Page 90 of Greased

“I would scrub the floors every day of the week if that gave me even a moment inmi amor’spresence,” I reply with nothing but the truth.

“Don’t tempt me boy. Room five,” she says with a nod and I smile thanking the sex gods that someone is watching over me tonight.

Scarlett is still hanging over my shoulder by the time I get to the room. The door is already unlocked, waiting for us. Swinging it open I make a beeline for the bed, throwing Scarlett down on the sheets. I groan at the sight of her.

“Goddamnmi estrella,I have never been good at control but I am holding onto every bit of it I possess right now.”

Scarlett quirks her head, “Who ever said you have to have control, Sonny?”

Her words ignite something inside of me. I close the distance between us, crawling onto the bed and lying on top of her. She opens her legs so our bodies are able to fit together just like they are made to.

“If there weren't a good two hundred people here tonight, I would have done a Kanye and been on that stage quicker than you could say ‘Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time.’”

Scarlett laughs and a part of me warms inside. After seeing way too many frowns in my direction over the last few days, it feels good to finally have a bit of her happiness back, even though I know I don’t deserve it and I never will. It doesn’t stop the absolute craving I have for even a shred of her.

I have more than made my piece with having to share her with my friends. If anything, I prefer the idea of having to share her. Knowing that there are four (if Dawson pulls his head out of his ass) other guys that are willing to love and protect my girl just as much as I am, givesme some kind of piece of mind. Especially in the line of work we are in.

I have no delusions that Scarlett isn’t going to get hurt. Danger is quite literally in the job description. But, unlike my dickhead best friend, I have no intentions of sending Scarlett back to Australia. If I could glue us together and keep her with me forever, I would.

“Well then, Kanye, I suggest you show me exactly what you would have done if you had stormed that stage. Because right now, all I see is that you have stage fright.”

Scarlett’s chuckle at my expense further ignites the fire inside of me. She’s baiting me but I’m already hook, line and sinker.

I chuckle, grabbing my phone from my pocket and setting it up in one of the phone stands already in the room exactly for this reason. I hit the facetime call button, before turning around and walking back towards my girl.

Scarlett gives me a questioning look.

“Just showing you I have absolutely no issue with stage fright or performance anxiety for that matter. If anything, this might be a good lesson for those boys, as long as I have a willing student?” I tease her with a quirk of my brow.

But just like I knew she would, my girl meets me head on, “Yes, Sir. I can’t promise I will be a good girl for you though. You may need to teach me a lesson in how to behave.”

I chuckle as I slowly undo my belt, pulling it out roughly and looping it, ready for Scarlett’s wrists.

She offers her hands up to me with zero hesitation, just like I hoped she would.

I tighten the belt cuffs around her hands before pushing them above her head.

“Lesson one, don’t move,” I growl into her ear, smiling with triumph at the whimper that escapes her.

As I sit back I take in my girl. It didn’t take much effort at all to get her worked up this much. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession. Her nipples are pebbled hard underneath the scraps of lace and leather that cover them. From this close, I can see the rosy colour peeking through the small holes. She was teasing us the entire time. Giving us pieces of her and luring us into her deadly trap.

The thong covering her pussy is already damp. I’m not sure whether it was from that dance or me but I take it as a win.

Glancing back at my phone, I can see each of the guys have already answered.

“Lesson number two, you will use a safe word if and when you need it. I’m happy for you to push your limits. We will use the stop light system. Green means you are good, yellow means slow down and red means stop. Do you understand?”

Scarlett nods enthusiastically but it's not enough.

“Words, Scarlett.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, causing a smile to break on my face. She’s a quick learner.

With one hand I pull my shirt off over my head, throwing it behind me. My jeans follow suit. I leave my boxers on, giving Scar a sneak peek into just how she makes me feel. I crouch down at the end of the bed, grabbing her ankles and pull her down to me. A squeal slips from her mouth at the sudden movement.

I unclip the suspenders from where they are attached at her stockings before reaching behind her back and unzipping the garter. I don’t bother removing the stockings or her heels. I grab her hands pulling her up to sit as I work out how to get her out of the bra. Slipping my knife out of my pocket of my jeans, Scarlett’s breath hitches as I bring it up between her tits, slicing through the offending leather and lace.

“Shelly is going to kill you.” Scar breaths heavily as she watches as I flick the knife back into itself.

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