Nate smiled, knowing that she was flirting with him. This meant it wasn't over yet, it seemed, else she'd just leave it her dismissal. Nate just needed to push the right way.

'Tell me, what is the real reason we cant meet up? I think its important that we are on the same page. im not busy, and you got your own schedule, so dont tell me you are too busy to meet me for coffee in some place where no one will recognize us,' Nate texted her.

There was another moment of hesitation before Grace replied. 'desperate much? anyway, i havent even talked to Nolan.'

There it was. 'but isnt this something thats supposed to be about you? sorry if im misinterpreting this arrangement, but I think nolan would love it if you took charge and did what you wanted. Isnt that was this is about? For you to take initiative for what you want? but these things are so hard to talk over through text, and the I have some things I wanna suggest about the rules, which is why I wanna meet up. it will be in public so its not like i can bend you over the cafe table and have my way with you.'

He knew that the last part was pushing things a bit too far, but he knew Grace liked him talking dirty to her, and he wanted to take control of this situation.

Grace replied after a short while. 'okay. we can meet up, but only for a short while.'

Nate smiled. He had won. At least this round. And Grace had come around much easier than he'd thought. Maybe she wanted to hear what he had to say about their little rules. Maybe she wanted him to push her boundaries, it seemed.

'i'll send you the details. see you there in the 30,' Nate texted her, smiling as he stood up and was about to start towards Josh's office to make some bullshit excuse to head out.

"Where are you going?" Nolan asked, his pretense of being busy evaporating into the air.

"Got an errand to run," Nate said, making sure Nolan heard his text alert go off. It was from Grace. "But I'm back in an hour or two. And don't worry, I'll have something for you by then."

Nolan seemed to deflate a bit. "Oh, okay," he said. Nate could see he was curious about the text message, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Don't miss me too much," Nate said. Then he decided to fuck with Nolan a bit. "Grace just told me she just loved to be so fucking naughty. So I'm heading out."

Nolan swallowed. "Right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nate could see Nolan's mind racing. He was trying to figure out what was going on between them. But Nate honestly didn't give a shit. He just got a rise out of fucking with this idiot, really putting it on him, removing the pretense of their dynamic completely. If only for a split second right now. With time, who knows, maybe it would be more permanent.

"See you in a bit," Nate said, before turning around and leaving.

*

Grace really didn't see any real reason to meet with Nate to discuss the rules, as he really didn't have any cards to play. That is, she did. To be that tease she was meant to be, to humor him with her presence. But in terms of actually talking about the rules, it didn't make sense. But she had to admit, she was intrigued by him teasing her about bending her over the table and having his way with her right there in the cafe. It was such a primal thing to say.

She walked into the coffee shop where Nate had told her to meet him. That was another thing Grace had grown to know about Nate. With Nolan, he'd ask her where she wanted to go. Nate told her. She knew that this was another small thing, but it was something she really enjoyed about him.

Grace scanned the cafe, looking for Nate. She didn't see him right away, so she walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee. As she was waiting, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"Hey," Nate said, smiling at her. "You look incredible."

Grace smiled. "Thanks," she said. However, she wasn't wearing anything fancy. She came from work, so she had put on some jeans and a nice enough T-shirt, but nothing special. However, her heavy ass and hips and big, thick thighs filled out her jeans and gave her curves all the more definition.

"Come on, let's grab a table," Nate said, nodding toward a small table in the corner.

Grace followed him, her eyes scanning his body. He actually looked kinda good in his work slacks and suit jacket. He was still somewhat of an ogre compared to her Nolan, but there was something about him that Grace couldn't deny.

"How are you?" he asked.

"Good, good," Grace replied.

"I'm glad we could do this," Nate said. "The rules. They're important."

"Straight to business, are we? Makes me think you're just using me for my body," Grace joked.

Nate smirked. "Well, maybe a little bit," he said. "But I thought you didn't have much time."

"True," Grace concurred. "What did Nolan say when you left?" Grace was intrigued by how her dear boyfriend was dealing with her texting with Nate, sending him pictures, and now meeting him for a small coffee date.

"That idiot--" Nate began, but Grace cut right in.

"Too far, buddy," she said, her voice as cold as she could make it. "Don't talk about Nolan like that. Your luck in what we've done is solely because of him."

Nate froze, looking for once a bit unsure of how to respond. Then he sighed. "I apologize. I just got caught up in the moment. I don't mean to be rude about Nolan."

Grace nodded. "Apology accepted. Don't let it happen again."

"I just told him that you loved to be naughty," Nate said. Grace smirked, her anger quickly fading.

"I bet he liked that," she replied, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I think so. He seemed pretty nervous when I left," Nate said.

"Good," Grace said. "He needs to be on his toes. We need to keep him guessing. And we need to push those boundaries, right?"

"Right," Nate said.

"So, what's this idea you had for the rules?" Grace asked.

"Well, it sort of relates to pushing boundaries. I love status quo, but we both know that it is so much more fun to play with fire," Nate said.

Grace scoffed. They hadn't played with fire; they had sat in the inferno. She took a sip of her coffee, thinking this was pointless indeed.

"The rules aren't really up for debate, though," Grace said sternly.

"Is that so?" Nate asked, smirking confidently. "Why then are you here? I think you want to hear what I have to say, to see if it is something that excites you, because let's be real, you like it when I excite you. And I think my suggestions will."

Grace felt her face grow red as Nate spoke. He was so fucking arrogant. But she knew that it was true. She did enjoy when he pushed her boundaries. She liked the excitement that came with the thrill of it.

Grace shifted a bit uncomfortably as she realized Nate had hit the nail on it's head. But she had to keep her cool and play this game.

"What makes you think you're so exciting, huh?" Grace said, trying to deflect the question.

Nate grinned, his eyes locking onto hers. "I think we both know I'm exciting," he said. "I think we both know I've made you feel things that you haven't felt with... anyone else. Isn't that right?"

Grace shifted in her seat, feeling a tinge of guilt. She was enjoying the fact that she was making her boyfriend jealous and nervous. And that's what it was all about. That, and Nate's ability to push her to the edge.

But that tinge of guilt also came from Nate hitting it on the nose, yet again.

"So, let's talk about my rules then," Nate said. He took a sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table. "So I made some additional rules. Just two, nothing major. And I wholeheartedly think this whole thing should be about you and what you want, so the first rule, well, I want to be able to buy you clothes," Nate began. Grace raised an eyebrow. On one hand, what sort of clothing would that be? But on the other hand, free clothes? "And I want you to wear them on occasion. Like, sometimes during our weekly times when we hang out together."

"Okay. I'll think about it. The other?" Grace said.

"I'm not allowed to touch you, but you can do what you like... This often gives me major blue balls, so I want to get off when you're giving me a show or sunbathing on my balcony. As a rule," Nate said, his voice a bit husky. He was obviously very excited by this prospect.

Grace had to admit, she was pretty turned on by the idea as well. It wasn't always that she had helped him out when she had visited, but she knew deep down that she had regretted it every time. And definitely loved it every time had got off. Seeing Nate's big, sexy cock and how he reacted to her body did wonders for her ego.

"I'll think about it," Grace said. "But I like it. It's very... dirty."

"That's what you're into, right?" Nate asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Being a naughty little girl?"

Grace smiled. She felt her cheeks flush a bit at his comment. It was true, again, he hit the mark, but the way he talked about her made her feel so... naughty. It was exhilarating.

Grace knew she should be thinking about how Nolan might react to all of this, but she was so into Nate at that moment.

Grace didn't say anything else, so Nate continued. "And I think it would be a sexy little addition if you kept the rule about me getting you clothes... between me and you."

"W-what?" Grace asked, more flustered than she realized. "You want to get me clothes, and not tell Nolan?"

"Exactly," Nate said, his voice lowering. "I think you like it. Being a little tease. Having some naughty little secret."

Grace swallowed, realizing she wasn't sure why she hadn't thought about it herself. "You're right. But..."

"But?" Nate said.

Grace hesitated, but she couldn't resist the urge to say what was on her mind. "I have to talk to Nolan--"

"Do you?" Nate challenged her. Grace was surprised. He had never challenged her before.

"Excuse me?" she asked, her voice cold.

"You know he likes that you keep a secret. Why do you need to involve him in everything? This is about you. Your pleasure, your choice. Why does it matter if Nolan knows or not? You're still not doing anything with me, just giving me a show."

Grace hesitated. She was used to Nate's cockiness, but this was a bit different. And it was true. Nolan would love it if Grace kept a few secrets, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

"I'm just not sure..." Grace began, but Nate interrupted. Fuck, she hated when he interrupted her.

"You like the idea of wearing sexy clothes for me," Nate said, his voice husky again. "I think it's hot too."

"It's a good suggestion," Grace said. "But it might not work. Also, again, I'd calm my enthusiasm about downplaying the importance of Nolan in this. He suspended this week, for example, and I'm absolutely not going to do anything to compromise that."

"Suspended?! I thought we could work through that shit," Nate barked, clearly losing his cool for a moment. "Sorry... why?"

"I thought it was obvious. You groped me last time I was over, and he didn't approve. Simple as that. So you better be on your best behavior. While he thinks this is fun and thrilling, if he's not an idiot who doesn't have boundaries, and as his girl, I'll not only respect those boundaries, I'll love them."

Nate's cocky demeanor dropped for a second, and he swallowed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I got a little too excited."

"Don't do it again, or I might stop seeing you altogether, and that's the truth," Grace warned him sternly. Nate nodded, taking a deep breath, calming down. He was clearly still a bit worked up, though. And as much as Grace gave him a reprimand, she did absolutely not want to stop seeing him. He was fun to tease and mess with. And she'd be damned if he was going to ruin this by going over the line. "So I'm gonna have to think about your rules," she continued.

"Fair enough," Nate replied, clearly disappointed that she hadn't immediately agreed to them.

Grace took a moment to collect herself. "I accept the rules. While perhaps I should have talked to Nolan, I think this should be doable. About not telling Nolan, I'll think on it. Maybe I can make a compromise, like not ever showing them to him. But for now, I don't accept that part of your rules. And I agree that there should be some progression to escalate the tension while we work our way through this. Healthy communication is the key here, right?" Grace said, hoping she had laid the groundwork to keep the situation from exploding. She was pretty satisfied with how the rules worked out.

"Yeah," Nate said, not really sounding like he cared much about communication.

Grace rolled her eyes, then smiled, then stood. "You can buy me clothes, and I'll let you get off."

"Just not now," Nate rumbled. He clearly thought he'd get lucky today or something, and was obviously disappointed when he realized that this wasn't the case. "The text messages. I want those even outside our 4-week intervals."

From flustered to smirking, Grace was amused that Nate was desperate to win even more ground, even when he had successfully altered the rules despite Grace's objection. But it seemed like he was growing impatient, which Grace loved.

"Okay, yeah, that's fine," Grace agreed, smiling.

Nate smiled. "Thanks," he said. He seemed to have calmed down a bit. "I'm gonna have some fun shopping for you," Nate said, clearly trying to keep the conversation light. He was probably feeling a bit rejected and dejected from Grace telling him no so firmly.

"And what will you be buying me?" Grace teased, feeling like a tease again.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll like it. Or, I will," Nate grinned.

"You're so naughty," Grace said playfully, leaning back in her seat. She took the last sip of her coffee. "I should get back."

"Alright," Nate sighed, clearly disappointed.

"It was fun," Grace said. She grabbed her purse. "We'll see how the next week goes. Work is a bitch. So much to do this time of year, and then these guys want all kinds of meetings instead of letting me work. But I'll make time for you. I always do, right?" she said, giving Nate a smile. "Bye, bye, cowboy."

Nate smiled back. "Bye, princess," he replied. He stood and walked away from the table. She watched him as he left. She knew she had a huge effect on him, and she liked that power. It made her feel sexy and wanted. She couldn't wait to get started with their little arrangement.

Grace sat for a few moments, gathering herself. That meeting was unexpected, and it left her feeling quite excited. She knew that the rules she and Nolan had made would be stretched to the point where they might snap, but she also knew that danger was the thrill. And if they weren't broken, it would still be so hot. And this whole meeting had indeed been nothing less; she felt so hot and bothered by it all.

So Grace stood, smoothed out her clothes, and headed toward her truck. She couldn't wait to see how things would develop.

*

Nate was rather pissed that the small coffee date hadn't gone the way he liked. God damn, was Grace a hard woman to break, but perhaps that made the chase all the more thrilling. This was a challenge, a hunt, and he would not stop until he had the prize.

But he hated how, once again, Grace let Nolan call any shots. Luckily for his own bruised ego, he had managed to force his amendments to the rules and even produce a new foundation for outside their cycles: the texting. So all in all, there had been major progress.

And altering the interpretation of those pesky rules… it was just a matter of time. Nate would make sure of that.

Nate knew he was going to have to be more patient and cunning if he was going to get Grace. He had to play this carefully. He had a lot of progress so far, so there was no reason not to continue at the same pace. Be interested, be a shoulder to lean on, be the one she can talk to, and most importantly, be the one who's there for her when Nolan fails.

He just had to keep pushing, keep pushing. He could do that, right? Who was he to even second-guess himself? He had ruined little relationships before, but Grace was different. She was not a naïve college student, nor some older woman who had an affair to spice up her marriage. No, Grace was something else entirely. But she wasn't impregnable. Nate had to believe that. He had to believe in himself.

He knew what Grace loved about Nolan, and how he had managed to turn her gaze slightly toward himself, and that was the continuous path he had to go on.

"How'd it go?" Nolan asked.

"You should talk to your girl," Nate replied, trying to send friendly, teasing, but perhaps some of his real temperament leaked through. "She's a handful."

Nolan swallowed. "Yeah, I know," he said.

Nate just nodded. "Well, I got things to work on," he said, sitting down at his desk.

Nolan turned his gaze back to his computer, clearly not wanting to say anything further. Nate opened the draft he had started.

"Seatbelt... I'm going to be flung out the door like a torpedo..." Nate mumbled.

Nolan chuckled nervously, though honestly enough. "You're really going for it," he said.

"I'm always going for it," Nate said.

Nolan seemed to have something to say, but instead of saying it, he kept it inside, just giving Nate a small nod. Nate wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't care.

*

To say Nolan was sort of a wreck after this torture of a day. Both Grace and Nate were putting it on him like crazy, making it borderline impossible to get any work done. One thing was Grace, he loved her with everything, and all the teasing he got, he deserved, and he'd get it even worse at home, knowing his foxy girl right. But Nate really pushing his buttons... that was too much.

Nolan tried to think of what Grace might be doing, to think where both her and Nate had gone. It wasn't clearly stated, but heavily alluded to, that they were meeting up. Where? Why? Nolan felt out of breath from how crushing the envious, burning pressure and pain were in his chest.

Every time Nolan closed his eyes to reset, he saw the back of Grace's neon blonde hair bobbing up and down, gently, carefully, in between Nate's giant thighs, giving all the pleasure Nolan didn't think that bastard deserved. Maybe in her truck, the one she loved so much, just outside or something. No. Grace would never do something like that in public and broad daylight.

Nolan shivered and shook his head. He couldn't get his head on straight, but it didn't matter. He was so turned on and so stressed that he could hardly concentrate. Every time he looked up at his phone, he was hoping for a message from either Grace or even Nate. But there were none. He just stared at his screen for hours, not getting any work done.

But it wasn't regret. This was the exact venomous, unknowing feeling he was after. Not knowing. The pain. The lack of control and the complete trust in Grace. But Grace wanted to do this of her own accord. And what that meant, Nolan only got to learn after the fact. 

When Nolan finally got a text from Grace, he nearly jumped out of his chair.

'i'm off, heading home now,' the text read.

Again, visions of Grace slipping Nate's cock out of her mouth, slightly out of breath from the intense pleasure, flooded through him. Grace, so eager, so needy, giving Nate what only Nolan should have had.

Nolan typed out, 'how's your day been?' a cold sweat spreading out of him. But as much as it excited him, Nolan's dick... didn't show up. No movement at all, except for a small tingling sensation. Was he even able to handle this lifestyle? He was so horny he couldn't think, but he seemed to struggle to get it up.

'get home' was all that she said. That was it. Nolan swallowed. It was a command. She always became extra assertive when she was horny. Did that mean she and Nate had done something? She seemed to have gotten home by now, after meeting with Nate, and wanted him home? Nolan didn't have to be asked twice.

He closed his laptop, grabbed his things, and said a quick goodbye to Nate. The man didn't say much, only nodded, and then Nolan was on his way. He drove home, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what to expect when he got there, but he was ready for anything. Or so he thought.

As he pulled up to their apartment building, he saw her truck in its usual spot. He parked next to it, got out of his car, and took a deep breath. He walked inside and took the elevator up to their floor, his mind racing. He was so nervous, but also so excited. He couldn't wait to see her.

When he walked into the apartment, he saw her sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. She looked up at him and smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hey, handsome," she said.

"Hey," Nolan said, his eyes taking in her form. She wore a brand new red nightdress that he had never seen before. It was incredibly short and showed off her amazing legs and the tops of her thighs. He could also see her nipples straining against the thin fabric. His mouth went dry.

"Like what you see?" she asked, taking a sip of her wine.

"Fuck yes," Nolan breathed, his eyes devouring her. He felt his pulse quicken and a stirring in his groin. Maybe he wasn't broken after all.

"Good," she said, setting her glass down on the coffee table. "Because I wore this just for you."

"You did?" Nolan asked, walking towards her.

"Yep," she said. "I wanted to look good for you. I wanted to thank you for being so patient with me. And for being so understanding about everything."

"I just want you to be happy," Nolan said, his voice husky.

"I am," she said, her eyes meeting his. "I really am."

He sat down next to her on the couch, his eyes still glued to her body. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He had the most beautiful, the most amazing woman in the world, and she was all his.

"So," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "What happened? With Nate?"

Grace smirked, and Nolan's heart skipped a beat. "We met up," she said.

"I know," Nolan said. "You told me. But what happened?"

"We talked about the rules," she said. "He added a few."

"What kind of rules?" Nolan asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Well, for one, I'm going to let him buy me clothes," she said, watching him closely.

Nolan felt a pang of jealousy, but also a thrill run through him. "Oh yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "And I'm going to wear them for him. What do you think about that?"

"I think... I think that's hot," Nolan admitted. He couldn't deny it. The thought of Grace wearing clothes that another man had bought her, clothes that he picked out just for her, was incredibly exciting.

"And it doesn't bother you that Nate just added rules to our fun little game, without consulting you?" Grace asked.

Nolan hesitated for a moment. It did bother him, a little bit. He felt like he was losing control of the situation, that he was being pushed to the side. But at the same time, he loved how it made him feel. He loved the feeling of being a cuckold, of being left out of the loop. He loved the thrill of the unknown.

"A little," he admitted. "But I know that you're in charge, and I trust you. So... no, it doesn't really bother me."

"Good," Grace said, a smile playing on her lips. "Because there's another rule."

Nolan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. "What is it?"

"He wants to be able to get off when I'm with him," she said, her voice low and sultry. "When I'm giving him a show. Or when I'm sunbathing on his balcony. He wants to make it an official rule."

"Wow," Nolan said, his mind reeling. He waited for Grace to continue, but she looked at him and studied him. She wanted to see his reaction. Nolan took a deep breath but remained impassive. The thrill of that loss of control overrode any other feeling.

"Would that be okay with you?" Grace asked, her voice soft and gentle. She wanted to make sure he was okay with it before she agreed to anything.

"I... yeah," Nolan said. "I think that would be okay."

"Are you sure?" Grace asked. "Because I won't do it if you're not comfortable with it."

"I'm sure," Nolan said, his voice firm. "I want this. I want you to be happy."

Grace smiled. "Good," she said. "Because I want to make him happy, too. Very happy. I want that big, powerful cock to just let it all go, and I want to be the reason for it."

Nolan groaned, his hand moving to her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. He was so turned on by her blunt honesty.

Grace giggled and kissed him, her lips soft and gentle. She moaned softly into his mouth, her tongue slipping between his lips. She straddled him, pressing her body against his. Nolan's hands roamed her back, feeling the thin straps of the red nightdress, the softness of her skin.

"God, I need you so bad," he moaned into her mouth.

"I know," Grace said. "I know."

She pulled back, breaking their kiss. She looked at him with those big blue eyes of hers, a wicked grin on her lips.

"I want you, too," she said, her eyes glittering with mischief. She kissed him again, this time with a hunger that made Nolan's head spin. Her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, and she deftly undid them, pushing the fabric aside. Her nails lightly scratched his skin, making him shiver with pleasure.

Nolan's hands went to her waist, pulling her down to him, wanting to feel her skin on his. Grace let him, sinking down on top of him. Her mouth went to his neck, biting and kissing his skin, leaving marks that would still be there the next morning.

"Oh god, I love you," Nolan whispered into her ear, his voice thick with desire. "You naughty little girl."

Grace smiled into his skin. "I love you, too," she murmured, her lips brushing against his skin. She continued her exploration of his neck and chest, nipping and kissing her way across his body.

Nolan moaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers. She was so fucking hot, and she was his. He loved the feeling of her on top of him, the weight of her, the heat of her. She was perfect.

Grace's hips rolled, and Nolan could feel the heat of her pussy on his leg. He knew she was wet, that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

She kissed him again, this time with more force, more passion. Her tongue was demanding, insistent, and Nolan was more than happy to comply. He moaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her against him.

She pulled back, her eyes half-lidded and dark with lust. Her chest heaved, and her hard nipples stood out against the thin red fabric. She bit her lip, her hips rolling against him.

"I want you, now," she panted.

Nolan didn't need any more invitation. He picked her up, her body like silk in his arms. She laughed, a light, breathy sound that sent shivers down his spine. He carried her to the bedroom, tossing her lightly on the bed, her pale skin against the dark sheets a sensual contrast.

Grace looked up at him, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"Ready to have fun with your naughty girl?" she said, a giggle bubbling up inside her.

"Yes," Nolan breathed. He stripped out of his clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. 

But as Nolan removed his pants, and Grace's eyes trailed down to his crotch, her face fell slightly, disappointed that he didn't sport the tiniest of erections. The thrill, the lack of control, the cuckolding, none of that got to him this time, and he knew the realization affected Grace. He wanted nothing more than to rise to the occasion for her, but nothing happened.

"Sorry," Nolan said softly. "I... it's hard to... I guess it's just too much for me."

Grace sighed but looked at him again. "It's okay. You still want this?" she asked, almost imploring.

"Yeah, I do," Nolan said, though maybe with a tad less enthusiasm, which saddened him.

Grace smiled then, that brilliant smile that made him feel weak in the knees, and that alone made it worth it.

"Good," she said. Her eyes glittered with amusement as she rolled over onto her stomach, pushing herself up and turning her body towards Nolan, that perfect ass facing him, halfway riding up her perfectly shapen ass. "Now show me how much you love me."

And as much as he wanted to, his body wouldn't cooperate. He swallowed and tried again, but to no avail. He tried to think of other things, to imagine other things, but all he could think about was how unsexy Grace must find this all.

"You are... unbelievably sexy," he finally mustered, trying his best to make things seem normal, despite not knowing what to do. "I am just not, uh, ready."

"Here, let me help you," Grace said, rolling over and standing up on her knees. She scooted up closer to him, putting one hand on his chest, her fingernails scratching lightly. Her other hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him slowly. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply.

Nolan tried to focus on the moment, to focus on Grace's hands and lips on him, but his mind was racing. He didn't want to mess this up, he didn't want to fail her, but he couldn't seem to stop thinking about it. He tried to clear his head, tried to let go, but nothing seemed to work.

Grace continued to touch and stroke him, her hand moving slowly up and down his cock, her thumb grazing over the head, then moving to gently massage his balls. She was clearly doing her best to try and make this happen, to turn him on, but nothing was happening. Nolan hated himself for it.

"Grace..." Nolan muttered. "I'm trying, baby, I'm so fucking hard, and your ass is the sexiest thing in the entire fucking world–"

She hushed him gently. A soft kiss, then a nip of her teeth, then Grace kissed her way down his body. Her lips traced a line from his jaw to his chest, then down to his stomach. She licked and nibbled, her lips barely grazing his skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Nolan breathed in deep, trying to regain some sense of control, to savor the pleasure, the moment, but it was all useless.

"You don't look too happy," Grace said, sitting back on her heels.

"I don't feel too happy," Nolan muttered, defeated.

"Sorry," Grace said. "If you're not into it–"

Nolan cut her off. He sat up, reaching out and touching her arm, trying to reassure her.

"Baby, it's not you," he said. "It's just, I don't know... Stress at work, the whole thing, everything, I don't know, maybe it's a bad day for me. But it's not you."

Grace looked at him, her expression a mixture of concern and disappointment.

"I guess it's just... A lot has happened," she said. "And this is... This is pretty intense."

"I know," Nolan said. "I just want to make you happy. I want to be a good boyfriend."

"You are a good boyfriend," Grace said, kissing him gently. "You just need to relax. And I need to learn how to make you relax."

Nolan smiled, a small, sad smile. "I guess we're both learning," he said.

"Yeah," Grace said. "We are."

Grace looked at him, her eyes filled with understanding. She knew that this was hard for him, that this was all new territory for them, but she also knew that they could get through it.

"It's okay," she said. "We can just... cuddle."

"I'd like that," Nolan said.

Grace smiled, a real, genuine smile this time, and Nolan felt his heart swell. She lay down next to him, pulling the covers over them. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close, and rested his head against her chest. He could feel her heart beating, a steady, reassuring rhythm.

Nolan felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. He felt safe, loved, and protected. He knew that he had made a mistake, that he had let his jealousy and his insecurities get the better of him, but he also knew that he had the most amazing woman in the world, and that she was by his side. And that was all that mattered.

As he lay there, wrapped in her arms, Nolan couldn't help but think about Nate. He couldn't help but wonder what was happening between them, what was going to happen next. Grace had gone on a coffee date on Nate's prompt, made changes to the rules, even though she had told him that the rules were off the table. But if they were off the table, why would Grace go to meet Nate to talk about them? She knew he wanted to alter them. Did that mean she wanted them altered? Did she have the intention of letting them be altered?

These thoughts raced through his head, but Nolan tried to push them away. He knew he needed to relax, to trust in the moment. He needed to believe that everything would work out in the end. Closing his eyes, Nolan didn't imagine the two of them having sex; no, instead, he was seeing them hanging out in a coffee shop, laughing, talking. It was absurd, given who he was thinking about and the person next to him. But his brain was a cruel place.

"Are you going to see Nate tomorrow?" Nolan asked, feeling like a child.

"No. I'm seeing Josh, actually. Remember, your big, young, sexy boss?" Grace teased softly. "Is he the reason you're stressing at work? Want me to talk to him on your behalf?" she joked.

"Nah. It's not him. I'm not sure I can pinpoint it, to be honest," Nolan muttered. "Maybe I'll cut back on the coffee or something."

"Nate bragged about getting a contract when I texted with him. Is that what's bothering you? Nate taking your job and your girl?" Grace teased. Nolan drew in sharply.

"Grace," he said, turning around on his back to look at her. "Please, not now."

"Sorry," she muttered. "This sexy nightdress, by the way." She looked back at him. "It's just for you. Of course, all I have to show off is yours, but I thought if Nate can have that bikini, and buy me other clothes, then I think it's only right you get some things just for your eyes."

"Really?" Nolan said, smiling a bit. He did like that, but the mention of Nate still made him feel like he'd been punched in the gut. A man's virility really could spin his ego out of control.

"Really," she said. She kissed him gently, her hand resting lightly on his chest. "And Nate didn't want me to tell you about the clothes thing. I won't tell him that I told you, maybe, but I told you because I think we're early in this phase of our lives and trust is so important. I know you trust me, and this is why."

Nolan looked at her. If he didn't already love her with his whole heart, he certainly did now. How was she so good? Nolan was confident in most matters, but Grace just mushed his brain and made him feel ever so inadequate. And yet, here she was. The woman he wanted to marry someday, telling him that they had a future and they would build on it together. Not with some asshole, even though she had every opportunity to, but with him, a nervous mess of a boyfriend.

"Nate can wait," Grace said. "I'll give him the silent treatment for a while."

"I bet he'll love that," Nolan chuckled. 

"I'm sure he will," Grace giggled, and she kissed his cheek. "You can relax. I promise you that. And I know you want to make this work, and I do too, but you don't need to be a sex machine for that to happen, okay? We don't have a scoreboard to keep track of that. I want to be able to tease you without it actually bothering you, or if it puts more stress on you. Just relax, it'll happen."

"You're not disappointed?" Nolan asked.

"I am not," Grace said. "I love you, and I love what we have. And I wouldn't change it for anything. Life is more than good sex."

Nolan smiled, a genuine smile this time. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips lingering on hers. This time, there was no pressure, no expectation. Just love and affection.

"Thank you," Nolan said.

"For what?" Grace asked.

"For being you," Nolan said.

Grace smiled. "Well, I've got to get some sleep. I have to do some backbreaking work tomorrow," she said, rolling over, giving him one last good look at that amazing ass as she lay down, her back to him. "Cuddle me?"

"Of course," Nolan said, scooting closer and wrapping his arms around her. This time, as his flaccid dick brushed against her, he felt none of that stress. He felt content, and his heart swelled with affection for the woman in his arms.

*

The next day, Nolan got up before Grace. He left her a note on the kitchen counter, next to the coffee machine, telling her he'd gone into the office early to get a head start on work. He sipped his coffee, musing on how he had been such a pussy last night. His girl had been a fucking vision in red, and he had been too much in his head to appreciate it. So he was determined to make it up to her. And the first step was to be a bit more present in the office. He had to be, to beat Nate. He didn't care that it was pathetic to be so competitive with a man who was fucking his girl, but he had to. It was in his nature. And if he was a failure at home, he could at least be a success at work.

He was so focused on his work that he barely noticed when Nate came in. He only looked up when he heard the coffee machine gurgling.

"Morning," Nate said, his voice raspy. He looked tired. And he was late for work.

"Morning," Nolan said, not looking up from his computer.

Nate grunted and went to get his coffee. He came back and sat down at his desk. Nolan could feel Nate's eyes on him, but he ignored him. He wasn't in the mood to play games today.

"Working hard?" Nate asked. Nolan noticed that Nate checked his phone impatiently. Maybe he was expecting something from Grace, which hadn't come. That made Nolan even more motivated.

"Trying to," Nolan said, still not looking up.

"Next time you're heading out to the office early, let me know beforehand. I stood waiting for you for half an hour," Nate said.

"I forgot," Nolan said. "Sorry." But he wasn't sorry.

Nate scoffed. "Whatever," he said. "I've been thinking about this Tex-Mex campaign. And I think I have a good idea."

"What is it?" Nolan asked, finally looking up.

"It's a bit... out there," Nate said. "But it's something that I think could work."

"I'm listening," Nolan said, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers. He was trying to act like he was in charge, even though he felt anything but.

"So, what if we did something with the whole seatbelt thing?" Nate said.

"Go on," Nolan said, intrigued.

"Well..." Nate began. "I'm not exactly sure how it'll play out yet. I'll have to do more work on it."

"Okay," Nolan said, not sure what to make of it. But he didn't want Nate to see that, so he kept a calm expression. He needed to be assertive. He needed to be the man he was when he wasn't being a passive cuck. He needed to show that he was in control, that he knew what he was doing. "Let me know what you come up with," Nolan said.

The rest of the morning went smoothly, with the two men getting lost in their own work. Nolan was grateful for the distraction. But then his phone vibrated. He checked it quickly.

It was from Grace. He unlocked his phone and opened the message. 'Thank you for the note and the coffee,' it read. The note wasn't anything of note, no pun intended, but it was the little things that mattered. He saw that Nate had glanced his way.

"Just Grace thanking me for earlier this morning," Nolan bragged.

"Yeah? She seemed in a pretty good mood when I left her this morning," Nate shot back. Nolan felt a bucket of water slowly being poured down his neck. Nate was really pushing his buttons.

"Oh, she's always a delight in the morning," Nolan said, keeping a straight face. He didn't want Nate to see that he'd gotten to him.

"True that. Though, after getting to know her so intimately, I think I'm getting the hang of it," Nate said, grinning smugly.

"Right," Nolan said. He didn't know what else to say. Had Nate truly stopped by his apartment? Then it dawned on him. Of course, if Nate had waited for him to go to work, then it would be natural to go and look for him. They lived next door to him after all.

"Want coffee?" Nate asked.

"Nah, I drank at home. I'm trying to cut back," Nolan said, not wanting to go into the reason why.

"Heh, weak," Nate chuckled, slapping Nolan's back before getting up and meandering over to the coffee machine.

The rest of that week, which was just a couple of days, went better and better. Nolan felt more and more like himself, the pressure and tension ebbing away slowly but surely.

He and Grace fell back into their usual routine. She was busy with her work and he was busy with his. But they made sure to make time for each other in the evenings, and he was happy about it. And of course, Grace made no mention of Nate. As far as what Nolan could tell, they barely had any communication either. And Nolan knew that was intentional. Grace had been very adamant about not letting their arrangement with Nate bleed into their relationship. She wanted to make sure that he knew he was the most important thing in her life. That was something he appreciated. And it made it easier to deal with the fact that he couldn't quite get his shit together sexually yet. But she was so patient, and she never pushed him. They would just cuddle, kiss, and she'd tease him a bit.

The weekend arrived, and they decided to treat themselves to a nice lunch out. It was their first official date night since the arrangement with Nate started, and it was something that they were both looking forward to. They went to their favorite restaurant and had a great time. They talked, they laughed, and they just enjoyed being together. And for the first time in a long time, Nolan felt like he was in control again. That he had an overview of himself and everything.

Sunday morning, however, was the last day before the new 4-week interval began, and Grace took the opportunity, or perhaps due to time running out, to bring forth the topic of playing around with Nate, and under the new rules. And how they should begin.

"I've been thinking about what I should do," Grace said, swirling the piece of bacon in the yellow of the egg yolk.

"Yeah?" Nolan asked, a knot tightening in his stomach. 

"Next week it begins... but the last time we approached the topic, and I teased you a bit, your... erh, well, you didn't respond as we both hoped you would. So I was thinking it was due time to discuss this with head above water, and preferably before we start our first week. I mean, if I'm to do this, I want you to be on board, and not have to worry about, well, your feelings." Grace said, her tone careful and gentle.

"I appreciate that," Nolan said, feeling a bit of relief wash over him. He was still nervous, but he was also glad that she was being so open with him.

"So, what's the plan?" Nolan asked, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably.

"Well," Grace began, taking a bite of her bacon. "I was thinking that first we need to discuss the rules between us. I know you like it, a lot I might add, that I take charge. But I need to know what your boundaries are."

Nolan took a deep breath. "I don't know," he admitted. "I just know that I want you to be happy. And I want you to have fun. But I also don't want to be left in the dark completely. I want to be a part of it."

"Of course," Grace said. "You're a part of it. You're a huge part of it. But I also think that it's important that I have some freedom to explore this on my own. Without you having to know every little detail."

Nolan nodded. "I get that," he said. "And I'm willing to give you that. But I just... I need to know that you're safe. And that you're not going to get in over your head."

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," Grace said with a wry smile.

"I know you can," Nolan said. "But I still worry."

"I know," Grace said. "And I love you for it. So the rules. Do they seem fine with you?"

"Well, I actually like that you went out and agreed on them with Nate, on your own accord. It shows that you know what you want, that you're in the driver's seat. So I'm not even mad you went to a coffee shop behind my back."

Grace gave him a look. "Affirmed then. So... the rule between us. We already alluded to it. Secrets. I need to know if you're okay with me... keeping some things from you," Grace said, her voice soft and gentle. She was clearly nervous about asking him this, and he knew that she was afraid of his reaction.

Nolan's heart sank. He didn't like that she was afraid of how he'd react. It made him feel a bit worse about his erectile problems. He didn't want to be a burden.

"I... I mean, I don't love being kept in complete darkness, and I still desperately want to see for myself what's going on," Nolan said, his voice barely a whisper. "But I also know that it's part of the thrill for me. I like not knowing, but I also want to know how bad you are. And you having your own little things with him and not me, well, it makes me feel excluded. And that drives me up the walls so badly, you have no idea."

"I get it," Grace said. "So, what if we compromise?"

"What do you mean?" Nolan asked.

"Well, what if I promise to tell you everything that happens, eventually?" Grace suggested. "Like before. But with longer waits. I mean, telling you how naughty I've been, that will never grow boring. And it gets even better when I know you’ve been on your toes for quite a bit... and perhaps, well, what if I simply refuse to tell you everything? Like within reason of course. Like if there is a special detail, I just never tell you that? Wouldn't that make you incredibly desperate?" She had a glimmer in her eyes as if the thought excited her. That in turn excited Nolan, and his chest fluttered.

"Wow," was the only thing he could get to leave his lips.

"You like it," Grace said confidently. It was not a question. "So, what do you think?"

Nolan was at a loss for words for a moment, then swallowed hard. "Yeah," he finally said. He felt his cheeks redden slightly. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Grace smiled, looking pleased with herself. "Good," she said, her tone final. "Then that's what we'll do. And because you're so good to me by letting me do all these things, and for being such a trooper, well,  I want to include you… the next time I’m on my date with Nate, I want you to be near your phone at all times. It may or may not be to your benefit," she concluded, with a smile that said so much plastered across those thin, sexy lips, that perfect face. Her blue eyes glimmered, and Nolan was once again struck by her beauty. She was incredible.

"I will," he said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He couldn't help but wonder what she had in store for him.

"And I know it's not easy, but it's worth it, right?" she said, reaching out to touch his hand. "I mean, I'm not the only one who enjoys it. We both do, even though you're the one giving up the most. I just want to make sure that you're happy with this."

"I am," Nolan said, his heart racing. He was happy, and excited, and nervous. He was also feeling a little bit guilty. Guilty for not being able to give her what she needed, and guilty for being excited about her being with Nate, even though it was his idea.

"So those premises, you think you can live with that?" Grace asked.

Nolan thought about it for a moment. He liked the idea of Grace including him in some way, of him getting to know what she was doing without having to wait to find out. He liked the idea that she was being a little bit secretive, but that he would be included, at least partially. It made him feel a bit better, and he nodded slowly. And then the thing that she'd purposefully withhold stuff from him, potentially never to tell him... God, that would drive him wild, but also incredibly frustrated. He felt a rush of emotions. Worry, fear, anticipation, excitement. But mostly anticipation and excitement. He knew that she would never hurt him, and he trusted her implicitly.

"I think so," he said, a little unsure, a little worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Hey," Grace said softly. "I'm glad you're trying this, but I don't want to push you too far, too fast. If you're not ready, we can take a step back. But I'm just trying to make this as exciting as possible, and not just for me, but for you as well."

Nolan looked up at her, his heart swelling with love for her. He felt a surge of love and admiration for her. He was so lucky to have her, to have her as his girlfriend. He couldn't believe how lucky he was.

"I love you," he blurted out, not even realizing what he was saying until he'd said it.

Grace smiled, a wide, genuine, beautiful smile. "I love you, too," she said. "So again, you think you can live with that?" Grace asked.

Nolan thought about it for a moment. He liked the idea of Grace including him in some way, of him getting to know what she was doing without having to wait to find out. He liked the idea that she was being a little bit secretive, but that he would be included, at least partially. It made him feel a bit better, and he nodded slowly.

"I... I think I could live with that," Nolan said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I think I like that idea. And... how are you going to include me?" he asked.

"You'll see," Grace said.

"When?" Nolan asked. Grace shrugged.

"Don't worry about that," she said, her eyes lighting up.

"You're really getting a kick out of this," Nolan said, a slight grin appearing on his lips.

Grace grinned at him, her smile almost blinding in its intensity. "What can I say?" she said, her voice laced with faux innocence. "It's fun to be in control."

"Well... that's good," Nolan said. "You look really happy." And the thing was: he believed it. She did look genuinely excited, almost giddy with anticipation, in that confident and sexy way she could be.

"I am. And I love that we've had this talk. It's been on my mind a lot lately," Grace said.

"I know. I can tell," Nolan said.

"Absolutely not," Grace said. "I'll still tell you some things. Perhaps not all of it..." Grace looked at him with a small hint of even more flirtation. "... while you don't like that Nate and I have a few things between just him and me, I do. I want a few things to be just ours. It makes me so naughty to think, no, to know that there is a little bit of this whole game that you aren't privy to," Grace purred.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Nolan asked.

"Perhaps," Grace teased. She smiled at him and leaned back, almost proudly. It was fun how much she pushed for this, even when she knew Nolan's position on it. But it made him appreciate her honesty all the more, and he knew he could trust her. And honestly, they had already taken a small step in this direction already, with that bikini that Nolan knew existed, but that only Nate got to see. It excited Nolan.

"It sounds perfect," Nolan said, leaning over and giving her a kiss. "You're the best. You really are."

"I try," Grace said, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, I think we've covered the rules. For now, at least."

"Yeah, I think we have," Nolan said, a smile on his face."The text messages. I know we've talked about it, but is that all the time?"

Grace thought for a moment. "Yes," she began. "For it to be natural, I don't see a limitation to make sense. He writes to me, I respond or ignore him," Grace said, simple as can be.

Nolan nodded. "You have no idea how crazy it is to be at work and see Nate receive text after text from you."

Grace grinned wickedly. "Noted."

"Wait, I didn't mean–"

"I also should say that he didn't want me to tell you about him buying me clothes," Grace said.

"You already did," Nolan said.

"I know, it's just that... I wanted to, you know, not tell you at first. But I did. I felt you needed to know, but a part of me also wanted to keep it from you. I'm not sure if this fantasy is turning me to not just a tease, but an evil tease, or what. It's confusing, but I'm still learning myself," Grace confessed.

"I appreciate that," Nolan said. "And I think it's okay for you to be an evil tease sometimes. As long as you're still my evil tease."

"I'll always be your evil tease," Grace said, kissing him again. "But I think it's also important that we have some fun with this. That we don't take it too seriously. It's supposed to be fun, remember?"

"I remember," Nolan said, a small smile on his face.

"I agree," Grace said. "That being said."

Grace paused for a moment, letting this last piece of seriousness sink in before she was back to her playful self.

"So... this is your time to back out. This will be the last day before the official week, if this whole thing is back on. I want that, if you fully agree and are completely on board, that from tomorrow, there is no second-guessing. I will flirt and tease Nate for four weeks, probably make him cum at least once a week, then most likely sleep with him at the end of it. Can you handle all of that? Because I don't want any more of this stress and tension between us. It's not fun for me either. We're exploring a dangerous road, and I want to enjoy this. If you can't handle it, then we need to find something else to do. We can still have fun, but maybe not like this."

Nolan looked at Grace, his mind racing. He knew she was right. He had to be all in, or not at all. He couldn't keep going back and forth, letting his jealousy and his insecurities get the better of him. He had to trust her, and he had to trust himself.

"I can handle it," Nolan said, his voice firm. "I'm all in. If anything, I think each time we do it, it will be easier and better."

"So even when I tell you that you absolutely shouldn't let me have sex with Nate again, that it is too dangerous, you still want to do it?" Grace said, holding his gaze, serious from top to bottom.

For the first time in a while, Nolan suddenly became aware of his violent erection. Where did that come from? It hadn't just appeared, had it? For a few days now, it had not cooperated at all, but now, with his feet near the edge of the cliff, it seemed his body was eager to jump.

"I'm sure I'll be scared, yes," Nolan said. "But the whole point for this is to see you experience stuff you, erh, can't with me. And perhaps flirting with danger, but within the parameters of it being us two who are doing this together."

"Good," Grace said. A smile crept across her lips. "But I'm telling you. No sane man would let Nate fuck me. Especially after what he did to me last time I hooked up with him... I can still feel it, y'know. Nothing has ever compared to the sensation of being so full. And full of Nate."

Nolan gulped loudly, causing Grace to smile wider as her foot had crept up into his lap and found his erection.

"I can feel you as well. Maybe it was stress after all. Or did all this excite you that much?" Grace smiled.

"Both?" Nolan grinned.

*

Grace woke the next morning, spent and drained from how many times Nolan had taken her last night. She was relieved to see his growth issues resolved, and was very happy to see that the thought of her and Nate was something that got Nolan going. It was clear he was ready for the next chapter. It was also empowering that Nolan supported her wishes in this. It was odd to live this lifestyle where it was all about her, but she had two hunks desperate for her attention, and she had the thrill of having an affair without the guilt. It was almost like a cheat code for life. Or a perfect little bubble that was bound to burst at some point.

Grace looked over at Nolan, who was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, his chest rising and falling with each breath. She loved him more than anything, and she was so grateful that he was willing to explore this new side of their relationship with her. And to think that she was the reason he was knocked out was also quite amusing.

She quietly slipped out of bed and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. As she waited for the coffee to brew, she looked at her phone. There was a text from Nate.

'morning, princess,' it read. 'ready for our first week? i am. i can't stop thinking about you and that perfect ass of yours.'

Grace felt a tingle of excitement run through her. It was time. And she was more than ready. She typed out a reply, a wry smile playing on her lips.

'i was born ready, cowboy,' she wrote. But she also wanted to take care of Nolan and his rediscovery of his erection. Not just for her sexual appetite, but also to help him heal into the stud she loved.

And while it was Monday morning, and both of them had to go to work, Grace spent the first fifteen minutes pleasing Nolan with her mouth, wanting nothing in return. He loved her blow jobs, so it felt great giving him a treat like that first thing in the morning. It made her feel so good to know that she could please him like that. And it helped set the tone for the day ahead.

"I love you," Nolan said, as he sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, except for the tie he was fumbling with, but with a stupid grin on his face. Grace gave him a wink and went to the kitchen to get him some coffee. She brought it back to him, and he smiled as he sipped it.

"I'm just glad you're back to your regular self," Grace said.

"Yeah," Nolan chuckled. "I was worried for a second."

"I was ready to call off our whole hotwife, cuckold thingy," Grace said, also chuckling. She would hate to do it; it was so much fun, but Nolan came first. And sometimes men are too stupid or too horny for their own well-being, and thus it fell on Grace to be sensible. "Anyway, I gotta go. I have to fetch this book at the store for a client who wanted the bible of gardening. Poor guy, has no clue."

"Yeah? Talking of clients. You went to Josh's?" Nolan asked.

"I did. He wasn't there, so I just went around back and did some measurements of his... backyard. I almost wanna object to calling it a backyard. It's thirty acres for fucks sake," Grace scoffed.

"What sort of clothing will you be wearing?" Nolan asked suggestively. "If you're going there today."

"Overalls," Grace said with a shrug. "I hope he's home. I want to ask him about what he wants done. He was a bit apprehensive about details. I'm sensing he wants me to take the lead."

"I bet he does," Nolan said.

Grace let Nolan fix his tie and eat his breakfast, as she had indeed to get going. After finishing his coffee, Nolan gave her a kiss and a gentle slap on her ass.

"Have a great day, my love," he said.

"You too, handsome," she replied, with a wink.

Grace grabbed her keys and headed out the door. She was excited about the day ahead. It was the first day of the new cycle, and she couldn't wait to see where the road went. Though with her calendar and her concerns for Nolan, she had truly no idea when she would stop by Nate's.

However, at the bookstore, that quickly changed. Grace had never envisioned that she'd give any sort of gift to Nate, but when she saw one particular book, she knew she just had to get it for him.

"What's up?" he said, as he opened the door; his surprise at her showing up already on the first day of their new cycle was evident. He was shirtless, his broad chest, large beer belly, and thick arms on full display. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants that did little to hide his impressive package. Grace's eyes lingered there for a moment before she met his gaze.

"Hi," she said. "I just wanted to drop this off." She held up the book she'd bought for him.

Nate looked at it, a smile playing on his lips. "What's this?" he asked.

"A gift," she said, handing it to him. "I thought you might like it."

Nate took the book, his fingers brushing against hers. He looked down at the cover. "'How to live with a huge penis'," Nate said, chuckling. "Hah! Now, that's a book! You're a fucking riot, aren't you?"

"I try," Grace said. He clearly liked the gift, but Grace also noted his eyes roamed her body. She felt a familiar heat between her legs. It was so exciting to see how much he wanted her.

"So, you're not gonna... give me a glimpse of the third leg?" Grace asked, biting her lower lip at being so naughty. She was just teasing, of course.

Nate's eyes darkened. He stepped aside, letting her into his apartment. "You want to see it, princess?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Grace's heart pounded in her chest. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't resist now that she had already asked. She slowly nodded, her eyes locked on his.

Nate grinned, a slow, predatory smile. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and slowly pushed them down. Grace's breath hitched as his cock sprang free. It was long and thick, just as she remembered it. It was already semi-hard, and it seemed to grow even larger as she watched.

"You like what you see?" Nate asked, his voice filled with arrogance.

Grace nodded, unable to speak. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs. He had such a sexy fucking cock. Big, angry-looking, with roping veins pulsing and pumping blood all over his shaft. The head was a deep purple and so thick and wide. She couldn't believe she had that inside her, and she felt her body already yearning to feel it again. But that was for another time.

"You want to touch it?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Grace did want to touch it. But she also didn't want to give up what he wanted so easily. And she didn't have time. "I have to get going. I'm in the middle of a workday. But... yeah, maybe another day," Grace said coyly.

"Don't you want to see it hard, though?" Nate insisted. "Maybe just give me a handjob? That's all I want. I won't touch you. Just give the big guy some loving and then be on your way." He knew she was playing hard to get and was making it very difficult for her to say no. It was a tempting offer, especially since she had just seen his monster and knew she wanted to feel it. "At least show me yours. I've shown you mine."

"Out here?" Grace scoffed, looking down the open hallway. She didn't really care for flashing herself out in the open. At least Nate was in his apartment and out of direct view.

"You can step inside if you like?" he offered, gesturing towards the open door.

Grace looked down the hall, back to the cock she wanted in her hands so badly. But did she want to give her show of the week right now? And she didn't have much time, either. Maybe she could just do it, but be a tease about it. So, Grace walked into Nate's apartment, closing the door behind her.

Grace's heart raced. She felt her pulse in her ears. The anticipation of showing off for his big cock was making her dizzy.

She took a step closer to Nate, her eyes never leaving his cock. It was so big and so beautiful. She couldn't wait to touch it. She couldn't help but reach out and run her fingers down the length of it.

"Jesus Christ," Nate hissed. His cock pulsed. His balls hung heavy and big. He was ready to fuck, but she was just teasing.

"You want me to give you a handjob?" Grace asked, looking up at Nate. Her voice was husky, her eyes dark with desire.

"Yes," Nate said, his voice a low growl.

Grace nodded, her eyes still locked on his. She slowly dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his cock. She took a moment to admire it. Then she looked up at Nate. His eyes were dark with lust, and his chest heaved with each breath. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the need for her touch.

She slowly wrapped her hand around his cock. Nate's breath hitched at the contact. Grace started to slowly stroke his shaft. His cock was hot and hard in her hand. She could feel it throbbing in her palm. She continued to stroke him, increasing her speed and pressure.

"Fuck, Grace," Nate moaned. "Your hand feels so fucking good on me."

Grace bit her lip. He was so hard and so thick. She couldn't help but feel proud of her handiwork. She continued to stroke him, feeling his cock grow even harder in her hand. She could feel his pulse pounding through his cock.

"You like that?" Grace teased, looking up at him.

"Yes," Nate growled. "Don't fucking stop."

"Okay," she giggled.

Grace continued to stroke him, increasing her speed and pressure even more. She could hear him grunting and groaning as she stroked him. She was so focused on his cock that she didn't even realize that she was leaning in and opening her mouth until she felt the amazing heat of his big mushroom head against her lips, so big, so smooth.

She could taste the saltiness of his skin. She could smell his musky scent. It was intoxicating. She wanted to feel him in her mouth. But she wasn't ready to do that for him. So she just kept her lips pressed against his cock, feeling it throb and pulse against her lips. That big, warm hog pressed against her lips, soon her skin, making her feel so dirty.

"Grace," Nate said. His voice was a low rumble. "Grace," he repeated.

She stopped, pulling away. She looked up at him, a wicked smile on her face. "What's the matter?"

"Those rules... about the no-touching rule," he started. Grace's breath hitched. "If I touch you, our date gets pushed another month, right?"

"Yeah," Grace breathed, unable to say much else.

"So, does that mean that we could...?" he started, not finishing his sentence.

"What?" Grace pushed. She had a suspicion of what he wanted, but he would have to come out and say it. Not that it would change her resolve.

"I could technically fuck you, couldn't I? And the consequence is that we won't go on a date in four weeks, but instead in five. Is that how the rule works?"

Grace swallowed. He had a point technically. "Yes," she said, her voice barely a whisper. Then Grace drew in sharply, settling her mind. "But that won't happen. That would be cheating the rules, and it would be cheating on Nolan."

Nate's gaze shifted. He clearly hoped to win her over by tempting her to circumvent some sort of loophole, but she wasn't buying it. It would be too cheap to just give in like that. She wasn't some slutty whore who'd forsake all she stood for, and it would defeat the purpose of this being a fun exploration of kinks and fantasies. There were lines.

"You're a smart little cookie," Nate grumbled, but he didn't protest.

"So," Grace said, her voice firm, yet sultry. "How about I get back to work and let you finish on your own?"

"Tease," Nate grunted. But he loved it.

"Only for you," Grace smiled. She squeezed his cock once more, then stood up, pulling her overalls back up. "I have places to be! I'll see you later," she added, before turning and leaving him alone with his throbbing cock, his mind racing, his body aching for more.

Grace felt a thrill run through her as she started to walk out. She loved the power she had over him. She loved how much he wanted her. And she loved the fact that she was the one in control.

"They can wait," Nate tried, but Grace smiled deviously over her shoulder, catching him staring at her ass.

"Your boss can wait? I don't think so," she said, sweetly. "I'm going to meet up with Josh to discuss... a few things... at his house..."

Grace saw the immediate conflict in Nate's face. On one hand, he wasn't a cuck, so he had no reason to think that would be anything but a bad idea. But on the other hand, Grace was Nolan's girlfriend, not his.

"You know he's married, right?" Nate finally said.

Grace smiled sweetly. "Jealous, are we?" she asked, then swung out the door and made her way down to her truck.

*

For all the reasons that Nate wanted Grace, those qualities just as much frustrated him. He felt a mixture of extreme lust and intense annoyance. She was so close, and yet so far away. She had him by the balls, and he was more than willing to let her have them. But this wasn't a game he wanted to lose. So he had to be clever, cunning, and play his cards right. The last week had also revealed a few things to Nate. Among other things, while Grace liked to be assertive, she also didnt mind when Nate took the driver seat.

But the wait was excruciating. Monday morning, she was all over his cock all the way until she got up and just left, leaving him high and dry. And for the rest of the week? Not a peep. She wanted Nolan on his toes, but Nate was no better at this point.

Nate had tried sending her a few text messages, which she hadn't replied to. He tried not to nag at her either, again, not to seem pushy. He also wasn't interested in getting a punishment. So, he had to wait. He had to be patient.

He tried to focus on his work, on the Tex-Mex contract throughout the week. He spent hours and hours in the office, thinking of ways to make the campaign more effective. It had also, midway through the week, dawned on him that the restaurant didn't even have a proper name. He hadn't even thought about that.

And while he was doomscrolling on Instagram midway through the week, suddenly, Grace sent him a text message and a picture.

'should i make u cum right now?' and a picture of her in front of a mirror, an over-the-shoulder selfie of her naked back and her ass in some good-looking panties that fought to keep her modesty. By the way they hung down her cheeks, it was a losing battle. And as if on command, Nate swelled. 'want me to make it up to you for Monday?'

'right now?' Nate asked.

Another picture. It was the same angle, the same state of clothing, but it was another picture of that flawless ass, so Nate really saw the argument she was making. Right now.

'find the nearest bathroom, if you dont wanna beat your meat at your desk' she replied, her tone bossy and demanding, something Nate couldn't deny. 'u ready?'

Nate smiled to himself as he read her message. It was so hot. He loved how she was so confident and in charge. It was entirely new to him. He stood up, excused himself, and hurried down to the bathroom to see where this led.

'i am' he replied, making sure to lock the stall door. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst.

'good' she wrote. He waited, a few moments passing. He was so eager to see what she'd send next. He waited. And waited. Finally, his phone buzzed. It was a video.

He pressed play. It was her. She was lying on her bed flat and on her belly, facing the camera, her ass sticking up behind her as she looked over her shoulder. He watched her fingers slowly trace a path down her back and between her cheeks. His eyes widened as she pulled her panties down and revealed that gorgeous round ass. His mouth watered at the sight.

On the video, Grace locked eyes with the camera, and then, with her hand on her ass, she gave herself a hard spank, not even changing her facial expression as she did. She was just looking at him with that look, an aura of confidence, a hint of knowing how hot she was, a knowing look, but with just that little bit of an edge to it.

Nate was still trying to figure out what he was looking at when the video stopped. He wanted more. He was rock hard and wanted more.

'did that help?'

'it did,' Nate replied. 'but i need more.'

Another video. Nate's heart skipped a beat as he saw Grace in the same position. This meant she was recording as they spoke, right? He watched her fingers slide down her back again and disappear between her cheeks, but this time they kept going, until she was slowly fingering her asshole. His eyes widened in disbelief. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Her tight, round cheeks jiggled as her fingers worked her hole. He was mesmerized.

Nate's cock throbbed in his pants, but not for long. It wasn't often he jerked off by himself, but his eyes were glued to the screen, so fucking eager to know what was next.

As Grace in the video worked her finger, a small gasp escaped her. Nate nearly buckled from hearing it, but unfortunately, that tease ended the video there. What was this, some ploy to make him beg?

'Nolan loves my ass. And I bet you do too,' she wrote. Nate had no time to reply, as the third video began.

'you know i do' he sent.

Grace's face was still turned to the camera, a knowing smile on her lips. Her hand on her ass had now switched over to the other cheek, spanking that one as well. Again and again. Nate was mesmerized. She was such a tease.

Then, she stopped spanking herself. She slowly ran her hand down between her legs, stopping between her legs. He saw her hips wiggle. He saw her face turn from a teasing, knowing look, into that look of pure pleasure. The camera didn't show where her hands were, but he knew. She was touching her clit, slowly circling it, her hips gyrating as her hand worked its magic. Nate's cock pulsed.

The camera didn't move, and he watched as her mouth opened slightly and a soft whimper escaped her lips. She bit her lip, and her hips bucked as she continued to touch herself. She was getting closer to climax, he could tell. Her breathing grew heavier, her hips moved faster. And then, suddenly, she came, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her mouth. Her hips bucked and she writhed as the waves of her orgasm hit her.

Nate came all over his hand. He couldn't stop it. The video was too hot. His orgasm was so powerful. He couldn't believe what she had done.

He sat there, trying to catch his breath. His heart was racing and his body felt weak from his intense climax. He looked down at his messy hand, a smile forming on his lips.

He had to admit, that was pretty damn hot. He was happy that Grace had sent that to him. But also, that was all he was getting? She just got herself off while toying with him? That was not fair, in his eyes.

He quickly cleaned himself up. While he did so, another message from Grace appeared.

'I thought of your cock. Thats why I came so good.' The bluntness... damn.

'when are you visiting me next? I cant wait to hang out again,' Nate wrote. But no reply. The silent treatment again.

So that was it for a few days. Nate was slowly realizing that Grace was taking the wheel more and more, which he had mixed feelings about. Sure, it was nice that she took the lead, that he was the focus of her attention. But he would never win like this. It felt like this was a power struggle between him and Grace. Sure, he won on the rules, but she now demanded his attention and had him quivering in a bathroom stall like some punk. Still, he watched that video of her masturbating while thinking of his cock over and over and over.

Friday, he decided that he'd go shopping for Grace. While that may have seemed counterproductive in gaining the upper hand, it was a way to get her over to his place, to get her clothes, and to some extent control how she dressed. And he had a few ideas.

Armed with Grace's measurements, Nate went to several stores, getting several items. Some were sexy, but he also got a few regular clothes. Sort of to make her think that she wasn't just a sexy body to him, but that he 'thought she'd look great in this'. A sentiment that Grace would appreciate. He got her some lingerie as well, booty shorts he couldn't wait to see on her, but also a few casual tops. Nothing too revealing, but the fabric would hug her in the right places. He also got her a cute little dress, a little bit on the shorter side. He also got her a couple of pairs of jeans. He liked her in her jeans. He wasn't one to go down on a woman, but damn did he feel tempted when Grace's ass showed off in a pair of skin-tight jeans.

Nate was excited about his haul and the reaction from Grace. He had to get her to come over. So, in the evening, he sent a text.

'got you some things,' he wrote, adding a smiley. Grace's response was a little less than he expected. 

'im going on a date w nolan, cant come over,' she wrote.

'the week is almost over,' he said.

'almost indeed.'

God damn it.

*

Grace just loved this past week. She always thought it was so fun to tease and boss Nolan around; turns out, it was almost as fun with Nate. The assertive man had been all over the place all week, almost begging for her attention. Men like him liked to break women, but now Grace was starting to think she had broken him. If so, it had been almost easy.

He almost had her, though, when he said he had clothes for her. Call her vain, but free clothes? And from a guy like Nate? She knew it would all be raunchy stuff to get himself horny, but she was also curious to see what he had gotten her. But she was on a date with Nolan Friday night, so it had to wait. Nate simply had to wait for his turn. And that was after Nolan. And he would just have to accept it. And the best part of that was that Nolan had been so eager for sex that they hadn't even finished their take-out when Nolan pulled her away from their table in their dining room and had taken her to bed. And it had been a great fuck.

Grace had a plan, and it involved Nate waiting all weekend. But Sunday morning, as they woke, Grace couldn't wait any longer. As much as it had been fun making Nate wait, Grace was on the brink of sanity as well, even if Nolan did her twice a day throughout the week.

Grace woke to find Nolan spooning her. He was hard, as he always was in the mornings. She was a little surprised, though. She didn't think he could get it up again after last night. Or last evening. Afternoon. Midday. And in the middle of the night. She was glad that she had been right, that the stress had been the cause of his issues, not her. It had been quite worrisome, but not at all anymore.

Nolan wasn't even awake, and he was in the process of pressing himself inside of her. Grace had let his hunger be satiated every time it arose throughout the week.

"Good morning," Grace smiled, feeling his shaft at the entrance of her pussy, slowly pushing inside, as it had so often in their years together. But this morning, Grace just couldn't take him. As much as they had fucked over the last few days, she wanted him on his toes today. So, as he pushed in, she pulled away, making him slide over her ass and slip away.

"I want to wait until tonight. Let's save our energy," Grace smiled.

"What?" Nolan said, confused.

"I haven't visited Nate this week," Grace said, rolling onto her side to tease his broad chest with a feather-like finger. "And I want you to know that."

"You do?" Nolan said, catching on. "Fuck, you're going to be a dirty girl aren't you?" he asked, his sexy voice making her tingle.

"I might have been texting Nate a little bit this week," Grace said. "Just a little..."

"Really?" Nolan grinned.

"Maybe..." Grace giggled, kissing his lips. She then quickly got out of bed, completely naked, her ass swaying in his direction before she disappeared off to the shower. She was going to Nate's and she wanted to look hot when she got there. She wasn't sure what he had in store for her, but she knew it was going to be something special. And she was going to look her absolute best for him. She took extra time with her hair and makeup and made sure to pick out an outfit that would show off her curves and make her look hot. Tight shorts, a tight t-shirt that hugged her waist just perfectly. No bra. Oh yeah.

Nolan was still lying in bed. His eyes were closed, his arm thrown across the empty pillow next to him. Grace smiled. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

With a glance outside, she saw that the weather would allow for sunbathing. But now, that came with the promise, the obligation, that Grace had to make that demanding hog ejaculate what would be the biggest load she'd see all week. It was almost unfair. Nolan was great at sex and always got her good, but Nate's sheer size and power were overwhelming. And again, Nate's loads... perhaps it was unfair of Grace to compare the two; it was pure biology after all, and not really anything Nolan could do about it. But she couldn't help it. She liked how a thick, warm load of cum felt as it was being pumped into her. Or on her face.

Grace was a bit nervous as she walked over to Nate's apartment. It had been a week since she'd seen him in person, and even though they'd texted, it was different seeing him in the flesh. She was excited, but also a little apprehensive. She wasn't sure what to expect.

When she got to his door, she took a deep breath and knocked. She waited for a moment, then heard footsteps approaching. The door opened, and Nate appeared, wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He looked annoyed, but then brightened up, as if to remind himself to put on a happy persona for her. He clearly had been stewing in his own juices all week. And honestly, that sort of ominous shift in his behavior was sort of scary. A bit off-putting, but Grace had to remind herself that this was part of the whole experience. Nate had his rough edges, and they'd learn to love them.

"Grace," he said, his voice a low growl. "You finally decided to show up."

"I've been busy," Grace said, trying to sound nonchalant, but she could feel her heart racing.

 "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me," he said, a smile spreading across his face.

"How could I? I can still feel your big cock in me," Grace said with a cheeky smile. She was feeling bold.

"That's good," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I want you to feel it every time you walk by."

"Are you going to invite me in or what?" Grace said, trying to shift the focus away from the prospect of her being his fuck toy.

"Sure," he said, stepping aside and holding the door open for her.

Grace stepped into the apartment. Nate closed the door behind her, locking it with a click.

"So," Grace said. "What do you want to do today? You got me some things, right?"

"I did," Nate said. He looked her over, as if assessing her, hand on his chin, slightly stroking his stubble. "I think we'll have to get you out of those clothes first, though."

Grace felt a tingle of excitement run through her, and the anticipation built. This was going to be fun.

She quickly undid the button of her shorts, unzipped the zipper, and slid the tight shorts over her hips, exposing the thin fabric of her thong panties. The thin fabric did little to cover her ass, and as she bent over to take off the shorts, she gave him a clear view of her ass and the tiny triangle of fabric between her legs.

Nate groaned and licked his lips, clearly enjoying the sight.

"Now, the shirt?" Grace said, biting her lower lip. The look he was giving her made her feel sexy and desirable, and she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Nate nodded. Grace took a step back and pulled her shirt over her head. She didn't have a bra on, so her full, perky tits were now on display.

He watched her, his eyes raking over her body.

"Now, what's this I hear about clothes?" Grace said, her voice a low purr, standing there in his apartment, in nothing more than a silky black thong, that didn't do much as an article of clothing.

Nate smiled and gestured towards his bedroom. "Come on, I'll show you."

He led her to the bed and showed her a few pairs of different shorts that were neatly stacked. One in light blue denim, a khaki one that would no doubt hug her curves like nobody's business, and a white one with the tiniest legs. A bit too tiny to her liking. She didn't really like her clothes so short and revealing, and when it was that tight, it could get a bit uncomfortable to wear, but they did make her ass pop.

She then noticed two pairs of jeans. Both would hug her ass like a second skin, which was exactly the way Nate preferred them.

"You're a fan of my butt, aren't you?" Grace smirked.

Nate's response was a naughty, crooked grin.

"I thought these would look great on you," Nate said, picking up the light blue shorts first and holding them against her hips.

"They do seem like they would," Grace said.

"They're a little shorter than your usual shorts, but I thought you'd look hot in them. I bet Nolan would love to see you wearing them too," he grinned.

"I bet he would," she agreed with a smirk.

"But he's not going to, is he?" Nate said, almost challengingly.

Grace looked up at Nate and saw a glint of jealousy in his eye. She didn't like the tone he had used. But at the same time, it felt like an invitation, a challenge to see how she would respond.

"Is there a reason you don't want me to show Nolan the shorts?" she asked innocently, her eyebrow raised as if to say, what's it to you?

Nate's expression was blank for a moment. He hadn't thought she'd push back like that. But he quickly composed himself, a smirk spreading across his face.

"I was just saying," he said. "You can wear whatever you want. It's not up to me. It's just... I thought these would be for my eyes only."

"Well," Grace said, taking the shorts from him. "Is that so? You want me to only wear them for you?"

"Yeah," Nate said, a determined glint in his eye.

"Well," Grace said, biting her lip. "Let me put them on and we'll see what happens."

"Yeah, do that," he urged.

"Turn around," she said. Grace didn't mind getting naked in front of him. Hell, she loved showing off, she just wanted to boss him around and be a tease for him as well.

"Actually, I wanna sit right here and stroke it while you dress up for me," he replied, defiantly, his eyes locked on her. But he also knew he couldn't have his way all the time, and he was testing her. And now it was up to her to decide how she would handle it.

Grace smiled at his defiance, a little thrill going through her. She decided to give in, but just a little.

"Fine. It won't make much difference either way, I'm basically naked," she said, sliding the shorts up her legs. They fit perfectly, snug against her curves and showing off her toned legs and juicy ass. And as she turned for him, she felt his eyes on her, and she loved it.

"Damn, Grace," Nate breathed, sitting down on his bed, his hand already moving to his crotch, his other hand moving to take off his shorts. "You look so fucking hot. These shorts... they're perfect for that perfect ass."

"Like what you see?" she teased.

"You know I do," Nate groaned, his hand wrapped around his thickening cock.

"So, you like them?" she asked, turning to face him, her hands on her hips. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her.

"Fuck yeah," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You look incredible."

"I'm glad you like them," she said, her voice a low purr. She could see his cock hardening as he watched her. It was so hot. She could feel her own arousal growing as she watched him get off on her.

"Now, what next? Want me to parade around in this one some more, or do you want me to try some of these other ones?" Grace asked. It was actually quite fun trying out all these new clothes. She rarely went shopping, and to think a man like Nate had gotten her all this free stuff... maybe she could get used to this.

"How about the khaki ones next?" he suggested, his hand slowly stroking his cock.

"You got it," Grace said, giving him a wink. She turned her back to him and slowly peeled off the light blue shorts, giving him a good view of her ass. She could hear him groan as she bent over, her ass in the air.

Grace then slid the khaki shorts up her legs, feeling the curve of the material almost hike her ass cheeks up a bit. They were a little more modest, but they still showed off her ass in a way that made her feel incredibly sexy.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," Nate groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock.

Grace turned around and faced him, her hands on her hips. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I think I'm going to cum all over your perfect ass," he growled.

"Not yet," Grace teased. "You have to wait. I still have more clothes to try on."

Nate groaned in frustration, but he didn't stop stroking his cock. Grace looked down at the red, angry-looking head of his dick. It was so thick and so hard. The way it throbbed with each beat of his heart. It was mesmerizing. She could feel her own arousal growing as she watched him. She wanted to touch it, to feel it in her hands, but she knew she had to be patient. She had to make him wait. It was part of the game. And she loved it.

"Patience, cowboy," Grace said, turning back around and bending over to give him another good view of her ass. She could feel his eyes burning into her as she reached back and squeezed her cheeks. She could hear his sharp breath and the way he groaned with desire.

Grace turned to him, her eyebrow raised in a naughty challenge, then slowly stepped towards him, a sultry smile on her face.

Once again turning around, she slowly lowered her brown khaki-clad ass into his lap, pushing down onto his thighs. Nate's hands instinctively went to her waist, but Grace was quick to stop him.

"Ah, ah, ah," she said, taking his hands and moving them to his side. "No touching."

Nate groaned in frustration, but he complied. He leaned back his elbows, thus occupying them, with his eyes locked on her.

Grace slowly began to move her hips, grinding against him. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her, separated by only the thin fabric of his shorts. She could feel his body tense as she moved. She could hear his ragged breath, and she knew she was driving him crazy.

She reached down and placed her hands on his thighs, her fingers digging into his skin. She could feel the muscles in his legs flex as she moved. She could feel his body trembling with desire.

Grace then moved her hands up to her own body, slowly sliding them up her stomach and over her breasts. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. She could feel his cock throbbing against her, begging for release.

Grace continued to grind against him, her movements becoming more and more fluid. She could feel her own arousal growing, the heat pooling between her legs. She wanted to feel his cock inside her, but she knew that was off the table. But unlike before, when she had teased him, she now knew what he could do to her.

She leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. "You like that?" she whispered, her voice a low, husky purr.

"I think those are my favorite," Nate grunted, jolting a bit as Grace had given his cock almost a stroke with her ass cheeks. Grace smiled deviously.

"Why, I haven't even tried most of these," Grace said, playing coy, looking over at the pants and the white shorts she hadn't put on yet.

"They can wait. Just keep doing this," he said.

Grace, looking over her shoulder at this unraveled man, smiled, a slow, wicked smile. She then reached behind her, unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping them, just enough to tease him, letting the zipper open just enough to reveal the black silk thong she wore underneath.

Nate's eyes widened, and he let out a low groan. "You're killing me," he said.

"I'm just getting started," Grace replied, her voice a low, sultry purr.

She slowly started to grind her hips again, this time with a little more force. She could feel his cock pressing against her, the heat of it radiating through her shorts. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew she was incredibly horny too. She knew that if she kept this up, she would be even more turned on. But she wanted to make him wait. She wanted to make him beg for it.

Grace's hips moved in slow circles, grinding against him with an agonizingly deliberate pace. The warm meat no doubt leaked precum all over her new khaki shorts, but she couldn't care less.

Nate's breath came in ragged gasps. He was trying to maintain his composure, but Grace could hear the desperation in his breath. He was a man on the edge, and she was the one who had pushed him there.

"Take those shorts off," Nate said. It wasn't a suggestion or a request, it was a command. Grace felt a jolt of excitement at his tone. She loved it when he was like this. Forceful, demanding. It made her feel wanted, desired.

She slowly got up from his lap, his cock springing free as she did. She turned to face him, her eyes locked on his. She could see the fire in his eyes, the raw, unbridled lust. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slowly slid them down her legs. She could feel his eyes on her as she revealed the black silk thong, the fabric barely covering her.

She stood before him, clad only in the flimsy piece of underwear, a playful smile on her lips. She knew she was a sight to behold, and she was going to make the most of it.

"Better?" she asked, her voice a low, sultry purr.

"Much," Nate said, his eyes raking over her body. "Now, come here."

Grace took a step towards him, her hips swaying with a deliberate, seductive rhythm. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the need for her. It was intoxicating.

When she was close enough, she reached out and ran a hand down his chest, her fingers tracing a line through the coarse hair on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding under her touch. She could feel his breath catch in his throat.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want me, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a low, husky murmur.

"You know I do," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want you so bad it hurts."

Grace stood up, slowly turning around for what had to be the hundredth time to let him gawk at her flawless ass again. 

"You need to, ugh, you need to do what you did before. Grinding in my lap," Nate said, barely able to make a cohesive sentence.

Grace felt a rush of adrenaline as she once again lowered her ass into his lap. She could feel his naked cock pressing against her almost naked flesh, the heat of it radiating through the thin fabric of her thong, and where his meat grazed her ass it felt like she was being branded by a hot iron.

She slowly started to move her hips, grinding against him. She could feel his body tense as she moved, his muscles flexing with each movement. She could hear his ragged breath, the sound of his desperation. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had this much power over him.

But Grace showed no mercy and continued to grind against him. Nate groaned, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He was trying to control himself, but she could see that he was losing his battle. The control he so clearly coveted over her was slipping, and Grace absolutely loved it.

"W-would it be worth it?" Nate asked.

"What?" Grace asked, still husky, but a bit confused.

"Waiting another month for that date if I just... took you right here?" he asked. He was breathing heavily, the desire almost palpable in his voice.

Grace slowly got up from his lap. It was tempting. Like him, she was also very horny. However, she decided to not break the rules. As much as this was fun, the ground rules she had established with Nolan were important.

"Sorry, cowboy," she said, with a wicked grin. "You have to wait."

Nate let out a frustrated groan. He was so close to losing control, but she knew that she had to hold him back. It was part of the game.

"Get on your knees," Nate commanded, a fire in his eyes. Grace liked the assertiveness.

She slowly lowered herself to the floor, her eyes locked on his. She could see the desire in his eyes, the need for her. It was an intoxicating feeling. While she liked being in control, it was fun to let Nate have his moments.

She knelt before him, her hands resting on her thighs. She could see his cock, hard and thick, throbbing with need. She wanted to touch it, to feel it in her hands, but she sort of wanted to see what he had planned. He stood up, towering over her.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

Grace obeyed, her mouth falling open, her tongue sticking out. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw, unbridled lust. He was a predator, and she was his prey.

Nate took a step forward, his cock inches from her face. He slowly started to stroke his shaft, his eyes locked on hers. He was going to make her watch as he brought himself to the brink, and she was going to love every second of it. And Grace was a great audience.

Grace watched as his hand moved up and down his shaft, the wet head glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. She could feel her own arousal growing as she watched him. The sight of his big, strong hand wrapped around his thick cock was almost too much for her to handle. The way he stroked it, the way he groaned with pleasure, it was all so incredibly hot.

"You like watching me stroke my big dick, don't you?" Nate asked, his voice a low growl.

Grace nodded, her eyes fixed on his cock. "Yes," she whispered. "I love seeing how hard I make you."

"You do," Nate said. "You make me so fucking hard, princess."

Grace felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he took charge. It made her feel so alive, so desired.

Nate groaned, his hand moving faster along his shaft. He was getting close, and Grace knew it. She could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed with each movement. She could hear his ragged breath, the sound of his desperation. She knew he was about to cum.

Then, without any warning, he took a step back, away from her. "You have ten seconds to get your mouth on my cock," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ten. Nine."

Grace's eyes widened. She scrambled forward on her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted his cock in her mouth, wanted to taste him, to feel him on her tongue.

"Eight. Seven."

She closed the distance between them, her hands reaching out to touch his thighs. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the tension in his muscles as her face came in contact with his hot, hard shaft, her lips closing around the head.

"Damn, you're a good girl," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she started to suck him. She could taste the saltiness of his skin, the musky scent of his arousal. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing against her tongue. He was so big, so thick, that she could barely fit him in her mouth.

Grace moaned, the sound muffled by his cock. She started to move her head, taking him deeper and deeper with each movement. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she fought the urge to gag. She wanted to take all of him, to show him that she could handle him. But he was just too big. And Grace loved that she was handling something so big and powerful.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with the movements of her mouth. She could feel his body trembling, the way he was fighting to hold back his orgasm.

"That's it, princess," he groaned, his hips starting to move, thrusting into her mouth. "Take it. Take all of me."

Grace moaned, her own arousal growing as she felt his control slip. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the wetness soaking her thong. She wanted him to cum, wanted to feel his hot, sticky seed filling her mouth. But she also wanted to keep this going, to keep this feeling of being desired, of being wanted, going for as long as possible.

But Nate was getting closer. She could feel his body tensing, the way his cock was throbbing in her mouth. She knew he was about to cum. She braced herself, her hand moving faster, her mouth working him harder. She was ready for it.

Then, with a loud groan, Nate came. His cock throbbed and pulsed as his cum shot out, filling her mouth. Grace moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his hot, sticky seed coating her tongue. It was thick and lumpy, a taste she was quickly learning to associate with this man. She tried to swallow it all, but there was just too much. Some of it dripped down her chin, landing on her breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. She could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the way he was looking at her, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face.

Grace slowly pulled back, letting his cock slip from her mouth. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him. She could feel his cum on her breasts, the sticky warmth of it on her skin.

"You like that, don't you?" Nate asked, his voice a low growl.

Grace nodded, her eyes still fixed on his. "You taste better than I remembered," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Nate chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "You're something else, you know that?" he said, reaching down and helping her to her feet.

Grace stood up, her legs feeling a little shaky. She could still taste him in her mouth, could still feel his cum on her skin. It was a heady feeling, a reminder of the power she had been... branded by him. And his sperm, which were, all in all, his genes.

"I try," she said, a playful glint in her eyes.

"You do more than try," Nate said, his eyes raking over her body. "You succeed."

Grace smiled, a slow, wicked smile. She loved the way he, even having a violent orgasm, still paid attention to her curves. She had that effect on him, and she loved it.

"I need to shower," she said, gesturing towards the bathroom. "Unless you want me to go home covered in your cum."

Nate's eyes darkened. "As hot as that is, I think Nolan might not appreciate it," he said.

"Probably not," Grace agreed. "But he would love to hear about it."

"I bet he would," Nate said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "He's a twisted little fucker, isn't he?"

"He's my twisted little fucker," Grace said, her voice filled with affection.

"Right," Nate said, his voice a low growl. "But right now, you're mine."

Grace felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She loved the possessiveness in his voice, the way he claimed her as his own. It was a dangerous game she was playing, but she was loving every second of it. At least for a while.

"Then I guess I'll take a quick shower," Grace said.

"Don't use all the hot water," Nate said, a smirk on his face. "I might need to clean up too."

"Careful," Grace teased. "You'll make me think you want to join me."

"Wouldn't you like that?" he challenged.

Grace didn't answer. Instead, she turned and walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying with a deliberate, seductive rhythm. She knew he was watching her, and she was going to make the most of it.

*

She stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face flushed, her eyes dark with desire. Grace knew, objectively, that she could wipe her face off, go home, rock Nolan's world, then take a shower, but she desperately needed to just get underneath warm water. Or cold water. Her whole body was on fire. Having a cock, and a cock like Nate's no less, in her face, on her face, it was her biggest turn on. And then he did that countdown thing? What the hell was that? It was hot. She loved the assertive, almost aggressive tone, the expectancy.

Grace shook her head. Grace turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to her liking. As she waited for the water to heat up, she couldn't help but think about what had just happened. She had been in control, but then Nate had taken over, and she had let him. And she had loved it. She had even loved the feeling of his hands in her hair, the way he had thrust into her mouth, the way he had claimed her. Was that against the rules? Him thrusting, or him gripping her hair? The latter, for sure. The former? Grace wasn't decided.

Grace stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her body. She closed her eyes, letting the water wash away the evidence of their encounter. She could still feel his cum on her skin, though, stubbornly clinging to her. She could still taste him in her mouth. And she knew, even after she scrubbed her skin raw, a part of him would remain with her.

She lathered her hands with soap and started to wash her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. She could feel her own arousal building, the heat pooling between her legs. She couldn't stop thinking about Nate, about his cock, about the way he had looked at her. She wanted him. The waiting was part of the fun, but right now, having had that thick thing dangling in front of her like a treat, she wanted him. She wanted him inside her, filling her, stretching her. The thought made her moan, her fingers sliding down to her clit, circling the sensitive nub. She was so wet, so ready. She leaned back against the cool tile of the shower wall, her knees trembling as pleasure washed over her. She closed her eyes, imagining it was Nate's hand, Nate's cock, bringing her to the brink. It wasn't long before she was cumming... 

"Grace?" Nate's voice cut through the steam.

Grace jumped, her eyes flying open. She quickly rinsed her hands, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn't realized she'd been so loud. "Yeah?" she called out, trying to sound casual.

"You okay in there?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice a little shaky.

"Sure you are," he chuckled. "Mind if I join you? I could use a wash."

Grace hesitated for a moment. She knew she shouldn't. The rules were clear. No touching, except by her. That would be very hard in a shower where both were naked.

"I... I don't think that's a good idea," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Come on, princess," he coaxed. "I'll be on my best behavior. I promise."

Grace bit her lip. She wanted to say yes. A part of her, a very large part, wanted to feel his hands on her, to feel his body pressed against hers. But she also knew that it would be breaking the rules. It would be pushing the boundaries too far. And even though she loved to push boundaries, she also knew that she had to respect the agreement she had with Nolan. It was the foundation of this whole arrangement, and she couldn't let it crumble.

"You can wait," she said, her voice a little firmer this time.

Nate was silent for a moment. "Fine," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "But I'm not happy about it."

"I know," Grace said, a small smile playing on her lips. "But you'll survive."

"I'm not so sure," he grumbled.

Grace chuckled. "You're a big boy, you'll be fine," she said. 

Nate sat down at the toilet by the sound of it, beyond the matted sliding door, with a small huff. Grace took a minute to reapply soap, not sure if she was ready to face him just yet, least of all as naked and shiny as they both were in the dampness of his bathroom. 

But Nate wasn't done talking, apparently.

"Do you ever think about it?" he asked.

"What?" Grace asked, knowing sort of what he was getting at.

"Our date. And after," he said. 

Grace did. All the time. The sex that night had been raw and primal. Nate had taken her with a ferocity that she hadn't expected, a ferocity that had left her breathless and wanting more. He had used her in ways that she had only ever dreamed of, and she had loved every second of it. The thought of doing it again, of feeling his big cock stretching her, filling her, was almost too much to bear. It honestly both intimidated and scared Grace how Nate could make her feel.

"Of course," she said. "I think about it all the time."

"So you know what you're missing, right?" Nate said, standing up from the seat. "You know what we could be doing right now, if it weren't for these stupid rules."

"I know," Grace said. "But the rules are there for a reason. Just because I want your dick again doesn't mean I can just do it. Besides, the wait will make it so much better. If we get there."

"But that wasn't my dick," Nate said, much closer now. "That was me. I was inside of you. We became one. That's a completely different thing from my dick. It's not just a thing. It's me."

Grace was taken aback. That was a surprisingly poetic and... deep... way to put it. But also very possessive. And yet, it made her tingle. And it was a feeling she couldn't deny, a connection she couldn't ignore.

"I know," she said, her voice a little shaky. "And I want that again. But we have to wait."

"Why?" Nate asked.

"Because... because I can't just do that behind Nolan's back. We agreed on this. We have to follow the rules. If we break them, what's the point of all this? It's just a cheap affair then. This is about us, all three of us. And our fun." Grace said. She had to stand her ground. She had to be strong. Even if she didn't want to be. But she wanted to make sure that if they were going to do this, it would be on their terms. It would be so much easier to just go into an affair with Nate, to have all the mind-blowing sex she could imagine, but that would hurt Nolan. And this wasn't about that.

"You say that, but you're the one who just came thinking about me. You want this as much as I do," Nate said, his voice a low growl. "And we're both here. We're both naked. And we're both horny. What's stopping us?"

The rules. Nolan. Everything. But also nothing.

Grace's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She wanted Nate. She wanted him badly. But she also wanted Nolan. She loved Nolan. She didn't want to hurt him. But she also didn't want to deny herself the pleasure that Nate could give her. It was a confusing, maddening, and intoxicating mix of feelings. And she was loving every second of it. It was the sweetest poison she could imagine.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, Nate. Not yet. It's too soon," she said, her voice firm, but also with a hint of longing. She couldn't hide that, not from him.

"I can wait," Nate said. "I've waited this long. I can wait a little longer. But I'm not going to wait forever."

"You won't. Four weeks," Grace said.

"So I don't get another suspension for grabbing your hair and having you take my cock a bit more forcefully?" Nate asked, a glint in his eyes. "And what about the thrusting? That was me, not you."

Grace froze. She had to be very careful how she answered this. She was still a bit stunned that he had done that, that she had let him. It had been so hot. But it had also been a violation of the rules. She had to be strong, but she also didn't want to punish him too severely. She wanted to keep him on his toes, to keep him wanting her.

"I think I'll let it slide this time," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "But you're on thin ice. You need to behave yourself, cowboy."

Nate grinned, a slow, predatory smile. "You know I can't promise that," he said.

"I know," Grace said, a small smile playing on her lips. "But you can try."

"I'll try," he said, his voice a low growl.

Grace turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around her body, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the desire in his gaze, the need for her. It was an intoxicating feeling.

"So, you're just going to leave?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"I am," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You've had your show, you've finished. What more is there to life in general?"

"Truer words have never been spoken," Nate chuckled. "Mind you, I have really enjoyed the texting we've done. Makes my days between us hanging out less boring, y'know."

"Oh, it has been fun," Grace grinned.

"On that note, I actually thought about giving you keys to my apartment. I think it would be so hot if you took pictures of yourself in my bed. You could even tease Nolan with it, making him really start to wonder what you're up to."

Grace felt a strange mixture of excitement and apprehension at his suggestion. The idea of having the freedom to enter his apartment at any time, to make herself at home, to take pictures and send them to Nolan, was incredibly tempting. But it also felt like a step too far, a boundary that shouldn't be crossed.

"I don't know," she said, her voice a little hesitant. "That's... sounds like more of a commitment somehow. More significant, kind of... Like we're dating or something." She was a bit unsure of what she thought of the idea herself. It felt like a step in a direction she wasn't sure she wanted to go.

"Heh, what, you don't think we should date and then move in together?" Nate said in jest, pausing just a second, eyeing her for a brief moment. "But I didn't mean it like that. And besides, think of it as a convenience. And a little piece of trust. And I just think it would be hot, you know? And I think Nolan would like it too."

Grace hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. She was still severely unfocused from everything that had happened. She could see the logic in his argument. "Let's hold off on that for now. I'd need to talk to Nolan."

"Just to be clear, I was just joking. While I'd love to date a girl like you, or you specifically, I meant for pictures. It's for me, yes, but also for Nolan. Hell, it could be for you, as all of this should be. You can pop by, hang around naked in my apartment, go home, and no one will ever know," Nate said. "Whatever you see fit." This was a much better argument, but also a more cunning one.

"Maybe I will," Grace said, not committing. "But not today."

"Fair enough," Nate said, a small smile playing on his lips. He had planted a seed, and he knew it. And Grace knew it.

Grace turned and walked back to the bedroom, her hips swaying with a deliberate, seductive rhythm. She could feel Nate following behind her, his eyes burning into her back. She was still a little shaken. Nate was a force of nature, and she wasn't sure how to handle him. She wasn't sure how to handle any of this. But, despite her best efforts, she was starting to realize that she was enjoying it, even the unpredictability. It was exhilarating, intoxicating, and terrifying all at once.

She knew that she had to be careful, that she had to tread lightly, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it all. And she knew that Nate could tell. He could see the effect he had on her. He knew that she was struggling to keep him in check, and he was enjoying every moment of it. But Grace had to remain in control. She had to keep her wits about her, even though she could feel herself slipping. He was getting to her, worming his way into her thoughts and desires. She couldn't let him win. She couldn't let him have the upper hand. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But she couldn't deny that she was looking forward to their next encounter. To seeing what he had in store for her. To the next level of their game. And to seeing what would happen when the countdown was over. And up until then.

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Thanks you for reading. This was one was kind of long-ish as in how much it covered, so I would very much appreciate constructive feedback(all other comments are welcome too, of course). I might also scrap some of it. That is mainly due that plans sometimes doesn't look as good on paper. If I do scrap it, I'll let you know.