"Baby, get a little rough that's okay. Baby, go ahead and do your thing, ride away. And I love it when we misbehave."
We barely made it through dinner without me taking her right there on the table, giving everyone here one hell of a show. I imagined what it'd be like to take her on my dining room table. Having the legs of it shake underneath us while I pound into repeatedly, the dishes shattering to the floor. The thought causes my jeans to become uncomfortably tight and my palms to sweat. Fuck, why did I chose a restaurant so far away from my house. I run a hand through my hair in frustration as I lightly press the gas harder.
"Someone is a eager to get home," she breaths to my ear, leaning across the the console. She had been teasing me all night, wearing that tight red dress that displays her full breasts perfectly. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. "But who says we have to wait until we get back to yours?" She brings the sensitive skin of my neck between her teeth, nibbling and sucking.
"I'm driving," I groan, getting more sexually-frustrated by the second.
"Mhmm," she doesn't stop her temptress ways, extending her hand to palm me through my already tight jeans.
"You're going to pay for this," I clarify, and mean every word of it.
"I look forward to it, baby," she peppers my collarbone and chest with her lips. "You know how much I love when you wear flannels and barely button it?" She snakes her hand inside of my shirt, running it down my abs and back up to my chest. "Do you want me right now, Harry?" She's going to pay for this.
"No," I lie.
"Funny, because your body seems to be saying otherwise," she points out my erection with a devious grin.
I about scream in excitement when my house comes into view. If the restaurant would have been a mile farther we would have been fucking in my backseat. I throw the car in park and kill the engine. I jog over to the passenger side flinging open her door and watch as she takes her time getting out. She doesn't know but she's just making it harder on herself. I tap my boot in impatience and she giggles and finally jumps out of the SUV. She follows behind me, running her hands underneath my shirt when I fumble with the lock.
"Wait for me in my room," I instruct her when we get inside my house.
"Why?" She kicks off her heels and I pull off my boots.
"You'll see, just go." I disappear into the kitchen when I see her pout down the hallway towards my bedroom. "Yes!" I quietly cheer to myself when I find the party favor I was looking for. Chocolate syrup. I kick the fridge door close and head to my room.
A smile spreads across my face when I see her laid out on my bed in only her white lace bra and matching thong. "What took you so long, I thought I was going to have to start this party by myself." I toss the syrup on the bed and unbuckle my pants. "What's this?" she picks up the bottle and her cheeks flush when she discovers what it is. "We've never used," she sits up excited.
"I thought we could try something knew?" I step out of my jeans and pull my shirt off my shoulders. "That cool with you?"
She looks at the bottle briefly before shooting her eyes in my direction, "I love chocolate." she tosses me the bottle.
"Take off your bra and panties," she complies. Now it's her turn to get tortured like I was all night. I slide on top of her, resting on my knees. Her nipples are already hard in anticipation. "You remember how I said you were going to pay for your little stunt in the car?"
"Harry, I--"
"Shhhh, you don't get to talk unless I say you can," I cut her off, "Just nod if you remember." She nods and her chest rises and falls heavily. "That was very mean of you to do to me, baby." I pop the top of the bottle. I turn it upside-down and squeeze. I watch as the chocolate drizzles down her body, painting her soft skin. I put a solid line down from her right collarbone, in between her breast, down her torso to her opening. I put two circles on each of her nipples, causing her to suck in a breath and to arch her back. "Sit still, do I need to tie you down as well?" I squeeze some of the liquid chocolate onto my thumb and bring it to my lips, "Mhmm, it's gonna taste even better when I'm licking off you," I smirk down at her. "Want some?" I offer squeezing some on my thumb again and running it along her bottom lip. I close the bottle and toss it to the side for later.
I lean down and press my lips to her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. The chocolate mixes with our kiss as my lips mold around hers. I break the kiss and trail my mouth down her neck, grazing my teeth lightly making goosebumps rise on her skin. My warm tongue touches her skin where the chocolate starts and I follow the map I had drawn on her body, cleaning her with my mouth. "So dirty you are," I tell her hovering my mouth over her breast, letting my warm breath fan over her harden bud. I stick the point of my tongue out and flip it over her hard bud and a moan escapes her.
"Harryyy--" she moans my name.
"Remember, no talking. Bad girls don't get to talk," I scold her, massaging her breasts in my massive palms. I switch between breast- licking, sucking and flicking my tongue to clean them of the chocolate mess that stained them. I continue my exploration of her body, getting closer to the spot that I already know is dripping with anticipation. "Scoot to the end of the bed, and no questions, just do as I say." I grab the bottle of syrup and scoot off the bed until I'm on my knees at the foot of it. "Will you think twice next time you try to torture me?" I ask her, dripping chocolate on one of her inner thighs. "You can talk now."
"Yes." She breaths.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Harry."
"No, that's not correct. It's daddy to bad girls like you." I sink my teeth into her inner thigh next to her opening.
"Fuck, yes daddy." She grabs my long curls and pulls my face to where she is aching for me. "I was bad daddy, punish me." She pleads for me.
Her back arches off the bed and her legs wrap around my neck when I use my tongue to pleasure her. I run my tongue up her slit and bring her clit between my lips, sucking and flicking.
"Oh god!" Her hips buck and I lock my arms around her knees to keep her in place. Her thighs tighten around me and I know she's about to climax. "Fuck Harryyy" she falls into the bed, her body releasing onto my tongue.
"I like, I like, I like my kisses down low. Makes me arch my back. When you give it to me slow, baby, just like that."
