On to her parents’ room

This isn’t how Rowan wanted me to talk to her, but every woman is different, I tell myself. This is what Bailey said she wants. I open my mouth to tell her to take me to her room, and then I think of a way to make it feel even naughtier for her. “Now, little slut,” I growl, “you’re going to take me to your parents’ bedroom and I’m going to make you my little fucktoy right there in the bed where Jack and Mai conceived you. You understand that?” (I don’t actually know if Bailey was conceived in that bed, but not long ago I did overhear Jack say with some amusement that they’ve had the same bed their whole marriage because Mai would never let him buy a new one.)

Bailey’s eyes go very wide, and I wonder for a moment if I’ve pushed it too far; then an astonished, salacious smile spreads across her face. “Ooooooh, Sir, you have such a fucking dirty mind . . . only a shameless cockwhore would do something like that. I love it.” She slides off the island, turns toward the doorway, and purrs, “Follow me, Sir!”

I let her get about a step before I grab her ass with both hands. Bailey giggles but keeps walking. I’m tempted to push her against a convenient wall and grope her, or even fuck her, but I want to make sure we get to Jack and Mai’s room. “Your dirty little fuckdoll has always wanted to fuck in her parents’ bed, Sir,” she coos. “It’s not just because it would be really naughty, either.” As we walk through the door, she adds, “It’s because I’ve always wanted to try fucking on a waterbed.”

Oh—so that’s why Mai would never let Jack buy a new bed, I realize. It’s been a long time since I had sex on one of these.