"Well my darling Darryl, it has been along time coming, no pun intended and I really think you have a lot of explaining to do!"
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"I can't hear you? Speak up little boy! Stop mumbling!"
"You come round knocking on my door at almost midnight after weeks of messing me around and you want what exactly?"
"Oh yes "cuddles" Hmmm you have so much more than just that to look forward to ..."
Suzanne smiles wickedly as she stands in front of her darling boy. She had missed his cheeky ways, his twinkly eyes and she knows, he knows it, but there is no way he is getting away lightly this time!
"Well ...? What is her name then?"
"You may look shamefaced at me but I know Darryl, I know!"
"Yes, yes you're sorry. Yes I know I went away and you got bored and lonely. And yes she tickled your fancy and yet here we are again."
Darryl has always been such an easy read. He is like her. Needs plenty of affection to make the world a happy place. It may not be traditional affection but believe when you are both reading from the same 'men in love book' then it feels like coming home. And here he was in her home looking so damn sexy. How she had missed him but there was no way she was going to make this easy for him.
She takes him gently by the hand and leads him through to the kitchen. Sits him on a chair and pours a drink for them both. Suz takes his hand and breaths softly onto it with her minty fresh breath. The small contact of her lips against his skin is like a burn. He looks sheepishly at her. He knows this is only the beginning.
"Have you had your fill little man? Ready for what is coming next? You know it is going to be long and hard for sure." She grins at him and can feel the excitement rising between them. The sparkle in his eyes is unmistakable. Pure lust.
He makes a grab for her, his hands sliding round her waist under her flowing dressing gown to the satin soft nightdress underneath. There is nothing soft about his touch though and for the minute she allows him the freedom of her body. Suzanne leans into his broad chest taking her pleasure from him. Her nipples puckering up and pushing obviously against the fabric.
His belt buckle is pushing hard into her as they move together to get as close as they can with the resistance of their clothes in the way. Her fingers slip between them and release the belt pulling it fully out from all the loops. She moves round to the back of him. His hands reaching behind him so as not to lose contact with her warm body. Using the belt she traps his hands and restrains them. Looking into his eyes, slowly takes his head in her hands and kisses him, lips to lips, then the tongue darting quickly along his lower lip and squeezing between his lips to taste him.
"Mmmm sweet... sweet as ever but...that perfume doesn't suit you at all! How dare you come here reeking of her!?" Her anger is swift and he is instantly groveling for her forgiveness.
"NO! No way. Don't think you are coming near me smelling of another woman. You are disgusting!" She reaches into a drawer and takes out a large pair of scissors.
"Stand still or this will hurt more than you can imagine!" She tears strips from him, slashing his clothes from his body. Leaving him naked and surrounded by tatters. From a hook at the rear door she takes a thick dog collar down.
"On your knees! Now!" Suzanne wraps the collar round his neck and tightens until it becomes uncomfortable.
"If you act like a dog then that is how I will treat you!" She attaches a lead and pulls at him.
"Come with me little puppy we are gonna clean you up!"
Suzanne takes him into her bathroom, turns the power shower on full to maximum temperature.
"Get under there" Suz picks up a long handled brush and starts scrubbing at his body, brushing hard. The skin already pink from the heat going deeper in colour and turning red in places.
"Bend over you nasty little disappointment. I am going to clean you thoroughly all over." Dropping her gown she joins him in the shower. Her nightie clinging to her body as the water sloshes over her. Adding lots of soap to the brush Suz starts at his ankles working up and over his body. Up his calves and his strong powerful thighs she kicks his feet apart to brush the insides of his legs.
"Turn around, now, Now! Don't make me more angry than I already am." As he turns around she can see for herself why he is so reluctant, she laughs loudly at him
"You Dirty little Fuck! I am here scrubbing you silly and you are turned on?!"
