“Keep out the crazies, huh?”
“You hungry?” he asked sheepishly. “I hope you like orange chicken or beef and broccoli and all the other goodies this Chinese place put in the bag. If you’re lucky, I might even give you an eggroll.”
“I’d love some orange chicken,” she smiled excitedly as she stepped aside to let him in.
Walking inside her small studio, he put the food down on a round oak table. He turned and watched her open the white cabinets and pull out plates as well as silverware. She was wearing a blue tank top and black yoga pants that hugged her curves in a way that made his balls ache with need. The sway of her hips and the tightening of her nipples beneath the soft cotton made his cock harden instantly.
He wanted to throw her on the queen-size bed nearby and fuck her until she begged for more.
“So. Are you the dangerous crazy that could enter my place at any moment?”
“Of course. I mean, what other guy would rush into your place with Chinese food? You should be particularly careful about men like me too,” he teased.
“Oh,
yeah?”
“Yup. For some reason I like to take pretty misbehaving young ladies like you in hand, pull down their yoga pants, and spank their asses until they promise to behave. I’m definitely one to watch out for.”
“Maybe I should hire security to guard my door,” she said thoughtfully.
“Probably. Maybe even hire two guys or something. You never know what could happen,” he mused while opening the food containers. He served himself a decent portion of pork fried rice, as well as some beef and broccoli. She smirked at him while helping herself some of the orange chicken and white rice. She picked up a pair of chopsticks while he reached for a fork and knife.
“Weak,” she commented with a chuckle.
“I just want to eat faster. The sooner I finish my dinner, the sooner I can put you over my knees for some much-needed attention before bed.”
He laughed when she fumbled with her chopsticks and dropped a piece of chicken back onto her plate.
“Or we could watch a movie or something like a regular couple.”
She glared back at him while squirming on her chair and he grinned. She wouldn’t admit it, but he could tell that she desperately wanted him to touch her. A soft blush caressed her cheeks as she bit her lower lip. She focused intensely on picking up that piece of chicken once again and rushed it to her lips.
They finished the rest of their late-night dinner and he helped her to clean the dishes. All the while, he would let his hand graze across her bottom here and there, causing her to jump a little. By the time they finished washing up, he could see her skin flush and her nipples harden with her desire.
They curled up on the couch together and pulled up Netflix. He let her choose a movie and they ended up watching a romantic comedy. She curled up in his arms and he held her tight. She fit against him perfectly.
He wanted to ravish her but held back, knowing he should give her a night of normalcy as a couple. They enjoyed the movie together and when it was over, he kissed the top of her head. At the end of the evening, he kissed her again and when she looked up at him with curiosity, he grinned.
“No more orgasms for you till this weekend.”
“But that’s like forty-eight hours from now! No fair!”
“I’ll take care of you when you arrive. If you would like to be my submissive, this is my first command for you to follow.”
Her eyes wide, she gazed up at him as she threaded her arms around his waist. He saw the submission wash over her like a wave and she relaxed almost instantly.
“I promise; I won’t touch myself until you allow it.”
“Good girl, I look forward to it. Now lock the door behind me and get to bed. I want you well rested because when you sleep in my bed, there won’t be much time for sleeping.”
He felt her shiver and he grinned.
“Goodnight, sir.”
“Sleep tight, sweetheart.”
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