Vince

Could it be

Vince found me in the exact position as when he left about five minutes ago. He picked me up and I squeaked, not expecting him to do so. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me.

"You lost," I announced.

"I haven't start yet."

"Doesn't matter. You're touching me and that means you lost."

Vince placed me in one of the dining room chairs, pulling an identical one in front of my chair to face me. He sat down, his knees touching the inside of mine. I decided to ignore it, wanting to see what he would come up with.

"Can I start now?" Vince asked.

I nodded, "You can try."

"God, you're gorgeous," Vince spoke, his eyes looking over my face. 

"I'm not seduced Moretti," I joked.

"You're impatient," Vince scolded, but a smile fought to appear on his face, "I find you so fucking attractive. It doesn't help that when I look at you, you've got such an innocent look on your face. I think that turns me on more than anything else."

"What?" I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, "You mean this face?"

I watched Vince's jaw clench for a moment. His eyes trailed over my body slowly, hungrily. I felt my body heat under his gaze, and I ached to cross my legs. Vince leaned forward, invading my space while still not being close enough.

"When the doctor clears you, you better hope it's over the phone and you're at home."

"What do you mean?" I asked hesitantly.

"The second you're cleared, I'm wrapping your legs around my head, so hope we aren't in the doctor's office. Not that it'll stop me."

I found myself leaning forward, my body wanting to hear more, and I whispered, "And then what?"

Vince placed his hands on the sides of my chair, bringing his face directly in front of mine. His arms touched my thighs, and I was done thinking about the competition. I wanted him to touch me.

"Depends."

I asked, "On what?"

"How willing you are to beg."

I swallowed hard and considered my options. On one hand, I didn't want to let him win, but on the other, I really wanted him to keep going.

"Very," I whispered.

A devious smile crossed Vince's face and I felt my panties soak at the sight.

"You know I was taking it easy the first few times we fucked," Vince said.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I wanted to make sure each time I fucked you would be better than the last."

I leaned forward and put my face next to Vince's, lining his mouth up with my ear. I placed my good hand on his thigh.

I whispered, "I think you're full of shit Moretti."

I could feel Vince's hot breath on my ear. Tingles ran up my spine and settled in my shoulders. I closed my eyes.

"What we did was as vanilla as it gets. There's so much more I want to do to you," Vince spoke, his deep voice going straight to my core.

"Like?" I asked, knowing I shouldn't have.

"How do you feel about bondage?"

I replied without hesitation, "Love it."