The Bedroom Wait

Chapter 1

Cole arrives home…he’s smiling as he walks inside. The kids are away and if all has gone well Mia is waiting for Cole in her sexiest lingerie…just then Cole steps in the bedroom where he sees Mia standing there waiting for him…he stares her up and down like a lion eyeing its prey…a boastful smile teases at the edges of his lips as the hint of her nipples show through her lingerie “Mmm perfect my baby girl…on your knees for Daddy” he says as Cole steps up closer to her…sliding his top off as he watches Mia obey as she looks up at him submissively

Chapter 2

Cole’s fingers twisted deeper into Mia’s hair, tugging her head back until her throat arched and those full lips parted on a shaky exhale. He held her there, eyes locked on the way her chest rose and fell beneath the lace, her nipples two tight points pressing against the fabric like they were begging for his teeth.

“You know the rules, baby girl,” he said, voice a low gravel that rolled down her spine. “Say it again. Louder this time. Let me hear how bad you need it.”

Mia’s tongue darted across her bottom lip. Her thighs squeezed together, a small desperate shift that made Cole’s cock twitch against the seam of his pants. “Your cock, Daddy,” she whispered, then louder when his grip tightened. “I need your cock in my mouth.”

Cole’s smile spread slow and wicked. He palmed the hard ridge of his zipper, watching her eyes track every movement with a hunger that made his balls ache. The restraints were already laid out on the bed behind her—black leather cuffs, soft rope, a silk blindfold—all arranged with care, like she’d been wet just from setting them out.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, thumb brushing her cheekbone before he traced her lower lip. “But first, you’re going to show me what that mouth can do while I decide how long to make you wait.”

He unbuckled his belt one-handed, the clink of metal loud in the quiet room, and pushed his pants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang up thick and flushed, already slick at the tip. Mia made a small sound, almost a whimper, and leaned forward without being told—then stopped, trembling, a breath away.

“Please,” she breathed, looking up at him through her lashes. “Let me taste you, Daddy.”

Cole’s chest tightened with dark satisfaction. He guided her closer, fingers still wound in her hair, his cock dragging wet across her parted lips as she opened for him. The first hot slide of her tongue along his shaft made him hiss, his hips jerking forward as she took him deeper, cheeks hollowing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, watching her work him with messy eager strokes. The blindfold and cuffs waited on the bed. He wasn’t close to done with her yet.

Chapter 3

The wet heat of Mia's mouth worked him with desperate, sloppy devotion, her tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside of his cock. Cole groaned, his free hand fisting the sheets beside her shoulder, but his focus slipped lower—down her arched back, past the lace still clinging to her hips, to the way her thighs trembled open. He shifted his bare foot forward, pressing the ball of it against the soaked panel of her panties.

She gasped around him, a muffled, startled sound that vibrated straight up his shaft. He smiled, a dark twist of satisfaction curling through him as he rubbed deliberately, feeling the fabric flood and cling, her slick heat soaking through to his skin. “That’s it, baby girl,” he growled, grinding his foot gently. “So fucking wet for me already.”

A shudder wracked her body, her hips bucking against the pressure even as her mouth stayed locked around his cock. He let it build, her whimpers delicious, until the need to taste her overwhelmed him. With a firm grip on her hair, he pulled her off—a slick, obscene pop—and hauled her up to crash his mouth against hers, tongue plunging deep, tasting himself on her lips.

He didn’t break the kiss as he spun her, hands rough, and flung her onto the mattress. She bounced once, eyes wide and glazed, a breathless “Cole—” cut off as he climbed over her. He grabbed her wrists, cinching the leather cuffs around them and lashing the strap to the headboard slats above her head. “Arms stay there,” he ordered, already moving down. Her legs got the same treatment: ankles cuffed apart to opposite bottom corners of the bed, spreading her wide and open, the soaked lace now a ruined invitation.

“Look at you,” Cole murmured, kneeling between her splayed thighs. He hooked a finger under the center seam of her panties and yanked, popping stitches until he could drag the fabric aside, baring her glistening cunt. “So pink and needy. You want me to fill this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Mia cried, yanking uselessly at the restraints. “Please, I need it.”

He chuckled, low and taunting, as he positioned himself, the fat head of his cock nudging her entrance but not pressing in. “Beg me better than that.”