Previously on Bringing it Home:

I was overwhelmed with how in tandem our bodies were. Amy was acting on pure instinct and it released my primal urges. I upped the ante and soon we were grinding at a frenzied pace. My fingers were sliding through the thick fluid so fast that I could hear the slap of wet flesh as they re-entered. 

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A thought had formed in my mind and I hoped they would be happy to continue the game. 

I slid Amy off my lap and stood up. I left her blindfold off as I didn’t think it would be needed. If I was wrong it could be quickly rectified. I kneeled in front of her and retied her hands. I knew it would be easier to resist temptation this way.

‘Stay,’ was my quiet command to her as she remained sitting on the sofa.  

 I was now standing in front of my beautiful lover as Amy sat behind us on the sofa. I reached my hands into her hair and brought her moth to mine in a familiar kiss. Her tongue quested as she caught the last tastes of Amy in my mouth. We kissed for several minutes until I pulled away.

‘Maggie, are you my bitch?’ I asked in a husky voice.

She looked at me with wide eyes trying to gauge my intentions. I let my eyes flick to the belt that lay next to Amy on the sofa, making them clear. Taking mere seconds, she answered me with a nod. I pulled her into a bruising kiss thanking her for trusting me.

‘Wait there’ I told her.

I left her standing there and went back to my dresser and quickly came back with another scarf. I had plenty as I used them for my hair. I approached Maggie from behind and reached up, moving her hair over her shoulders so it was all laying on her back. Then I moved to face her and as I kissed her I brought the red scarf up and over her eyes. Tying it behind her head she deepened the kiss and drew my tongue into her mouth. I cupped her cheeks and broke away from her.