I nod, a slow grin forming again. “Of course. I have an excellent memory.”
“I’ll bet you do,” Shade grins back. “You are at your date’s house…my house. You are sitting in the living room, having a glass of wine. Tell me that you’re going to change into something more comfortable. Then walk into his bedroom and find one of his dress shirts in his closet. Take off your bra and leave on your panties. Take off your stockings and leave on your heels. Unbutton the shirt until the curve of your breast is visible. Then walk back out here very confidently and stand in front of me.”
“Done.” I turn on my heel and start to walk away.
“Wait,” Shade calls. “You didn’t tell me anything.”
Crap. I turn around.
“I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable,” I tell him. I smile what I hope is a sexy grin. Shade nods.
“Make yourself at home,” he answers, grinning back.
I slip into the bathroom and look around. The bathroom is incredibly nice, filled with marble and granite and pewter fixtures. There is also a closet. I open it and lo and behold, there is a dress shirt hanging there.
I smile and slip it from the hanger.
I do exactly what Shade told me. I unbutton the shirt until I can see the curve of my breast in the mirror. I tousle my hair so that I look sexy. I peel off my stockings and leave on my underwear, but put my heels back on.
Shade has moved to the couch in the sitting area of the room. He is sitting with his legs crossed and is sipping a glass of wine. He’s perfectly in character.
He stares at me as I emerge from the bathroom.
“You look beautiful,” he tells me quietly. “Come here.”
I walk toward him, expecting him to want me on his lap. But when I get a few feet in front of him, he says, “Stop.”
I stop.
“Now stand there for a moment. Look me in the eye.”
I do.
He stares at me.
“Be confident,” he instructs.
My chin comes up and I jut my h*ps out.
A grin slowly spreads over Shade’s face.
“That’s perfect. Men like to look,” he explains. “And women don’t usually like to be looked at. They feel vulnerable, exposed. They are self-conscious about their perceived flaws. What they don’t understand is that men don’t see them the same way they see themselves. We see curves and we love those curves. Confidence is sexy as hell, Alli Cat. It’s the sexiest possible thing that you can wear.”
Holy shit. I remember when Sara told me that very same thing. Was she actually right about something?
“Now, walk straight over here, maintaining eye contact. Straddle me and kiss me thoroughly.”
So, I do. His mouth tastes like vodka, tonic and lime. His large hands cup my ass and pull me into him so that I’m grinding against his muscle. I can feel the dampness of my panties as I straddle his crotch.
“Now, flip around.”
I stare at him, confused.
“Throw one leg over and turn around on my lap,” he tells me. “And grind for just a moment more.”
I am still confused, but I do what he says.
His breathing is a little labored when he says, “Now, stand up.”
I stand up, directly in front of him.
“Bend over.”
Without hesitation, I bend over.
I feel slightly ridiculous, but I can hear Shade breathing. He likes this. He’s looking at my ass, I can tell. So, I cross one knee over the over and stick it out just a little further.
“Men love the way a woman’s ass is framed by her panties,” he tells me. “It’s always nice to see it. Women are usually so fast to throw their panties off and dive under the covers.”
He reaches up and grabs my ass. “And you’ve got a fine ass.”
I smile.
“Now, step away from me, turn and take off your panties. Toss them into my lap. Maintain eye contact with me the entire time.”
I follow his instructions word for word. And oddly, even though he is directing me, I feel solidly in control. Shade’s eyes are glued to my every movement. Everything that I am doing is something that I know he is enjoying. The evidence is in the way his pants are straining at his crotch and the way he is breathing so harshly.
I like it.
My panties are now in his lap.
“Sit on my lap again.”
So I do. Shade’s hands run over my back, down my h*ps and grab my bare ass as he kisses me. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth before he sucks on the base of my neck.
I am grinding into his hardness and his hands pull me ever closer.
He whispers into my ear, “Now stand up and slowly unbutton your shirt. Slip it off, but tease me for a second- hold it to your br**sts, as if you’re unsure whether to reveal yourself. Then drop it to the ground. Stand there without moving, with your shoulders back and your chin out. Be confident and let me look at you.”
“Yes,” I say simply. I stand up and do what he says.
As I stand and let him look at me, my skin is on fire. I’m not sure who is more turned on, him or me.
After he looks at me for a couple of minutes and I see the desire in his eyes, he speaks again. His voice is husky and rich.
“Most women think that in order for them to take charge in the bedroom, they need to be on top. I personally don’t prefer women on top. I think most men would agree. I’m always a little nervous that you’re going to miscalculate and crush my dick. Instead, you can be in control, but still let me feel in control and that is sexy as hell.”
“How?” I ask softly, licking my lips.
“Walk over here and bend down. Whisper into my ear that you want me to f**k you now.”
I walk over, even with my knees weakening by the moment, and bend. I flick my tongue out and lick him lightly at the base of his ear, inhaling his delicious scent.
“I want you to f**k me now,” I tell him. I am so happy that I have already practiced saying that word at home. It makes it much easier to say now in front of him.
“Men like naughty words,” he says simply. “Grab my hand and lead me to the bed. When we get there, you can kick off your shoes.”