Chapter 5

Madeline:

I looked in the mirror, and damn, I looked so hot I wanted to do myself. The black stockings and garter set enhanced the red panties and bra. I turned around and looked over my shoulder. The black straps cutting across my butt cheeks were incredibly sexy.

John thought he was buying me something for his enjoyment, but Georgina worked at that store, and she picked out what she wanted to see me in. That’s why I was pissed about John fuck me in the dressing room. Now, I can’t wait to walk into the house and throw off my long, black coat. Georgina will go insane. She’ll know how to make my sore hole feel better.

Now, it was time to take care of business. I had this plan ready for months, but I’m still nervous. Giving up my asshole got John to promise, but that didn’t mean he’d let me have my way. Although, if he was sorry about last night, that would make it easier.

The cold shoulder he got when he tried to cuddle that should have put him on alert. When he sees me wearing this, he’ll probably do anything I tell him to do.

Madeline strutted into the kitchen on those heels, stopped in front of the Mr. Coffee, and twisted, looking back over her shoulder. John was encouraged by the lingerie, and her lurid smirk gave him the courage to ask, “You still mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?”

It was never good when a woman answered a question with a question. “I thought you might be because things got a little rough last night. You went to sleep without saying anything.”

Good, Madeline thought, he feels guilty. “Mm, they did, but you’re gonna make it up to me. Right?”

John smiled and gave her a nod. She turned back to the coffee maker and eased up on the balls of her feet, tightening her ass. Nothing made a girl’s legs and ass look better than high heels and tiptoes.

After pouring coffee for both of them, Madeline set the cups on the table and pulled out a chair. There was the backpack. She put it on the floor and patted the seat. “Sit here.” John furrowed his brow. She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. “You promised.”

“Oh, we’re doing it now?”

With pursed lips, Madeline nodded. John moved to the chair. It was in the void between the table and the counter, not close enough to either to make them a useful place for his coffee. She saw that his dick was filling out. “That’s better.”