The last three weeks had been harmonious in ways I’d never imagined, but tonight we were going to my parents’house for dinner. We both knew it was an ambush. I’d put the invitation off for as long as possible since neither of them knew that I was living with Maddox.
“Come sit on my lap and take my shirt off,” he said, patting his thighs.
I glanced around the room where I’d divulged my darkest secrets. It felt different now—smaller somehow, more intimate, like the space itself had shifted along with us.
“Yes, Dr Maddox,” I murmured as I walked toward him slowly, letting my hips sway.
When I moved to sit down, he raised his hand.
“Straddle me,” he said with a faint smirk.
I lifted my dress and climbed over his legs, placing my knees on the cream leather. His eyes dipped immediately to my cleavage.
“Such a pretty dress to match your eyes,” he murmured as I reached for the button beneath his chin.
“Thank you,” I replied softly, working the button free before moving to the next.
“Do you remember what you did on my couch?”
My eyes flicked up to his amused blue ones and I nodded, my breathing already a little heavier.
“Did you enjoy rubbing your hot little cunt on my furniture, Stella?”
I swallowed and focused on the buttons beneath my fingers.
He peeled the material of my dress down until my bra was on show.
“No panties. Only stockings and a dripping pussy,” he said, fingering the lace around my nipples.
I reached his waistband.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
My fingers trembled as I tugged the belt free from the trouser loop and worked on the buckle.
“How many times did you finger yourself that night, hmm?”
My eyes closed for a moment.
“I think three. I can’t remember,” I said breathlessly.
“Three times, my greedy girl,” he said, tugging on my nipples until I moaned.
“I couldn’t help it,” I said, opening my eyes to find him studying me.
“Take your knickers off,” he said, his gaze hooded.
I shifted back and placed my feet on the floor before following his instructions. He removed his shirt and unzipped his trousers. I watched as he unfastened the button before slipping his trousers and underwear down to reveal his cock. It was almost fully erect. Thick veins ran along the underside.
“Before we go to your parents’ house, I want you to remember who you belong to now. When you sit at their table, I want you to feel how hard I fucked you. You’ll wear soiled underwear full of our come,” he rasped like a man possessed.
He held his hand out and I knew what he wanted.
I bent down to pick up the scrap of white lace and placed it on his open palm.
He lifted them slowly, pressing the delicate fabric over his mouth as he inhaled deeply.
His cock twitched, drawing my attention to it. A clear droplet had begun to form at the head. I almost licked my lips but managed to stop myself in time.
