YOU WILL BE NEEDING A LOT OF PRIVACY

MIA

“Mia, you’re back.”

Lucas’s voice was calm as he looked up from the couch with his phone still in his hand. No anger, no sharp questions. Just that easy smile he always wore in public.

I stood in the doorway with a wrinkled dress, messy hair and Dion’s cum dripping from my pussy slowly.

“I’m sorry about last night,” I said quickly. “I… I needed air; I didn’t mean to disappear like that.”

He set the phone down and stood. “It’s fine.” He said as he walked over and brushed a strand of hair from my face like nothing had happened. “You look tired. Go shower and rest. We will have dinner with my parents next week.” 

“Try not to do that again.” He paused. “Especially in public.”

That was it.

No interrogation, no raised voice. Just easy forgiveness and a polite reminder about our engagement schedule.

I stared at him in surprise. “You’re… not mad?” because obviously, I looked like someone who had been fucked all night. Why was he okay about it?

He gave a small shrug. “You came back. That’s what matters.” Then he turned and walked toward his study, already scrolling on his phone again.

And just like that, I didn't have to explain how Dion made me forget about shame and cum countless times. 

I stood there, surprised by how quickly he forgave me. Honestly, I expected anger, especially questions about why I kissed a stranger in front of him last night. Instead, I got nothing.

I went to the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower. The moment the water hit my skin, I felt the dull ache in every place he had touched.

I tried to wash him off, but I couldn’t.

Even after I changed into a soft sleep shirt, his voice stayed in my head. 

*Pretty thing.*

The way he said it while his tongue was on me, and while my pussy was filled with his cock.

“Oh god.” 

I whispered as I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed my thighs together. It didn't take long before my hand slid under the shirt.

I was already wet.

My fingers found my clit and rubbed in tight, desperate circles. I closed my eyes and heard him.

*You’re dripping for me already, pretty thing. Look at this greedy pussy.*

I pushed two fingers in and bit my lip hard to stay quiet. The wet sound filled the quiet bedroom.

“Dion…” I whispered, hips rocking against my hand. “Fuck… Dion…”

I heard Dion's voice in my head like he was inside the room with me, low and rough.

“Then fuck yourself on your fingers and pretend it’s my cock, tell me, how wet are you?”

“I’m so wet,” I breathed, adding a third finger to stretch myself as he would have. “It still feels like you’re inside me…”

I rubbed my clit harder with my thumb, fingers thrusting deep. My other hand pinched my nipple the way he had, hard enough to sting.

“Please… I need to come…”

“Not until you say my name properly.” I heard him again in my head. “Beg for it.”

“Dion…please let me come.”

The orgasm built fast and mean, with shaking thighs, fingers buried deep, and his name spilling out of me in a broken whisper. But it wasn’t enough. 

My body still wanted it.

The rest of the day passed normally. I had polite conversation with Lucas; we had lunch together; I helped the cook as usual just to get busy.

But in that tight schedule, I still remembered how Dion had spread my legs and told me this pussy was his now.

By night, I went to bed early. Lucas stayed in his study as usual, so I turned off the light before sleeping. 

Then I was back in Dion’s penthouse, pressed against the cool glass. His mouth was on my neck, his cock sliding between my thighs, rubbing over my clit without entering me.

“Please,” I begged. “Put it in, I need you inside me.”

“Not yet, pretty thing. I want you aching first.”

“I want your cock deep and hard.” My breathing was heavy. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He laughed low against my ear and kept teasing my wet folds over and over. I found myself on his bed, legs over his shoulders, watching his cock disappear inside me.

“That’s it.” He groaned. “Take every inch of my cock.”

He fucked me slow at first, then harder, the sound of my wet pussy filled the room. His thumb rubbed my clit in perfect circles.

“Come for me, pretty thing. Soak my cock.”

“Dion…fuck…Dion…”

I came hard the first time,

He didn't stop, he flipped me and took me from behind, one hand in my hair, making me arch properly as he thrust deeper into me.

“You’re mine now.” He increased his pace. I could already feel my legs shaking. He found my clit again and circled it roughly. 

“Again.” He ordered. “Come on, my cock, and say my name when you do.”

The orgasm was about to hit hard when I felt water all over my face. Was it raining inside Dion's house? 

I felt the water again, heavier this time, and I woke with a sharp gasp, hand already between my legs, fingers slick and moving fast.

But Lucas' face was just above me.

“Lucas.” I yanked my hands off, panting heavily.

He looked at me with disgust before he switched on the bright light.

“With the way I see it.” He said casually as he walked back to the door. “From now on, you will be needing a lot of privacy.”

He closed the door behind him as he walked out.

I looked around me, the sheets were twisted around my hips, and my clit was swollen and aching.

I needed to cum. 

I dipped my fingers in my pussy and rubbed my sensitive pussy harder, chasing the dream I just had.

“Yours… it’s yours… please…” I whispered.

The real orgasm that finally hit me was weaker, frustrating and unfinished. 

I lay there afterward, staring at the ceiling, thighs still trembling, cunt still pulsing around nothing. I reached for my phone to dial his number, and that was when I remembered we had not exchanged contact.