Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Baby, did you really spend the last hour getting hot and bothered just reading our own damn profile?” I ask, even though I know the answer to my question already.
Her head dips shyly, but her eyes peek up at me from my chest. “Maybe?”
Her response sets me off once again, but this time it’s just a deep, quiet chuckle, one that doesn’t last very long with her lying on top of me because it makes her bounce. And the feel of her softness bouncing against my hardness is something I need to ignore for a moment while I talk to my wife.
“So you really didn’t glance at even one other member’s profile?” I ask to make sure.
She shakes her head. “Nope. I meant to. I really did. I told myself I could have five minutes just to see what you’d written about us, and then I’d get to work. I didn’t know how… in-depth you would’ve gotten, how much of our private life you’d make public.”
“Sav—” I go to apologize, thinking she must’ve gotten upset I aired so much of our shit in our profile, but she stops me, pressing one delicate finger to my lips.
“No, husband. I’m not mad. Not at all. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Reading what you chose as my top three kinks out of that crazy-long list, it was interesting to see, and it started turning me on, thinking about how well you know me. And then, well… my mind began to wander. Especially once I got to the About Us section, seeing your naughty little joke in there about translating my words.”
She shakes her head again and smiles, one that brightens her whole face. “And it had me thinking back to the moment that happened, when you took a chance and went with your gut, or whatever it was inside you that told you what I was really craving. It was something I didn’t even know I wanted. I remembered so clearly, how my body kept asking for more, more, more, and my mouth kept begging, but I didn’t have a clue what the ‘more’ was.”
My cock has turned to steel, pressed between our bodies, as I listen to her recount her version of the night I referred to in our profile. I smiled the entire time I was typing it out early this morning, probably doing much of the same thing Savannah did when she lost track of time, letting memories of the past play in her mind. And the thought makes me feel a little guilty I’ll still have to punish her for disobeying my order, because reminiscing is no excuse for failing an assignment given by one’s Dom.
She continues her story, seeming to enjoy telling me about our past from her point of view. “But then you took over, literally. You took over my entire body, molded it into the position you wanted to use me in to take your own pleasure. I was made to be… just a vessel… a source for you to steal what you needed from. And it was exactly the ‘more’ I’d been dying for.”
My hips thrust upward of their own accord, instincts wanting to take over and reenact the night she unlocked something animalistic that had been caged inside me all along. But it had taken her begging, her pleading, to lure it out into the open to play.
“Fuck, Savannah,” I groan, pulling her up my body to kiss her soundly.
She returns my kiss with enthusiasm, and then her head pops up, my eyes opening lazily to meet hers. “I just realized…”
“What?” I prompt, my hand sliding down her back to her ass, squeezing the cheek and using the grip there to create some delicious friction along my cock.
“Before I got your text this morning! I was in here already, and I was doing some research. I found this quiz and took it.” She bends to kiss me once more and then hops up, holding her hand down toward me to “help” me up. It’s the most enthusiasm I’ve heard out of her in a very long time, so I don’t question it nor remind her that she’s still in trouble. If Savannah is excited to show me anything she discovered while researching my dark desire, then it would be completely idiotic of me to not indulge her.
“Show me,” I say, and she keeps hold of my hand as she leads the way around the desk. I grab the back of the computer chair and roll it back into place from where she moved it out of the way when I ordered her to kneel. I sit down in it, then spin toward her, tugging her onto my lap.
She lets go of my hand and shimmies out of her long green sweater, wiggling to get it out from under her ass as she pulls it from between us and tosses it off to the side. She’s left in just my T-shirt and her panties, perched on my lap that currently has an erection jutting up from my slacks. It takes every ounce of my control not to just slide her panties to the side and fill her with my cock after only taking the time to pull down my zipper, as she reaches out with both arms to spin the computer monitor back to facing this direction.