He looked at the handcuffs, then back to me, hesitating. But then he nodded slowly.
I smiled widely at him, and approached him. He again hesitated, then I took one of his large wrists in my hand, but then he positioned himself more comfortably on the bed in the master bedroom. I hadn’t yet moved into the master bedroom with him, so we had sex in each other’s room for now.
I smiled my sickly sweet smile at him, which made him flinch, but he allowed me to lock up his wrists. I started to walk away, when he called to me, voice raising, “Aria?”
I turned slightly, and brought one finger to my lips. “Shhhh. I have to get ready. I’ll be right back.” Then I winked at him. I could see him getting hard through his sweatpants. Maximo didn’t usually dress casually, but had begun to more and more over the last few weeks. He probably thought I was going to leave him like that. Tempting, but no. Although I did plan to take my time getting dressed. Let’s see how well he takes this playtime.
As I stood just outside the open door to his room, I heard him call out, sounding agitated. “Aria? What game are you playing?”
I pushed the door open more, then stepped in. His eyes dilated quickly. “Holy shit.”
I was wearing a red, wet look bodysuit that looked more like a one-piece bathing suit. It had a thong back, showing off my best assets. The front covered just enough of my breast, but plenty of skin was still exposed. I had on a pair of bright red stiletto heels. His eyes roamed me from head to toe, then back to my eyes. I could see his cock jumping in his pants. Hmmm, so he likes the outfit. Noted.
I quietly closed the door behind me, eyes still on Maximo, as his eyes narrowed at me. “Did you just walk from your room to this room like that?”
I shrugged. “Yes. Don’t worry. I made sure the men were all on the ground floor before coming back this way.”
That seemed to make him relax. “Maybe it’s time you moved into the room. This is meant to be our room, Aria.” His voice was husky now.
I pouted. “I want to play.”
His eyes dilated again. He licked his lips, looking me over again. “Then let’s play,Donna.”
It had become a real turn-on when he called me that. It was a sign of high respect being given the title. I had never expected to receive it.
I smiled wickedly at him as I slowly approached the bed. He fisted his hands, still locked to the bed frame.
I crawled up towards him from the end of the bed, his eyes moving from my face to my partially exposed breast.
I pouted. “Don’t you like my outfit, Maximo?” I proceeded to lean up, kneeling on my knees in front of him, my chest pushed out for extra effect.
His eyes moved to mine, drooping a little. “I think I like it a lot, wife.”
That was another thing. He rotated from calling me Aria, to wife, toDonna. Aria was usually used when he was agitated or frustrated with me. Wife when he was being affectionate. AndDonnawhen he wanted to be respectful or dirty. I loved it all. I didn’t think I wanted to admit it, but I think I may have been falling for my husband.
I bent back down and crawled towards him again until I was hovering over his twitching cock. I smiled down at it, then looked up through my lashes at Maximo. His breathing had already started to pick up.
In a husky voice I said, “Does Maximo want to play with his innocent little wife?”
His breathing was coming out in heavy breaths. In a low voice he responded back. “Yes. He does.” His eyes stayed on mine, as I smiled wickedly at him.
“Wifey wants to play too.”
My eyes moved down to his cock. I held myself up with one hand, using the other to rub his cock.
“Hmmm.He looks ready.”
I heard Maximo mumble, “He is very ready.”
I leaned up enough on my knees so I could grab his sweatpants by the sides and pulled them down as Maximo lifted and shifted so I could pull them down and off. He only had on the sweatpants, no shirt. I tossed them behind me, and leaned back on my knees. I continued to look at his twitching cock.
“Hmmm.”
I leaned over him and licked from his balls to his tip.
“Holy shit,Donna.”
I leaned back up and leaned back on my knees and pouted. “I’m not ready yet.”
