When I get back home later around midnight, I enter the dark house and see that dinner was taken off the table and put away. I had left it out on the table on purpose.
Petty guilt trip, I know, but I still was a little butt hurt over her not letting me know earlier. I pour me a drink and head to the office, my mind nowhere near ready to go to bed. Amanda had been at the bar with Dass and we all ended up talking most of the time I was there.
I sat at the computer, sipping my drink, as I read over the case study that had similar issues like a patient of mine. I made notes in my documents and then stretched to look at the clock. It was two in the morning.
Crap. Tomorrow was going to be a really long day. I made my way to the bedroom and hopped in a quick shower to help me relax. I know I didn't say anything to her before I went home to surprise her, so I shouldn't be too upset. Dass and Amanda were great for letting me get it all out and help me set my emotions straight. The messed up part of the whole night though, is she didn't text me when she got home. When I left the bar at the club, I hadn't received a single message or call from her.
So as I climb out of the shower and begin to dry myself off, I'm not quiet. I don't make unnecessary noise, but I'm not trying to be considerate either. So when I walked out into the bedroom to grab underwear, I wasn't surprised to see Sarina, sitting up in bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She was looking at me, like she was mad at me. For what? Waking her from her beauty sleep?
I didn't say anything, I just grabbed some underwear and climbed into bed to catch some sleep. I know I was being an ass, I just couldn't help it.
I hear her huff and can feel her look at me in shock that I have the audacity to lay there knowing she's sitting up. Her eyes are burning me with the look right now, but I just keep my eyes closed.
She lets out a long heavy breath and asks, "Where were you?"
"The club. I had some drinks and chatted with Dass and Amanda till Dass's shift ended." I say, keeping my eyes closed.
"Uh, huh. You couldn't leave a note or send a text?" She asks giving me attitude about it.
No. Just no. She's not going to be a hypocrite to me right now. I pop up from the bed, grabbing my pillow and start making my way out of the bedroom.
"What the fuck?!" She exclaims, rising from the bed herself.
I turn back to her and throw her words right back at her, "Yeah, Sarina. What the fuck? You couldn't send a text either, remember? Oh and by the way, you didn't bother to ask me either when you got home and saw I wasn't here. So don't try and make it seem like I am the problem here right now. I have to go to work tomorrow and need to sleep. I'm not arguing with you."
I walk out of the bedroom and enter the guest room to sleep. Of course though now my heart is pumping because what she tried to do a moment ago pissed me off. I growl and toss the pillow on the ground as I sit up. I hang my head in my hands, frustrated. I pull my hair and growl again, I'm so damn irritated and have no way to release it.
"Brian..?" Her voice is soft and timid coming from the doorway.
My head pops up and I groan, "Yes, Sarina?" My eyes open and see she's wearing a mint colored sexy lace edged nightie that sits at her mid thigh showing off her sexy legs. Legs that I wouldn't mind picking her up by, to toss her against the wall and take her fast and hard. I groan again, trying to stop myself from thinking those thoughts as Sarina steps towards me but pauses at my second groan.
"You're right. I'm sorry. but I just wanted to tell you that I saw the dinner and the flowers. I wanted to say thank you for those." She starts to turn around but I grab her hand before she gets out of range.
"So you think you're just going to come in here and say I'm sorry and thank you, dressed like that and think that's the end of this?" I grumble at her as her eyes go wide.
"Brian, I didn't come in to argue with you, I really just wanted to say thank... Whoa!"
I pull towards me, flip her onto the bed on her back so I'm now over her body, pressing my body on top of hers. She starts to open her mouth to say something, but I cover her mouth with my hand and put all my will power into keeping my voice low and commanding.
"You've said your piece. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me."
Her eyes widen but quickly become heavy with lust as she spreads her legs slowly and her breathing becomes heavier.
I hum in approval, "That's a good girl." I move my hand from her mouth, running it slowly down her throat, feeling her swallow as my thumb caressed the hollow of her throat. Her heart beat thumped under the palm of my hand as I dragged it in between her breast, and down her stomach. Her whole body trembles, as my hand moves to her mid thigh, grabbing the edge of the nightie, and slowly dragging the material up, letting my fingers tantalize the skin with sensations of the lace combined with my firm hand.
The higher my hand went, the more she trembled. Her eyes were still heavy with lust, but her breathing said she was anxious and excited. She swallowed hard as my hand brushed against the apex of her thighs, feeling her and the lack of panties.
"Oh... really.... such a naughty.." I start lowering my mouth to her neck to lick and nip at her throat, "one you are." I barely touched her and she's dripping with need for me.
Fuck. I want to groan as my finger glides so damn easily into her. Instead, I just hold my breath as her jaw drops open when my finger hooks up and gently begins to stroke her spot. I place my thumb on her clit, rubbing it in slow circles, making her gasp and eyes flutter close.
Now that won't do.
"Eyes open." I demand, firmly, speeding up my hand.
Her eyes pop open, a slight pout forming on her lips, but I make that pout disappear under the force of my lips taking her mouth, intensely. I need to remind her, that she's mine, I'm hers, but she's mine.
I pull back, retracting my hand from between her legs and retreat back from her body. "Be a good girl for me and flip over on to your stomach." I tell her breathlessly.
She gives me a anxious look, but flips over and looks over her shoulder at me.
"Spread your legs. Show me how much you want my cock inside of you." I command her, stroking my cock in my hand that's slick with her arousal. She spreads her legs, propping her ass up in the air by grabbing a pillow to place under her stomach. I can see how she glistens even in the low light of the hallway night lights.
I get on my knees behind her, still stroking my cock, and tease her, rubbing the head of my cock against her slit. She makes noises, her hips moving to rock against me as I tease her.
"Brian.."
Oh, no, she's not going to beg and get her way right now.
*Smack*
"Ah!" She lets out a surprised cry.
"Keep your ass still and your mouth shut unless I ask you a question."
She nods, holding her hips still and keeps her head down low to the front of her.
"That's better." I hear and see her take a deep breath at that and can't help the smug smile that crosses my face. She can be annoyed all she wants, if she thought that I'd be making love to her coming to me dressed like this, tonight, she needed to straighten out her thinking.
"Count as usual."
*Smack*
"AH! One! Thank you sir." She grits out.
"Really? One? Okay, one it is." I chuckle, smacking her ass again.
"Two! Thank you sir." She grips the blanket in her hands.
I watch as her ass starts to turn pink, my hand print visible.
*SMACK*
"Fuck! Three! Thank you sir!" She growls out through gritted teeth.
"Is that attitude I'm hearing from you?" I say, smacking both of her ass cheeks this time.
"Four-Five Thank you sir! No, sir." She gasps as I rub her blushing ass cheeks that radiate warmth.
I press the tip of myself against her opening, she stills, taking a deep breath as if preparing for me to take her right then.
*SMACK*
"OH FUCK!" Her hips jolt forward, "SIX! Ow! Thank you sir." She covers her ass with her hands, whimpering and breathing through her teeth. I lay down on the bed next to her as she calms down.
After a few more seconds she looks at me and I keep my face blank, "You can go back to bed now. I need some sleep before work." I stand up and grab my pillow up off the floor as she huffs and heads back to the bedroom, while I lay back down in the guest bed.
I'm not going to let her off this time with a sorry and think tempting me with sex is going to make everything better. Emotions don't work like that and right now, I need some space and sleep.