Page 44 of Something Borrowed

There isn’t even a receptionist.

Verity wiggles so much trying to see what’s going on that I set her down in front of me, wrapping my arm around her waist so that we are both facing the computer screen.

All I have to do is select the themed room I want, swipe my credit card, and the key falls into a tray beneath the screen.

Itshouldbe that simple. I was just going to select the first available option. But the idea of choosing the best room suddenly excited Verity.

She flicks through the options, some making us laugh, some making us questions humans as a species.

“Cowboy theme, tentacle monsters, a rose garden, mermaids, jungle fever, Elvis.” she keeps scrolling through a seemingly endless list of images until she gasps in delight.

She scrolls one back and clicks to accept the bondage room.

A girl after my own heart. The more I learn about her the more I fall in love.

I swipe my bank card and as promised the key card for our room falls into the tray like a vending machine.

Verity grabs it and tries to bolt away, but I’m too quick. Looping my arm around her waist I lift her up against my side as thoughshe was a rag doll. She goes limp, thinking it might make her harder to carry, but she weights nothing to me.

Upon pushing the door of our motel open, we are greeted with a dark room, black walls, and dark silk bedding. There are handcuffs on the walls and hidden red neon lights that give the space an ominous glow.

Verity laughs when I set her down. She runs over to the bed to bend over it. Being cheeky, she wiggles her ass at me. Teasing me. Not knowing that I am already on the verge of tearing her apart.

I’ve been so fucking hot for her since she saidI doand became my wife that I almost pulled the car over and had my way with her in the back seat.

I close the door and latch it behind me.

Then I turn to watch her. She’s still bent over with her back towards me.

Unbuttoning my shirt and tugging it off my shoulders I admire her while she switches from wiggling her ass to sliding her dress up over her hips and running her hands up the inside of her thighs.

Mine.I think to myself.

My cock is so fuck hard against my pants its aching.

I slide my belt free and snap it in my hands.

She gasps and stands up to glare at me.

When she sees what I’m holding she grins.

“Bend over.” I demand, kicking my pants off.

Her eyes drift down to my cock. She licks her lips.

With slight hesitation she does as she’s told and bends over the bed again.

I don’t give her a chance to change her mind.

Flicking the leather belt I let it lick across her ass cheeks.

Not hard, but hard enough to leave a beautiful red streak on her creamy, smooth skin.

She squeals and spins around with defiance in her eyes.

But I’m on top of her before she can say a word, pushing her onto the bed I grab her legs and drag them apart. Her shoes fall off as she wiggles and tries to escape my grasp.

Her eyes shine with happiness, mirroring my enjoyment.

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