DONNA’S NEIGHBOR 2
Donna’s next door neighbor, Adrian, comes back and sweet talks Donna into a little bet. But if Donna loses, she might not have a complete idea of what compromises the losing punishment. Can Adrian and his friend John turn Donna’s world upside down, again?
I was on the staircase when I heard the knock on my front door.
Who the hell? It was late, almost 10pm. I wasn’t expecting anybody.
Then knowledge of who it must be shot through me, a glorious and giddy cocktail of adrenaline, anticipation, and joy.
I ran down the stairs and threw open the door.
Filling the doorway and looking huge and strong and sexy and primal and very happy.
Very, very happy.
But probably not as happy as I was. I felt a dumb grin light up my face at the sight of him.
“ ‘Allo, Love,” he said.
With one big stride he was over the threshold. He picked me up and turned us around so that my back was against the wall. I wrapped my legs around him.
“This is a surprise,” I said.
“I didn’t want to wait another day,” Adrian said. He brushed his lips over my cheek, the lightest of caresses.
He stretched one leg out and toed the front door closed.
“How about a hearty hello kiss for your neighbor,” Adrian said with a smile in his voice.
“For my aggressive, horny, dominant, you mean,” I said.
“That too,” Adrian said.
Then he kissed me. It was a great kiss, warm and welcoming, teasing and loving, exploring.
“Hello Donna,” he said.
Then he kissed me again.
He shifted me a little bit, so my core nestled even closer against him.
“Miss me, Little Slave?” Adrian asked.
“It’s only been twenty-four hours!” I said.
He kissed my throat.
“Is that a no?” he asked.
“No, it’s not a no,” I said.
Then he kissed me again.
“So, are you ready to come over and play?” Adrian asked.
He nipped my neck.
“Now that you’ve had time to think about it, one day was plenty of time to recover, wasn’t it?” Adrian said.
“Physically maybe,” I said. “Mentally that was a little intense.”
“It’s supposed to be intense,” Adrian said kissing the other side of my neck.
“I’m not sure I’m up to another foray into bondage and a three-some so soon after yesterday,” I said.
“Let me help you be sure,” Adrian said and he kissed me again. Hotter this time. I was just wearing my sleepwear, a tank top and light boxers. When he kissed me I felt my core go hot enough and wet enough that he probably felt it through my shorts.
“I bet you’re ready,” he said.
The word bet gave me an idea. “Okay, how about a bet?” I asked.
“Really…” Adrian said in an interested voice. “I love to bet. What do you have in mind?”
I thought about it. “Okay,” I said. “If you can make me come twice in ten minutes, you win. I’ll do anything you want, no matter what, with you or with you and John for as long as you’d like tonight.”
“Reeaaaallly,”Adrian said in a very interested voice.
“But if you can’t, then no more playtime tonight. And no sex for the next week. Not with me, not with anyone else,” I said. “Not with yourself either.”
“Doesn’t sound like that would be a winning situation for you,” Adrian said.
I shrugged. “Well that’s the bet,” I said.
He jostled me against him, getting a better hold. “Ten minutes is too short,” Adrian said. “Fifteen minutes.”
“No,” I said firmly. “Well, maybe eleven.”
“Fourteen,” Adrian said.
I shook my head.
“Thirteen,” Adrian said.
I thought about it and nodded.
“You’re on,” he said and carried me over to the dining room table and laid me back on it.
“Donna,” Adrian said. “If we’re going to do this bet, you can’t fight me on this.”
I didn’t know what he meant. I let a quizzical expression show on my face.
“I mean,” he said lightly ghosting his palm over my chest and stomach. “You have to promise me you will relax. That you won’t help but you won’t grit your teeth and determinedly fight against coming either. That wouldn’t be fair.”
I thought about it. “Okay,” I said.
“You’ll listen to me,” Adrian said. “You’ll respond to me.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“And I’ll have thirteen minutes to rock your world,” he said.
“Twice,” I said.
He took out his cell phone to check the time. He put it back in his pocket.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Go,” he said.
I expected him to dive right in with the heavy hitters but that’s the exact opposite of what he did.
“Give me your hand,” he said.
I offered up my right hand and he interlaced his fingers with mine.
“Baby,” he said softly. “Look at me.”
He leaned over me a little until we were totally eye to eye. “Let your vision get soft and focus into one of my eyes, watching you.”