Page 20 of The Black Lotus
I make a whole pot because I know my sleeping caffeine addict has to have more than one cup a day. She usually goes to her favorite coffee place in the morning, but I told her to switch up her routine.If I already learned her routine, there is no telling who else is learning it, too. So now she makes coffee at home, complains it isn’t the same, but she agrees with my thought process and only goes to the shop randomly.
“You seriously needto slow down on your coffee intake, it isn’t good for your heart.”
“You need to learn to mind your own business when it comes to my favorite thing,” Serena teases, sucking loudly through the straw.
Scooting closer to my brave woman, my eyes travel to her lips as I whisper my next words. “I know the vice you prefer over that poison.”
Her sipping ceases, her gaze traveling down my body as her teeth chew on the plastic. I sit back on the couch. “But if you’d rather have caffeine filling you over me…”
She grabs my bicep, the drink placed in her hands stopping me from leaving her side. “Can’t I have both?” she muses.
Shaking my head I lean in, my voice caressing her ear. “I’m the only poison that can wreck you.” Her face turns a light pink shade as I go to grab her cup. My hands wrap around it and she grabs my wrist, a warning growl slipping past her lips.Did she just growl at me?
“If you want to keep those fingers you better let go of my cup.”
My hands retract and I wiggle my digits in front of her face. “You need these fingers to please you.”
She scoffs, showing me her own hands. “I have my own to use.”
She gets off the couch after placing her cup down. Before I can say anything, she saunters up the steps. I stalk behind her like a leopard waiting for the right moment to pounce. Hersteps slow as she makes her way to our bedroom, her breath being the only sound I can hear. Her hand stalls turning the knob of our door, my breath tickling the back of her neck as she waits for the punishment she knows is coming.
“Go ahead. Open the door,” I taunt.
She takes a deep breath as the knob turns and I take that moment to wrap my arms around her legs, tossing her over my shoulder and laying a hard smack on her ass. She squeals, but doesn’t fight me, just lets her body hang.
I toss her onto our bed, her body bouncing when she lands, her hair a beautiful halo around her. Her mouth drops slightly open as I undo my belt and take it off. “Turn around.”
She licks her lips and obeys, laying on her stomach.
Placing my hands under her, I pull her into the position I need her in. “On your knees.”
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, her hair falling down in waves covering her beautiful face. I tuck a strand behind her ear, pressing the middle of her back down. Her head dips as my hands travel down to her ass to take off her jeans.
I growl my approval as my hand brushes her plump ass. Folding my belt in half I swing it down over my head, her skin turning a bright red from where it struck.
She moans her approval. “More.”
A dark chuckle slips out, my lips turning up. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
Harder, the belt lashes against her flesh, her teeth sucking in from the pain. “How many times do I have to whip you for you to learn your lesson?” I ask.
“One,” she breathes.
The sound of her ass being smacked by the black leather mixes with her panting, the erection in my pants growing. “Try again. This time you better be honest with yourself.”
“Seven.”
I place my finger on my lip, contemplating her answer. “Double it.”
A small gasp escapes her as her eyes pinch shut. She nods her head in defeat as I begin my assault on her skin. Small grunts of pain accompany the sound like a melody of my own creation. Her cries of torment will end in pleasure as her moans create a symphony of bliss.
After the seventh smack, I drop the belt, tearing my jeans down as I slam into her and her screams become my desire while my hand lays the final seven blows.
Her pussy constricts around my cock at the final strike, my cock emptying inside her, filling her with my volition.
Our breaths soon match one another as I slide out of her and kiss the marks of my fervor.
The machine beeps,and I take the whole pot and put it in the fridge. Serena likes iced coffee after a nap, hot right when she wakes up in the morning, and whatever sounds good in the evening. Putting it in the fridge gives her the option for either and keeps the coffee good for twenty-four hours, although with her, it never lasts that long.
