Heath Chapter 7
Heath:
We put a meal together. The roast we decided we’d make on Sunday, after we got the ingredients she’d left at the store.
While we cooked, I kept thinking of her mom and the bodyguard Danae had hurt.
I wanted to know who he was and to dig into his background.
She said her mom never had one before. It made me curious to find out why now.
And I wouldn’t mind visiting the bastard and issuing a threat he’d better heed, but that would have to wait.
Our meal was pasta in a spicy sausage-and-tomato sauce, with garlic bread.
Simple, yet it tasted incredible. The sausage replaced the hamburger in a regular recipe.
I would never go back to the old way. Clean up was a breeze, and now we were in the bedroom.
Danae was in the bathroom, finishing her nightly ritual.
I’d already finished mine, but I wasn’t sitting there waiting.
I’d set the mood by placing and lighting candles all around the room.
I loved candlelight, and I want it to feel sexy and mysterious in here.
When I had those placed to my satisfaction, I went through my treasure box, which was an enclosed trunk that held adult play items. When we first got together, I was thrilled to discover that Danae was very adventurous when it came to sex.
Some things I asked about she hadn’t experienced, but was open to trying.
Others, she knew for sure, she wanted nothing to do with.
For me, everything except a few things was flexible.
Since she was pregnant, some of the rougher play would have to wait until after she had the baby.
But we were left with plenty more. I was debating whether to tie her up tonight when her throat being cleared had me turning.
I stopped. She was wearing something that I’d never seen before.
My cock, which was half-mast, took notice.
The horny fucker filled further with blood and grew.
Her black hair, with its lighter dark brown streaks, hung to the tops of her tits, drawing attention to her pebble-like nipples.
Her slender body had gained more defined curves.
Her honey colored skin was radiant. Looking at her, you couldn’t miss her Asian heritage.
One would expect her to have brown eyes, but she had mesmerizing hazel eyes.
Combine that with her tiny, delicate features, and she was irresistible.
Tonight, her body wore something rather than being totally naked.
It was a strappy concoction that reminded me of a harness.
The black leather straps crisscrossed her body, resulting in her tits being lifted high.
Straps ran on either side of her hips and disappeared between her legs.
When she turned, I groaned. More straps ran under her ass cheeks, pushing them up as plump offerings.
Around her neck hung a leather collar adorned with metal rings.
And on her feet were a pair of heels that I loved.
She’d worn them out to dinner one night, and I had been hard-pressed not to fuck her on the table.
When we got back to her place, I’d taken her with nothing on but those.
I held up the restraints I’d chosen, grinning.
“Our minds seem to be on the same naughty things. That contraption is so fucking hot, Danae. God.”
I moaned as I gave in and gripped the base of my shaft, pumping my hand up and down the length. She licked her lips, then came slowly sauntering over to me. I swore I felt my heartbeat through my cock.