Beckett
I struggleto remain on my feet, as I enjoy the view before me.
There’s never been a more perfect sight than Elouise bent over, dress flipped up, covered in my cum, our combined mess dripping off her onto the floor. The caveman part of my brain wants to beat my chest, and the rest of my brain agrees. The sight is filthy. And hot as fuck.
If this doesn’t seal my claim on her, I don’t know what will.
Finally, stepping back, I remember this started as a punishment. So instead of getting something to clean her up, I slide her panties back up her legs, securing them in place, stickiness and all.
She squirms and I’m sure there’s a cringe on her face, but this is the least of what she deserves for putting herself in danger.
I keep a hand on her back and bend to whisper into her ear. “You’re gonna keep all the doors locked from now on. And I’m going to come over tomorrow to fix that other door.” My hand trails up to give a gentle tug on her disheveled ponytail. “And I swear to fucking god, if I ever find you being unsafe again, I’ll tie you down, do this all again, twice over, only next time I won’t let you come.” My lips press against her ear, “Nod if you understand.”
She nods.
I lick up the side of her neck, then I force myself to walk away from the prettiest sight on earth.
With Elouise still bent over the couch, I leave.