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I’ll take it.

Happiness

Def.

22

The Date

I’m lyingin my bed in the hotel suite we’re staying in and reading a book when Tati appears at the door to the bedroom I’m sleeping in. My heart flops over at the sight of her, and I give her a grin.

“Good morning, preciosa. I missed you. Come join me.” I pat the bed next to myself.

Tati drags an armchair across a few feet to block the door, disarms herself as usual, and kicks off her shoes before she slips into bed with me.

She kisses me and smiles before she says, “Good morning, Mr. Vega.”

We’ve done a few BDSM scenes, but she usually makes me keep them to times when we’re safely locked behind the secure door on the bus. My cock stiffens at once at the suggestion that we might get to do a scene this morning.

“Oh, really?” I raise an eyebrow at her. She nods, and I waste no time pushing her onto her back before I lean over her. “Well, this is a pleasant development.”

She bites her lip, looking sexy as fuck as she stares up at me. I love how ready and willing she is. She’s turned out to be an amazing sub, and I haven’t made her safeword, which is a relief.

I start to unbutton her jeans as I smile down at her. “It’s nice of you to deliver my favorite breakfast to eat in bed.”

She squirms and rubs her thighs together, indicating her arousal, and I chuckle as I pull her jeans and underwear off her. I remove her top and bra, then step back to take in the sight of her, naked and waiting for whatever I want to do with her.

My cock is stiff in my sweatpants, and I imagine how good it would be if I could do some bondage with her, but I doubt she’ll allow it. It’s strange having a sub who still has control over me because of my stalker.

I frown at her and say, “I’m assuming that tying you up is out of the question for now.”

“Sorry, Mr. Vega. Massive safety issue just doing this, but I can fight naked. Not so much if I’m tied up.”

I nod because this makes sense and is what I expected she’d say. “Yeah, I thought so.”

I grab her hips and pull her down the bed, so she’s lying flat on her back. If I can’t tie her up, then the next best thing is making her act as though she’s tied up. I take hold of her hands and place them onto each other in a monkey grip, then pull them over her head, so they’re up to near the bedhead.

“Leave your hands there as if they’re tied. If you use them, you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

In this position, she’s stretched out in front of me. Her pussy is wet, and her nipples are stiff peaks on her breasts. I love this, and I definitely want to tie her up sometime when it’s safe to do so.

She swallows and nods. “Yes, Mr. Vega.”

“Excellent.”

I trail my pointer finger from her linked hands, down one of her arms, and up her neck. When I reach her lips, I trace around them as well before I push my finger inside her mouth for some wetness.

At once, she sucks it as though she’s sucking my cock, and the sensation travels straight from my finger to my hard cock, making me eager to bury it inside her. I don’t, though. I just smile at her before I pull my finger out of her mouth and use it to trace her areola. She gasps when my wet finger touches her nipple, and I delight in the way her back arches away from the bed as she pushes her nipple up to seek more of my touch.

I lean forward and take one of her breasts in my mouth, and she moans softly as I reach between her legs and begin to stroke her clit. I’ve only just begun my planned torment of Tatiana Swanson when my phone starts to buzz on the bedside table next to us.

She’s panting for breath, looking sexy as fuck, all stretched out for me to play with, and my cock is practically weeping in my pants, but I know just what to do.

I turn to look at my phone and shake my head when I see Seb’s name on the screen. “Stay quiet while I take this call, preciosa.”

I continue to rub her clit while I use my other hand to pick up the phone. She stares wide-eyed at me and bites her lip as she lowers the volume of her pants for breath.

“Yes, Sebastian?”

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