She stays

After a moment of glaring at you, her chin trembling, she drops her eyes. Not looking at you, she pulls the door shut and wipes tears from her eyes.

"I'm sorry John. Please take me with you tonight. I'm sorry for being such a drama queen," she says in a small quiet voice. "You've never made any secret of what you're like. I'm being an idiot."

You sit looking at her, watching her contrition. She turns a tearful face to you, her mouth trembling. "Please forgive me John. I'm just so in love with your cock that it makes me crazy. Please take me with you." She reaches a small hand out to touch your arm, her face a mask of appeal.

"No more drama?" you ask sternly.

"No more drama. I promise." You nod acceptance and start the car. She leaves her hand on your arm, her yearning face still turned towards you.

"Will you still tie me up and fuck me, John? It can be like the night we met. I was so wet that night, and so scared. I thought you were going to **** me and I was scared and excited. I'd really like to be tied up." You give her a little smile and pat her thigh and she snuggles against your shoulder, sighing happily for the rest of the drive to your townhouse.

"Is this your place?" Vanessa asks as you park. You nod an answer and she bites her lip thoughtfully. "Is your wife home?"

"She's having a night out with her friends. She won't be home til late, or perhaps not at all, depending on what they get up to." Vanessa looks doubtful but she lets you escort her to the door and into the house. As the door shuts behind you she turns into your arms, pulling your head down to her hungry mouth.

"Oh God I want you," she moans between kisses. "Tie me up, lover. Tie me up and use me. Or throw me on the floor and fuck me right here."