Last week Anthony told me I was a prude. Now, granted, he didn’t just come out and say it that way. I’ll admit, I asked him what he thought my freak number was if he were to rate me on a scale from one to ten.
He was hesitant at first, eyeing me like he knew whatever he said would get him in trouble. But when I told him that I wouldn’t get upset because I just wanted the truth, he told me he’d give me a four, maybe a five.
I stared at him for a minute, unsure of how to respond. In his eyes, I was barely even halfway up the damn scale.
And that was enough to get my competitive blood boiling. I played it cool, smiled, and thanked him for his honesty. But that was the beginning of the end of Ms. Freak Number Four, maybe a Five. I was gonna give him the ride of his life.
After a search of the mall lingerie shops and online I finally found the perfect black lace teddy to help me facilitate my grand scheme.
Anthony had no idea what I was capable of. See, just because I hadn't ever really shown him that side of myself didn't mean it didn't exist. But we’d only been together for almost eight months and he seemed to be okay with what we were doing up until then.
He'd never vocalized that he wanted anything different, which was why I figured just more of the same was the way he liked it. And I guess that's why the “Communication is important in a relationship” concept, though pretty annoying to hear by now because everyone loves parroting it, is kinda spot on.
No, he hadn't taken the time to tell me what he wanted, but I hadn't asked either. And working off of assumptions never gets anyone anywhere. Yeah, I'm keeping the cliche lines coming, but why stop when I'm on a roll? And hell, when they're true.
Anyway, the next weekend, I planned to be ready for him. He had a late flight arrival after a week-long business trip and as usual was being brought home in an Uber.
The only difference was that after this trip, I was waiting up for him in a chair I'd placed in the middle of my bedroom, the light from the candles I’d lit casting shadows along the walls.
I was playing it cool but my heart fluttered in my chest when I heard the door open downstairs and the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floors.
After a few brief moments of moving around downstairs, I heard him climb the stairs.
I'd left the door open, and when he appeared at the doorway and reached for the light, I said, "Don't. "
His hand was still on the switch and he called out, "Danielle?"
"Leave the light off," I said.
Light from the hallway streamed in on his face as he squinted into the dim room. "Why are you sitting in the dark?"
"Just come here," I ordered.
When he stopped in front of me, I stood, grabbed hold of his arms and turned us around to push him into the chair in my place.
I watched his eyes travel down my body as he took in the sight of me in the fitted, cleavage-bearing, crotchless black teddy I’d chosen. A huge grin stretched across his face. He was excited. And so was I. I was eager to see just how he’d rank me after that night.
“What’s this about?”
I stepped forward, placing my legs outside of his seated body and then lowered down to sit on his lap so that we were face to face. I touched his cheek, caressing the stubbly 5-o’clock shadow. “You remember when you gave me a four, maybe five on the freak scale the other day?”
His face crinkled in confusion before his eyes lit up as if he’d recalled the memory. “Ohhhh...yeah, I remember,” he said.
“Well, I just don’t think it’s fair that you rank me when you haven’t even seen the half of what I can do,” I said with a saucy grin. I winked at him, amused at his stunned expression. I had a feeling I was up to a six already.
“Hmmm…” I said, tapping a finger to my chin after I stood to walk around his chair. “I’m not sure you’re gonna be able to keep your hands to yourself, though. Rules are, there’s no touching the dancers in this club.”
He burst into laughter. “This club?”
I placed a hand on my hip and tapped my foot, waiting for his laughing to cease. “Finished?”
He nodded, “Yeah, yeah,” he said, suppressing his snickering. “Don’t worry, I know how to keep my hands to myself.”
I shook my head, “No. Not buying it,” I said, moving over to retrieve the rope that I’d stashed in my drawer. I stretched it out, and playfully rotated the rope in a circle like a lasso before I said, “Hands behind your back.”
I waited for him to comply. Despite the apprehensive look on his face, he slowly moved his hands back until they were behind the chair. I knelt down, tied the rope around his wrists and tugged at it, testing for security. Happy with my handiwork, I rose to my feet and lit the candles that I’d placed around the room.
I then returned to stand in front of him, pivoted on my feet and turned so that my back faced him and began my erotic dance.
In the dark, quiet room, I moved without music or any other sound that could distract him from his own personal, private show. Only the shadows of my frame danced along the wall in sync with my movements while the aromatic scents from the candles filled the air around us.
I shot a tantalizing look over my shoulder and smiled as his brown eyes lit up watching the slow, hypnotic roll of my hips. I bent forward at the waist, flashing him a view of my bare pussy lips between the crotchless lace outline of the teddy. He licked his lips hungrily and his mouth fell open as he observed my seductive dance.
I glanced down at the tent his erection made in his slacks before moving closer to sit on his lap. I could hear him grunt behind me as I circled my hips into him, feeling his hard bulge between my ass cheeks. After a few more slow, tortuous gyrations, I stood again and began my striptease. First, I let one strap of the teddy fall off my left shoulder. Then with a finger I slid the other strap down my right shoulder. I smirked at him over my shoulder and inched the material down until my breasts were exposed. I turned around to face him and moved toward him again to straddle his lap and face him this time. I cupped the sides of his face and took his lips into mine, hungrily tasting his mouth before I pulled back and lowered his head down to my breast.
He circled the areola of the breast I'd presented him and then licked and sucked on my stiff nipple. His erection pressed against my slit, and my rhythmic movements against him only made him grow harder. It turned me on. So much so, that I knew he could feel the proof of my arousal dampening his slacks.
I reached down between us, grasping the straining bulge before reaching up to unbutton his pants. “It’s time for these to come off. Allow me,” I said, since he was clearly not in a position to do it himself. I slid his pants and briefs down, removing them along with his shoes and returned to sit atop him. Skin against skin now, his hard rod pressed firmly against my slick cunt, I worked my hips, forming a figure 8 as I ground into him. As I moved, I leaned forward to kiss him, tasting him as he moaned into my mouth and I continued with my provocative lap dance.
I bit and pulled at his bottom lip before leaning over to whisper in his ear, “Tell me. What’s my freak number now, Anthony?”
Awaiting his answer I watched him wince as my slick sex ground harder against his dick.
“A seven...no, no, an eight,” he stuttered.
He shrugged, but closed his eyes, as I gyrated my hips in a circular motion. He blew out a breath, and panted out. “Okay, nine. A nine.”
I shook my head. “No, no, dear. That won’t do. A nine’s not enough.” I lifted up, took his penis in my hand and slowly slid down onto him. But I stopped short, only taking in the head of his member as I watched his chest heave with his rapid breathing.
“I really, really want to be a ten, babe. I need to be a ten,” I playfully begged, grabbing onto the back of his head as I slid up and down his shaft, using the most shallow and most tortuous strokes that I could.
With a frustrated gasp, finally he said, "Fuck...ten…you're a ten." He squirmed in the chair, shifting his bound wrists inside the rope.
"Right. That's what I like to hear," I said, leaning forward to kiss his mouth before offering him my other breast. I dropped my head back and moaned, cupping his head as he suckled me. "Since you gave the right answer, I think you deserve a treat."
I lowered myself down until I'd completely engulfed him inside me, no longer interested in taunting him.
I gripped his shoulders and rode him slowly, feeling the vibration of his groans of pleasure inside me.
But it wasn't long before his body shook with the force of his climax, and I felt him grow limp beneath me.
I pouted and wiped away the sweat on his brow. "Oh, I wasn't ready yet," I whined.
"Shit," he breathed out, " What did you expect? You're a ten, baby. You can't expect me to hold back for long. "
I giggled and he smiled up at me, still panting from exhaustion. He winked at me. "But I’ll tell you what. If you untie me, we can do this again. And I won't stop until you're ready."
I gave him a kiss before hopping up, a victorious grin brightening my face as I basked in my newfound Freak Number Ten status.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.