“Damn, woman.” CJ grabs my hand and yanks me into the bedroom. He sits down on the bed and situates me between his legs. He grips my hips as I look down at him. “You are a fucking wildcat.”
“I like to call it sexually adventurous.”
“Adventurous? I’d use the word intrepid with fantasies like that.”
“Do I intimidate you?” I mess with him.
“It takes way more than a beautiful blonde with killer sexual desires to intimidate me. You turn me the fuck on like I’m a nuclear fucking reactor.” His fingertips bite into my sides. “And I may not be some fucking stranger who corners you in a dark alley, but I can still dominate the shit out of you. Now take your fucking clothes off. Slowly. You promised me a strip show, and I’m through waiting.”
“I don’t remember promising.” I pick up my foot and press it against him, digging the heel lightly into his chest. “Pull.”
CJ takes hold of the boot, and I gently slip my foot out of it, making sure the hem of my dress hikes up high enough to give him an opportunistic view. He licks his lips like a hungry predator, dropping the boot on the ground.
“I can’t wait to bury my face in that fucking pussy,” he says as I lift my other foot. I can’t wait, either, but he wants a strip show so that is what he is going to get.
Once my other boot is off, I inch the hem of my sweater dress up my thighs. Slowly, deliberately, only revealing as much as I want CJ to see.
“If that goddamn dress doesn’t come off in the next five seconds, I’m ripping it off your body.”
“I thought you wanted a show?” I ask innocently.
“I want you naked more.” He roughly pushes the cashmere material up. I drag the dress off the rest of the way then drop it next to the boots. I’m left standing in only my bra, no underwear.
“Off,” CJ commands as he attacks my bare navel. He wasn’t kidding about burying his face in my pussy because, by the time I slip my bra off, he has my clit trapped between his teeth. I tremble. If he’s not careful, this will be over faster than a New York minute. A second later, he lays off the death grip and licks me emphatically until I’m moaning and excessively wet. I grab his head and grind my hips until everything inside me is gravitating to the center of my legs, until my body is begging for it.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to make it that easy?”
He sucks hard on my clit one last time before he pulls away.
“I was hoping.” I pant, unfulfilled.
“I told you I have plans for you tonight, shortcake. And they start with you undressing me.” He yanks me down to my knees. “Get busy.” He motions to the buttons on his dress shirt. With a little smirk, I begin undoing each one, making sure to scrape my nails against his skin every chance I get. I push his shirt off his shoulders then move down to his pants. The bulge under his zipper is so protrusive; it’s nearly ripping the metal teeth in two.
Once his pants are gone, CJ takes advantage of my kneeling position, forcing my head down until I’m sucking his cock. I do it with pleasure, making sure to torture him the same way he tortured me. I swallow him until he’s panting and pre-cum is sliding down my throat. As I blow him, I feel CJ remove the flower clip from my hair then untwist the elastic holding my bun in place. My hair spills out all over his lap, and he moans openly, running his fingers through the long strands.
“I couldn’t imagine fucking you without this hair.” He tugs at the roots as I take him in deeper, so deep he shudders then rips my head away.
“I’m not going to make it that easy for me either.” He tilts my face up. At least he plays fair. “I said I have plans for you and I meant it. Get on the bed,” he orders, releasing the tight grip he has on my hair. I crawl onto the mattress as CJ stands and grabs the gold metallic bag from the sex museum off the nightstand and a sleeve of condoms from the drawer, dropping both items on the comforter next to me. I look back and forth between him and the gold bag inquisitively, my imagination running wild as to what could be in there.
He climbs on the bed like a provisioned hunter, his arm and stomach muscles rippling as he crawls toward me. I watch enamored as he splits open the bag and pulls out the first content. A small bottle of lubricant. The glint in his eye tells me he’s up to no good as he pops open the top. There’s a split second of hesitation before he douses me with the liquid.
“CJ!” I try to jump away, but he snatches my wrist and pulls me close, smearing the lube all over my body, breasts to torso then down to my pussy. The sticky substance is warmer than I expect, and his hands are purposeful. He knows exactly where and how to touch me.
“You don’t play fair,” I complain wantonly.
“Life’s not fair.” He massages me all over until my upper body is glistening.
Ain’t that the truth?
He reaches into the bag again, this time pulling out a ‘cum rag.’ He wipes the lube off his hands then reaches into the bag a third time, pulling out a chain with a metal clamp on each end. He said he had plans, and he wasn’t kidding. Holy shit.
CJ positions himself so he is leaning up against the wooden headboard then urges me into his lap. Once I’m straddling him, he teases me with one of the clamps, running it lightly up and down the center of my slick body and over each nipple repeatedly. The light sensation, the thin film of lubrication, and the excitement of the unknown does wild things to me. Tack on the fact he is holding equal amounts of pleasure and pain in just one hand, nearly has me walking on pins and needles.
My breathing is heavy and my need abundant by the time CJ reveals exactly what he has planned for the little clamps and me.
“I know you said you weren’t into collars.” He slips one end of the chain around my neck and uses the clamp to secure it. “But you belong to me tonight. So what I say goes. If I can’t use a real collar, I’ll improvise.”
Without any warning, he clasps the other end of the chain onto my clit, right over my piercing. I gasp out loud from the instant stab of pleasure and simultaneous bite of pain.
