She’d only received flowers a couple of times in her life, and then, only on her birthday.His thoughtfulness touched her.“It’s beautiful.”She accepted the tight bud and inhaled the fragrance.“Let me put this in some water.”She walked toward the kitchen, and he propped his hips on the back of the couch, waiting for her.
“Come here,” he said, when she turned back around.
Her boots echoing off the floor, she went to him.
He captured her face between his hands and kissed her hard, ruining her lipstick and making her feel utterly desired.His skilled touch calmed her.How was it that he always seemed to know what she needed?
When she was limp and breathless, he released her.
“Ready?”
She nodded.
“Something you’d like to show me first?”
“Sir?”By measures, understanding dawned.“Of course.”
“I want your legs as far apart as you can make them,” he said.“Are you physically able to grab your ankles?”
“Yes.”
“Then let me inspect you.”
Slowly she turned away from him and assumed the correct position.
He flipped up her skirt, moved aside the wisp of fabric that he’d considered underwear then ran his fingers over her pussy and between her labia.His thorough touch made her jerk, and she had to struggle to keep her legs spread.
“Nice job,” he told her.“In the future, though, I may want to do it for you.”
She wasn’t sure she could bear it.“Yes, Sir.”
He gave the base of the plug several quick pulls, and she tensed in reaction.
Then he spanked each ass cheek hard.She bit back a scream as she fought for balance.Her anus and her pussy both felt inflamed.
“Now you’re ready.You may stand.”
She gulped some air as she stood.“That’s cruel and unusual, Sir,” she protested.
“I could make you travel with the purple vibrator inside you if you’d like, make you fight off your orgasm,” he suggested.
Horrified, she shook her head.
“Then let’s go.”
He helped her into a lightweight jacket, then she grabbed her purse before they stepped out into the hallway.
Mr.Martinez, in his red robe, froze at the sight of her in her boots and short skirt.
“Good evening,” she said to him.
With a huff, he scooped up Sinbad and the ball, mid-roll.
“Good thing I had a jacket over part of it,” she said as her neighbor slammed the door.
“It’s the boots,” Nathan said.“They make mincemeat out of a man’s brain.I know how he feels.”
“You chose them,” she reminded him as they walked down the stairs.
