Dinner

Chapter 15 : Lessons Well Learned

Jaxton's POV

Knowing Lacey, she might be amused at the idea of the lesson I'm about to give her.

Once her top is removed, I move down to the waistband of her sweats and begin to pull them down her creamy brown legs. The further down I go, the more of her scent I'm breathing in. Vanilla. Oh the things it does to me.

Coming back up, I reach for the top of her panties and pull them with ease down her legs, leaving them in a pool around her feet. Lastly, I remove her bra exposing her deliciously round tits that stand at attention along with my now hard as ever member.

I mentally curse myself and focus on the task at hand.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I lift her up by her ass and put her once again on the bed, and proceed to handcuff her wrists together. She struggles to get free from them in the process.

I stand above her, hovering over her body as I trace the outline of her curves, sending shivers down her spine, she arches her back, legs pressed together, she slightly bends them exposing her kitty to me.

"What are y-you going t-to do to m-me?," she questioningly stutters.

I look at her, and ignore her question completely and continue to run my hands down her delectable body. She whimpers in response, closing her eyes shut tightly.

I then back away and head for the kitchen downstairs before coming back up with a very expensive bottle of rosée.

Turning my attention to her for a few moments, she looks confused and then perplexed before she lays her head back down on the pilows.

"Why the hell am I still here?," she grumbles lowly to herself.

"Quiet," I instruct, bringing the bottle over to her before removing the cap and lowing it just above her chest.

Seeing her shake under me brings me great pleasure as I admire her body for a few for long seconds before I slowly start to pour the cool liquid over her body.

"Oh my goodness. . .," she gasps, looking at me with a queary expression before closing her eyes again.

I watch as the liquid travels quickly down her chest, down her stomach, and between her legs, causing a moan to slip between her lips.

"Mmm."

I look at her to see her biting her lip.

Not fully satisfied with the reaction I'm getting, I pour more of the liquid, this time over her now hard as ever nipples, just as I bend down and take one of them into my mouth.

Teasing her with my tongue, I slickly move my tongue in all different directions around her hardening nipple while threading the other between my fingers.

I can now feel her trembling underneath me a she struggles to get free of the handcuffs.

"Stay still," I instruct once more.

She only whimpers in response.

Sensing that she's enjoying this a little too much, I remove myself from her completely, taking a few steps back and waiting for any type of response.

"Come back here," she begs, struggling to find any form of authority to hold to her tone.

"Patience, love."

"I don't like waiting," she remarks.

Interesting.

"And I don't like to be disrespected, knee'd in the dick, and so on," I coldly state.