The New Girl

45.

WARNINGS: (holy fuck prepare yourselves) VIBRATOR PLAY, TYING UP, DEGRATION KINK, DADDY KINK, PRAISE KINK, ORAL (fem recv) CHOKING, HAIR PULLING, SPANKING, COUNTDOWN, OVERSTIMULATION, MULTIPLE ORGASMS.

Knocks at the door woke me up. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, laying a hand to the left side of the bed to see where Tom was. He wasn't next to me.

"Tom? Can you get the door?!" I shouted groggily into the apartment.

"I'm the one outside!" He shouted.

What? "Coming!"

I hopped out of bed and threw on Tom's white t-shirt from last night and headed to the door, unlocking it.

"Where were you?" I asked, yawning.

He walked in and sat a bag of things on the kitchen island.

"I was getting stuff for breakfast and I needed to do at least one form of exercise other than sex."

I laughed and with half-shut eyes I held my arms out, wanting a hug from him.

"Good morning." He chuckled and embraced me, his sent making me feel comfortable and happy.

"What time is it?" I asked into his chest.

He checked the time on his watch, "8."

"Hmm." I hummed into him, my head nuzzled into his chest.

"I need to call Harrison since we didn't talk much yesterday..."

I gasped and pulled away, remembering what happened last night, "Oh my god. Poor soul must be traumatised."

Tom laughed, "Yeah, I'll apologise for that. It was the beers talking obviously."

"Obviously." I smiled.

"You go call Harrison and I'll start breakfast off." I offered.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, of course." I smiled.

"I love you." He grinned and leaned forward, enveloping me in his arms and planting a kiss on my lips.

"I love you too."

-

Breakfast was done but Tom was still on the phone. I served the food and placed them nicely with cutlery and cups with an array of sauces and drinks to use. I heard Tom say bye to Harrison but I didn't want to rush him. I walked back into my room and Tom was sitting on the edge of my bed looking at his phone.

"Everything good?" I asked.

I turned my back to him to look for some joggers or something to put on in my dresser.

"Yeah, yeah, great." He replied.

"Well that's breakfast out it you-"

My heart dropped at the familiar buzzing sound. I dropped the clothes I had in my hand and turned around to look at Tom.

His eyes were wide and looked up at me, unsure of what he done or where the noise was coming from.

Shit.

He started searching for the noise giddily, knowing I was clearly embarrassed by whatever it was. I jumped onto the bed and grabbed onto his shirt, attempting to pull him away.

"Stop!" He laughed, continuing his frantic search.

"You stop!" I exclaimed, practically climbing onto him to try and get him to stop.

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's nothing! Leave it!" I whined.

But then he lifted the mattress and the game was over. I was caught and the buzzing stopped.