Ellie hadn’t had an orgasm in two weeks. Even though he’d given her permission to play with herself to orgasm on her own - since they weren’t playing at the club or at home yet - she hadn’t. It just wasn’t the same. She didn’t want her own fingers or even a toy, she wanted him. And he wanted to build their relationship first.

Honestly, she was becoming a little impatient.

Three weeks since Ellie had tried to cancel her membership to Stronghold.

Three long weeks of abstinence and fantasies while they worked on having an actual relationship.

Just this past week they’d started having sleepovers. Real sleepovers where they didn’t do more than make-out, much to his cock’s dismay.

The sleepovers started after he went with her to a therapy session with Dr. Amy. Michael had liked the therapist a lot and being there had seemed to help Ellie open up verbally. She’d talked about more than just the rape, she’d told him about the aftermath, about the way her mom and friend had treated her. How she’d struggled with trying to have a relationship after that before eventually realizing she could get what she needed at Stronghold without having to put herself at risk emotionally or physically. Hearing all her past and her reasons for her actions actually made it a lot easier for him to deal with his hurt over the way she’d kept secrets from him, from the lack of trust she’d had. She’d sounded awed when she talked about how the other Stronghold women hadn’t questioned her or blamed her.

Then, by the end of the appointment, she’d insisted she was ready to try sleepovers, and Dr. Amy had said she thought it was a good idea. Michael might have insisted on waiting a little longer otherwise. The first night she’d been a little stiff trying to fall asleep, tossing and turning and he’d been sure she would call red or yellow - since they’d agreed to institute her safe words for when she needed space or to slow down emotionally - but she’d persisted. The next night had been easier, and the night after that she’d settled right now. Now she was nothing but snuggly.

Snuggly, and somehow her leg just ‘happened’ to keep sliding up over his legs to rub against his very hard cock.

Little teasing brat.

Michael was certain she wasn’t trying to coax him into sex just because she was uncomfortable with where they were at emotionally, which was a relief. She was just horny. He was just worried that if sex was back on the table, she might start regressing.

On the other hand...

Might as well experiment.