She balls up the entirety of the pretty little dress and flings it straight at me. I catch it with one hand and nod with approval.
“Feisty. I like it.” She stands, watching me, her hands on her hips. “Have you ever had really rough sex, darlin’?”
She blinks. “Really rough? Like what we did up there?”
“Ah ah,” I say, shaking my head. “I dominated you up there and gave you a little taste of punishment. It wasn’t what I’d call rough sex, though.”
She squirms and bites her lip, swallowing before she answers. She stands wearing nothing but knickers, a wee lacy bra, and the marks from my belt. When she continues, her voice is a little husky and wobbly. “No, but I’m… game to try, though.”
Excellent. We will.
“Leave the knickers,” I tell her, gesturing toward the little silky pair she wears. “Those will be mine.”
She nods and shifts, and I wonder if she’s getting excited again. I sure as fuck am. “Now, Bryn. Take down your hair.”
Her eyes are on me as she removes a little clip that holds the golden loops and curls in place. It’s come loose from our romp on the roof, but still, when she fully releases it, it swings down in fragrant waves I want to run my fingers through.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, crooking a finger at her. “Come here.”
She walks to me as if on tenterhooks, her eyes on me. She prowls like she’s the queen of the fucking jungle.
“I like when you look at me like that,” she whispers. “I feel so beautiful. So attractive.”
“You ought to.” I reach for her as she reaches me. “You’re a stunner.”
She smiles. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”
“Now sit,” I say, tugging her onto my lap. She smells so good, with that faintly spicy, floral scent that makes me mad.
She reaches for a fork, but I shake my head at her. “No you won’t.”
“Won’t what?” Her brows furrow in confusion.
“Feed yourself.I’llbe the one that feeds you.”
She looks keenly at the two forks. “Why two, then?”
“In case I drop one on the floor.”
“Oh,” she says with a laugh. “Then in that case, why use forks at all?”
I smile. “I like the way you think.” I take the chocolate trifle out of the box. It’s in a small plastic bowl with fluted edges, decorated with shaved chocolate and billows of whipped cream.
I place the flat of my palm against her back, holding her in place, while I offer her the trifle on the palm of my right hand. “Would you like to try some?”
She nods.
“Have at it, then. No need to waste any time. It looks delicious.” It does look delicious, but nowhere near as much as she does.
“Just… eat it?”
I swallow hard, my dick poking against her arse. “Yeah, darlin’. Just… eat it.”
She licks a pretty tendril of fluffy whipped cream, then I watch as the pink tip of her tongue laps at a little chocolate shaving. She sighs and takes a bite. “So yummy.”
I kiss her, tasting the rich, creamy sweetness.
“Yes, you are.”
