Page 15 of Quarantined With the Soldier

Chapter Eight

He watched her bound up onto the bed. Her bottom jiggled a little, and he fucking loved it. He wanted to see it bounced more: first under his hand. Then as he fucked her from behind. That was how Dylan wanted to spend quarantine. He wanted to spend it worshipping his cupcake, making her come apart over and over.

She turned around, spreading herself out on the bed. She made herself comfortable and he was reminded of a sweet little kitten making herself at home.

“You look gorgeous, cupcake,” he told her.

“Really?” She asked. She was wanton now: with her hair crazy and wild.

“Really. Now take off your bra,” he told her.

“Oh,” she looked down, seemingly surprised. “I didn’t even realize I hadn’t taken it off yet,” she told him. “No one’s ever…well, not like that…”

“No one’s ever made you come just by licking your sweet pussy?” He asked politely.

“Pretty much,” she giggled.

“Things are about to change, darling,” he said. He wasn’t going to let her get away with anything less than twice-a-day orgasms. If he had his way, she’d be naked and in bed all day long: ready to be pleasured and teased and taunted.

“I can see that.”

“Bra,” he reminded her, and she wiggled around, unhooking it, and then she tossed it to the floor. Her breasts came free, and he smiled when he saw them.

They were beautiful, with light pink little nipples that he just wanted to suck and tease.

“Well?” She asked, and he realized that he hadn’t spoken out loud.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said. He climbed onto the bed and started kissing her breasts, licking and sucking on them. They really were completely perfect.

“You aren’t naked,” she whispered.

“That’ll come soon,” he chuckled. “But first things first.”

He sat up on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. She looked at him warily, confused.

“Come on,” he said. “Crawl to me, cupcake.”

She did. She didn’t even hesitate. She crawled over and positioned herself over his lap so he could spank her again. He knew that even though she was a little nervous about it, she was very open-minded and very, very brave. He loved that about her. He liked that even though she was scared, she was so willing to give everything a go.

This time, the spanking was longer, and it was interspersed with fingering and teasing. He swatted her bottom over and over before sliding his fingers inside of her. She was soaked: dripping with need. He wanted to give her even more.

Soon she was groaning, wiggling. He knew he wasn’t spanking her terribly hard. This was an erotic spanking: not a punishment. He wanted her to have a good time being kinky with him. He wanted her to have fun being touched and played with by him.

When he was finished, he tied her wrists behind her back using a length of ribbon she had on her nightstand. It wasn’t tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to escape if she really wanted to, but it was something to let her test and feel whether this was something she would be able to enjoy.

That was the thing about kink: it looked different for everyone. Maybe Ava would have fun tonight, but she’d later decide that being naughty in this was just wasn’t for her. That was her choice. He’d be with her no matter what, though, and he’d let her decide exactly what she wanted.

“Are you going to get naked now?” She asked.

“Yes. Would you like to watch?” She nodded.

She was naked on her tummy with her wrists bound behind her, but she was facing the foot of the bed. He moved off the bed and stood there in front of her so that she could see him clearly. Seeing a new sexual partner was always a bit nerve-wrecking for everyone involved, but that was okay. He knew that she liked what she saw. He knew she found him handsome.

What was more is that she’d known him before: back before his muscles, back before his years of physical training in the Army.

He reached for his shirt and tugged, pulling it over his head. He kicked off his socks and then pushed his jeans and boxers down at the same time. He was ready to be inside of her, after all. There was no need to wait any longer for what was going to happen.

He wanted her, and she wanted him, and he was going to make this a moment she’d never forget.

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