Page 74 of Serena
I hear the front door open and close. The excitement and anticipation would be considered pathetic by others, but not to me. Every time I see her, the oxygen gets sucked out of my lungs. The realization that she’s in front of me; I can touch her, kiss her, make her mine over and over again—it’s intoxicating. There is no letting go of her, and there is no way in hell I’m letting any man take what's mine.
She opens the door, and I nod for her to come in. Fuck…that dress. I don’t hear or see anything or anyone but her. She’s breathtaking in a short floral dress, her hair down, as usual, no makeup. I’m already hard…fuck, and this meeting is still going. She sets her purse on the coffee table and makes her way to me. This woman knows exactly what she does to me. Stopping by my desk, I mute and turn off the camera, then I bring her to me. Each time I touch her, I remind myself that she’s here and all mine. I'm so distracted by her seduction that it takes me a second to notice the handcuffs.
She’s putting on a sexy-as-hell striptease. This is a side only I get to see. I know she prefers to give up control, but this is something else. I’d like to think that I had something to do with this side of Serena. She loves to show me her body, and I love to worship it.
All of a sudden, she stops, gets up, and goes to her purse, pulling out a fucking vibrator. Where the fuck did she get that? I went through her things and got rid of anything that she could use to pleasure herself. That’s whatI’mfor. I forget all about the meeting and slam my laptop shut. The toy comes to life, and shestarts caressing herself with it; my jaw clenches at the sight. She brings the toy to her entrance.
My rock-hard dick doesn’t get the memo. “Don’t,” I tell her. Then, what comes out of her mouth next feels like a bucket of cold water being dumped over me.
“Did you have anything to do with Derek’s promotion?” I sit, staring at her. Legs open, drenched, and that’s what comes out of her mouth. I don’t respond. Confirming her suspicions. She thrusts the toy inside her. In and out, not breaking eye contact with me.
This fucking brat… I see the moment she lets go and comes. I don’t know whether to throw my computer or my chair across the room. She gets up, dresses again, and heads to the door. Leaving without a word. Leaving the vibrator soaked with her arousal on the couch.
I try to control my breathing. If she wants to play…we’ll play. I quickly pick up the phone and call security. Then I see her text. That sneaky little vixen. I check my jacket pocket, and there it is, the key to the handcuffs. Another question comes to mind. Where the hell did she get the handcuffs from?
One benefit of owning the building I live in is that I have access to everything, which includes the elevators. Still handcuffed, I call security and have them stop the elevator.
By the time the elevator door opens, I’m free and waiting for her. She’s standing there, all put together and shit, as if she didn’t just strip and fuck herself in front of me, leaving me handcuffed with a case of the blue balls. Neither of us moves, the air crackling with sexual tension and defiance.
“How did you find out?”
“I saw him at the café. We talked, and I put it all together.”
I grab her wrist with one hand and pull her toward me, my other hand on the nape of her neck. I bring her lips close to mine, so close that I can taste her breath. “You fucked yourself and saidanother man’s name as you came.” Her eyes are wide with the realization.
“Remember, I told you. My name is the only one coming out of your mouth.” I’m seething. When I heard Derek's name leave her lips as she touched herself, the image of his head with a bullet in between his eyes came to mind.
She doesn’t respond. I slam my lips onto hers, swallowing her gasps. My little brat opens for me, no hesitation, no push back. There is nothing sweet and tender about this kiss; no, this kiss is punishing and rough, just how I plan to fuck her. I bend down and toss her over my shoulder.
“Put me down!” she screams. I respond by slapping her ass, hard. She yelps and starts punching my lower back. I don’t even flinch. Entering my bedroom, I kick the door shut and throw her onto the bed. I stand at the end of the bed, looking at her. She is so fucking sexy, but I’m so mad at her right now. Knowing she was with that man, who fucked her for almost a year, is driving me crazy.
I need her to feel the desperation of wanting something so bad and then seeing it slip away. She attempts to make it off the bed, but I grab her by the right ankle, sliding her toward me. “I'm going to go meet Theo and Yuri for drinks!”
“You aren’t going anywhere tonight,” I tell her, but she’s fighting to get out of my grasp. I finally manage to pin her down, so I take this opportunity to flip her over onto her stomach. Grabbing both wrists behind her back, I pull the handcuffs out of my pants pocket and secure them on her. All she can do is wiggle on the bed, unable to use her arms to pick herself up. I take off her shoes and throw them to the side, then straddle her thighs from behind. She stops moving. I place my hands under her dress, on her outer thighs, and I start moving up her body. Stopping on her curvy and plump ass, spreading those cheeks. I am so fucking hard for her, but she needs to be taught a lesson.
“You have been a bad girl today, and bad girls get punished. I'm going to fill your holes, and you aren’t going to come until I decide you can. Until you don’t remember any other man's name but mine.” I slap her ass again. She responds with a whimper that turns into a moan. I get off her and flip her onto her back. She’s facing me. Pulling out my pocketknife, I tear off her dress and bra. “Shame, I really liked that dress.”
I know how much she loves my body. So I slowly undress myself. Giving her a show like she did earlier. My hard cock springs out of my boxers. Leaking precum. I stroke it for her, and she doesn't take her eyes off it. I grab a couple of things from the top drawer of my dresser. I kiss my way up her body. I position my cock in front of her mouth. Painting my precum on her lips. I hold onto the headboard, not wanting to add my body weight, since her hands are restrained to her back. “Open up, baby.” She’s so eager to wrap those beautiful lips around me that she opens on command. I slam into her. No warning. I do it again. I feel my cock hit the back of her throat, then I pull out.
I leave the room to find her purse on the floor. I look through it to find what I'm looking for, her phone. I type in the code and find the contact I need to call. The phone rings, and Yuri answers.
“Where are you?”
“Hello, Yuri.” I see my little brat’s face. Priceless.
“Ian, um, hi. Is everything okay? We’ve been waiting for Serena.”
“We?”
“Yeah, we, Theo and I.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I called to inform you Serena won’t be making it today. She is indisposed for the night.”
“Is she feeling okay?” She sounds concerned, so I have to assure her that her best friend is perfectly fine.
“She’s fine. Nothing that a good fucking won’t cure.” I hear the laughter in her voice.
“Um, too much information, Ian. Thanks for the heads-up. Pun not intended.” Then she hangs up. I look at Serena, dumbfounded by what I just did.
