WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

*CHAPTER 10*

She was awaiting him to arrive, sitting on her couch, peering at the same photo of her family they were talking about.

She had instructed him to come without letting anyone notice, as she did not want anyone to meddle between them. And considering how enthusiastic he looked, he was late.

Which caused her to overthink the situation a lot, but as soon as her head started traveling a bit further to conclusions, she halted herself and reminded herself that he was just fuck-body.

—- I don't have to think that much!

She had just come back to her normal demeanor when abruptly a knock appeared on the door, prompting her thrilled. A cheeky smile arose on her face as she instantly got up to dash and open the door.

He was standing with a demure smile dressing his face, his hands carrying his bag intimately to his chest, while he toiled to look candidly at her.

"You're late?" She boomed, feigning anger as she raised her eyebrow at him, prompting his eyes to turn into a worried look.

"I -I went home first." He explained, as if trying to woo her, his quiet steps striding inside as she welcomed him. "What for?" She questioned as she locked the door, curious to know the reason, she kept her phony face on.

"Um, I needed to get something." He scratched his neck as he started treading toward the living room along with her, prompting her more curious.

They halted near the couches, her eyes on the bag that he was declining to let go. "What is in the bag?" She suspected as she sat down in front of him, her back against her family picture.

He responded with no words, placing the bag on the glass table, his eyes poking at it as of there was a bomb inside.

"Why are you acting like that? What is in the bag?" She grinned suspiciously and quickly grasped the bag, unzipping it with hurried hands while he sought unsurely.

As soon as she discovered what was inside it, her eyes were left stunned, not believing what they just saw.

She slowly slid her hand inside and pulled the toy out, her words making his hesitation more serious. "A whip?" It had a triangle head, black and slick, just as she adored.

"I ordered it a few days back." He answered, his eyes fluttering at her hand holding the whip-like they have held them hundreds of times, her black nail paint making it look more fierce.

"I just didn't know how to show it to you." Adding, he sat across from her, finally letting his tired feet rest.

"So, you've seriously thought about what I said?" Her astonished gaze on his bashful face could not expose how stunned she was by his devotion. It stung her heart with something peculiar. An unknown feeling.

"You told me you want this from me, so." Stuttering, he intertwined his fingers tightly in between his thighs, his eyes waiting for her further words.

"Hmm, that's why? You bought this for me and not because you wanted it." Toying his mind with her tone, she suddenly stood up, her actions as smooth as a cat, her eyes making him more unstable as she started approaching him.

"No. I mean, I want it too." He boomed, struggling to show his devotion when he already had. She was just teasing him.

"Did you find it in your research?" Sitting beside him, as close as possible, she questioned, placing the whip on the table, right before his eyes to stare at it as her tone turned silky.

He nodded, his words sunk in his throat, his body thawing up. "I like how devoted you are." She whispered, leaning closer to his ear, her hands smoothly sliding into his waist.