She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched her back. Pressing up against him, she let out a slow, strangled moan. His hold on her waist tightened as he choked out her name. Squeezing her eyes shut, she listened to his ragged breathing.
“You and your teasing…” he growled. She smiled through her hair as he pressed his lips hard against her cheek. “You never learn, do you?”
She only grinned at him cheekily.
“You little whore… What in the world am I going to do with you?” He sighed. “As soon as I end one lesson with you, you’re already in need of another.”
Sitting up, she pulled him up. He ran his hands down her back. Leaning forward, she raised her hips. He groaned, sensitive to her touch. They both stared as she rose onto her knees and his cum dripped down.
He offered her the box of tissues. Cleaning herself, she glanced up at him.
“It feels like there was more than usual today.”
He watched intently as she balled up the Kleenex and threw it onto the bed. Settling down in his lap, she nudged his chin up so he was looking into her eyes.
“Well, we haven’t had sex since Wednesday.”
“It’s not like we can do it everyday.”
“I don’t see a problem with that.”
“Oh, of course you don’t, you sex-crazed maniac.”
He looked at her as if offended.
“Who was the one who dragged me to the bedroom? You hadn’t even said hello to me before you began stripping.”
“I had a rough day today. And you didn’t seem to have any complaints until now.”
“Can you blame me?”
She looked at him with an “I told you so” face before standing up. Squeezing her thighs together, she reached for another tissue. Wiping the last of the stickiness, she tossed the trash into the bin before wandering off to the closet. He followed after and watched her from the doorway as she rifled through his clothes. Nearly losing herself in his black sweater, she popped her head out of the hole before pulling it down over her naked form.
Sweeping her hair out, she was about to walk out, when he placed a hand on the doorway to block her.
“Excuse me, but who said we were finished?”
“Uh, I did. I’m hungry.”
“So am I, for your tight, wet little cu-”
“I want pizza. Do you think Varuni’s will deliver?”
She ducked under his arm. Turning on his heel, he followed after her as she nodded to the other person on the phone.
“One large and one small please. No. Yes, that’s the address. How soon do you think you can-”
She muffled her squeal as she felt him slip inside her. With wide eyes, she twisted around to look at him as he took the phone from her.
“You have the address, right? Good.” And then quickly hung up. Tossing the phone onto the counter, he held her chin as he breathed her scent in. His eyes flashing, he said in a low, threatening voice, “But I never said we were finished.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. Her heart racing, she bit back another moan as he slid in another finger.
“We have forty minutes until the delivery boy shows up. Do you think you can learn your lesson by then? Or do we have to show him just how much of a slut you are?”
Her body flush with desire, she put all her weight onto the kitchen island as her knees weakened.
“I can learn.”
“We’ll just have to find out if you really can, won’t we?”
And that was the end of the conversation, simple as that. There was no use in arguing with him. Not when he was in complete dom mode; save for her safe word, there was little arguing she could – or even wanted – to do. Happily she surrendered herself to him.
Hopefully she would be able to satiate him in the next forty minutes, lest the delivery boy witness unseemly and unsightly situations.