Bonus Chapter
“Are you ready, honey?” I shout through the house, adjusting the cufflink on my left sleeve.
According to Poppy, we had plans at seven, and it’s already quarter to. Her being fashionably late isn’t a new development, but it’s something that I try to avoid as often as possible. My little brat enjoys pushing me, and I love her all the more for it.
“Come here!” she shouts back.
I leave the closet and step into the bedroom, finding it empty. With a brow cocked, I make my way through the house room by room, searching for her before trying to call for her again.
“Tell me where you are, Poppy. We’re going to be late for your own plans.”
“I’m in my office, you spoilsport!”
My other eyebrow joins the first halfway up my forehead. Her office isn’t the typical type. Not unless it becomes the norm for people to start installing poles in their offices. It was put in as soon as we bought the house, and I’ve grown to rather enjoy having it within an easily accessible range. Particularly so when I get to be the first set of eyes to see her newest studio routines.
“You aren’t supposed to be working toni—oh fuck.”
How I didn’t notice the low beat of the music playing in the room is beyond me. I’m frozen inside the doorframe, my skin growing iron hot and my cock turning to steel as I stare at her.
Standing behind the silver pole in nothing but lace and ribbon, she gifts me a coy smile and licks her red-painted lips.
“I’m not working, and I’m not late for anything. We’re both right on time.”
I gulp, reaching up to tug at the tie around my neck that I finished tying five minutes ago. It falls loose, and then I’m flexing my fingers at my sides, desperate to touch her.
Fuck me. How I’ve managed to convince her to settle for me is beyond my recollection. Once again, standing no further than ten steps from her, I’m struck speechless. I want to both run toward her and drop to my knees at the same time. Beg and command.
Her hair is pulled out of her face, no longer dyed red but now its natural brunette colour with the golden highlights that I’ve grown to love picking out when she’s in my arms. The slim bridge of her nose is tinged red, along with her cheeks.
The sheer, purple lace bra cups her heavy breasts, her nipples peaked and pressing against the fabric. With a bow in the centre that matches the two on either side of her hips, she looks like a present, but Christmas has come and gone. Her tiny little skirt does nothing to hide the fact she isn’t wearing panties as it flows over her thighs and clips to the garters that hug her thighs.
My pants are too tight, my cock throbbing and leaking inside of them. Everything is too tight on me right now. For fuck’s sake, even the air is heavy and thick with the scent of desire and the passion that continues to beat between us like a kick drum. One breath at a time doesn’t fill my lungs quick enough.
“You’re looking at me like you want to sink your teeth in and take a bite,” she whispers.
“I want far, far more than just a bite, honey.” My words are garbled, lust morphing my tone.
The corner of her mouth tugs up. “Too bad you’ll have to wait. Sit down.”
Only now do I notice the dining chair she’s pulled into the room as it rests against the wall opposite of her pole. The thrill of watching her dance for me has me moving before I realize I am.
“I’ve never danced like this for anyone before,” she admits once I’ve sat on the chair, my legs spread to help relieve some of the pressure in my groin.
“I’m happy to be your first.”
Her eyes soften. “We’ll add it to the list of firsts you’ve taken from me.”
“Good firsts only, I hope.”
“The best ones.”
I slide my hands down my thighs and nod, eyes burning into the contours of her face. Every dip and curve, freckle and beauty mark. I could draw her from memory, but I’d never do her justice.
“Stop talking now and just . . . enjoy,” she says softly before the song switches and a bass-heavy one comes through, the beat spiking my arousal.
I shut my mouth, biting down on my tongue for good measure. This is going to drive me to utter insanity, but I can’t wait.
Poppy shuts the world off when she’s on her pole. I’ve watched her zone into the movements several times while we’ve lived together, but this right here? This is different. She’s completely conscious of me and every movement she makes as she grips the pole with both hands and circles it, each step confident, surely placed.
My throat dries up, but I keep biting down on my tongue, unable to bring moisture back to it. Her grip spreads, one hand sliding up while the other shifts down before she spins, pressing her back to the pole. Back curving, her breasts swell in her bra as her lungs expand. The move has her legs spreading, and I drop my eyes, bringing them directly to the space between them. The sight of her bare pussy has me pushing an exhale from my nose. My nostrils flare, and I don’t bother hiding it.
Her deep red lips look too fuckable when they twitch at the corners. She’s noticed my reaction, and I’m fucking glad for it.
After swaying around the pole, she uses her arms to lift her body and wraps her thigh around it before lifting the other from the ground in a slow spin. From the spin, she nearly sends me into a coma when she wraps both thighs around the pole and lets her upper body curl backward until her hands touch the floor. Slowly loosening her thighs, she crawls down the pole and settles her back on the floor, head tilted back as she stares at me the entire way.
I groan, loud and rough, when she uncurls her thighs from the pole and drops them, spreading them apart until they form a horizontal line. She exposes herself completely, that tight, wet pussy glistening in the low light.
“Fuck me, Poppy,” I spit out.
“No.”
Fisting my hands, I keep them on my thighs and gnaw down on the inside of my cheek. With a nod, I’m encouraging her to continue.
Rolling onto her stomach, she stretches her arms out in front of her and pushes back onto her knees, forcing that round ass into the air. Her tits press into the carpet before she lifts one arm and then the next, now on her hands and knees.
She crawls toward me.
Fucking crawls.
My nails prick into my palms as I clench my hands harder, my patience shrinking by the second. I want to shoot my arm out and grip her by the hair. Want to drag her onto my lap and have her pull my cock out before sinking that hot cunt onto it.
Have mercy.
The song changes, moving on to the next. It’s similar to the last, but the lyrics are filthier, a tease at what’s coming tonight.
Too fucking slowly, she gets closer and closer. Her hair falls like a curtain around her face, hiding her from me. Still, I keep my hands to myself. My mouth shut.
Poppy pauses in front of me, eyeing me like a cat that’s toying with a mouse. Then, she settles back on her knees and drops her hands on my thighs, too high to be innocent in any circumstance, let alone this one. Her gaze drops to my crotch, to the rigid length of my cock, which has tucked itself along my inner thigh.
She ignores it. Instead, she leans forward and brings her filthy fingers to my belt. Once it’s unbuckled, the hem of my button-up is pulled from the inside of my pants, and then in one quick movement, she has it spread open, buttons tinging throughout the room.
My breathing stutters, desire turning my blood into molasses in my veins.
“So handsome,” she whispers, shifting her attention to the cufflinks on each arm.
Once she’s rid me of them, she discards them on the floor and glides her hands up my bare chest before pushing my shirt down my shoulders. It falls to the floor a second later, leaving me in nothing but my suit pants, briefs, and socks.
In one fluid motion, she’s off her knees and leaning over me, one hand on each of the armrests. Her tits hang in my face, so close I can smell her fruity lotion. The metal bars through her nipples are begging for my mouth to slick them up, but still, I wait.
“You can take my bra off, Garrison. Suck my nipples until I tell you you’re done.”
“So bossy,” I muse while reaching around her and unsnapping the clasp.
I tuck a finger beneath the strap over her left shoulder and guide it down. The moment the lace is gone and her breasts are no longer covered, I’m diving between them. Sucking and nipping at the skin between them, I moan, lost to the frenzy of need beneath my skin. Her nipple is warm and hard as I lave my tongue over it and then suck it between my lips. She responds immediately, the way I knew she would.
“Just like that,” she moans, arching in a way that pushes her chest further into my face.
It’s paradise.
I lay a hand on her back, prepared to drop it to her ass and use the hold to pull her onto my lap when she shoves herself back, stealing her nipple back.
“No touching,” she scolds.
I go rigid, my eyes narrowing at the corners. “I’ve watched long enough, Poppy.”
“No. You haven’t. Don’t spoil my plans.”
My inhale is pained, my cock hard enough to cut through concrete. She turns, giving me her back as she grips the armrests and settles her ass on my thighs. Rotating her hips in slow, torturous circles, she watches me over her shoulder, eyes half-open.
“Pull your dick out,” she orders, lifting off me just enough that I can shove my pants down to my knees.
I wrap a hand around my shaft and groan at the relief. It doesn’t last long. Not when she turns back around and drapes a thigh over the armrest on my left, the soft skin trapping the hand I have gripping it. She brings her fingers down her belly and to her bare pussy, circling her clit thrice before dipping one inside herself.
“This is all for you,” she moans, her finger wet as she brings it to my lips and pushes it into my mouth. “Do you want more?”
“I want it all.”
She smirks, dropping her leg and then taking two steps back. I watch, my eyes focused solely on her as she lowers herself to the carpet and bends her knees before spreading them apart.
“Then come take it,” she dares.
I shoot out of the chair, my pants off and tossed across the room before I’m on her. My knees burn from the carpet as I slide across it, my mouth sealing to her pussy before I can even get another breath in. She buries her hands in my hair as I feast on her, stroking and licking and nipping. Taking.
It’s not enough, though. For either of us.
Pushing myself back, I shove her legs up toward her chest, baring both of her perfect holes to me. In one movement, I bury my cock inside of her, letting her cries of pleasure drown the frantic thump of my pulse in my ears.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever fucking seen,” I grunt, hammering into her as her tits fly with every thrust.
Her cheeks are red, eyes glazed over and black with pleasure. My grin is feral, the wet slide of my cock in her pussy so loud it drowns out the music.
“Only for you,” Poppy whimpers, alternating between squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples. “Just you.”
“Just. Me.”
My climax rears up, and I can’t hold it back the moment I feel her grip me tight. She flutters around my shaft, and I’m lost, pumping her full of cum as she screams and screams and fucking screams.
I collapse on top of her but make no move to pull out. Staying tucked inside, I drag my lips from her chest to her neck and, finally, her lips. Each kiss is languid and soft, both of us coming down from an explosive orgasm.
“I love you,” she whispers. “Did you wish I had made a dinner reservation instead?”
I chuckle, pushing my nose into her hair. “I love you, honey. I’ll take this over dinner any fucking day.”
Even if I’d do anything with her. Anything and everything. These past six months have been the best of my life. It’s never a dull moment with my woman, and after living with no fun for so long, I feel born again.
And I’m fucking thrilled to get to spend the rest of my life with this feeling.