Timing is Everything (Liam Payne)

One Week. That gives me seven days to figure something out for us to do different. Shouldnt be too hard because we really havent been able to do much together. We always try to keep it private and out of sight. The fans see enough just from other fans snapping pictures here and there.
I call a friend of mine who has been married a short while and she gives me ideas that would make a whore blush. Maybe I wont go to that extreme but it does give me ideas.
I keep myself busy with work and spend some time with friends over the weekend. They all know about Liam and keep the questions to minimum. They mostly just want me to be happy and I assure them that I am. Sunday I use as my down day and make sure everything is ready for Thursday because once my week starts rolling its hard to get anything else in.
Monday morning rolls in and I wake up almost giddy, like a child counting down the days til Christmas. I get in to work, get my coffee and get seated to start the routine. Open up my email and there it is, one from him.
Decided to email you because I didnt want to wake you with a text or call. Have a good day - L
I smile and I know its going to be a good day.
Tuesday and Wednesday everyone knows something is going on. I dont remember feeling this excited in a long time. I cant wipe the smile off my face. Wednesday night rolls around and I'm getting last minute things done like going to the grocer. He calls around 8 and we chat about the week and what time his flight is and whether I am to pick him up, him take a cab or him get a car. He decides to get a car. I'm taking a half day off from work to meet him at my place. My secretary and assistnat have decided to use their spa certificates on Friday so my area of the office is playing hooky on Friday.
At noon on Thursday I clock out and head home. I get there about an hour before he is supposed to be there. I leave the door unlocked, I'm almost curious if he'll knock or just come in, hoping he comes in.
I see shadows of a car pulling in front of my place. I stand quietly listening to what he's doing. He's whistling as he gets his bags out of the car and comes to the door. He mildly knocks then I hear the handle turn.
"Honey, I'm home!" he yells and kind of chuckles.
I walk down the hall and greet him dressed in a red lace bra and panties, garter belt and stockings.
He doesnt have to say anything because his face just said it all. Mouth agape and eyes wide.
I slowly walk to him, put my arms and around his neck and start kissing those perfect lips of his. He hungrily returns the kiss and its as if we cant get enough of each other. I start to pull away and he wont let me but pulls me closer. We come up for air and he puts his hand on his heart and just smiles.
"All for you dear" and I turn and start walking to the bedroom, with him right behind me.
When I reach the bed I get up on my knees and pull him close.
"First these have to go" I say pointing to his clothes, and I start helping him undress. "Question number one, how bad do you want it? Question number 2, how do you want it and question number 3, when do you want it. There is no wrong answer but consequences for every answer." I dont think anything could wipe the smile of his face, he's almost shaking with excitement. "So, question number one, how bad do you want it?" I purr in his ear. "Ummmm, real bad?" He says wondering just what he's going to get.
I instruct him to sit against the head board. Automatically his mind goes to Paris. I let him off easy there. He sits himself against the headboard with the goofiest grin on his face. I go to him and straddle him. One thing us southen girls love is wrought iron, and I have a wrought iron head and foot board. I place a pillow behind him so he'll be comfortable and open the drawer on my nighstand and pull out my eye mask. "Yes, I mean Oh no" he says. I cant help but laugh. "But since you had a problem in Paris keeping your hands down I'm going to have to restrain you" and I quickly handcuff him to the bed, both hands. He is so turned on I'm not sure if he'll get through the first phase. "Question number two, how do you want it?" He doesnt seem to get where I coming from. "Hard, soft, kinky, rough . . . you tell me and we'll see how it plays out. But remember, consequences for every answer. "Hard?" I've given him enough slack with the restraints so I can move him a little if I need to. I pull him down a little, hoping it doesnt give him a crick in his neck.

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