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"Did you miss me that much?" Daniella chuckles as I tighten my grip around her torso. "I just came back and you're already holding me as if I'm about to leave again."

"You say that as if you didn't miss me too."

"I never said that, of course I missed you," she says, allowing me to fully lay down on top of her on the sofa.

We only haven't seen each other for a few days and I've missed her as if I haven't seen her in weeks, it's not that I'm not used to spending time away from her but after months of constant contact, the absence is way too noticeable.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. Her skin feels cold against mine, her heartbeat steady and soothing — just how much I've missed having her so close.

"We should get dinner ready," she whispers, playing with my hair.

"Just a few more minutes," I mumble.

"Delivery then?"

"Just say you're hungry," I tsk, raising my head so I could look at her.

"Yes, I'm hungry," she raises her eyebrows, a smile tugging at her lips but somehow I'm getting the impression she's hinting at something else.

"Delivery," I say simply, stuck in her gaze.

Her lips graze mine before capturing my lips in a soft kiss, the warmth of her breath still lingers on my lips when she breaks it. She gives me a knowing look before I lean down and meet her halfway in another kiss. The heat in the pit of my stomach grows as her tongue brushes against mine, her hands trailing over my body, pulling me even closer, leaving a path of goosebumps on my skin.

I move away from her lips, trailing down to her jaw and further down her neck. She lets out a sigh, her hands traveling underneath my shirt and I shudder at the sensation of her cold fingertips.

A low groan escapes her lips as my teeth graze the soft spot on her neck, her nails digging into my skin before she brings her hands up to cup my cheeks, guiding my lips back to hers. "Indian?" she asks, breaking the kiss.

"Huh?"

"Are we ordering Indian?" she raises her eyebrows, amusement written all over her face even though her eyes are cloudy.

"You're not going to finish what you started?"

"Oh, I am," she says, the look in her eyes growing intense, the tip of her fingers caressing the underside of my breasts, her lips brushing against mine. "After dinner."

I can't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Of course."

She kisses me softly before sitting up, her arm still wrapped around me as she grabs her phone. It's almost unbelievable how she can just casually switch moods, as if she didn't just leave me an absolute mess a second ago.

"Do you want me to order the usual or?" She looks at me from her phone, waiting for an answer that took me an embarrassingly long time to come up with.

"The usual," I mutter, still flustered as I watch her type away. Her eyes would meet mine every now and then, a dangerous aura to them that made my body shudder.

"Your birthday is coming up," she says as she puts her phone down.

"Is it?"

"Did you forget?"

"Tsk, of course not," I say, looking at the date displayed on Daniella's computer. My birthday is next week. December 7th. I one-hundred percent forgot about it — after all that has been going on, it's hard to think about anything else.

"Plans?"

"It lands on a work day, we can just have a nice date in bed," I wiggle my eyebrows, laying back down on top of her. "We can also celebrate it fully during our winter vacation."

She hums. "Have you decided where you want to go?"

"Ed's lake house could save us some money in lodging, and that way we can also check it out — it's not that far from the city from what I've seen so we can also visit that — if you want to."

"In Utah, right?"

"Yeah, It's a ten-hour drive though."

"We can fly there. But if we drive, Flagstaff is in the way and I can show you where I grew up around — if you want to," she mimics me.

"I'd like that," I say, looking up at her, a soft smile on her lips. "We can plan some stops along the way."

"This is easily turning into a two-day drive," she chuckles. "I guess we can stay the night on the way — people say Bryce Canyon City is pretty nice."

"This is exciting," I sit up on her lap, looking down at her just as her phone dings with a notification.

"Even more exciting now with food, let me get it," she says sliding out from the couch to go get the food while I sit up, taking her spot — her warmth still lingering on the couch, making me feel as if I were still lying in her arms.

It didn't take long for her to come back with two paper bags of takeout food, she puts them down on the coffee table in front of me before turning on the TV and sitting on the floor, leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed, giving me the perfect view of the nape of her neck.

This is torture.

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"Dani?" I ask, sitting on the bed as I watch her come out of the bathroom, her hair still wet as she attempts to dry it with her towel.

"Yes, love?" she hums, stopping in front of the mirror. I stare at her, watching her through the reflection as she brushes her hair, her eyes meet mine and she raises her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

"I was wondering..." I trail off, watching her face go from amused to a more serious expression. She puts down the brush, walking over to the bed and sitting next to me. "Would it be too much to ask to... uh..."

She tilts her head, waiting for me to continue. "To...?"

"I want to try something," I mumble, my voice almost unintelligible but she heard me nonetheless, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You don't have to say yes."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?"

"I bought something."

"You're being so dramatic, you're fine as long as you didn't get me as buttplug or something," she chuckles for a second before her face falls into a scowl. "You didn't, right?"

"No?" I raise my eyebrows, getting a look from her. "I got this," I say, showing her the handcuffs.

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh."

"Yes..."

She hums, staring at me, making me even more nervous than I already am. "Sure, why not."

"Really?"

"You're acting as if you're proposing a threesome," she chuckles, taking the handcuffs from my hands. "Alright then," she says, holding my wrists and locking them in a swift move.

"Wait, this is not what I meant, they're supposed to be used on you," I squeal as she pushes my legs down, making me fall back on the bed. "Daniella."

She climbs on top of me, the smirk on her lips making me shudder as she pins my hands over my head. "Yes?"

"You're evil," I groan, my skin tingling all over as she presses her lips against my neck, a low hum escaping her lips, making my head spin. I tug at the handcuffs trying to at least free myself from her hold, feeling her body pressing me down as she sucks on my skin — just hard enough for it to leave a mark but not enough to hurt.

"I'm evil?" she asks, her breath hot against my skin as she moves her head up, her nose brushing against mine.

"Yeah," I breathe, my chest rising and falling rapidly with every heavy breath I take. Her knee slips in between my legs, pressing against me as she kisses me roughly, her teeth grazing my lower lip.

Her eyes are dark, her gaze intense as she stares down at me, her grip loosening on my wrists but still keeping them over my head until she pulls away, sitting up and allowing her hands to wander over my body. She takes in every detail, every curve, every inch of skin with her fingertips and eyes — sending chills all over.

She trails down my stomach, hooking her fingers on my underwear, pulling it down and off my legs before tossing it aside and trailing her hands back up, spreading my legs. She leans down, a smug grin on her lips before pressing her lips against my inner thigh, sending an electric shock through my whole body. She repeats the action on the other leg, moving dangerously close to where I need her the most.

Her lips are warm against my skin, her tongue hot as she gives me small teasing kisses on my hips, getting closer and closer. "Dani," I gasp, her lips brushing against my clit, my hips buckling involuntarily. She keeps her hands on my hips, keeping them in place as she continues her slow teasing, kissing and sucking my skin as her breath fans against me.

I try to hold her hair with my cuffed hands in an attempt to position her where I want her - making her stop instead. She looks up at me for a moment, the look in her eyes enough to make me move my hands back up on top of my head. She hums before going back down, this time giving me what I want.

My back arches as her tongue touches me, my legs wrapping around her as she runs her tongue over me, sending waves of pleasure all over my body. She keeps her grip on my hips, pushing me back down when my hips buckle against her as she moves her tongue in a quick motion.

I feel myself getting close, my thighs clenching, and the knot in my stomach tightening as I grip anything with my cuffed hands. My voice comes out in short gasps as she quickens her pace, and soon enough, my body tenses as I reach my high.

Daniella keeps her mouth on me, my back arching and my toes curling as she sends me over the edge, every muscle in my body tensing before I collapse back on the bed, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath.

I feel her move away and soon enough she's hovering over me again, a smug grin on her lips. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, kissing me softly.

"Let me touch you," I breathe against her lips.

"I don't know," she hums. "I think you look so much better like this."

I groan. "Are you not going to let me use them on you?"

"I didn't say that, did I?" she says, a teasing tone in her voice. "But for now, be a good girl and keep your hands up, hm?"

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes, ma'am."