I run my fingers through my hair, a failed attempt to tame the tangles.
“Leave it wild. Bed head becomes you. I want to pull it like you were pulling mine while I fucked you.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?”
“You could have. I think that would’ve been hot. I kind of wanted you to.” I flush crimson at my admission. I cover my face, but he pulls my hands away.
“Don’t ever be afraid to voice what you want in the bedroom. Tell me what you like. I already know that you like my filthy mouth.” He smirks. “But I don’t want to always guess. Take what you want from me. I’m into some kinky shit, so you can’t surprise me.”
“Kinky, eh? Like what?” I’m still riding high from all my morning orgasms.
“I rather show you,” he says, pulling me to him. He licks my lips before backing away. “But let’s eat first.” I never knew he was such a tease.
“Tease,” I accuse.
“Never that, sweetheart. I plan to fuck you again as soon as we finish eating. I’m just afraid that if I show you all my kinky ways, I’ll scare you.” He smirks.
“Am I supposed to be scared?” I challenge.
“Babe, my kink is not meant to be scary, but it is for the open-minded and free. We don’t have to rush. We can explore boundaries and find out how your body responds. I want to discover all the ways that bring you pleasure because it’s not just about what I like … It’s about you learning about your own kinks,” he explains. “When I turn it up a notch, you’ll know.”
My sex clenches at the possibility. “I can handle anything you dish out.”
“We’ll see. For now, let me make you my version of my mother’s Italian breakfast frittata.” I follow him to the kitchen and sit at the counter as he makes the preparations. He pours me a glass of orange juice, and I watch in amazement as he prepares the egg dish. He even makes cooking look sexy. After all the prep work is done, he saunters over and lifts me out of my chair. He sets me on the counter and starts his assault on my lips. The kiss is tender and slow. He opens my robe and places a tiny kiss on my nipple. One and then the other. He pulls one into his mouth and begins to suck. A whimper slips past my lips, and he smiles. He pulls away, and I tighten my grip around his waist to keep him in place.
“Tease,” I accuse again.
“Just keeping you warm. I want your pussy to be ready for me and not sore when we finish eating.”
He pulls away, and this time, I let him go. This man truly is insatiable.
I have a plan. Payback is a bitch. I’ll teach him to tease me. I finish my orange juice and pour myself another glass, this time adding champagne from the fridge. I wait until he carries our plates of frittata to the dinner table in the other room, and I let my robe fall. His eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he turns around and sees me. He quickly puts our plates down, but I take a seat. I can see his erection protruding from his boxers. When he is close enough to me, I use my sitting position to my advantage. I pull his hard cock out from his boxers. He hisses at my touch. I lick the tip before taking the head into my mouth. I suck him slowly as my hand massages his balls. His head falls back, and his eyes close in ecstasy. He grabs my hair, ready for me to take him deeper. My devious smile forms around his cock as I pull back and tuck him back into his boxers.
“What the hell?” He looks down at me, confused. “You better be glad my men are all outside guarding the perimeter and aren’t due inside for another hour, or they’d have some interesting content to watch. Now I’m going to have to delete this footage.”
“I’m just keeping you warm, baby. Turnabout is fair play,” I say, using his words on him.
“Touché. But you do know that you will be paying for that little stunt?” He reluctantly takes his seat, and I snicker. “Laugh it up now, my little captive. I have something special in mind for you.” I laugh harder. It may be short-lived, but it feels good for now to beat him at his own game.
We eat our breakfast, and I must admit that it is absolutely delicious. I’m not even a huge fan of eggs. He stares across the table at me, and I can see the lust in his eyes. Oh. God. I’ve really poked the bear. He looks ready to pounce at any minute. I get up to bring my plate to the kitchen, and I’m grabbed from behind. He throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry before he takes the plate out of my hand. He places it in the sink and heads toward his bedroom. He slaps my ass, and I let out a squeal. He pushes the door close with his foot, and then he does something unexpected. He lifts me higher and secures my legs around his head. He walks forward until my back rests against the door. He buries his face in my pussy and begins his lovely torment. He sucks on my nub with renewed fervor. My hips cannot buck in this position, so he is in total control. I squeeze my legs tighter, but he just pries them apart and continues his punishment. His tongue plunges inside me, and I cry out my pleasure.
He looks up at me with that smirk I love so much. “You were saying, Goddess?” I’m boneless. He walks us over to the bed, but I’m already spent. He slides up between my legs and begins nibbling on my neck. “Are you on any birth control?” It’s the first time he’s asked, and I don’t have to ask why. I nod so he can bury himself deep inside me. He pushes me to two more orgasms before we finally let exhaustion take us under.