Wait, he said something like seven days, but I am leaving his house in three days. Is up to some mischief again? He wants to extend my stay here. To tie me down with punishment nonsense?
"It seems like you are the one who fucked your brains inside my V-G," I roll my eyes that, "because you seem to have forgotten that I am leaving your house in three ," I state, and that earned me a broad grin from him. He even released a chuckle.
"If only I did, but I can only fathom what it would be like to spend even one day there. But my brain is still intact. You are due to leave in three, but we can work out,” he says as he stops to nuzzle my neck, making me tense and causing hairs to rise.
"Additionally, I could come to your home if we are unable to come to an arrangement.
You can host me for the remaining four days, and you won't regret it, I promise you.
This good boy here won't give you any trouble." I whimper as he licks my earlobe.
Goodness! How can such simple gestures turn me on like this even after all that sex have had?
My!
He lunges in to beguile me once again to his charm, but I swat his face away just a . He smirks.
The guy is such a smartass tamer. He has pondered and plotted everything in detail. I I have already clearly made up for that one-time slip of the tongue, so I ought be yelling a loud, resounding "no" to his face. However, I'm not quite certain what keeping me from doing so. Why his proposal is so eerily intriguing to me is beyond understanding. Could it be that I want this to continue, or...
"So, Ellie, what is it going to be? Cooking, or mind-blowing sex?"
Shit! He says it in a seductive tone and expression that piques my dark side. He a devilish grin, urging me for an answer.
"So, hand me my clothes, Mr Almeda. I need to put something in my stomach and put senses in order before I can decide," I tease, and he smirks as he gets down from bed and walks to his closet.
I rummage around the floor, searching for my clothes while he searches through his -in closet for something I can't really imagine, and I now remember that I in the bathroom. So what is he searching for in his closet? Does he also keep spare women's clothes for emergencies?
I was about to ask him that when he turns to face me, his gorgeous front side my face, holding a white tee.
Huh?
"Let's see how this looks on you." He says this while crouching on the bed, assisting in putting on the tee.
He guides me out of bed, and I stand in front of him wearing his t-shirt as he gawks at beautiful sin-calling scene before him, presumably. I love the sensation of his eyes up my body, though.
His jaw is sweeping our feet on the floor, his eyes ogling me from the toes up and , well, you know where.
"Is it too short?" I mutter, dissuading his eyes from ripping the fabric that only covers forbidden parts of my body.
"Yes, but everything is OK. A beautiful, tempting scene you have. I will make an to restrain staring at those sharp nipples because if I don't, I will..."
"You won't be able to refrain from touching them." I close the gap between us and the sentence for him while placing my hands on his eye-catching abs.
OMG! They seem so firm but tender to the touch. Just when I was starting to feel , my eyes plunge to the deep V-line curve that emanates from his waist , worshipping it's beauty. Ooh, my! I had no idea that I had been stroking it with my fingertips until I felt his arms holding my wrists. I look up to him as he my arms and presses them against his abs, and I gleefully rake my nails into .
"You can play with the abs, but not that other one because it will tickle something ." He says.
To stop myself from giggling, I bite the inside of my bottom lip on one side. The of the site of that other "thing" when tickled is so fascinating.
"Will you stop doing that too? You are being so naughty." He warns.
I halt my mischievous behavior when he points to my lip. "Sorry, daddy."
Ahem!
Please pardon me for my dark side. It is just now introducing itself, so it is unsure of to behave. Daddy, really? That sounds weirdly enticing—probably the reason he grinning broadly and devilishly.
"Watch what you say and do, baby. Unless you only desire another punishment from
Daddy?" He whispers while my hands travel freely to reach for his chest as he pulls toward him.
"No, Daddy. Forgive my misbehavior. Today, I am at my capacity limit." He cracks a smile at my faux pitiful puppy face, which makes me smile as well.
"Alright. Daddy will pardon you for now. And to prove that I am not a bad or selfish , why don't I make you another offer? A different one?"
Huh? One more offer? A deal or another punishment? I know this can't be any good, it's strange because I'm feeling a strong combination of exhilaration and anxiety at same time.
"What other wild idea is roaming in your mind now, Damian Almeda?" I query, eager know what he is up to now.
"Something that will be beneficial to us both, but first, let us feed this belly of yours it stops grumbling."
Shit!
And...
Shoot!
What is he up to this time? I'm itching to know what that is.