Late Night
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,773
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Late Night
She walked slowly up the hallway, purse and gym bag dangling from one shoulder, the tennis shoes she’d removed in the elevator hanging from her free hand. Exhaustion showed in every step, yet she felt a sense of elation as she paused before the door to their usual room. He was in there. Almost near enough to touch. To taste.
She reached for the door and was startled when it opened and a large hand grasped her wrist and pulled her inside. Bags, purses, shoes dropped to the floor as she was pressed to the wall and held immobile by the muscled wall of his chest. Lips, hot and moist, spread over her jaw line and neck, trailed to her lips and deepened to force a groan from both.
With deft movements, he undressed her, before picking her up in his arms and walking to the bed, setting down on the edge and cradling her in his arms.
Nibbling her hear, he whispered, “You look so tired, Sweetheart. What time did you get home?”
Stifling a yawn, she managed, “Almost 10? Ish. Around there.”
His hand soothing her back stopped. “I thought you left the office at 8:30?”
Oops, she thought. “I had to stop by the store on the way home and pick up a couple of things.”
He watched her eyes in silence. Watched her until the blush crept to her face. And waited.
“It may be been closer to 9:15 when I left.” She felt like a fumbling child caught in a lie. Damn-it, she’d had to work late. Had worked until she could barely keep her eyes open. She’d even toyed with the idea of calling him from her desk to say that she’d just arrived home safe. Just so she could focus and finish her deadline. Just to keep him from worrying. But fatigue had taken over. And the drive home had been loooooonnnnnnnnnng.
He watched her squirm a little longer, satisfied that here was a female who could never successfully lie to him. And certain he could cure her of the habit the few times she attempted.
“I see.” She felt rather than heard his deep voice, void of emotion, in the pit of her stomach.
Lifting her chin he looked into her eyes for a long moment before softly kissing the tip of her nose. At her sigh of relief, he reached under and flipped her over to drape across his lap and ignoring her sounds of protest, raised a flattened hand high above her cute, rounded ass.
“The next time .. “ His hand flew to startle her with three hard smacks.
“I tell you to go home …” Smack!.
“At a certain time …” Smack. Smack. . Smack.
“You leave ON TIME” Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Do you understand me?” Smack.
At her sullen silence, he landed two vicious slaps with the words, “Answer me!”
“Yes!” Her high pitched reply accompanied by kicking feet lifted his humor and he raised her up into a sitting position on his lap.
Kissing her softly, he said deeply, “Good” before leaning back on the bed with her and rolling over and falling into her wet, waiting warmth.
She reached for the door and was startled when it opened and a large hand grasped her wrist and pulled her inside. Bags, purses, shoes dropped to the floor as she was pressed to the wall and held immobile by the muscled wall of his chest. Lips, hot and moist, spread over her jaw line and neck, trailed to her lips and deepened to force a groan from both.
With deft movements, he undressed her, before picking her up in his arms and walking to the bed, setting down on the edge and cradling her in his arms.
Nibbling her hear, he whispered, “You look so tired, Sweetheart. What time did you get home?”
Stifling a yawn, she managed, “Almost 10? Ish. Around there.”
His hand soothing her back stopped. “I thought you left the office at 8:30?”
Oops, she thought. “I had to stop by the store on the way home and pick up a couple of things.”
He watched her eyes in silence. Watched her until the blush crept to her face. And waited.
“It may be been closer to 9:15 when I left.” She felt like a fumbling child caught in a lie. Damn-it, she’d had to work late. Had worked until she could barely keep her eyes open. She’d even toyed with the idea of calling him from her desk to say that she’d just arrived home safe. Just so she could focus and finish her deadline. Just to keep him from worrying. But fatigue had taken over. And the drive home had been loooooonnnnnnnnnng.
He watched her squirm a little longer, satisfied that here was a female who could never successfully lie to him. And certain he could cure her of the habit the few times she attempted.
“I see.” She felt rather than heard his deep voice, void of emotion, in the pit of her stomach.
Lifting her chin he looked into her eyes for a long moment before softly kissing the tip of her nose. At her sigh of relief, he reached under and flipped her over to drape across his lap and ignoring her sounds of protest, raised a flattened hand high above her cute, rounded ass.
“The next time .. “ His hand flew to startle her with three hard smacks.
“I tell you to go home …” Smack!.
“At a certain time …” Smack. Smack. . Smack.
“You leave ON TIME” Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Do you understand me?” Smack.
At her sullen silence, he landed two vicious slaps with the words, “Answer me!”
“Yes!” Her high pitched reply accompanied by kicking feet lifted his humor and he raised her up into a sitting position on his lap.
Kissing her softly, he said deeply, “Good” before leaning back on the bed with her and rolling over and falling into her wet, waiting warmth.