His eyes are fixed on me right across the landing, until I drop out of view downstairs.
Cass
Ant suggests a chill out in PJs day, so I try my best to relax, snuggling up to him on the sofa while we watch Rocky films. Ant is full of happy chatter and I join in with happy smiles, but the clock is ticking down. I feel it with every passing minute.
I’m terrified of what’s coming through the door tonight.
The afternoon draws to an end, and Ant takes my hand when he sees me fidgeting.
“You’re going to be an absolute goddess tonight, baby, relax. You’ll enjoy it just as much as I will.” He laughs a beautiful dirty laugh. “Although that’s a tall order. I’ll be the horniest guy in the world.”
“I hope so,” I tell him.
“I know so,” he fires back.
He makes us an early dinner of seafood paella, filled with all kinds of fish I’ve never tried.
“You’ll love it, trust me,” he says, and I do. I tell him it tastes delicious, and he smirks at me. “See, sweetheart. I know your tastes better than you do. You should start believing it.”
He cracks open a bottle of champagne before I get the chance to turn it down. My stomach is churning so bad I don’t know if I can handle it, but again, he assures me I can.
“It’ll help relax you, baby. You’ll find it so much easier to be a horny slut with a champagne glow inside you.”
I heed his advice and down my first glass in one. He pours another, but I take this one steady, a sip at a time as I eat. I finish up the glass once my knife and fork are laid down on my empty plate.
“When will people start arriving?” I ask him.
He tips his head. “When I say they do, not your concern. Time to get ready, though.”
He kisses me nice and gently in the shower. He shaves my pussy bare and works my clit until I’m moaning, knowing me well enough to get me excited through my nerves.
There’s another glass of champagne waiting for me on the bedside table when he towels me dry and massages me with moisturiser. I’m sipping this one when the sense of tipsy starts hitting me, and I want more. Need more.
Ant reads me like an open book.
“I’ll get you the bottle,” he says.
I’m staring at myself in the mirror while he heads downstairs, stark naked and shaved to perfection.
“Do you want me naked tonight?” I ask him once he’s back in the room.
“No. I’ll have you in stockings this time.”
I’m surprised by his answer. He’s already got a pair ready for me, taking them out of a drawer and handing them over. Beautiful black holdups with a gorgeous lacy top.
I slip them on and hitch them up, feeling even more of a slut as Ant directs me to give him a twirl. He gives me a round of applause with nods of approval. I almost feel inclined to give him a curtsy in return.
“Nearly time, baby,” he says, and wraps me up in his arms. “Cass, I’m besotted with you. I don’t know what the hell I’d do anymore without you by my side.” He gives another dirty laugh of his. “Or without you on the mattress spread open for me.”
I can feel his hard-on through his pants, and it’s impressive. He holds me tighter as he whispers.
“It’s nights like these that you truly show how much you love me, sweetheart. I know taking cock like a slut is more about my needs than yours, no matter how many times you come like a dirty bitch, and I respect that, baby. I love that. I treasure it for everything it is.”
The gratitude in the way he squeezes me chases away any fears I could possibly have. It would have to. How on earth would I ever be able to let him down when he believes in me like this?
“Let’s get you on the mattress,” he says, picking up the bottle of champagne to take along with us.
I take his hand as we walk down the landing, and the door is already open. The mattress is there waiting along with the cameras, so I get down without any instruction, lying down flat on my back as he expects, but this time he shakes his head.
“Not tonight, baby. I want you up on all fours with your knees spread wide and your pretty ass facing the door.”
I do as I’m told without question.
“That’s my perfect girl. Want more champagne?” he asks and I nod with a yes, please.
This time he doesn’t bother with a glass, just hands me the bottle, and I swig a load straight down before he takes it back off me.
I wait on all fours, staring up at him as he gives the cameras a final check, and wondering what the hell is ahead for the night.