He’d barely been home a minute when he’d pushed her hands over her eyes, told he
He’d barely been home a minute when he’d pushed her hands over her eyes, told her to keep them there. “No peeking.” He’d said. That just made it worse, made her bite her lip, fidget in her heels. She could hear him moving something in, grunting with the effort. Ok, something heavy. A giant teddy bear? She’d wanted one of those for a while. A rocking horse? Her eyes flared behind her eyes, as she quickly turned it deviant. Lost in her fantasy, she almost didn’t notice when he pulled her hands away, making her blink in the light. As her eyes adjusted, she looked upon a great big leather arm chair. Her lips pouted, her brow furrowed. “What’s this?” A little petulant. “It’s my new armchair. Don’t worry, you’ll be ever so familiar with it. The smell, the feel of the arms against your cheek…” He paused for a moment, a smile. -- source link
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