BR Day 14 - Ice cream and chill

It’s not too weird for a few ice cream flavored kisses to get a little intense, or for Beth to climb into your lap to kiss more deeply. Your hands slide down her lithe body to appreciatively squeeze her backside, making her giggle.

You see the way she looks down at your face.

“What is it?” you ask.

“It’s that outfit,” she admits with a laugh.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, you look so cool.” She comes in close, nose to nose, then kisses your lips. “Makes me want you to carry me to bed and ravish me. So cool, love.”

“Well,” you reply with a smile. “You know that I’m good for it.”

“I know,” she laughs. “I know.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Well, I bought you a little present,” she says with a maddening look, touching your lips with her fingertip. “Two presents, actually. I think you’ll understand. You look so cool.”

Now you’re laughing, but that’s smothered as she reaches past you, shoving her chest into your face. She comes back with a shopping bag.

“Oh,” you say, surprised. “I should’ve brought you something.”

“No. No, no,” she says, taking your face in your hands and kissing you. “Not at all, love. Look inside.”

Frowning, you open the bag.

“I see,” you say finally, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I see,” you repeat.

She giggles. “You understand?”

“Yes. I should’ve worn a pretty dress and slutty underwear,” you say.

“Ideally,” Beth replies.

“Sorry. I let you down,” you say.

“Oh, no. Love.” She bites her lip. “I like it even better this way.”

“Of course you do. I didn’t know I was dating such a pervert,” you say jokingly.

“You did this to me when you turned me gay,” she says, running her hands over your body.

“Are you really gay when all you want is my thick, rock hard cock?” you ask, unable to keep a straight face.

“Oh, love,” she says seriously, stroking your cheek. “That’s not your best feature.”

“What is?”

“The face you make when you cum,” she says, kissing your neck.

“Great,” you say, lifting the handcuffs out of the bag. “Want me to put these on?”

“No, I’ll do it,” she says, snatching them away from you. She grabs your hand and pulls you off the couch. You follow her into the bedroom, where she slams the door and pushes you toward the bed, pointing at you imperiously.

“Take those clothes off, you dirty little slut,” she orders.

You bury your face in your hand and snort, then take a deep breath and unbutton your blouse. It’s embarrassing, but you like the way she watches you as you toss it aside, then open your pants.

“All of it,” she says.

“I know,” you reply.

“No backtalk!”

“OK,” you say, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. You push down your panties. You’ve been hard for a while. She looks amazing in that corset.

You back up to the bed and sit, then lie back. Beth climbs on and roughly turns you over.

“Oh,” you say, surprised as you find yourself facedown while she cuffs your hands to the headboard.