DESIRE

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Friday
June 22, 2018
Diane's POV:

"We'll make up your mind because I'm not gonna be a part of this anymore Diane. Either you leave him or we're done." He demanded. "No more negotiating." He grabbed his keys, heading towards the front door.

"You're gonna beg to have me back Em! You're addicted to this pussy!" I yelled from the kitchen. I watched as his body language changed, his back tightened, showing his muscles. He turned around walking towards me, his eyes turning dark, more dominant.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" He growled.

"You heard me..." I smirked, walking over to him. "You. Love. This. Pussy." I whispered seductively. His hand quickly went to the back of my ponytail, snapping my neck back. I winced at the sudden pull.

"You think I'm addicted?" He growled against my ear. "Bitch, imma make you addicted to this dick. Imma fuck you like you ain't ever been fucked..."

My eyes gazed at him innocently, slightly nervous. "Get your ass upstairs, strip. And wait for me on the bed."

"Or what? What are you gonna do?" I teased.

"Don't mess with me baby, you're gonna meet shady..." he whispered, letting go of my ponytail. "Go upstairs... now." He demanded.

I turned around on my heel, walking up the stairs, my hand on the railing, taking each step slowly. I turned my head slightly watching him lean against the counter, his eyes on the way my ass moved. I smirked and went upstairs. I pulled off my clothing, only leaving me in black lace underwear. I heard footsteps come up the stairs and he stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, "I said strip. Naked. Nothing on."

I giggled, "You might have to come take them off of me..." I whispered smirking at him. He shook his head, shutting the door. I sat up and he pulled me to the end of the bed, making me sit on my knees.

"I ain't playin no games. I'm gonna be rough, we're going to have a safe word. You think I'm addicted to this pussy? Baby, I'm gonna make your legs shake. You're gonna be wantin' a round two." He lifted my chin looking down at me. "Take off my belt.."

I placed my hands on his black belt, undoing the strap. Then slowly, pulling it out of the belt loops of his black jeans. He kept focus on me, and once I took off his belt entirely he grabbed it. "Lay down. Hands behind your head."

I laid down and he got on top, straddling me and holding my wrists tightly to the bed. He wrapped my wrists around the belt, making two loops and tightening them, but kept some wiggle room so I didn't bruise. He got off of me and looked around the room. "Do you have any toys?"

I giggled at his question and rolled my eyes, looking away from him. He grabbed my chin, turning my face towards him. "I asked you a question." He challenged, "I know you probably have a few."

I pointed to our walk-in closet, "There's a box down on the left by my heels." I replied. "There are a few different things in there."

He nodded and disappeared into the closet, he came back out a few moments later. His hands remained behind his back and he set on the lounge chair next to my bed. He held a satin blindfold and walked towards me. I lifted my head and he wrapped the blindfold around my head, making it tight, everything turned dark. I bit my lip slightly, intrigued by what he was about to do. I felt him crawl on the bed, his hands by my sides, he pulled my panties down leaving me bare. I began grinding my hips against him, wanting him to touch me. He let out a low chuckle,

"No baby, daddy isn't going to touch you... I'm gonna take my time." He whispered getting off the bed. "Pick a word or a color."

"Blue," I replied.