If you read my Wicked Wednesday last week, it was a bit somber. I decided to do a kink flashback this week–while I regroup…
Eliza felt damp underneath the black and white dress that she wore. She was annoyed with Terrence, and it was the first time she had really been so despite everything that happened between them.
But even mad, even wanting to throw him out of a window, when she looked at him something happened inside of her.
He moved closer to her, and she looked at him first hopelessly, vulnerably. Then she squared her shoulders, and felt how tight her jaw was.
“No, no, you cannot just sweet talk me out of this,” she said quietly, looking up at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
That was all he said, without smiling like usual to soften her. His expression was solemn almost, and his eyes locked with hers.
Naked beneath her waist. Eliza had on only a black and white bra, under her black and white dress. Naked the rest of way down, she felt her clit thicken and twitch with desire.
She fluttered her eyelashes, and looked away from him.
He kissed her where her lashes fell.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he repeated as a litany.
He pressed her to the wall, and she drowned in his scent and emotion before he slipped his hand under her skirt and she heard his surprised gasp.
“You’re not–”
She leaned up and kissed him. He pulled her close, and he slapped her backside, his fingers sticking a bit because they were damp with her moisture.
Pressing her pelvis to his, Eliza let him crush her to him even more. She looked up at him, this time vulnerable and scared.
The way she felt about him terrified her, and being in his arms made her feel like loose lava. He caressed her, at the top of her triangle and she squirmed which made him spank her.
Her desire raged only from the waist down, although she could feel her nipples were hard against the cups of her bra.
He said he was sorry, and she allowed him to pleasure her. She gave into him.
Like usual.
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