“I was hoping you wouldn’t,” I start, and then plant a small peck on his lips. “But I’m betting that eventually you’ll want to give in.”
So this is not going completely like I’d planned, but what can I expect from thirty seconds of preparation? I have to up my game if I’m going to get what I want.
“I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” I push away from him. Malcolm’s arms are around me in a flash and he pulls me tight to him. Luckily, my one hand is pinned pointing downward. “Trust me, this’ll be worth your time.” I give his shaft a particularly hard squeeze. He flinches but his mouth turns up in a smirk. With that, he lets me go.
I rush to the bedroom with the sound of Malcolm’s grunt of appreciation in my ears as I go. I’m glad I decided to wear the little black skirt that hugs every part of me just right. Some things are worth investing in. Normally, I wouldn’t spend $300 on just a skirt, but that day in the shop… Once I had it on, the sales lady had me. There was no way I was leaving without it. Hell, I wore it out of the shop. Today, that investment is paying off big time.
I find my bag in the corner and throw it on the bed. When I said I’d planned for only thirty seconds, that wasn’t totally accurate. I’d packed some fun stuff before I came over here. I just hadn’t put much thought into how I was going to use the things I’d packed. That part of the plan was where I’d only spent thirty seconds of thought. Now with Malcolm still hanging onto his dominant status, I have to think quickly.
Luckily, in terms of lingerie, I’d only brought one outfit. It’s the set that I jokingly call, in my mind, The Complete Package. Six-inch, black, stiletto heels with a peep-toe and one-inch platform, because you have to start with a good foundation, right? Black stockings made of real silk with a six-inch split in the back that’s laced with red satin ribbon that clips to a matching black garter belt. Crotchless panties made of the same black lace. Add the cup-less bra and it’s The Complete Show. There’s no fucking way he’s going to resist this.
But, I’m not done. I’d packed some of my friends: Nipple clamps and my favorite vibrator. The vibrator is totally for me but not in the way most people would assume. I’ve always wanted to use a vibrator in bed with a man.
Unfortunately, every man I’ve ever fucked up to this point has been intimidated by Bob. Yes, I named my vibrator. What woman hasn’t? I didn’t spend too much time thinking of the name when I bought him. The name Bob is actually an acronym: Battery Operated Boyfriend.
I think I read it in a Dark Angel book.
Anyway, I’m hoping this is the right time to introduce B.O.B. to Malcolm. Pushing my skirt down my legs, I then pop out the buttons on my blouse and let it float down my arms. I climb on the bed, propping myself up against the pillows. My heels dig into the bedspread as I part my knees. I twist the knob at the base of B.O.B., turning him to the highest setting, and then press the button on the side to select the pulse setting.
I’m already revved up so no need to ease into this. I rub the tip over my clit, letting the vibrations pulse through me.
Damn! This feels sooooooo good. I’d been planning on calling Malcolm in immediately, but maybe I can indulge myself for just a few moments first.
My free hand finds my nipple. It’s so convenient that they’re sticking straight out without a bra covering them, the cool air making them hard. I tug at them while I continue to rub my clit. I can feel the air cooling the wetness clinging to the lips of my pussy. B.O.B. is another one of those investments that I don’t regret making. You get what you pay for when it comes to toys, and B.O.B. has paid off many times over.
My teeth clamp down on my lower lip as I let the tip of my vibrator slip between the very edges of my lips. The pulsing reminds me of Malcolm rocking back and forth as he pulls in and out of my pussy. I pull back and run the freshly-wetted tip over my clit again, the cooling sensation driving me even farther on. I know there’s an orgasm building inside of me. The warm comfort of release is on the horizon and I’m moving toward it.
I switch nipples while pushing the vibrator back between my lips. My mind forms an image of Malcolm to go along with what’s happening to my body. I push a little farther in. The black head of the vibrator slips fully inside me. The vibrations pulse through my body, causing my hips to move. I can see Malcolm’s eyes, full of intense lust drilling through me, in my imagination.
So much closer now to letting go. To tipping over the edge of pleasure.
“Get in here,” I yell, keeping my eyes shut and pulling B.O.B. back out of me. I let the tip slide over my clit once more and the counter-rhythms of vibration and pulsing cause a tingling sensation to start in my toes and race up my body. The feelings are magnified across my tits as I roll my nipple between my fingertips.
By the time Malcolm opens the bedroom door, I’m panting from excitement. I’m so fucking close to cumming…
“Oh, fuck yes,” he says, seeing what’s happening in his bed. He starts across the room.
“Not so fast,” I warn, stopping him in his tracks. “As you can see, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” I say, staring straight at him for effect as I continue to move the tip of the vibrator up and down over my clit. “If you want to join us, you’re going to follow orders. Am I clear?”
“Yes,” Malcolm finally answers after a moment’s hesitation. I’m sure he was calculating his options, trying to decide if it was better to play along or overpower me. Frankly, either one would’ve been the right answer.
There’s a lot to be said for being completely powerless with this man. instead, he picked the submissive route. Which is also a good choice and I plan to reward him well for his choice.
“What would you like me to do?”
“I want you to take off your clothes. Make it sexy.” I pull slightly at my nipple and moan a little for effect.
Malcolm’s mouth turns up just slightly at the corner as he begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. So much for tearing it off him, but there’ll be other chances, I’m sure. God bless him for not wearing an undershirt. Each button reveals a little more of his tanned and very toned chest.
“I like it when you undress for me,” I tease, turning the tip back into me so that it’s resting between my lips again. I suck in a breath as the vibrations start up again. The pulse setting is one of my favorites because it allows me to prolong the pleasure of using B.O.B. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” Malcolm responds, pulling the tails of his shirt free from his waistband before shucking the entire garment from his shoulders. I really enjoy watching it flutter to the ground.
“This is my friend B.O.B.,” I say, switching to my husky fuck-me voice. “You don’t have a problem with him, do you?” I ask watching intently as Malcolm switches his attention to his shoes. I appreciate that he doesn’t spend a lot of time on them. Instead, he kicks them off quickly and then sets to work slowly unbuckling his belt.
I’m still running the tip of the vibrator over my clit and I can feel the orgasm coming closer now. If I keep going at this pace, I’ll go off without his help. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. Judging by the way he’s keeping his eyes on me as he undresses, I’m thinking he might like to watch.
“Seems like you and B.O.B. are really good friends,” Malcolm teases as he steps out of his pants. “I like what he does for you.”