Chapter Twenty Five; what to expect III

She acted tough, might even be but he still saw beneath all that wall. She was fragile and he would like to say innocent but their agreement strongly disagreed with that.

Dennis never described his bedroom affairs with women as lovemaking, it was mostly a one-sided thing, they did as he asked or whatever that pleased him he would offer. 

He wasn't any gentleman in bed or even outside the bedroom. He loved to cause pain, and he meant physical pain. 

Could she take his heat? Could she handle him and all he brought with him? 

He reached the side of the big bed frame, he put his two hands underneath it as he dragged what seemed like a drawer out.

It was two drawers, almost the same length as the bed.

The drawer contained his tool of torture known as  BDSM tools.

There was a whip, culf, gear, toys, and ropes, but for some reason he only took the culf out, throwing it on the bed and putting the drawer back.

He noticed the entrance to the room now open, he moved his attention there as he sighted Joleen. The little Joleen in his specifically picked red, silky, and almost transparent dress.

Her hair was still slightly wet and neatly tucked into her ears because non of it fell to her face. Her facial details were very visible and her looks and facial expression exuded innocence, even though he knew she was a fully grown matured young lady. 

Her face, softened like it was when he retreated from her after their last encounter. She looked pure, like she didn't know what transpired between a man and woman. If he had met her in a church, he would swear she was a virgin. 

Her beauty was immaculate and he spoke not just of her face. Her full firm boobs revealed their exact shape through the light silky dress.

The dress was v neck, short, with the back cut to the middle of her back.

She walked into the middle of the room as he met her halfway.

His nostrils immediately went to her neck, perceiving her fresh smell. He dropped a kiss on her neck before his gaze and attention returned to her face. He stared at her as he reached the two straps of her gown, dropping them to her arms as the light dress slipped to the floor.

His gaze slightly moved to what was revealed to his view, before he took his gaze back to her face which seemed to still be glued to his face as he fought the urge to furiously get to the business of the day.

He fought the urge of picking her up, pining her to his waist, and riding her tirelessly as he also wondered what her small self would look like under him. What tone of melodies would leave her sweet lips.

Well, that was a sight he looked up to and a tone he anticipated o grace his ear lobe.