I hurry down the hallway to her bedroom, knocking softly on the door. I turn the knob, flip on the light switch, and let out a grunt of disappointment when I spot her perfectly made bed without her in it.
I check the bathroom, but all that’s left in there is the smell of her perfume. “Mia!” I shout as I run down the hallway, my heart pounding.
The house was locked up securely when I got here, but that doesn’t mean that there wasn’t a security breach. For a brief moment, I straight up panic. I made damn sure her ex husband wasn’t going to come anywhere near her ever again on my little adventure, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a million other people waiting in the background to try and take what’s rightfully mine and use her to hurt me.
I should’ve never left her alone, even though I made sure I had eyes on her all day.
I run through the house, throwing open doors, storming from room to room, until I get to the end of the hall where the master bedroom is. The door is cracked slightly open, and the sound of soft music drifts from behind it. I pull open the door, my heart racing, and in the soft candle light, she lays there on my bed, the roses I bought her earlier today scattered around her.
She smiles at me and licks her pert lips, and my dick goes from zero to rock hard when I realize her arms are bound at her wrists over her head with one of my bright red ties.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” I whisper.
“That’s what you’re worried about?” she teases, fluttering her eyelids as she lets out a little giggle.
“You’ve done all this for me and I haven’t even told you what I did today,” I say, approaching her slowly, marveling over the work of art wrapped up for me like a dirty little Christmas present. I don’t know whether or not I want to rip her wide open or take my time, unraveling her one delicious piece of lingerie at a time. “You’re such a good girl.”
“I’ve been bad today, Serafin,” she says, pouting her lips and arching her back as she slowly gyrates her beautiful lace covered hips. “I couldn’t resist. You left me for so long.”
I straddle her body, taking her mouth with my tongue as I pin her down to the bed. She tastes like mint and tequila, and as she licks at my tongue with those soft little jabs, I can barely contain my cock in my pants.
“What did my little mouse do?” I grip her hair in my fingers, tugging her head back, reveling in her eager, devious grin.
“Well, you left me all alone for so long, I had to take matters into my own hands,” she says, raising her eyebrows. “It started with the shower head. You’d probably be really jealous if you knew how hard it made me cum.”
“Such a dirty girl,” I growl.
“Are you going to punish me?” she taunts, reaching her lips up to my face, planting a kiss right on my jaw.
I’ve never had a woman in my own bed. All these years, my bedroom has been my fortress, the only place I never let anyone penetrate. I’ve never been willing to let anyone inside, but Mia just barged right in and made it hers, and nothing’s ever felt so right.
“You want me to punish you?” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot on her neck. She gasps as I rip her bra open, exposing the curvy flesh of her breasts. Her nipples are hard and I twist them in my fingers, squeezing until she groans. “And what makes you think you want that?”
She gasps as I take her nipple in my mouth, flicking the hard nub with my tongue as I knead her breasts in my hand. I love watching her writhe underneath me, her hands tied up like that.
“I like when you get lost in me, Serafin,” she says. “I like when it’s just you and me and nothing else exists. I like when you play with me.”
I roll her over on her stomach, her knees splayed out to the side, her mound glistening with excitement, and I take a moment to savor the view. She’s so fucking gorgeous. So fucking perfect. In my bed. All mine.
I pull back my hand and swat her ass cheek softly and she moans in shock and delight. Her hips sway backwards towards me, her body asking for more. I don’t think my dick can get any harder, and if I don’t take her here quickly, I’m going to
I spread her delicate folds with my fingers, bringing my tongue to her quivering slit. She gasps as I flick her clit and then flatten my tongue, grinding on my face, coating me with her essence.
I spank her again and she grinds into me with desperate need.
“You’re going to make me cum,” she squeals, and I feel like a god. I know exactly how to play her body and work her mind. Lord knows I’ve spent the last twelve years dreaming about all the ways I was going to please her if I ever got my hands on her again.
“Cum for me,” I say, flattening my tongue onto her clit. I grasp her thighs tightly as they begin to tremble and relish her flavors as she loses herself in me, screaming into the pillow.
“You taste so good for a bad girl,” I say.
I slide my pants down, just far enough to free my cock, careful not to let her see the carnage that’s my leg. I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed yet, but she’s so into me, she has no idea what a damaged freak I am. Maybe someday we can talk about it, but right now, she’s exactly where I need her, head buried in the pillow, ass in the air, waiting for my cock.
“Such a good girl,” I
