Even though my house in Virginia is only four years old, it looks downtrodden most days. It’s gotten better since the girls left for school, but I know as soon as they’re home, it will go right back to looking like it was hit by a cyclone.
He moves some of his coffee table books to below the table, making an area for us to play. I pick a spot on the floor, genuinely excited for this.
“Would you care to make this interesting?” He asks as he starts opening the box.
“I’m interested, but know if you’re wanting to play strip Sequence, I’m only wearing one article of clothing, and no under garments of any kind.”
His eyes go wide, and he freezes for a quick moment. “Fuck, Bambi, you can’t tell me stuff like that.” He pauses, “How about truth or dare? If you win, you get to ask a truth or demand a dare.”
“Deal.” We smile at each other, this should be interesting.
An hour later, Liam is now wearing lipstick, has shed all his clothing except his briefs, and I’ve learned his greatest fear — mice — and his favorite movie series.
“Really, the Harry Potter series?” His reply is one word, but says everything I need to know. “Always.” I burst out laughing, he truly is a fan.
“Okay, Bambi, it’s not fun when you’re the only one who wins.”
“I feel like you’re trying to lose on purpose. I mean, no one isthatbad.”
I tease him, trying to provoke him and I think it’s working when he says, “Go upstairs,” followed by a single nod of his head. I can’t stop the blush and stupid smile that spreads across my face. I bite my lip and murmur, “yes, sir,” under my breath, heading straight to the primary suite.
I thought he was going to follow me, but I guess not, so I head towards the bathroom to brush my teeth. It’s such an oddly domestic thing to be doing in his house, it makes me pause a moment. When I do, Liam is at my back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is deathly low, and he bites my neck. He releases me and follows it with a gentle kiss.
“No where?” Is my weak answer. He grabs my hand and leads me back towards the bed. I notice he’s attempted to remove the lipstick,I’ll help him with that later, and a little giggle passes my mouth.
“Is there something funny, Bambi?”
“No, not at all.” He looks fucking amazing standing in front of me. His tight black briefs reveal that we’re feeling the same thing right now. His torso and arms are cut, and I actually lick my lips at the sight of him.
“That’s right, there’s nothing funny about your punishment.” I’m instantly wet. He pushes me towards the bed, then grips my hair in his hand, pulling my head to where he can kiss me. And when he does, it’s all fire and all consuming. The passion behind his kiss feels like drowning, I can’t breathe, but I want more. I want him to consume me. My fingers dig into him, trying to stake some claim.
He roughly grabs my breast, and I moan from his rough grip. It’s making my sex pulse with longing for him, only for him. “Liam,” scrapes out of my throat lightly.
“Yes, Bambi?” he says as he continues massaging my breast, adding in a grind of his hard erection along my hip.
“Please,” I plead with him. I reach for his thick erection, but he pulls his hips away from me so I can’t touch him.
“Please what, Bambi?” His grip on my hair tightens, and he grinds against me again.
“Please, I need you inside me.” He instantly releases me, turning me to face the bed, my back to his chest. He pushes me gently towards the bed as he says, “bend over, sweetheart.” I obey without thought, my walls are clenching down on nothing, my longing for his cock is verging on unhealthy. I hold myself up on my elbows when I hear the rip of a wrapper, and a moment later he pushes my dress up over my ass and thrusts into me roughly.
He’s holding my hips in his hands as he slams into me from behind. I cry out from the intrusion and shock, but I fucking love it. I know I’m probably dripping down my thighs at this point. “Liam,” I cry out for him. I love the way he throbs in me whenever his name rolls off my lips.
“Bambi, where the fuck do you get off being so fucking perfect, huh?” he pauses to thrust into me. “Your perfect, tight, fucking pussy. Your mouth, your body, your ass. I couldn’t dream you up better if I tried for the rest of my life.” He slams into me again, still holding one hip, the other holding my shoulder. I cry out again. My clit is throbbing, begging for attention, but I wouldn’t dare try to touch myself right now. This is my punishment, and only he gets to say when and if I come.
“And you withheld it from me, you fucking tortured me.” He releases his hand from my shoulder and reaches down, drawing the dress away from my breasts, exposing me. He pinches one of my nipples hard causing me to throw my head and arch my back.
I start begging, “Liam, please,please.”
“I should have fucked you in the kitchen like I was dying to, filled you up so you could never forget me no matter how hard you tried.”
“I’d never forget you, babe.Please.”
“Don’t call me that right now. You can call me Sir or Daddy, your choice.”Holy shit, how does he know my kinks so innately? I clench on his cock as he pushes into me.
His laugh is low and he says, “Oh Bambi, you were fucking made for me, weren’t you?”
