Page 38 of My Sweet Psycho

I lay back down as he tore his tie off in one vicious swipe. Once he loosened his collar, he removed his jacket and tossed it onto the deep blue bench or couch at the end of the bed. I couldn't tell what it was because I wasn't able to sit up.

The bedroom had an antique feel to it, and the ornate ceiling design was painted in gold. It reminded me of our wedding venue. The design was Victorian, and every piece of furniture seemed antique except for the cream-coloured lampshades. He had booked us into Claridges for the night before we flew to Bali.

He walked back to the bed with a glass of champagne for me. I glanced at his other hand, which had a strawberry in it.

“Drink,” he said as his eyes roved hungrily over me.

“Am I allowed to sit up?” I asked with a cheeky grin as I held my hand out for the glass.

He nodded and waited until I sat upright before he placed the glass in my hand.

“I've dreamt of this moment,” he murmured. “You have no idea how difficult it was to hold back.”

“I think my ass might have an idea,” I said after I swallowed a sip of the cold sweet champagne.

He held the strawberry up to my lips until I took a bite of the fruit. His eyes remained on my lips, and he ate the other half of the strawberry, stem and all.

“I've been in this dress all day. Can you help me out of it?” I said as I watched his tongue slip out and lick his lips.

“I’m not sure I should. I might end up ripping it off you,” he said as his eyes moved down to my breasts. “Why don't I watch, and if you need a hand, come over to me?”

He walked towards the fireplace, and I saw the silver bucket with the champagne bottle. He poured himself a glass and walked towards the window to turn the chair to face the bed before he sat down. I took a long sip of my drink before putting my glass on the small table where the lamp sat.

I began to undo the tiny buttons on the lace overlay. He pushed his legs out and crossed them over as he watched me. It wouldn't be long until I was over there because I wouldn't be able to reach the zip at the back, so I stood up and continued to work on the buttons.

“Where will I leave the dress? We leave straight for the airport tomorrow.”

“Jason is going to drop me off a couple of things, and he can take it home for us.”

I paused for a second to look at him.

“You always think of everything,” I said with a smile before I continued to unravel the buttons.

I couldn't wait for him to see the cream and gold lingerie set I had on beneath the dress. I had to opt for a strapless bustier so it wouldn't ruin the look of the strapless dress. Once all the buttons were open, I walked over to Tae. He placed his glass on the window sill next to him before he sat up and straightened his legs. He opened his legs and patted the seat.

“Put your foot here,” he said with a smirk.

I put my foot between his legs, and he pulled my dress over my knee. He began to unbuckle the strap that held my show in place. I glanced down at the gold crystal studded pointed tip that was so close to his dick. He pulled the shoe off and moved my stocking-clad foot off the chair before he patted the seat again. There was something so sexy about him taking my shoes off, but it also felt strange for an adult to be doing this for me. He did the same only this time he ran his hand down my calf and held my ankle.

“Are you ready for me,Aein?” he murmured as he slid his hand up my leg again. “Because I’m not sure if I will be able to control my compulsions tonight.”

“Who said I want you to,” I said with a smile before I pulled my foot away and turned around for him to unzip me.

He pulled me closer before I felt him tug the zip down to my lower back. I pushed the material down until it slid off. I heard his sharp intake of breath before I felt him lick my ass cheek. He ran his tongue up along the suspended strap.

“Are you going to be a good girl tonight? Are you going to take me in your virgin pussy tonight?”

I was already wet for him. I had been ever since our kissing session in the car.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

I felt him unfasten the suspender belt before he peeled the stockings down my legs. I lifted my feet as he pulled them off. He turned me around and looked me up and down before he pulled me to sit on his leg.

“You look fucking sensational,” he said as his hands moved behind me as he began to unhook my bustier.

“You seem a tad handy at that,” I said lightly.

“You jealous, baby?” he asked as I felt the bustier fall away from my body.

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