CHAPTER 39 - NAUGHTY GIRLIt was a card she wrote spontaneously because she was missing Liam–
She had even forgotten about the card!
"Ah, uh…"
Liam saw Harriet's eyes looking all over the place in a panic.
"Oh, it was sent from the capital, so it must have come before you got here, huh?" Liam asked, nodding in understanding. Harriet didn't mean to be here when Liam opened the box.
But since Liam hadn't woken up at all since Harriet left for the capital, it was clear that the box had finally been opened only now.
"This is embarrassing," said Harriet with a low sigh. Her face flushed red, making Liam want to laugh, but he held it in.
"Come on, we've done things more..."
"I-I know, but still, it's embarrassing," said Harriet as she took the card in Liam's hand and tucked it into a drawer in her room.
However, Liam had no intention of leaving things like this alone. Harriet didn't dare turn to Liam yet because she still had to get her expression back to normal first. Just as she had managed to calm herself down, she heard a noise on the bed.
"Ah," Liam sighed softly.
When Harriet saw him, her husband was leaning on the bed, his hands tied to the tie he had worn around his neck. Liam tugged at the knot one end with one hand and the other end with his mouth, tightening it seriously.
Harriet could feel her heart like it was about to explode.
What was even…
"Madam, come here. Please check whether I tie it the right way or not," Liam said, looking at Harriet with his golden eyes.
Harriet stepped closer, but she was reminded of her wide-open bedroom door. She immediately turned and headed for the door, closing it tightly. Her face turned red again, and her heart was beating even harder than before.
"Milord! D-don't joke around like this, it's still morning…!" Harriet turned towards the bed but saw Liam trying to unbutton his pants with his hands tied.
The man looked up, looked innocently at Harriet and smiled helplessly.
"It's so hard to take it off with hands tied… Please… help me, Madam," the man said hoarsely.
Harriet gulped and started to get tempted. The figure of her husband tied on the bed began to make her body react.
Click!
Liam looked at Harriet, who locked the bedroom door behind her. Harriet's eyes, which were staring straight at him, had changed. It seemed, his good wife had fallen into his temptation. A mischievous smile spread across his face.
"Why did you tie it to yourself?" asked Harriet softly.
Her husband chuckled as he watched Harriet slowly climb up the bed.
"Does Madam prefer to be tied up, then?" Liam asked, raising his tied hands above his head.
Harriet smiled and shook her head. "Milord, I asked you. Please don't answer my question with another question."
Liam accepted Harriet's kiss.
Harriet narrowed her eyes, looking down, where Liam was sucking her tongue. Harriet put her hand over Liam's cheek and angular jaw. She brushed some of the hair that covered the man's temples and cheekbones.
This was her husband, the most shining man in her world.
"You can't pull the tie off your hand, okay? This tie is an important prototype for me, and I'm sure your strength can tear it easily…" whispered Harriet.
Liam knew Harriet knew he could let go whenever he wanted, but after Harriet said that to give him a warning, he couldn't get away so easily and broke the tie.
"You should have tied it to me. What would you do if you wanted to touch me later?" asked Harriet groping Liam's chest.
Liam chuckled. "So Madam has dared to tease me, now–Hmm…"
Liam groaned softly. Harriet's long, soft fingers pinched his nipple under his tunic. The man gripped the headboard, trying not to be tempted to touch Harriet back.
Harriet unbuttoned Liam's tunic and kissed him on his collarbone. A small, wet kiss, leaving no trace, yet so seductive to Liam and his senses.
The woman took off her top and skirt, and then tossed them aside, leaving behind her corset and panties, as well as her garter belt and stockings. "I did not prepare to serve you, so I am not wearing beautiful undergarments. Are you willing to forgive me?"
But in reality, in Liam's head right now was how beautiful his wife's body was. A short dark purple corset lifted Harriet's plump chest, pressing the two together in front so that her cleavage was more visible. Black semi-transparent panties and a garter belt of the same colour.
GRIND
Harriet rocked her waist over Liam's penis, which was still trapped in his pants.
"Oh… Madam…" Liam gritted his jaw. He wanted to touch the beauty in front of him.
THROB
THROB
Harriet felt Liam begin to harden under her crotch. Liam's pants look tighter with a protruding middle. Harriet smiled mischievously. She wanted to tease Liam further, and she was surprised that her husband was still being good and holding himself back until now.
She wanted to know how far Liam could hold it in for her.
With a pair of innocent eyes, mimicking the way Liam teased her, Harriet asked, "Milord, could it be that you like being treated like this?"
She smiled seductively and continued, "Could it be that you like taking orders?"
Liam let out a low moan, feeling Harriet's hips against his pants. Liam's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and Harriet was pleased to see how hard Liam had to control himself. Harriet wanted to see Liam aroused even more… because of her.
"Please teach me, Milord. What can I do to help you feel even better," Harriet said softly.
Liam smirked with furrowed brows.
"Naughty girl."
***
"Nngh…"
Liam heard Harriet hold back a moan.
It was still early, not even past ten in the morning, and what were they doing?
Never in Liam's life had he imagined letting a woman ride him on a morning like this–and he loved it. He loved it very much.
Seeing his wife's tight corset struggling to contain the motions of her plump breasts, Liam wanted to rip off the corset hooks and set them free.
And seeing how focused his wife's face was on finding pleasure over him, as well as feeling her silky walls trying to squeeze him dry made Liam even more tempted to break off the tie in his wrist.
He saw his wife's waist turned slightly. "Oh, Madam,"
It felt tight, wet and warm inside her. His senses grew thinner with each passing second, with every movement of his wife's lithe hips–
He wanted a little more… faster… it was not enough–