“You didn’t tell me your friend’s place was…” I trailed off, looking around the massive marble-tiled entryway. I think my first apartment was smaller. Than the entryway.
“I know.” You smiled at me, that same wicked smile that always made me melt. “It’s massive. And it’s all ours until she gets back from Japan tomorrow. Molly usually house sits, but she’s on a girl’s trip with Winter this weekend. Lucky us. Here, let me take your coat.”
I blushed as you helped me out of the long jacket I had wrapped around me. Underneath, I was wearing just my bra and panties, as you had instructed, a simple black set that I knew you’d like, along with my black leather cuffs. You always liked me in black. Your dark gray eyes looked me up and down, and my gaze fell to the floor. You reached down and lifted my chin up to look at you.
“Good girl. Come on, I made us dinner.”
You clipped a leash to the collar around my neck and led me to the kitchen, my heels clacking down the hall. As expected, the kitchen looked like something out of a magazine. Pasta bubbled on the stove, and you pulled out a spoon to give me a taste of the sauce. Slightly sweet, spicy, almost perfect. Maybe needing a bit more salt. You kissed me deeply and agreed – the sauce needed more salt.
“I’ll set the table,” I said, trying to be helpful. Your kiss lingered on my lips.
“Not necessary.” You smiled and handed me a plate of food. “Here, help me carry this into the library.”
Library. Of course someone who goes by Dirty Librarian would have a huge library in her house.
A fire was already crackling in the fireplace, and we sat in front of it on a fluffy faux fur blanket. You clipped my wrists together behind my back and fed me bites of pasta from the plate, trying not to laugh as I got sauce all over my face. No matter. You kissed it off, leaving me breathless and wanting more of your soft lips against mine.
“Ready for dessert?” you asked, smirking as I leaned toward you, wanting you to kiss me again.
You pulled me to you and began to trail kisses down my neck and chest, pulling my bra down so my breasts spilled over and into your mouth. I struggled against my wrist restraints, but you chuckled, and pulled my panties down. “Hold still, babygirl. You’re the dessert tonight. You said you were ready, and I’m not in the mood to wait any longer.”
Your teeth were on my thighs, nipping softly and then harder, hard enough to make me cry out.
“Too much?” you asked, looking up at me.
“More.” I whispered.
You growled and bit hard enough that I knew I’d still have marks tomorrow. One finger found my slit and prodded inside. I couldn’t stop myself from moving against you. I wanted you to fill me now, but you only laughed again. “So eager for me. You’re completely drenched already.”
You pulled your finger out, and I whimpered at the emptiness. “Please…”
“Please what?” you teased with a smile.
I blushed and looked down.
“Rori. Look at me.”
Meeting your gaze felt impossible, and I blushed even harder looking into your eyes.
“Good girl. Now tell me. What do you want?” Your fingered danced along my thighs, already bruised from your bites. “Tell me.”
“I want you inside me.”
You shook your head. “Be more specific. Look me in the eye and tell me exactly what you want right now.”
I felt like I might die from embarrassment. “I… I want your fingers inside me…”
Your hand moved up my leg, and you slowly parted my lips, but didn’t go any farther. It was all I could do to stop myself from grinding against your hand. “Say please.”
“Please…” I whined as you used one finger to slowly circle around my clit. My legs were trembling now.
“Again.” You gently tapped against my clit.
“Pleeeeeease…” It felt like electricity throbbing through me. I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Again. And I didn’t say you could close your eyes. Look at me.”
My eyes snapped open and I gasped as you flicked my clit. “Oh fuuuuck… please. Please. I want your fingers in me. Pleaaaaaase…”
“There’s my good girl.”
You plunged two fingers in me, then a third, and I cried out, not able to stop myself from bucking against you this time. You held your hand still and smirked as I rode your fingers, unashamed at how badly I wanted to cum for you.
God, I wanted to cum for you.
You slipped your fingers out, and I whimpered in frustration.
“Don’t worry, babygirl. I’ll fill you up again soon. But first…” You unlatched the chains holding my wrists behind my back. “That’s better. I want your hands free for this.”
“Yeah?” I wet my lips, watching you unbutton your shirt and unbuckled your belt. You sat in one of the big armchairs by the fire and pulled your cock out, already hard and dripping with precum.
“Mmm hmm. So you can hold onto me. Get over here.”
I sank onto your lap, and we both moaned as your cock filled me completely. “Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I said as I wrapped my arms around your neck.
“Don’t let go,” you whispered into my neck, almost to quite for me to hear. You thrust up into me, first slowly, and then faster and faster. Every thrust made my breath catch in my throat.
“I’m going to cum,” I moaned, bouncing in your lap to meet your thrusts, your arms wrapped around me.
“Cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I want to feel you throb around me.”
“Oh fuuuuck….” I cried out, waves of an orgasm washing over me.
“Who do you belong to?” you growled, biting my neck hard as I came.
“You. Only you,” I panted.
“I belong to you.” I screamed.
You groaned, and I felt your cock twitch in me as you came hard.
Your thrusts slowed to a stop, but you stayed inside me a moment longer, kissing me deeply as we both caught our breath. I felt you slip out slowly. Your cum dripped from me and probably onto your pants, but you didn’t seem to care. You pulled me closer, and my head fit perfectly on your shoulder.
“You look beautiful on my lap,” you said, running your fingers through my hair. “Can we just stay like this forever?”
“Mmm hmm.” I nuzzled your neck and you kissed my forehead. “Except….”
“Maybe not forever. Maybe a shower first? And some cozy pjs? It’s chilly in here.”
“Okay. In a few minutes. Then we’ll go shower.” You grinned and pulled a furry blanket around my bare shoulders. “Hope you’re ready for round two.”
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