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The WORD

They were all very excited about the visit. The time between visits was as long as the miles to be traveled between their homes. But finally, they were getting a wonderful long weekend together. David and Marie had arrived at Lawrason and Kay’s to great fanfare and lots of hugs and kisses. They quickly returned to the same old familiar routine, and stayed up that night until the wee hours of the morning, talking, laughing and drinking several bottles of great wine.

After sleeping hard straight through the breakfast hours, they finally woke, got cleaned up and charged forward into the day. Kay was in the kitchen beginning to gather the ingredients to make a delicious late lunch, to fill their wine ravaged bellies. David sat on a barstool, sipping his coffee, casually talking to her about the latest project at work. Lawrason and Marie rounded the corner, arm and arm, laughing wildly over some inside joke, silencing quickly as they entered the kitchen.

Releasing Maries arm and slowly gliding across the room, Lawrason declared, “We are going to run to the store and I am going to take Marie for a quick tour of the town. You are going to stay and take care of my lovely Bride.” He pointed at David as he gently kissed Kay’s cheek.

“I can have food ready in about an hour. Will that be enough time for you?” Kay asked with a sunny smile on her face.

“Better make it closer to an hour and a half. Maybe even an hour and forty-five?” he said with a raised eyebrow, and the look of a spoiled child on his face.

“What am I going to do with you? Go, have fun and behave yourself,” Kay said with a playful roll of her eyes. A raised eyebrow and penetrating look from Lawrason made Kay suddenly regretful of the eye roll. Another quick kiss among the couples and the two were off.

As the front door latched close, Kay spun to turn the unneeded oven off. She clicked the last dial, and was suddenly aware of a presence standing directly behind her. She rotated to find David standing mere inches away with a strange expression on his face. In one swift motion, he clasped her face between his masculine hands and claimed her mouth with his. The kiss was hard and intense, yet very short. He pulled his head back to stare into her wide, shocked eyes.

“What are you doing?” Kay whispered in a breathy and overwhelmed voice.

“I am doing the ONLY thing I have thought about since pulling out of my driveway,” David replied in a low growl, as his mouth found hers again, his tongue probing its way between her parting lips.

Momentarily lost in David’s beguiling aura, Kay suddenly burst back into reality. With both hands firm on his taught chest, she forcefully pushed him away. Weightily and breathlessly she yelled, “No! We can’t! We HAVE to Stop! YOU have to STOP!”

Regaining his balance, he powerfully stepped up to face her, staring darkly into her eyes. He commanded, “NO, I Don’t!” He inhaled slowly, stared fixedly, opened his mouth, and said IT.

Kay’s mind flashed – He just said IT! How did he know IT? Did Sir tell him? He MUST have! I have no choice! He said The WORD! The dish towel, in her hand, drifted to the floor as Kay dropped to her knees, assuming her position of total submission. Sitting low on her knees, palms positioned flat on her thighs, face and eyes turned down, Kay awaited further instructions.

David stood, looking down at the welcome site. Her body told of a woman, submissive and ready for his every desire. He gently glided his hand over her silky smooth hair and sweetly asked, “Are you a Good Girl?”

Without changing position, she whispered, “Yes, Sir. If that is what you want me to be.”

Fisting a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, he yanked her head back, so he was looking directly at her delicate face. “Good answer my little Slut.” His eyes were now completely black and devilishly wicked. “Now, undo my pants and suck my cock like the good little Cock Slut I know you are.”

to be continued……..

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  1. This is hot stuff Miss Amelia. Beautiful written..

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