“Let’s go.”
He helped me down from the counters, quickly cleaned and disinfected the mess we left, scooped up our clothes, then led me past the main areas, down a hallway and into his bedroom.
“So… this is where the magic happens?” I paused to take in the massive space with minimal decor and a huge window overlooking the skyline. Like the rest of his house, it was spotless, and decorated in hues of blue, greens, and grays. His bed was so big I could roll around in it without finding an edge to fall off.
“I work magic wherever I go, baby. I’m pretty sure I just proved that in the kitchen,” he taunted, making my eyes drop to his dick as it jumped when he chuckled. “Come on,” he commanded again, leading me into his bathroom. I wiggled my toes when I stepped onto his heated floor, then immediately ran to mess with shit as he got the shower ready for us.
“This is nice,” I cooed, picking up a cologne and spraying it in the air so I could smell it.
“Amaya! That shit is $8,000 a bottle, while you over there wasting it!” he snapped. I laughed and shrugged my shoulders.
“Chase, I sprayed one little puff. If you broke, just say that! I know your frugal ass didn't pay for it anyways!” I shot back. He responded by pulling me to him and kissing me again.
“Come on… Oh wait, hold up.” I watched curiously as he reached under the bathroom sink, producing a package with a shower bonnet in it. “Here.”
“Uh uh, naw. I’m not putting some other bitches’ bonnet on, Chase!”
“You just watched me pull it out the new package, Amaya!”
“So? That doesn't mean it don't belong to someone else, fool!”
“Stubborn ass! Don’t wear it then! But I know you mentioned that you only let your homegirl touch your hair, and you don’t plan on going back home for a few weeks, but that’s on you.” He shrugged before turning and stepping into the shower. I bit my lip, watching the water flow down his body before I did my best attempt at a wrap and pulled the bonnet on my head so I could put this pussy on him again in the shower.
CHAPTER 12
HOLDING PENALTY
This felt like a dream…
A wet dream.
Wet asfuck.
I started my day considering making a call to my therapist over how down bad I was over Amaya. Jacking offeveryday to the thought of someone who I knew I couldn’t havehadto be some sort of disorder, right? Shit, I felt like Pearl was about to go on strike because I had been using that toy daily, when before it was reserved only for especially horny times. Amaya just made me especially horny all the fucking time.
Just as I got the nerve to dial the number, my doorbell rang, and my torturer came in, wrapped in a pink dress, looking good enough to eat.
So I did…
And now she was in my bed.
Amaya Lewis’ fine ass was in my bed, naked, and freshly fucked. Yeah, thishadto be a fuckin’ dream.
“Come here,” I growled, trying to pull her body into me. The shower was pointless, because the moment she was dried and moisturized, my dick was back inside her. It was clear that we were both starved for good sex because every time one of us calmed down, the other was pouncing on them, chasing anotherorgasm. We fucked from mid-morning to the wee hours of the next day.
“No, I don't do that. This was a casual, one time thing. I'll go to sleep because I’m too tired to drive, but no cuddling,” she said, trying to fight through a yawn and failing miserably.
“My house, my rules,” I countered, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.
“I can leave,” she laughed with an eye roll.
“Go ahead and try, Amaya.” I rolled my eyes as she fought against my locked arms for exactly three seconds before her body went lax again.
“This is called kidnapping, sir.”
“Youjustsaid you would stay. If anything, this is just a lil’ holding penalty,” I teased.
“You’re corny as fuck.” She laughed but still settled into my arms even more. A peaceful silence washed over us, but she didn’t let it linger for too long.
