Her hands wander around me, and I cup her face as her lips demand mine. I can’t tell the time passing, because the world around us disappears.
Her hands want more.
And as much as I want her, too, I am the responsible voice for her right now.
“Lil,” I say and grasp her hands. “Slow down,”
She freezes immediately.
“Let’s find a room somewhere in this house. There must be likewhat—? Sixteen bedrooms in it, I am sure one of them can suit our needs.”
It’s only then that she realizes she has broken her own rules, in horror.
“Come,” I say and pull her with me, as carefully as possible. Even if she doesn’t feel much right now, I know she’s in pain still, and I intend to be very, very careful with her.
We get inside without distraction, and I figure the private rooms are on the upper level, so we take the stairs, not the elevator. I don’t know what she has with them, and maybe, one day, she’ll entrust me with the knowledge. Until then, we’re taking the stairs. Well, I do, and Lilian stumbles up. I can’t look at it and lift her into my arms.
“L-Let me down,” she slurs at me.
“Nope,” I say, “Won’t let you fall down that staircase. Also, everyone else is drunk like you; no one will even notice.”
She groans and gives in.
“That’s my good girl,” I say.
I choose the first bedroom I find, open the door with my elbow, and place her on the bed.
Afterwards, I go lock the door.
Lilian just lies on the bed as I have put her down, and I laugh to myself.
Who would’ve guessed that perfect, arrogant, bossy Lilian is such a sweet girl when drunk?
I lie down next to her on the bed on my side, supporting my head with my hand, caressing her body. The dress is so thin I can feel every bone through it.
My lips search for hers as I lean over her so she doesn’t have to move. I can pull off the princess treatment if I want. It’s not that I don’t like this, but I’d rather pin her against the wall, fuck her into oblivion with a strap-on, and take care of her after she shakes and sinks to the ground from coming too many times.
And I will. Not just right now.
I push my tongue in her mouth and demand her. Just thinking about all the things I want to do with her makes me demanding; lust and desire growling in me.
My hand wanders over her body, down her thighs. I trail withmy fingers over the inside of her right thigh and push up the dress a bit so I can grasp underneath it.
“You have no idea of all the things I wanna do with you,” I whisper against her lips before I kiss down her chin, to her throat and chest.
“Tell-ll-l me,” she says with a gasp. I grin against her skin.
“You’re naked, as you stand in front of me,” I whisper, “My hands wander around your wrists as I tie you up.”
I follow my words with my hands, but I don’t have a rope in reality, so I just continue with my imagination.
“I slip the rope through the ceiling hook and pull to fix you there, oh what a view! I slap you on the pubic to make you present your ass. Just like this,” And I slap her pubic.
She gasps and rolls her hips.
“I walk around you, so I can see that beautiful ass of yours. I caress over it, and my core can’t wait to hear that sound when my hand slaps on it.”
I turn her carefully onto her stomach so I can see her ass in reality, and she puts her arms under her body to protect her chest and rests it on them.
