“Oh, that one. I didn’t think you’d be interested.”
“Well, I am. But I think you should uncuff me first.” I pull at the handcuffs and pray to god she hasn’t lost the fucking key. Blair has a reputation with keys that doesn’t make this safe.
“I had to cuff you else you’d have ripped my new clothes.”
This is true. “If you’re not going to uncuff me, at least come sit your pussy on my face. Or on my dick. Dick’s probably better, actually.”
“I’ll show you what’s in the bag.”
She disappears and twist myself so I can fiddle with the handcuffs, finding they’re not locked at all and instead on a very safe catch.
When she returns I’m sitting naked on the bed, looking smug. My cock is hard and obvious and it grows even harder when I see what she’s wearing.
It’s white lace, all of it. Her bra pushes her tits up, her nipples very clearly visible through the lace and part of them exposed over it as the cup’s not full enough. She wears a lace thong which is see through enough to show me she’s been waxed and she’s wet, the material a shade darker than it should be. Thigh high white stockings with lace tops cover her legs and she can leave them on while I fuck her into next week.
“Jesus, Blair.”
“I have more sets, but I thought I’d save one for each day. What do you think?” She smiles and twirls round.
“I’m going to ruin it.”
She pouts, cups her tits and pushes them together, pushing the top of the material down so her nipples are fully exposed.
“But it’s pretty.”
She’s playing a role. I remember the tone from before I left her in the maze, one of the times she begged for me to take her virginity.
“Come here and let me check the quality.”
“You uncuffed your hands…”
“Come here.”
She moves onto the bed and crawls towards me. I think I’m going to blow from how hard my cock is or fuck her through the new thong, no matter what it cost. But first I unsnap her bra and let her tits free, cupping them roughly, squeezing her nipples.
Her eyes are on fire and we stop playing. Her mouth takes mine and for a few seconds I let her have control while my hand slips between her legs and pushes under the very slight bit of material that’s between my skin and her pussy.
She gasps when I push two fingers into her and starts to ride my hand, sitting up and using the headboard to balance herself. I remember the day I left her to join the army and how she looks the same now, the wildness in her eyes.
“You loved me doing this when we were younger.”
She nods, her tits bouncing.
“But now I get to fuck you.”
She nods again. “Anywhere you want.”
“Damn fucking right.”
I take her hips and bend her over my lap, hearing her gasp as the palm of my hand smacks her right cheek then the left. I reward her moans with a finger in her cunt, before removing it and repeating.
“No one sees what you’ve bought that was in that bag. Just me.”
She’s quiet. I finger fuck her again.
“Just you.”
“Just me.”
