Page 81 of Fair Trade
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I lay out everythingI’ll need for tonight.
I’ll admit, I enjoyed this little game Luisa and I played tonight. Only she has the ability to make me feel like I’m alive while simultaneously wanting to punish her for it.
I undressed down to my boxer briefs when I heard her enter the house a few minutes ago. I don’t plan on keeping these on that much longer either.
I track the sound of her heels heading up the stairs until they’re muffled by the bedroom carpet.
Our room is only lit up by the lamp on her nightstand, but I can see her dilated pupils and shallow breathing all the way from where I sit in the oversized chair by the bay windows.
“You rang?” She tries to seem aloof but fails miserably.
And while I love sparring with my wife, tonight, I don’t plan on using many words.
I lean back, knowing my hard cock is barely restrained behind thin material, and beckon her over with the crook of two fingers.
Her brows raise, but she complies, like I knew she would.
She stops nearby but not close enough for me to touch her. Smart survival instincts. Except those became useless the moment she stepped back into this house tonight.
“What? Cat got your tongue? You seemed like you had much to say when you called me at the bar.” She crosses her arms across her chest, trying to act as if she doesn’t know she’s already been caught in my web.
“Strip,” I demand, my tone low and gravelly.
She sucks in a breath as she straightens. “What?”
I don’t repeat myself. Instead I allow her to stand in heady silence as my eyes trail every inch of her body.
She bites her lower lip, and I clock it as the moment she knows it’s time to get what she is due.
She reaches the zipper on the side of her dress and pulls it down. Then, one by one, she lowers each strap of her dress until it’s pooled on the floor around her heeled feet.
I knew what she was wearing under her dress. The reminder alone was enough to send me running to spend ten million dollars on a bar that’s probably worth half the price.
But as Luisa stands before me in a red, lacy see-through bra and matching thong, I know I’d pay billions to get her back in this room with me.
And while the sight is enticing, I’m afraid I don’t have the patience to take my time and enjoy it thoroughly. What I have planned for Luisa requires her to be naked.
She hooks her thumbs over her thong and waits a moment, as if asking if I’m sure I want the sexy garment to be removed. I nod, and she slowly bends at the waist to remove them. Once they’re off, she picks them up off the ground and flings them at my bare chest.
I release a humorless chuckle as I look pointedly at her sheer bra.
She unhooks it and holds onto the cups, keeping an air of mystery until the very last second, when she sends the bra flying my way as well.
She steps out of the dress, wearing only her silver heels. She makes no move to take them off, and I decide then and there that they will remain on her for the rest of the night.
I stand, closing the distance between us.
My thumb lifts and lightly traces a soft circle around her hardened nipple, giving it a slight tug before I lean in slightly and lift her into my arms, pulling a surprised squeak out of her before I toss her onto the bed.
“Spread,” I command.
She hesitates, catching her breath, but then complies as she opens her legs and shows me exactly what I’ve been dying to see all night.
I place my hands on her knees and stretch her wide open obscenely so not a single inch of her is hidden from me.
Her pussy is bare, freshly shaven. And I grin, knowing she did that hoping we’d end up exactly like this tonight.
