She didn’t answer, just continued to smile proactively. A jazzy tune was playing in the background.
“I come with gifts.” I held forward the champers.
“But.” She liked champagne. I knew she did. I’d bought us a scandalously expensive bottle to share on our first date.
“But that’s not what I want.”
“Oh?” My interest was well and truly piqued. “What do you want?”
“Your belt, Antonio.”
“My belt?” This was a new one on me.
“Well I’m guessing, since you’re off duty you don’t have your handcuffs with you.”
Oh fuck. It was going to be that sort of evening. In which case she was in for a treat. I’d tie her up with my belt and the neighbours would know my name by the end of the night and we’d be ordering a new bed frame over breakfast.
“Yes, your belt. Take it off and you can come in.” She took the champagne and turned, sashaying her cute ass from the hallway to the living room.
Quickly I removed my belt, whipping it out of the loops cowboy style. I stepped in, kicking the door shut behind me. My cock was throbbing, and my balls tight. I needed to come, but there’d be plenty of fun before I did. At least I hoped I could make it that way. Daisy pushed my stamina and my self-control to the limit.
She stood in the middle of the living room, on the soft deep-pile rug set between the low couches.
“Stop right there.” She held up her palm.
“Put the belt on the table.”
There was something steely in her voice, though her eyes were still soft, dancing with glee, excitement too, perhaps.
I did as she’d asked. The buckle making a slight clunk. “Now what?”
She tipped her head and smiled, then slowly, so slowly, she undid the tie securing her robe. After a moment it hung at her sides, the material gaping.
“Oh fuck,” I muttered. She wasn’t naked beneath the robe. It was even better—if that was possible. Lacy black material peeked out at me. It was clear her stockings weren’t hold ups, they were suspenders.
“Like what you see?” she asked, opening the gown wider and revealing the sexiest underwear I’d ever seen.
“Yeah.” I took a step closer. “And I’m going to love it even more when you’re tied up on the bed and I can do whatever I want to your delicious body.”
“Ah, ah, hold your horses big boy.” She held up her finger and waggled it.
I stilled. “What?”
“The belt isn’t for me.” She nodded at my jeans and sweater. “Strip. I want you naked, on your knees and bound before me, Officer.”