Having enough hints to make sure she does give me her consent, I peek down at her lips and press mine on them in a delicate manner.

In the blink of an eye, the beating of my heart hastens, and some heat spreads through my chest. I do not pull away but nuzzle her cheekbone, and she joins our lips again before I could go for it myself. Everything inside of me quickly speeds up, and we both kiss for the very first time, taste each other's sweetness for the first time, and get to know what will become our new weakness and craving.

Loving how good this makes me feel, how powerful this intimacy is, I drift one hand up her side and feel her straighten her back as if she was sensitive to this type of touch. Her fingers tenderly cup my face, and we slowly lose our breaths in each other's mouth the more we kiss and cannot stop.

Out of temptation I cannot resist, I deepen the kiss to graze her bottom lip with my tongue and trap it between both of mine to carry on, and I grip her waist once I feel her respond and slide her hands down my neck to feel my chest up.

The warmth and addictive sweetness of her lips make it so hard to pull away. However, I know myself too well, so I slow it down and simply press a kiss on her lips. I cannot make out with her, she is in my bed, wearing those sexy accessories and clothes, I will not be able to control myself if this goes further and that she touches me even more.

We both end this kiss and catch our breaths, the warm air escaping our lungs at a fast pace to hit the other's skin. I smile against her lips and open my eyes to gaze at her, and she takes a few more seconds to do so and make eye contact with me.

"Was it what you wanted to put on my lips?" I lick them, missing the warmth and sweet taste of hers. "Yes," she answers in a little voice, and I give her one more kiss. "You deserved a punishment after the way you behaved, but I'm going to pretend nothing happened for this time."

"What kind of punishment would it have been?" she low-key asks for it. "Why would you want something you're supposed to fear?"

She shrugs and looks down at my black shirt to fiddle with a button of it. "When you say punishment, it doesn't sound as unpleasant as it should."

"Well," I lean back and rest my forearms over her thighs to touch them. "I do not know any kind of punishment that could be pleasant. I'm sorry," I pretend to not understand what she is trying to imply by that and rub my fingers over her soft skin. "Oh. Alright then."

"What? What did you understand by 'punishment'? When I say that, all I can think of is something bad and scary," I prompt her to expose her dirty mind, and she grins at me. "Me too. That's all I can think of."

I snort but look down at her thighs. "You're telling me so many lies tonight," I slip the tip of my fingers under her romper to give a squeeze to her left thigh, and she puts her hands down on my lower abdomen. "You do too."

"Me? When did I even tell a lie?" I gape at her, and she innocently smiles. "I'm pretty sure you did when you said you only think of something bad when you say punishment."

"Oh, well, that's an assumption," I do not let her have what she wants, and she gives a little tap on my abdomen. "Come on. How can you expect me to tell the truth if you don't do it yourself? Hm?"

"Hm?" I mimic the adorable noise she just made, and I smile at the sight and sound of her shyly giggling. "You're mean...you always make fun of me."

"I'm not, I only point out the cute things you do," I tell her but knead the side of her thigh where there is more thickness to grab. "Lying again..."

"I'm not lying. Look, I do admit that punishments can be pleasant sometimes, but if I ever have to punish you, I'll make sure to give you a little bit of what you want, stop right when you want more of it, then make you beg for it but do this until you can't take it anymore, so I don't think this would be as pleasant as you want it to be, sweetheart," I let it out without restraining myself, and the look upon her face shows all the emotions I caused her to feel with a few words. "I...Well..." she cannot think straight anymore. "What do you mean by 'what you want'? Like, what do you think I'd want so bad that I'd beg for it...? I can't seem to think of one thing that'd make me do that..."

"Uh, really? You have no idea?" I raise my eyebrows, not believing this falsehood at all but seeing how excited this makes her. "Some caresses over here and there, some kisses all over your body. All types of stuff like that, you know it, right?"

She nods without even doubting. "I'd beg just for your attention, so there's no need to go too far to get me, but..." she focuses down on my lips again. "Isn't there any way I could make you do the same?"

"Make me do the same?" I unconsciously knead her skin, getting the rim of her romper to ride up and expose more of her bare thighs. "Yes...I can't be the only one to beg, am I?"

"You are," I assert. "You'll never make me beg for anything," I smile, and she pouts but gazes down at my shirt. "I doubt it, for some reason."

"You do?" I scoff and slide my hands down her thighs to hold the back of her knees and pull her in, getting her body to rub up onto mine for a short second. "Yes. Maybe I'll find a way to make you do it. Like, I remember seeing something once," she grabs one of my arms to place it down in front of her, and she softly brushes the tip of her fingers down my inner forearm. "Every time I do that, you get shivers or act weird. Why is that?"

"I don't know," I do not let her know about such a weak spot she could use in the future. "It's ticklish. That's all."

"Just ticklish?" she rubs them up and down on this area to try to make me go crazy. "Yes," I pull my arm away to not feel her touch on it anymore and lift my hand up to her waist. "As ticklish as this spot or your neck and throat."

"You didn't laugh or show that it was tickling, so I don't believe you," she knows I am finding a way to not let her stimulate the right spots. "Does that mean that your neck is ticklish too though?" she stares deep into my eyes, the dark pupil dilating to take up some more space and enthrall me. I smile but lick my lips to cover it up, feeling the tension and loving how playful she became. "You tell me."

She goes for it without thinking twice and presses her lips on this sensitive spot, but I do my best to not react to it. Then, noticing that I am remaining pretty calm, she kisses it once again, and her warm breathing hits my skin, bringing back to my mind the memories I have of the night when she had a wet dream in my arms and moaned under her breath.

I do not stop her at all but close my eyes, and she slightly sucks on my skin right below my jawline, so I tilt my head to the side to expose more of my neck, and she skims it with her tongue to wet my skin and suck even harder on it. My lips part as soon as I feel the rush of blood run through my veins and reach the right areas, and I grip her hips but lead this to something much more sexual and arousing. Loving how good this feels, I bite my lips and stop her for a moment. "Wait," I whisper and take my glasses off, I leave them on the nightstand and slide down on the sheets to lie down and still have her on my crotch. "You can continue now."

"Are you asking for it?" she takes this as a request, so I correct her. "You don't have to if you don't want to, I'm fine with it."

"I maybe didn't do well then," she straightens her back and glances down at my shirt. She moves her body up from me to pull up on my shirt and not sit down on it anymore, then she comes back on my crotch but causes some pleasant frictions.

"Move a little more," I caress her thigh. "I love when your small bells tinkle."

She smiles but bounces one me and makes the bells ring in a cute manner. "Like that?" she giggles but flattens her hands on my abdomen, and I pass my tongue over my lips. "You're making me hot now," I scratch my neck and grab the side of her thigh, and she does it again, but this time, way more slowly. "I'm the one bouncing, so I'm the one who should be hot."

"Yeah..." I grin, the sexual stimulation affecting me more intensely. "But you're bouncing on me, so it's doing something to my body too."

"And what is it doing?" she rubs her fingers over my lower stomach, right under my shirt to make it better. "Do you want me to make you feel it too?"

She nods, not moving anymore. Since she gives me permission, I sit up and wrap on arm around her to roll to the side and end on top of her. I stick one leg between hers and hold the side of her throat to kiss her neck and do the same she did to me a few minutes ago. Unlike the way she did it, I use my tongue without holding back, suck, and give some nibbles to mark her skin right below her choker but feel her heartbeat speed up.

Feeling aroused by it as well and finding it terribly hard to control myself, I get right between her thighs and give a thrust to push my erection against her core, and I sharply exhale on the spot I am marking but feel her clench her thighs to squeeze my sides. Out of excitement, I drift my lips away from her neck to taste hers again, French kiss her, and move one hand down to her thighs. I slide my tongue inside her mouth to make her do the same, and I force my fingers under the bottom of her romper to grab her inner thigh on the highest spot in the back but hear her let out a beautiful moan, and she breaks the kiss, making me realize I actually slipped a part of my fingers under her underwear and went way much further than I should have.

I open my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest, my erection pressing against her core, I bring my hand down to the sheets and stare at her.

I am so hot and turned on, I knew I should have avoided this. I want to have sex with her so badly, I want her, but this is too early.

"Did I go too far?" I ask, fearing that she might have not wanted this to go so fast. "No," she reassures me, her blushing cheekbones softening her features even more. "You made me lose control," I smile, awkwardly and looks down, the heat not cooling down. "Well...it's fine," she swallows, not glancing away from me. "I mean, I liked it...so...don't worry."

"I heard that," I tease her about the moan that left her mouth and shivered me. "You didn't hear anything..." she shakes her head and nibbles on her bottom lip, dragging my attention down to them. "Hm. I'm sorry, I did, and it sounded so pretty that I'd love to hear it again."

"Does that mean I found something to make you beg for?" her soft and swollen lips curve up, the gap between them and mine being small enough to feel each other's breathing mingle in our mouths. "I won't have to beg for it, trust me. I know how to get it without asking."

"True..." she accepts the defeat, and I chuckle. For no reason at all, we both remain silent, our eyes staring into each other's souls from very close, we now breathe more calmly, and I gaze down at her throat. The choker around it, the small dangling pendant on the front of it, I drift my eyes to the right and contemplate, with satisfaction, the hickey I left on her skin to make her mine.

Feeling proud of it, I bring my right hand down to this spot and skim my thumb over it. "My little girl is finally marked."

"It stings," she tells me and brings my eyes back on her. "But it feels good, somehow."

"Then I'm glad," I do not feel guilty since she loves it, and she laughs, quietly. "I shouldn't have been so gentle when I kissed your neck. I should have been a little rougher too."

"What do you mean 'gentle'? You sucked pretty hard on it," I briefly peek down at her lips when she licks them, and she lowers one leg on the mattress, brushing it past my hip. "I didn't suck—" her short response ends with a giggle as if this had made her nervous. "I didn't...It was delicate. So delicate it barely left a mark on your skin."

"Well, I didn't ask you to be gentle, you know," I move my body lower to rest it on hers and not feel more rubbing on my erection, but she wraps her legs around my waist and fills me up with desire. "Alright then. I won't be gentle next time but make sure I leave a very big hickey on your neck," she tenderly strokes this spot with her finger. "And then, I'll write my name right below to show everyone that you're mine."

"I don't think this would be very professional to teach my students with that on my neck," I smile, and she does so but shows disappointment. "Well...At least they'll stop flirting with you."

"You're right, but you know, there's something I haven't told you," I talk about the matter I did not have the opportunity to broach since this happened. "Since I've started wearing your ring, they're acting different with me, and there was one student in particular who would always try hard to get all my attention, and some days after you gave me that ring, she asked me pretty straightforwardly if it meant that I had a partner, so I told her that it was from a special woman who means a lot to me, and since then, she doesn't bother me anymore but acts pretty immature with me."

"You really called me special woman?" she expresses some great astonishment, and I nod. "I did, and I meant it, but now, I wouldn't say the same anymore," I comb my hair back. "I would tell people that this ring is from the woman I cherish the most."

A smile rises the corners of her lips up, and her eyes sparkle even more brightly. "Stop making my heart beat so fast...I can't breathe anymore..." she breaks eye contact, and her skin warms up. "I'll give you mouth-to-mouth, it's okay."

She giggles and gives a small tap on my chest. "Just say 'Wake up, my little girl', and I'll be up on my feet."

"And why is that?" I quietly laugh at her sentence, and she glances down at my shirt to open one button. "Because I love when you do it, and it makes my inside go crazy. So that'll be enough."

I scoff but love the meaning of this. "I'm going to do this every morning to make sure you do not oversleep. I'll get my lips really close to your ear like that," I do it and bring them against her skin, and I whisper into it while holding the other side of her face. "And I'll tell you 'Wake up, my little girl. Daddy wants you to be good and listen to him, so do as told and leave the bed to make him very proud of you''. Hm?" I brush my thumb over her jawline and look into her eyes, but she bites her lips. "I'll be awake like I've never been in my life."

I cannot help finding it amusing and adorable. "You're so cute. You'll get this every morning if you behave."

"And what if I don't?" she opens another button, sneakily making her way lower, and parts both sides to reveal more of my tattoos and the chain around my neck. "Depends on my mood as I said earlier."

"Oh, but now we're alone, so you can tell me what you'd do if you're in a bad mood, right?" she grasps the first opportunity, and this time, I agree. "Well, if I'm in a bad mood because my day at work was exhausting and that when I come home, my little girl is acting up to drive me crazy, I'll tie her up to this bed and give her what she deserves."

"And what would I deserve exactly?" she whispers, showing some boldness but shyness at the same time as if she was not owning up to these actions. "I'd need to know how far I can go, and what I can do to you first," I do not specify so that I make sure I do not cite anything that she would not like or feel uncomfortable with. I cannot overrule the things she went through, and I know how much of an impact this can have on someone in their daily life, so I have to be careful with this matter.

"Anything you want to do, don't be worried. I'll let you do anything to me," she uses the right words to put my mind at ease. "I can separate real anger from the playful one."

I smile at her, feeling like she understood what I meant. I press a soft kiss on her lips and caress her cheek. "I don't want to ruin the mood, but I just want to make sure I don't make a mistake. I don't know how you feel about pain given for sexual purposes, and this type of stuff, so I want to be very cautious with that."

"You're an amazing man, but no need to worry, you'll never scare me or anything like that. Feel free to do anything you want, I feel safe and good with you, and I won't let her ruin more of my life," she says to me, speaking with sincerity, and I give her one more kiss. "You're a strong girl."

She smiles and kisses me as well, giving each other this physical affection and love a lot since we got a taste of it. However, this time I do not let it break, I move my head forth for the contact to linger and make out for as long as we want before falling asleep in one another's arms.

— Next day —

Sunday, August 22nd, 2021.

9 am.

I get out of the bathroom after my refreshing morning routine, and I set my eyes on my beautiful woman, who is still sleeping and getting all the rest she needs and deserves.

For no reason other than the love I feel for her, I smile and lean forward to press a kiss on her forehead and leave the room so that she can sleep peacefully. I head towards the kitchen without making too much noise, and I take my phone out and call my ex-wife like she wanted me to.

I get a bottle of water out of the fridge while waiting for her to answer me, and I walk away to grab my cigarettes and lighter.