by Ruby McQueen
“Thank you.” I say as he settles back into his position on the backseat.
“You’re welcome.” He smiles warmly at me which brings more heat to me than his jacket. I think that he is thinking about things but I’m none the wiser as to what. I just clutch his garment and sit silently as I feel his hand resume playing through my hair. His hypnotic touch makes all the nights events fade into a distant memory. There are so many things I want to say to him, confront him about, but while he is here, that just don’t seem so important now, or I just can’t find a way to approach it. Or perhaps I just want to enjoy the moment we are sharing.
We are not far from my place and I begin to wonder how respectable my bedroom is looking. Oh, he’s not there to assess your domestic prowess, he’s coming for steamy sex I remind myself.
My mind skips towards the impending events and I think about how I want to have him, definitely tied up, but to what? My bed or the sex chair? Mmmmm just the thought of him naked and tied up and at my mercy does things to me! Taking control of him, driving him wild, hopefully! That is the plan. I close my eyes for a moment and say a silent prayer oh please let me rock his world!
I glance back towards him and he smirks at me as we lock eyes.
“What?” I say shyly all of a sudden self-conscious, the way he is looking into me.
“Nothing, Sexy.” He responds amused by my reaction. “Just enjoying the view.” Oh.
I smile awkwardly, gawhd I’m such an idiot I shriek inwardly. This is turning out to be the longest trip in the world and while I eagerly anticipate the activities, I have planned for us, I’m not so sure I can chase the nervousness that is growing in my tummy. Oh great, the booze is wearing off, bye-bye Dutch courage! I briefly wonder how on earth he finds my shyness around him at all attractive! I can’t help but feel the way I squirm around him must make me look virginal or frigid, so not the case! Get a grip for fuck sakes, Trinity! What does Tallahassee say? Nut up or shut up! Well, if I’m gonna do this thing I need to get a grip already!
I take a long slow breath as subtly as I can with his eyes on my every move. I think about my little strip tease last weekend, and what it did to him, the wild look in his eyes. I can soooo do this! I see the Park behind Derek’s window and I know we are moments away from show time. I’m a mixed bag, relief the trip is finally over and excitement coupled by nerves swirls around my insides.
As we pull up across from my apartment, I reach for my purse beneath Derek’s jacket to pay for the taxi driver.
“No, Trinity, I’ve got this.” Derek already has money out and is passing it to the driver. I lift the jacket up and unbuckle myself so I can step out. I don’t look behind me, I just reach for my keys and head across the road with his jacket draped over my arm. I hear the taxi door close behind me and feel his arm rest across my back as I step up onto the pavement approaching the entrance to my building.
We climb the stairs still in silence, on my part due to trying to stay focused and beating back the nerves that are lapping softly over me like the tide coming in on a calm night. There is definitely a crackling energy making the air thick between us and as I open the door to my place I say simply “Welcome... This is me.”
I smile to him as I wave my hand around before dumping my purse on the table and gently laying his jacket across the back of my lounge. He stands there just inside the entrance of the shoebox and looks around before returning his eyes to me. Giddy up!
~ Chapter 13 ~
Rocking the Shoebox
I can tell by the way Derek is looking at me that he has only one thing on his mind. Me. I think briefly about launching myself at him in an unrestrained frenzy of lips and hands consuming every delectable morsel of him on offer, but then this is my bet to collect, my night, and I think him being at my mercy is long overdue. I decide then and there that I will drag this out a little in an effort to drive him wild with my stall tactics. We both know why we are here, and I hope it drives him crazy. After all, he has driven me crazy tonight, so it only seems fair.
I walk slowly to my kitchen.
“I’d show you around, but let’s face it, it’s kind of tiny, right?” I chuckle nervously as he approaches my kitchen which is just behind my lounge area, all open to each other. He places his hands in his pockets.
“It’s pretty cute actually, just like you.” Whoa!
“Do you want something to eat?” I’m thinking ahead, fuel up now long night ahead, also a perfect diversion.
“Just you.” He says with a hint of a wicked grin at the corner of his mouth. Well spank my arse! He pulls his hands from his pockets and rests his palms against my countertop, perhaps trying to get me to hurry up by the suggestive way he is leaning. I think of how easy it would be to throw him to the floor, ripping his clothes off and raiding the fridge for all manner of edibles to lick and suck off his naked body. Just the thought of having him like that, being at the helm, him at the mercy of my every whim, makes me moist! Momentarily I lapse into that fantasy before realising I’ve just started to daydream about having him between my thighs as he stands there bemused, watching my glazed face, how embarrassing! Damn it, Trinity, focus!
“Mmmmm I wonder what I taste like?” I say casually in the quirkiest, girly way I can muster.
“Amazing from memory, although I might need to resample to confirm it.” Oh, fucking my! Just the thought of that makes my body respond recalling how he felt, mouth on me as I came beneath him so many times. I blink and look at him. Well, I think I was still looking at him but zoned out. Crap! And now he is beaming at me, he knows this game and is playing me so well and as soon as I realise he is toying with me I immediately think ‘challenge accepted!’ and shift mentally to draw on that well of assertive strength that makes me a competitor to be respected. Oh yes, Derek, do I have plans for you!
“But the ‘Trinity’s nummy cookie’ special is not on the menu for sampling at the moment. We do however have a tropical smoothie on offer with a kick of your choice of alcohols or chilli, whichever you prefer.” I respond exaggerating my tone of voice with what I think cheesy customer service would sound like as I pick up a fresh pineapple from my fruit bowl. He looks at me in silence and has a look on his face that I think is saying ok, I see what you’re doing, and it’s on! He tries to stifle a smile, unsuccessfully before answering me.
“Ok, hit me with a tropical smoothie.” He reluctantly plays along. Ha!
“That will be one piece of clothing, thank you.” I continue the game on.
“Oh really? Well then I’m not sure I want it then.”
“Shame.” I state as if I don’t care. I go to open a cupboard beneath the bench and pull out my blender and the cutting board resting beside it and plop it onto the bench. I see from the corner of my eyes that he crosses his arms in front of his body, but I continue on grabbing my sharp chef knife from the wooden block near my stove top and I go to start cutting away the outside husk of the pineapple as if I don’t notice.
“Stop.” I go to still momentarily, but I don’t think he should be bossing me around tonight.
“Why?” I continue on.
“Smoothies come at the price of a piece of clothing, right?”
“Yes... Definitely.” I stop cutting and look up and smile, a point for me!
“That’s a rule that can’t be bent? No loop holes?”
“Nope!”
“Fine, I’m in. But so are you! You’re having a smoothie too, lose something, Baby Cakes!”
“What?” No-no-no-noooo! That’s not how this game goes!
“Oh, you heard me, now let’s have it.” He says as he grabs the bottom of his hoody and hoists it off removing it and tossing it towards my couch. Damn it! I only have jeans and a top on! I stand there gaping, wanting to protest, but he has me. And he is clearly wearing more clothes than me too. I consider losing the top, so he has to watch my soft full breasts bouncing around as I move, but I opt for my jeans as too many times has he mentioned my legs and butt. While he denies
he is a legs man, I just think leaning and bending in the G-String I have underneath my jeans might send his libido skyrocketing and the thought of him squirming in his jocks for me just does things to me.
“Fiiiiine!” I say sounding playfully irritated like he has won one over me, but instead I think I can use it to my advantage! I wipe my hands on a tea towel and slowly bend down to unbuckle my high heels and slip them off.
“You said clothing.” He points out.
“I know.” I reply with a hint of sass as I stand upright again. I go to unbutton my jeans and as I start to lower them over my hips, I give a little wiggle as I remove them with my thumbs through the loopholes to make the process seem more exaggerated. I feel my hair fall forward around my face as I bend, softly tickling around my breasts as I step out of my jeans. I stand upright and smile at him wickedly before making my way back to the pineapple.
“Oh, Baby Cakes, I see what you are doing, and you are gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get me going. I’m not even hard yet.” I look at his package for confirmation. Fuck! I just looked at his junk! He laughs a little I guess at my expression and slip up as I suck my slightly bruised pride up and I go back to the smoothies. He sees what I am doing? Fine, how bout I give him nothing than? I am Trinity’s vacant expression, no heated looks or seductive moves, no lip biting or deliberate motions of ‘come hither’, nothing that will stroke his ego along knowing I want him. Nothing more than me being with a friend... For now. I don’t even look his direction as I place the pineapple in the blender alongside some passionfruit, frozen mango chucks, coconut milk, a dollop of coconut oil and a liberal splash of Malibu. I hit pulse and look at him as innocently as I can over the top of the noise as it blends together. See me holding this Halo?
“Can you grab two tumblers out of the cupboard just up there?” I ask motioning the general direction moments after I stop blending.
“Up here?” He confirms, I glance over my shoulder and nod. He brings the cups and I pour the smoothies.
I hand him one and pick up the other one myself.
“Cheers.” I say holding mine up to clink together.
“To what?” He enquires through a lopsided quizzical grin.
“To battlefield three.” I say with a wink as the glasses touch, I don’t wait for his response I just start drinking it. He waits a beat watching me before finally taking a drink. It’s unnerving the way he sees right through me, but I have to hold it together just a little longer! I’m tempted to put some music on, but when the time comes, I want to hear every little noise he makes so I know if I’m ticking all the boxes with the tease I have thought out over in my mind so carefully.
I can’t say for sure what I mean to him, I might be discarded soon, just another conquest, but I know one thing for sure I am going to make sure he remembers this night always.
The thought of having him under me, begging me for more as I tease him, sends an explosive rush rippling through my body.
“The way you’re smiling right now, what’s that all about?” He steps in towards me.
“I’m smiling?” I try to play coy, but I just can’t keep a straight face, in fact to my annoyance, it’s becoming a face splitter.
“You know you are you little Minx, it was dirty, this I know.” He is smiling back at me and I feel kind of awkward. Come on Trinity, don’t you dare lose your nerve!
I finish my drink off in a rush so as to get a little of the smoothie on the corners of my mouth. I put my cup back on the counter and take my thumb and run it slowly over the top of my lip, collecting any of the milky foam before sucking it off the tip of it.
“Mmmmmm yummy.” I say watching the look on his face, but he isn’t giving much away. Ugh! I hate guessing whether or not what I do is driving him crazy, I need to step it up so that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt! I wait for him to finish his drink before taking his cup and mine from the counter to rinse and place them on the empty dishwasher shelf making sure I have to bend so my G-string clad butt is right there in full view. I try to make it seem innocent like I am just going about my business and repeat the same step with the knife and cutting board.
Deep breaths for show time. I bend to pick up my high heels ready to haul them back to my bedroom, just another excuse to bend, and I hope he is taking it all in, every ripple of my muscles, the way I curve, every little detail.
I turn to face him. He stands there waiting seemingly straight faced.
“So, I get control tonight, right? That was the bet?” I ask to confirm.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind.” He smiles again. Ohhhhhh Hell no!
“No, Hot Stuff, I just wanted to make sure.”
“Why? What did you have in mind?”
“Your obedience...”
“I’m no one’s bitch, Trinity, I won’t be whipped or put in a nappy or any weird shit, just so you know.”
“Damn it, plan C then.” I mutter playfully under my breath and giggle.
“No, I just want to wear the pants for a bit, Derek, and maybe tie you up.” He tilts his head down at me and squints his eyes as though he is not particularly pleased. Isn’t it every guys dream to be bound and fucked by a woman? I would have thought so, but I guess not!
“Fine. Only because I’m about keeping my word, but one thing I don’t like and I swear, Trinity.” It’s a warning, he is serious, and I swallow the knot in my neck. Sheesh! Calm your farm buddy, I only want to rock your world! But now I’m feeling much more like an errant child being accosted more than a sexy Siren on a Derek Domination world tour! I want to reach for him but am suddenly stuck with the ‘how’. Oh boy! As I debate it in my mind, I come to the realisation that until I get ‘switched on’ and in the thick of it, I’m not very likely to feel comfortable. Just go for it, Trinity!
And with that I turn to exit my kitchen which has two doorways, one at each end of the cabinets which loops through into my cosy bedroom, which might appear bigger, but the sex chair sprawled across the foot of the bed makes things seem a bit less spacious. As I reach the doorway I look back and give him the beckoning finger to let him know what I want. I can’t speak yet for the nerves, if I have butterflies, they are dancing around all the way from the pit of my stomach ending somewhere up in my throat. Sex for me is usually a much more casual affair, laughing, drinking the coming together of two people for the purpose of a night of fun where I would be bossy sexually, definitely not filled with tension and nerves, but this night has built up for so long in my mind, Mr Control Freak, letting me loose, I can hardly constrain my energy inside of my body.
He begins to move towards me as I move into my room. He walks in behind me, watching me. There is a lamp already on, I left it on thinking when I got home drunk it would be much easier to stagger in with some light.
It’s the perfect mood inducing back light against my mocha feature wall which harmonises with my dark timber bed and furniture, the rest of my walls are a much paler version of the same colour. My heavy-duty Velcro cuff restraints already woven through the slatted bed head securely to keep the subject of my desire under my control. I don’t mind being restrained, but not with a one nighter, it takes trust and that is not so easily given.
I have an Asian theme going on, no surprises there! I have a reversible doona cover that is either a very pale grey or deep cheery red, brown bare cheery branches scattered randomly throughout contrasting against the grey and dotted with little white or red blossoms, dependant on which side it’s on. The fitted sheet is of the same pattern as the red side of the doona, same cheery branches but in white, with matching grey and red pillows, much more than I needed, but it looks so comfy and inviting after a long day, a sanctuary where I can plump them up behind myself and disappear into a good book, forgetting I am in a busy suburbia nestled somewhere in Sydney.
It’s not much size-wise, but damn if I haven’t tried to squeeze every last drop out of it! The sex chair rolled around in my mind a while, but I think having him cuffed on my bed is the w
ay I want to take this, a little more room to manoeuvre away from him.
I walk in and plop my high heels onto my matching dark timber shoe rack sitting beside my low tallboy dresser that has a large golden Buddha on top. I stand up and turn to look back at him as he leans against my doorframe with one elbow propped up. I smile and go to turn down my doona dragging it all the way down then grabbing the thin, plain, stitched red quilt that is folded across the end of the bed and laying it across the bed so that any of tonight’s activities will not stain my sheets.
Now for Derek. I turn and walk towards him, not uttering a word to him. How to get him naked? Do I ask him to strip while I watch on? No, I think I should unwrap him like the victory gift he is. But this means I need to swallow that hard lump that is now in my throat and overcome the nerves silently building deep within me. Why I feel this way about him, I may never know. But I need to get a grip and quick! I think of the song ‘Wildfire’ by Dorothy and try to align my thoughts to the vibe of it.
I hesitate a little before grabbing the hand at his side and luring him into my room, so warm, and real. Yes Trinity, this isn’t a dream.
He comes to a stop just at the foot of my bed as I stop there. I let go of his hand and look at him briefly before taking both my hands and reaching out to make contact with his chest, his firm pecs beneath that shirt, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. I run my hands up towards his neck until I reach the first button and slowly, I unhook it. I glide my hands slowly down to each button with the same amount of palpable attention from my hands paying careful consideration to any little reactions he is having to what I am doing. As I round the last two buttons at the base of his abdomen I am finally rewarded with a heavy breath and a flex of his taught stomach. Not immune to me after all! I mentally high-five myself for making it this far, anything he gives me from now on will only encourage me further. I don’t want an easy victory, which would defeat the point, I want to slowly tease him and extract all the sexual tension I can from him, savouring the flavour of it as I go.