“Yeah, yeah.”
Pepper is keeping careful watch over the casseroles when I walk in, grabbing oven mitts and taking out the huge pans—enough casserole to feed an army or all my brothers—and setting them on the counter to cool.
On my way back, I grab a bottle out of the wine cellar.
Mandy strains at the bonds when I walk back in, bottle in one hand. “Untie me.”
“I’m not sure if I’m going to fuck you again or not,” I reply, going into the bathroom and turning on the hot water in the tub that I never use.
She wrinkles her nose as I uncork the bottle. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You were all into prisoner-play five minutes ago. That means we’re done when I say we’re done.”
I pour the thick red wine into a glass and hold the glass up to her mouth. Some of it spills down the side of her mouth when she drinks. I lick it off.
“You don’t want me to fuck you again?” I murmur against her lips.
I set the glass down and grab the small vibrator.
Her eyes blink up at me. She licks the last drops of wine from her mouth. Her hips surge forward when I press the vibrator to her clit. “Y-Yeah, I think—”
She’s still slick when I spread her legs, still needy and craving me as I slam into her cum-slick ass, fucking her ass like I wanted to last night, hard and fast. She sprawls on thebed as I take her, her head pressed into the mattress, letting me ride her as she moans.
“Your cock feels so good.” She strains against the bonds.
“You’re such a good fuck, Mandy. You’re such a good little slut for my cock up your ass.” I sink my teeth into the crook of her neck, marking her. “You’re mine, Mandy. You belong to me. Your pussy, your ass, everything—all of you is mine.”
Her whole body jerks as I fuck her. “I’m yours, Salinger. I’m yours.”
I tip her head back, kissing her messily. One last thrust, then I’m spilling into her as she comes, filling her.
“I’ve never,” I begin, my breathing ragged, “fucked anyone like I just fucked you.”
She turns her head and makes a face at me. “I bet you say that to every girl you bring in here.” She pushes herself up a little on the mattress with her still-bound hands.
I carefully undo the bonds, rubbing her wrists.
She’s looking at me with more apprehension than she had when I tied her up.
“Mandy, I need you to know…” My words are awkward, halting. “I’ve never felt for anyone else what I feel for you.”
“Stop fucking with me, Salinger. I’m not some naive girl who’s just over the moon to be in your presence. I’m an adult. We had sex. I don’t need you to pretend to be nice to me after.”
I kiss her, needing her to know what I can’t convey. Picking her up off the bed, I carry her into the bathroom, where the water is running.
She slides into the steaming bath, dunking her head under the warm water. “I don’t suppose you have any bathbombs in that magic sex box?” She rakes her hands through her hair. Her tits float enticingly on the water.
I retrieve the box. “I’d dump the whole thing in the tub for dramatic effect, but it might electrocute you. Then who would microwave my lunch?” I joke as she paws through the box.
“Ooh, look—it’s a penis!” She holds up the molded white-and-pink-striped bath bomb then drops it. The water fizzes pink as the penis shrivels up and dissolves, fizzing wildly.
I stare. “That’s not disturbing.”
“I’m a witch, mwa-ha-ha!” She laughs, kicking her feet in the pink water, flicking some of it on me.
I’m in love with her.The realization is a punch in the chest.
I need to get out before I propose marriage.
