Page 87 of Eternally Yours
The girls and I all look at each other, wondering if it’s possible that we bothplanned the same thing without the other knowing.Well, I’ll be damned.
Emma suddenly gets up and addresses the men. “Well, it would seem that we all had a similar idea in mind for tonight. Now boys, though that was entertaining, why don’t you all have a seat and let us ladies show you how it’s really done.”
The guys all gather their clothes while we head into the other room. When we return, all of us are still wearing our robes and heels but have added white jeweled masquerade masks to our ensemble. Our hair has been previously curled, with ruby-red lipstick on our lips.
The guys all howl and wolf-whistle when they see us walk back in. Emma sets the lights to a light blue and cues the music as we get into position, then joins us. Some are in the front, others in the back, and me up front in the center.
The song ‘Naughty Girl’by Beyoncé begins to play while we grab the belts to our robes and pull them loose, letting the satin fabric slip off our shoulders to the floor.
Underneath, we each have on a white corset with small white cheeky sleep shorts that show off the bottom half of our asses. Silas will probably kill me for wearing something like this in front of his friends, but judging by his reaction, it’s totally worth it.
The men lose their shit the moment they see our attire, bouncing in their seats, shaking, and slapping each other while shouting at us.
“FUCK YEAH, BABY!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“THAT’S MY GIRL!”
Our movements are perfectly synced as we sway our hips to the music, posing and popping. The dance is extremely sensual and erotic, the only difference from the guys is that we won’t be doing lap dances.
Thanks to the help from one of the spouses, who happens to be a dance instructor, we were able to rehearse our dance to perfection every chance we got.
Throughout the dance, my focus remains on Silas, my eyes only seeing him while his eat me up. I can feel them roaming up my body, along my curves, over my breasts. His hands are gripping the end of the seat below him, and his knee is bouncing up and down. I can tell he’s on the verge of losing his shit.
Ooh, looks like Mama’s going to get a spanking tonight.
As our performance nearly reaches its end, we turn our backs to the boys and bend the top portion of our bodies in half with our hands resting on our knees. Looking back over our shoulder, we shake our asses, which are pretty much fully exposed in this position.
I see the moment Silas snaps. He pushes off the couch, and in three wide steps,arms are wrapping around my waist as my feet leave the ground.
“NOPE! We’re done here. No more dancing.” I’m still bent in half while he carries me back to the couch, where he plops down with me in his lap.
“Dude, come on! It was great, let them finish! Anyway, how do you know that’s really your girl? Maybe you picked up the wrong one. You should definitely let her go so they can finish up. You know, give you more time to scope the field,” Gabe says from his spot on the couch.
“Shut up, asshole. You just want to watch my wife shake her ass. And of course, I have the right girl, do you think I’m an idiot? She was the shortest one with the biggest rack. Wasn’t hard to tell!” Silas says back bitterly.
I lean to the side and look back up at him while smacking him in the chest. “Really!? That’s how you knew it was me!? Would it kill you to be a bit more romantic and say, oh, I don’t know, that you could tell my eyes apart from anyone else? Or that you felt a pull toward me? Jesus. Butno, you had to mention the shortness,” I say, full of sass and cross my arms over my chest, making my breast spill out even more than they already were.
Silas notices instantly and puts his arm over my breasts, completely shielding them. “Can someone pass me a robe, please? I’d like for my future wife to not sit here naked any longer.”
I try to push his arm off, but he’s holding on too tight, so instead I slap it. “Will you stop it! I’m not even naked. You just danced in front of everyone in tight boxers, what’s so different about my outfit? What are you gonna do when we go to the beach or a pool party and I wear a bikini?” Irritation laces my voice as I speak. At least the rest of the crowd seems amused by the outcome.
“Oh! Yeah, that’s never happening. You are forbidden from ever wearing a bikini. The only thing you’ll be wearing is long sleeves and pants from now on, and not those tight ones. No, no, baggy pants only,” he declares with a nod of his head.
Emma doubles over with laughter. “Oh God! I think we broke him.”
Clay finally appears at my side, handing a robe over to Sy who begins to pass my arms through the holes like I’m a child. I shake his hold off and slap his hand when he tries again.
“Stop! You’re being ridiculous. I can dress myself, and if I want to wear a bikini, you’d better believe I will.” I raise a brow and look back at him, daring him to say no.
“So help me God. Cecilia, shut up! Because I’m this close to slapping your ass so bad tonight, it’ll be too swollen to fit in your dress tomorrow!” he growls out loudly.
The room falls silent, all I can do is stare at him in shock at his outburst.Damn,my man is a whole other level of possessive. It’s kind of hot. Let’s see how much further I can push him.
“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try,” I say with a mischievous smile.
Apparently, not far.He’d already reached his limit.
