by Cathy Johns
I sit there, watching as the ladies drive the men crazy, as song after another comes up and the men…men, we are crazy creatures easy to seduce and satisfy at the same time. It doesn’t take much to bring a man to his knees and I can see the men around here, as I turn my eyes around and notice the place is a bit crowded now than it was an hour earlier, already on their knees, drooling over the women, throwing money at them like nobody’s business.
The ladies on the floor start drifting apart, each taking individual tables to dance on as two of them climb on those poles like some pro’s but that doesn’t get my attention until Enrique Iglesias ‘I like it’ comes on as the lights go off, a shadow popping out behind the curtains and I know it’s her before the crowd even starts screaming her name. My heart races threatening to rip my chest it can tell it’s her even in darkness and when the lights are turned back on, I see her, her butterfly mask covering her beautiful eyes, her skin glittering under the dimmed lights. I trail my eyes down her body. She has on black lingerie that has the bra covering half her round, firm breast if she was to bend, her tits would pop out of that thing for the whole world to see and that has me swallowing hard on my drink.
I trail my eyes further down her body and notice she has a belly-button ring, something I didn’t notice the last time I was with her. Interesting. I wonder where else she’s pierced since my eyes didn’t seem to have paid enough attention to her body that first time, but I know her pussy is not pierced because I paid much attention there.
My eyes land on that string they call a pantie. Damn, I would like to feel it wrap around my hand as I look into her eyes ripping it off her body and throwing the pieces somewhere in the room, then have her long, graceful legs that are moving along with the beats around my waist as I pin her on the wall. I shake my head from the sexual thoughts as I rub my thumb on my lower lip, my eyes hooded with lust as I take her in.
She commands her body seductively in a manner that would have any man surrendering and giving up control and I wonder how that would feel to have to surrender to her, let her take the lead as she has her way with me, rubbing herself on my hard cock, whispering what she would like to do to me. I reach down my pants and adjust my semi-hard cock as I take a gulp from my drink letting it burn all the way down my throat.
The song changes but she doesn’t leave the dance floor for another half hour and this time I’m pretty sure I’m about to come in my pants as I watch her pat her breasts she tugs on her nipples through the material, nipping on her lip. The way she’s moving is doing crazy things to my dick wishing she was here, lap dancing, trailing her hands all over my body as I get lost in her eyes.
I turn my face from her for a second and see Molly standing near the bar, looking at her friend as she captivates the crowd and I motion for the waiter and ask her to get Molly for me. A minute later, Molly is sitting next to me and it hits me that what I’m about to ask her will maybe shock her. But either way, I don’t care because there’s no way I’m leaving this place without Hope.
“Hi,” she says leaning closer to me since the music is too loud for anyone to have a decent conversation.
“Hey,” I say back.
“I didn’t know you were here,” she says.
“I know. I wanted to have time alone as I watched my girl mesmerize the crowd.” I grin at her as I turn my gaze towards the floor.
“You like her?” Molly asks and I nod my head as I return my gaze back to her. “So, what can I do for you?” Straight to the point. I don’t waste time responding to her.
“I need you to bring me her clothes because I’m about to walk up on that stage and take her out of this place.” I look at her as I take another sip from my drink.
“But she’s working.” She states.
“I know, and that’s why I’m taking her out of here.” I lean closer to her so she can hear my next words. “No woman of mine is going to strip for any other man. Men to be precise.” I raise my brows with a smoldering look. “I know she needs this job but what I have planned out for her is way better than this. Trust me, Molly.” I lay my hand on hers and squeeze lightly.
I mean every word I’ve told her. I’m taking Hope out of this place whether she likes it or not this will be the last time she’ll be taking her clothes off having men go crazy for her, their mouths screaming all manner of things they would like to do to her. She’s mine. Final.
“Are you going to get me her clothes or should I just grab her as she is and take her home because either way, I’ll be walking up the stage and taking my girl home?” she knows I’m dead serious by the look she’s giving me.
“She’s going to hate me” Molly growls.
“No she won’t. I’ll let her take it out on me.” I assure her. “One more thing, let your guys know that I’ll be leaving with her.” I don’t want anything standing in my way.
She gives me a menacing look before I hand her the keys to my SUV so she can put her clothes there. I give Hope another ten minutes. Ten last minutes to hypnotize the crowd since this will be her last time. A new song comes up, this time Timberland ft. Keri Hilson, ‘The way I are’ echoes around the speakers threatening to blow the place up with the vibration as she dances, cupping her breast and before Keri sings about the guy stripping, I stand up from my seat, taking long strides towards the dance floor, pulling Hope towards me, whispering Timberlands words into her ears, “I’m about to strip and I’m well equipped can you handle me the way I are.”
I don’t wait for her to answer because I sling her over my shoulder and start walking towards the clubs exit, one arm wrapped tightly around her hips while I have the other one tucked in my gray pants pocket as the whole club goes wild, screaming, cheering me. They think this is part of a play but no, just getting my woman out of this place. Hope tries to pull herself up but with my tight hold around her, she has no way of getting out of my hold. I wink at Molly as she hands me over my car keys a wide smile spreading across her face.
I step outside and head straight to my car while Hope is trying to get away from me. I’m even shocked she hasn’t dug her nails on my back yet. Maybe she’s enjoying this more than I am.
I open the passenger door slowly depositing her on the seat as I buckle her up. Locking the door, I round to the driver’s side and get in. Starting the car, I buckle up and pull out of the parking lot ignoring the hard, angry stare on Hope’s face as I bite on my lower lip so I don’t end up laughing.
“Welcome to my world baby.” I whisper, gazing at her one more time before joining the highway.
She doesn’t answer, not with her mouth because she slaps me so hard across my face and I feel the pain all over, making me wince.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she asks. Really? She wants me to remind her who the fucking hell I am and why I had to do what I just did at the club?
No, I’ll just let her continue brooding until I can get us home. I rub on my cheek and stare a glimpse at her before turning ahead and continue driving. In less than twenty minutes, I’m pulling in front of my house turning off the engine, before turning my eyes towards her. She has her legs pulled up against her chest her arms wrapping around them tightly on the seat. It never occurred to me that I should have covered her. What if someone was to see her like this? You’re such an idiot, Taylor. I grab my coat from the back seat and hand it over to her.
“Here,” I say. “You can wear this and I’ll get you something appropriate to wear once I get you inside,” I add.
She hesitates for a minute and then takes the coat and puts it on.
“Good.”
I get out of the car and round off to her side opening the door and helping her out which she allows. She doesn’t say anything but I can clearly see the anger in her eyes, I’m ready for whatever storm that will be waiting for me once I get her inside my house.
I shut the door remotely locking as I grab my house keys from my pocket and usher her in the front door. “Make yourself at home,” I say once we’re inside as
I walk towards the mini-bar to pour myself two fingers of whiskey. I need it now because I have no idea how angry she is about this situation I’ve put us both into, or should I say the situation I’ve created for myself.
“I’m still waiting for my answer.” She roars.
I cock my head to the side and look at her, our eyes meeting and I see hers are still full of anger and I want to smile because she looks so fucking beautiful when she’s angry and mad like she is right now. One leg tapping on the floor with those six-inch heels that I would love to fuck her in. What the hell is wrong with you, Taylor? The woman is angry with you and you’re thinking about sex.
“I told you you’re mine, Hope. Remember?” I say, trailing my eyes down her body then back to her eyes.
“What if I don’t want to be yours or anyone’s for that matter?” she asks.
“Gorgeous, I wouldn’t care what you want.” I know I’m an asshole for saying that. God, I care what she wants more than she knows but I’m not about to make this easy for her. “The day you let me in between your beautiful legs and allowed me to taste your sweet, intoxicating pussy, that’s the day the tables turned around baby.” Her mouth opens forming an O as I wink at her taking another sip from my drink I lean on the counter thinking of how this night is going to turn out.
She rubs her hands across her face before eyeing me but this time I don’t see anger there, I see something else. Something I can’t put a finger on.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asks.
“Sure,” I lead the way towards my bedroom up the stairs and open the door for her, as we enter my room. I gesture the door on the left with my hand that leads to the bathroom.
“Since you’ve already convinced yourself that I am yours, can you pour me a glass of wine?” she turns towards the bathroom door, shuts the door and I hear the lock click.
Bossy. I like that.
I head back to the mini-bar and pour her a glass of wine just like she asked and refill my glass. I wait for her for what feels like forever but I’m not ready for what I’m about to see. She has one of my shirts on, no make-up and her and she smells like me.
She took a shower.
“I ransacked your room and got myself something to wear, not that you would mind anyway,” she snorts.
“Smart mouth,” I beam.
She picks up her glass of wine that is on the counter and gulps the whole damn thing in a flash. “Now, show me where I should sleep because I don’t think I have a say on anything that concerns my life.” That makes me wince. She’s still angry at me but I want to see how far I can push her before she cracks.
“My room.” Two words. That’s all I say.
She turns around and starts heading towards my room as I watch her take the stairs, swaying her hips I know she’s messing with my mind because that has my dick hard under my pants. “All mine,” I tell myself before gulping my drink, switching off the lights and following her up the stairs to my room where I find her already getting out of my shirt, her naked body standing before me. I trail my eyes slowly down her body my eyes linger at her breasts wishing I could fondle them as I take my time sucking on her nipples before trailing my eyes further down where I see the landing strip that is neatly trimmed and I have to shake my head before I jump on her.
My dick throbs and hardens to a size I never thought possible, I know I’m in trouble but I can’t touch her unless she wants me to.
“All yours. Remember?” she smirks.
I don’t get to answer her because she peels off the comforter and gets under the cover pulling it over her body, turning her back to me. I can’t be in the same room with her at this moment I don’t want to do something I’ll end up regretting. I’ll go sleep in the guest room where Leo sleeps when he’s here.
“Good night,” I say not sure she has heard me. Leaving the room, I close the door behind me and walk towards the guest room across the hallway.
Tomorrow, we are going to talk.
Hope
There is that moment in life when everything in you screams out loud reminding you that you’re doing something wrong. Yeah, something very stupid like going home with someone you hardly know when you should be at home taking care of your family. I know my family comes first but this is not how I envisioned my night turning out to be. I have my routine every time I’m working at the club over the weekend where I call Michael so I can tell him one of my stories at the same time check on my mother. Today was no different but being here with Taylor makes it all wrong and good at the same time. My life is one lonely place and the only people who make it feel alive is my family and Molly. This is not me, I’m not this woman who goes sleeping around in some stranger’s house and it’s not like I can call my family at this hour because they expect me to be home in the morning.
I know I should be mad at Taylor, you know, breathing fire like one of those bulls they use at those amphitheaters about to go face to face with the guy holding the red flag. Maybe I should be that wild bull. I should be that bull right now but I can’t. I like him so much to go all bat shit on him.
The minute I saw him standing in front of me at the club, I was shocked. I almost fell as my legs went all jelly on me. I wasn’t expecting him and I can’t tell what he whispered into my ear since everything happened so fast from the minute he pulled me forward. One minute I was slung over his shoulder, then tossed in his car… I slapped him hard across his pretty face and he had to remind me again that I belonged to him.
Damn him and his claiming. How do I get used to that when all I know is how to depend on myself?
I want to belong to him just as much as I want him to belong to me but I have to play it hard. I’m not going to make it easy for him. He didn’t have any right to do what he did, he should have talked to me, he should have been patient but I can already tell that patience is not something he takes so well when it comes to Me.
I had the card not to mention the note he wrote to me but I chose not to call him. In fact, I pushed everything to the back of my mind and for five days, I just went about my day like he never was part of it, pretended that he didn’t affect me and that he never occupied most of my thoughts. I woke up with him on mind and went to bed with him still in it, at night, that’s where the struggle was. I dreamt of him, being wrapped around his strong arms, my head resting on his chest as I listened to his heart beating in a rhythm only mine could understand while my hand traced his abs.
Now here I am, in his bed, brooding like this is the worst day of my life when my heart is somersaulting, happy to be next or rather be under the same roof with the one man who makes it skip a few beats.
I pull the covers and tuck myself tightly before I’m tempted to get out of bed and go in search of him since it seems he won’t be joining me in this bed. Everything in this room smells like him, God, I also smell like him after using his shower gel. And what man uses lavender as his shower gel? Taylor.
Talking of bathroom… I stand up from the bed and suddenly feel woozy, damn, I took that glass of wine in an unwomanly manner just to piss him off. I get to the bathroom and sit on the toilet seat, looking at his spacious bathroom. A towel rack on one corner stocked with neatly folded white towels, the shower cubicle at one end, the whole bathroom has marble, cream tiles, a peach bathtub sits at one corner next to a floor to ceiling window and I wish I could soak myself in that as I meditate and think of this frustrating man who takes what he wants.
I finish my business and walk back to the bedroom where I take my time checking out his room. ‘So manly’ I think to myself. His walk-in closet is neatly arranged starting with his assorted shirts I graze my fingers on the materials, feeling how soft they are under my touch. His suit jackets are on another side of his closet, different shades taking pride and I think of him in them. So far, I haven’t seen him in a suit but earlier I assumed he was in one by the way he wore his gray pants, pants that fit him perfectly exposing his thighs. The man is built in a way he’s supposed to be for the front cov
er of a fashion magazine.
I take my time checking his suits that are from different designers. I guess when you have money there’s nothing in this world you can’t afford. I move to the next row and see his pants take the middle section. He must be having someone who does all this work for him, keeping his house in order must be no joke.
I open the drawers and see the same, neatly arranged, everything folded the same, his briefs, all white. Interesting. I graze my fingers so I can feel the soft material as I pull the drawer next to it and find his ties neatly folded and assorted in different colors. The silk material screaming for my attention and I’m tempted to touch them, so I do and I envy them, thinking of how they take pride around his neck, making him distinguished and standing out from the rest of the crowd. I close the two drawers I had opened and pull the one next to it. This one has socks, and when I say socks I mean countless. Who has this many socks? Oh, I remember, the sex-claiming-god.
The next four drawers are sorted out from cufflinks to watches to handkerchiefs not forgetting the leather belts and that gives me an idea… a dirty thought to be exact.
The thought of being helpless underneath him as my hands are tied up sends some strong triggers between my thighs. I maybe a virgin but my head is no virgin when it comes to sexual fantasies. I subconsciously pick one leather belt in my hand and wrap it around my wrist just to know how it would feel against my skin and that heightens my need. I need to tuck back that thought where it came from. I’m still mad at him and here I am, thinking of being held helplessly underneath him as I lick on his nipples with my tongue. Hope, you need to get a hold of yourself.