Easing out the Kinks, Part Two
When we reached his apartment, Penthouse and I hung around a little bit and caught up. Eventually, we wound up in his bedroom, curled up on his bed with him trying to make me take a nap.
Which, ah, as you may recall, I don’t usually respond well to.
But I hadn’t had a good sleep the night before and Penthouse had a really comfortable bed. Not to mention he held me down and teased my pussy until I promised to take a nap with him.
So, I managed to successfully nap. Except, then I was super cozy and didn’t want to get out of bed. Somehow, even when I’m obedient, I’m still a brat.
Penthouse had brought his knife home and took it out. He teased it over me while I insisted we stay in bed, which quickly turned into whines and pleas for nothing in particular as goosebumps started to rise on my skin.
“Come on,” he said finally and rose to his feet. “Let’s get lunch.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. “Come here.”
I stared at him, incredulous, but walked over nonetheless.