Chapter One - Iris

"Tell me what you want." He murmured, his finger trailing up and down my forearm.

Goosebumps erupted at his touch and I shivered, my eyes fluttering shut at the trivial touch, and deep down I knew it was ridiculous that he still had any sort of ascendancy over me, but right now I couldn't find a single reason why I hated him and why this was wrong. The only thing that I could think about was him touching me. All I needed was for him to touch me. To give me something, anything, and I was willing to throw my pride away for an orgasm or two.

Just this once.

"Want you to take the ache away," I whispered carefully, keeping my eyes on him to appraise his reaction.