I've already paid for everything. So don't worry about expenses, okay?
I make a dinner of seared steak dripping with herb butter and a side of roasted Brussel sprouts, paired with smooth red wine.
When you've had your fill, I take your hand and guide you to the bedroom.
I open the window a crack, letting the ocean-scented breeze brush against your skin.
My lips turn into a smile in the soft lamp light. It's a smile you know all too well, the kind that gets your heart racing.
I tell you to strip completely naked right now.
You drop your shirt, your pants, your bra, and your thong on the floor.
I love it when you blush.
Your body looks as beautiful as ever tonight. I mean it.
And I can tell by the look in your eyes that you want me to strip naked, too.
You want to feast on the sight of my chest, my ass, and my hard, bulging dick, don't you?
Patience, my dear. It's all taken care of.
Lie down on the mattress. Enjoy its softness on your back and don't worry about a thing. All you should be concerned about is doing exactly as I say.
You start telling me you're sorry you forgot to put on make-up, and you're such a mess, and you don't deserve me.
Shhhh. You're not allowed to talk like that, honey.
Every day, you do so, so much, and you deserve all the love and pleasure in the world. Besides, I like that you're not wearing makeup. I did say completely naked, didn't I?
And just in case you don't believe me, I bring my finger to your clitoris. My touch alone makes you shiver.
And with each passing second, I rub you harder and faster... harder and faster... harder and faster.
Do you believe me now?
Don't answer that. In fact, I don't need you to think about anything. Just let me taste you.