Hilde's POV

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Wu-Fei has been gone off on a Preventor mission this entire week, and I've missed him. I've missed him so badly. He's supposed to back tonight.

And I've been a very bad girl.

I finish lighting the last of the candles. I have candles lit from the doorway, up the stairs into our bedroom. I've cut the power so he can't turn on the lights even if he wants to. Not tonight.

I've got the black silk sheets on the bed. The handcuffs and chains are on the end table. The red wine is poured, ready. And I've changed from my nice work suit-a nice three-piece suit that makes me looks so professional that it would fool anyone if they saw me now. I'm wearing a black teddy, crotchless, with silver hoop on the front and back. The front is laced so loosely that just one tug and my breasts will fall out. I lie down, stroking the silk sheets (no blankets, either-just how Wu likes it), and wait for him to get home.

I'm such a bad girl.

He's a bit late, and that irritates me. I don't like to wait. I hear him come in and slam the door. I hear the light switch flick up and down a few times and a "fuck" come out of his mouth more than once. I grin. I've already forgotten that he's late. I hear him say nothing more as he realizes that there are lit candles. I can hear him swoop down and pick one up, blowing it out. I hear his breath draw in and blow out on each candle as he slowly moves up each step.

The first time I did this I was frustrated with him because I assumed he would rush up the stairs into my arms. But Wu sometimes can be so anal-he was afraid that one might somehow get knocked over and start a fire, so he started blowing them out. Now I like it. I love hearing his breath before I even see him. I close my eyes as he nears our door, and all I can hear is his breath and mine. Soon I can feel his breath as the bed leans a little where he sits down above me.

I'm a bad, bad girl.

I feel his lips descend at the base of my throat, sucking gently. I open my eyes and gently stroke his ponytail, removing the band, allowing his hair to fall down and frame his face. His hands roam over my body, from my hips up my side, fingertips sweeping over my breasts, my nipples hardening at his touch. He stops, sits up and throws off his t-shirt and jeans, wearing only his black boxers. I grin.

He always wears his black boxers when he's coming home. Just for me.

He's a naughty, naughty boy.

I reach for him and pull him back down, his lips hard against mine. I part his lips with my tongue and taste him. A week is too long. My hands move up to his hair. I love running my fingers through his hair. Mine is now as long as his and he loves to do the same thing, but I've got my head against the pillow. He's frustrated by this and suddenly he rolls me over on top of him. I kiss him hard as his fingers run through my hair, then suddenly move down to squeeze my ass. I can feel his hardness through his boxers, and I rub myself on him slightly.

"No," he tells me, rolling me back over. "Not yet."

I nod as he sits up a little and gives a tug on the laces. Immediately the black silk falls away and he takes a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. His hand cups the other one and he gently squeezes the nipple. I moan in delight. I try to reach him with my hips but he pushes me back down. "Hilde, you're being a bad girl."

I grin.

He gets up and grabs one of the chains from the end table, a thin silver chain. He lifts me slightly and threads the chain through one of the silver hoops on my teddy, then runs it between my legs and through the other chain. He sits back and pulls the chain slightly. It comes up between my folds, and it is so cold I shudder. He pulls gently on one end and the other, rubbing me with its coldness. I moan. He sits back and watches me squirm against the chain as it rubs over my clit, up my crack of my ass. Suddenly I come, surprised, and I can feel the wetness running down my legs. I usually don't come that quickly but I missed him really bad.

I'm a very bad girl.

He pulls the chain through the hoops and tosses it aside, bending down low to taste me. He licks through my folds until he finds my clit, and rolling his tongue, he fucks my clit with it. I come a second time, moaning in ecstasy.

But now it's my turn.

I push him over on the bed and cuff him. He looks up at me, surprised. He didn't see me reach for them when he was tonguing me. I pull the teddy off and throw it to the floor, and in a second his boxers meet them. I laugh as I realize I forgot that I poured us wine. I grab a wineglass and pour a little on his stomach, then bend down to lick it. The wine has mixed with the bit of sweat on him, a pleasant intoxicating taste. I put the wineglass back and just start to lick him all over. I love how his skin tastes, slightly salty. I move down near his cock and begin to lick him up. He squirms but is still cuffed. I laugh a little and continue. When I pulled the band out of his hair I also pulled out his lock pick. I lick him a little more, then decide to take him fully into my mouth and suck up and down. He's struggling to contain himself, and I want him again.

I move back up and position myself above him, guiding him into me. He strains against the cuffs and I laugh again. He has no control over how fast, or how slow, I take this. I move up and down once, then stop. I run my fingernails down his chest, leaving slight scratch marks. I raise myself up and lower myself again, squirming a little myself. I can feel myself getting wet on him. I move my hands to my breasts, feeling them a little for him.

I lift up again, and slowly come down. "Hil, please, uncuff me," he asks. He's actually pleading with me.

I smile. "What will you do for me, baby?" I ask him.

"Anything," he says, desperate. Naughty, naughty boy.

I'm such a bad girl.

I reach over for the key and uncuff him. He reaches for me, but doesn't flip me over like he usually does. Tonight he lets me stay on top, but his fingers move lower, his thumb on my clit as I raise up again and come down. I love it this way. I start to move up and down faster and one of his hands guides my hips with him while the other circles my clit with his thumb. I toss my head back, moving faster and faster. I've wanted him so badly that I'm coming hard tonight. I move one last time, crashing down, trying to take him in as far as I can, and then I collapse, exhausted, on top of him. He comes as well, and his hands stroke my back as I try to regain my breath.

A little while later and I'm pushed up on all fours, Wu coming in behind me. He pumps in, his fingers reaching around to stroke my clit and I'm breathing hard, moving back against him each time he comes into me. Supposedly I was supposed to get anything I wanted for cuffing him earlier, but he seems to have forgotten that. I don't care.

He's so naughty and I'm so bad.

And that's why were so perfect for each other.

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