Chapter 24

The hour stretched on longer than I expected, and I found myself glancing at the clock. I wasn’t worried, but I was definitely wondering what was taking Monique so long.

Finally, I heard the door open.

“Sorry I took so long!” Monique called, dragging a small suitcase inside. She walked over, kissed my forehead, and then disappeared down the hall toward the bedroom. “I’ll just unpack, and then we can spend the rest of the day together.”

I smiled, leaning back. It felt so natural—her being here, moving around my home like it was our home.

A few minutes passed before I heard her voice call out.

“John? Can you come here for a moment?”

Something in her tone sent a prickle of anticipation down my spine.

Slowly, I stood and made my way toward the bedroom. The moment I stepped inside, my breath left me in a sharp exhale.

Monique was kneeling on all fours on the bed, completely nude, her toned back arched slightly, her soft curves bathed in the warm afternoon light. A silk blindfold covered her eyes, making her look even more tantalizing. But what truly made my pulse spike was the gleam of silver nestled between the perfect roundness of her ass.

I swallowed hard, my voice rough. “Monique...”

She turned slightly, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “I have a confession.”

I took a slow step forward. “I’m listening.”

“I like butt play.” She shifted slightly, the movement making the plug catch the light. “I like blindfolds. I like being submissive ... but I can also be dominant. It depends on the situation.” She tilted her head toward me, though the blindfold prevented her from seeing my reaction. “Right now? I want to be yours.”

My body reacted instantly, a deep pulse of heat surging through me. “Monique ... you are full of surprises.”

She bit her lip. “Would you like to take advantage of that?”

I let out a slow, controlled breath, then stepped closer, my fingers brushing down the smooth curve of her spine. “Oh, I definitely plan to.”

I took my time. This wasn’t something I had expected, but now that she had presented herself to me like this—so trusting, so open—I wanted to savor every moment.

My fingers traced light, teasing strokes down her back before trailing lower. When I reached the metal plug, I ran my thumb over it, watching as Monique let out a breathy moan, her body trembling slightly in anticipation.

“You like that,” I murmured.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I smirked, giving her a light slap on the ass. The sharp sound filled the room, followed by her soft gasp.

I immediately soothed the skin with gentle strokes. “Mmm ... I might like that too,” she admitted.

Noted.

I alternated between soft caresses and firmer touches, watching as she squirmed beneath me, completely at my mercy. I explored her body, teasing the edges of her pleasure, bringing her to the brink over and over again before pulling back, making her beg.

“John ... please,” she whimpered.

“Patience,” I murmured, dragging my fingers down the inside of her thighs.

Finally, when she was trembling with need, I slid my fingers to where she was aching most, stroking her with slow, deliberate movements.

Her body tensed, a cry leaving her lips as pleasure overtook her. She shuddered beneath me, her release rolling through her in waves as she collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent.

When I finally removed her blindfold, she blinked up at me, her pupils blown wide with satisfaction. “That ... was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had.”

I chuckled, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “Glad I could oblige.”

She glanced down at me, her eyes widening slightly. “You ... you came too?”

I smirked. “Watching you like that? I didn’t even need to touch myself.”

Monique let out a breathless laugh. “That’s ... amazing.”

She kissed me, then grinned. “I have other surprises for you, but they’ll have to wait.”