TWO CHOICES

Wait, he said something like seven days, but I am leaving his house in three days. Is he up to some mischief again? He wants to extend my stay here. To tie me down with this punishment nonsense?


"It seems like you are the one who fucked your brains inside my V-G," I roll my eyes at that, "because you seem to have forgotten that I am leaving your house in three days," I state, and that earned me a broad grin from him. He even released a chuckle.

"If only I did, but I can only fathom what it would be like to spend even one day down there. But my brain is still intact. You are due to leave in three, but we can work something out," he says as he stops to nuzzle my neck, making me tense and causing my hairs to rise.

"Additionally, I could come to your home if we are unable to come to an arrangement. You can host me for the remaining four days, and you won't regret it, I promise you. This good boy here won't give you any trouble." I whimper as he licks my earlobe.


Goodness! How can such simple gestures turn me on like this even after all that sex we have had?

My!


He lunges in to beguile me once again to his charm, but I swat his face away just a little. He smirks.

The guy is such a smartass tamer. He has pondered and plotted everything in detail. I believe I have already clearly made up for that one-time slip of the tongue, so I ought to be yelling a loud, resounding "no" to his face. However, I'm not quite certain what is keeping me from doing so. Why his proposal is so eerily intriguing to me is beyond my understanding. Could it be that I want this to continue, or...

"So, Ellie, what is it going to be? Cooking, or mind-blowing sex?"

Shit! He says it in a seductive tone and expression that piques my dark side. He flashes a devilish grin, urging me for an answer.

"So, hand me my clothes, Mr Almeda. I need to put something in my stomach and put my senses in order before I can decide," I tease, and he smirks as he gets down from the bed and walks to his closet.

I rummage around the floor, searching for my clothes while he searches through his walk-in closet for something I can't really imagine, and I now remember that I stripped in the bathroom. So what is he searching for in his closet? Does he also keep some spare women's clothes for emergencies?

I was about to ask him that when he turns to face me, his gorgeous front side beckoning my face, holding a white tee.

Huh?

"Let's see how this looks on you." He says this while crouching on the bed, assisting me in putting on the tee.

He guides me out of bed, and I stand in front of him wearing his t-shirt as he gawks at the beautiful sin-calling scene before him, presumably. I love the sensation of his eyes gobbling up my body, though.

His jaw is sweeping our feet on the floor, his eyes ogling me from the toes up and resting, well, you know where.

"Is it too short?" I mutter, dissuading his eyes from ripping the fabric that only covers the forbidden parts of my body.

"Yes, but everything is OK. A beautiful, tempting scene you have. I will make an effort to restrain staring at those sharp nipples because if I don't, I will..."

"You won't be able to refrain from touching them." I close the gap between us and complete the sentence for him while placing my hands on his eye-catching abs.

OMG! They seem so firm but tender to the touch. Just when I was starting to feel them, my eyes plunge to the deep V-line curve that emanates from his waist downward, worshipping it's beauty. Ooh, my! I had no idea that I had been stroking it down with my fingertips until I felt his arms holding my wrists. I look up to him as he pulls my arms and presses them against his abs, and I gleefully rake my nails into them.

"You can play with the abs, but not that other one because it will tickle something else." He says.

To stop myself from giggling, I bite the inside of my bottom lip on one side. The imagination of the site of that other "thing" when tickled is so fascinating.

"Will you stop doing that too? You are being so naughty." He warns.

I halt my mischievous behavior when he points to my lip. "Sorry, daddy."

Ahem!

Please pardon me for my dark side. It is just now introducing itself, so it is unsure of how to behave. Daddy, really? That sounds weirdly enticing—probably the reason he is grinning broadly and devilishly.

"Watch what you say and do, baby. Unless you only desire another punishment from Daddy?" He whispers while my hands travel freely to reach for his chest as he pulls me toward him.

"No, Daddy. Forgive my misbehavior. Today, I am at my capacity limit." He cracks a wide smile at my faux pitiful puppy face, which makes me smile as well.

"Alright. Daddy will pardon you for now. And to prove that I am not a bad or selfish daddy, why don't I make you another offer? A different one?"

Huh? One more offer? A deal or another punishment? I know this can't be any good, yet it's strange because I'm feeling a strong combination of exhilaration and anxiety at the same time.

"What other wild idea is roaming in your mind now, Damian Almeda?" I query, eager to know what he is up to now.

"Something that will be beneficial to us both, but first, let us feed this belly of yours so it stops grumbling."

Shit!

And...

Shoot!

What is he up to this time? I'm itching to know what that is.