Page 42 of Holidate Pursuit

She nods.

I set my wine down, take her hand, and gently pull her off the stool. Then I scoop her into my arms, bridal style, making her squeal.

“Justin, what are you doing?”

“I’m carrying you to our bed, my dear, so I can love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“We haven’t decided that it’sourbed yet.”

I pause in the hallway before crossing the threshold to the room and look into Lucy’s eyes. “It becameourbed six weeks ago on New Year’s, and it will remain that way, whether you decide to make this your home or not. Now, are you ready to see all the ways I can love you in our bed?”

“More than ready.”

“Me too, baby. Trust me.” I gently kiss her lips before moving across the room and laying her down, head resting on the pillows.

I brush the hair from her temple and bend down to rest my lips there, breathing in her scent. “Do you trust me enough to give up your control, so I can make your body sing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you spread out for me, tied up and blindfolded.” I move my lips to her ear and whisper. “Show your trust in me by surrendering your body, and I’ll make tonight the most pleasurable night of our lives. Think you can you do that?”

Her panting tells me she’s turned on by the idea, but I sense hesitation.

“Say yes, baby. Let me love you.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“That’s my girl. You won’t regret it, Lucy.” I rise and give directions before leaving. “Get naked for me while I go grab a few things. I’ll be back soon.” I start to walk away, but stop, deciding to throw something else out for fun. “Don’t think about touching my pussy while I’m gone. Got it?”

She nods in agreement, a little smirk on her face.

Stepping into the closet, I take a few deep breaths. My cock aches in anticipation of what’s coming. Fuck, this woman is everything to me. Sex between us is more than I ever thoughtpossible, but this is going to take her pleasure to the next level, and I’m eager to see her reaction. She has no idea what she’s in for tonight.

Taking more time than necessary is intentional, dragging it out to build her anxiety—not to mention her desire. Slowly, I gather everything needed, wondering if she’s following my orders not to touch herself. Sure enough, as I leave the closet, I catch her hand right above her pussy, hesitating, dying to move those last couple inches.

“Lucy, were you about to touch yourself when I specifically told you not to?”

Her hand jerks back. “No.”

“Is your pussy begging for attention, my dear?” I ask as I walk to the bed, setting my supplies on the nightstand.

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Let me see if she’s weeping enough to get what she wants.” My hand reaches her beautiful pussy, and I slowly probe her entrance with my fingers, leisurely stroking in and out. She’s fucking drenched.

“Baby, she’s so wet for me. You’ll have to be patient, while I get you ready. Don’t worry, though, she’ll get the fucking she’s begging for soon enough. Until then—the more tears, the better.” I remove my fingers, slick with her juices.

“Please, Justin, I need more.” Her hips rock.

I chuckle. “Time to get you tied up, sweetheart. You’re not in control tonight, remember?”

“Who are you kidding? I’m never in control.”

“Oh, Lucy. If you only knew.”

Ten minutes later, she’s sufficiently secured. Each limb is strapped to a bedpost, spreading her out like a star across the mattress. I had her watch as I tied each one, allowing her to see exactly what I was doing so she’d feel comfortable the first time. The blindfold is all that’s left, but first, I step back and slowlyundress, letting her take in the show. My cock is rock hard, and she’s squirming in the restraints, her eyes locked on it. She’s a beautiful sight to behold.

“Are you ready to let go, baby? Think you can handle the dark?”

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