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"My, my, you are greedy," I chastise.
She grunts. And I'm torn on how I want to finish. All of my come should be inside of her, ideally. But now that I know she's on the pill, I guess it doesn't matter. So when my nuts strain so tight I can’t take it anymore, I pull out and shoot my load all over her back.
It’s a silent act, but it speaks a thousand words. She is covered in me. Claimed by me. And now she really is filthy.
Lola whines and I have to untie her now. She's going to leave again soon, but I'm not ready. I push myself back inside of her and stay there until my cock softens entirely and there's nothing left for me to do. I roll her over on the desk and stroke her cheek, brushing the hair away from her eyes. They are heavy and glassy. So different from the last time she left me. I want to know what she's thinking, but I don’t want to ask.
When I grip the edge of the tape, she pinches her brows together in anticipation. I make it quick, but it doesn't make her any more agreeable. She spits the underwear out of her mouth and glares at me.
"Daire."
"Lola."
She’s getting me hard again, and I know she knows, but she isn't having any of it.
"Untie my wrists."
"Say please."
"No.”
"Don't be a brat, LB. You need to learn to use your manners."
Her mouth falls open, and I could think of so many uses for those pouty lips right now. But I'm not so deluded that I don't know when to stop.
"Thank me for fucking you like a champion and then ask me nicely to untie you."
"You are really something else," she mutters. "You know that?"
"I didn't hear a please in that sentence."
She groans. Her cheeks bloom red, and it turns out she does have a backbone. "Fine, Daire. Thank you so much for fucking me like a maniac. Now will you please untie me?"
I wait until I’m good and ready because I can. "It could use some work. But I guess it will do for now."
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Lola
Ihaven't hearda peep from Daire all day.
ThatGuy, however, has been blowing up my notifications. He gives me updates throughout his business meeting, specifically about how boring it is. And for added flavor, he sprinkles dirty little details about his business associates throughout. It feels wrong to laugh at some of the things he sends, but I do. I'm dusting the bookshelves in the store when another message comes through.
ThatGuy:
Mr. Ellis just ate the last croissant. What an asshole.
LolaB:
Or maybe you just need to learn to share...
ThatGuy:
Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh? Well, I think you might change your mind when I tell you about last summer.
LolaB:
What happened last summer?
