Page 136 of Mayhem
Another thing to add to the day’s list. His girlfriend was late to his birthday dinner, but he knew it wasn’t intentional. Cruz hadn’t wanted to do anything fancy and opted for dinner with the three of them at home. He wasn’t fond of big birthdaycelebrations unless it was a milestone birthday, and he still had two years until his next one.
“Why don’t you go shower and change,” Paetyn suggested. “It might help.”
It was a suggestion that mirrored his thoughts when he’d gotten out of his car, and he had more time than he thought he would. He went to his bedroom, tossing the jacket into one of the hampers in his closet and his phone onto the bed. Once in his ensuite, he started the shower, undressing as the water heated.
When he stepped under the shower spray, the hot water immediately began to soothe the events of the day away. He stood there for a couple of minutes, allowing the water to run over him, before bathing and stepping out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and ran another over his hair.
After drying off and moisturizing, Cruz pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He grabbed his phone and went downstairs. He found Paetyn coming down one hall, the bedding from his playroom in his hands.
“Are you washing them?” Cruz asked, sitting his phone on the coffee table.
“Yeah, it’s time. If you want to bring me yours, I’ll put them in after mine,” Paetyn responded.
“Sure,” Cruz replied, heading down the opposite hall.
They hadn’t been in either of their playrooms in a few weeks, but Paetyn insisted they wash the bedding every two weeks to keep it fresh when they hadn’t been in there. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, his brow furrowed because he could have sworn they’d washed them last week and…oh. His thoughts shifted as he pushed the door open, and his eyes zeroed in on Erin sitting on the bondage table, legs crossed. She wore a deep green teddy, which was see-through in all the right places, complimenting smooth, carob skin. He closed the door behind him.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
“Thank you, Maly. I take it I get to unwrap you as my present?” he asked, closing the distance between them.
Erin slid off the table. “I got you a real present, but you do. I have something else planned first.”
Cruz slipped his arms around her, grabbing handfuls of her lush ass cheeks. The flesh was warm and soft in his grip. “And what would that be?”
She gave him a soft peck before leading him to the bondage chair. “Sit here.” Cruz raised a brow at her. “I won’t tie you up, but it will give you the best view.”
He didn’t necessarily object to her wanting to restrain him. He wasn’t as opposed to it as Paetyn tended to be. He did as she requested and watched as she tapped her phone, which he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the bondage table, too focused on her. Soft music began to play as she walked to the pole in the middle of the room and…
“Shit,” Cruz groaned under his breath. He’d added the pole to the design because he thought it’d be nice to have in case, but no one had ever used it.
He was transfixed from her first rotation around the pole as Janet Jackson asked what he felt were rhetorical questions because he wouldn’t mind doing anything Erin wanted him to.
Cruz’s dick was at attention, and he palmed it over his sweats as he watched her twist around the pole, shifting to an upside-down position, her plump ass catching his eyes. All he wanted to do was hold onto it as he bottomed out in her, use it to pull her to meet every thrust he planned on giving her.
Patience. He attempted to practice it, but it was almost a losing battle. The only thing stopping him from taking her off that pole was that he knew she wanted him to watch. She’d prepared it just for his birthday, and he wouldn’t ruin it by being impatient.
However, when the song had finished, and she slowly came to a stop, he got out of the chair and picked her up. He pulled a gasp from her that he swallowed with a kiss and walked them over to the bed.
Cruz laid her down, his hand slipping between them, and he pulled on the fabric between her legs hard enough to rip it with one fluid motion. The fabric tearing echoed in the room, and she whined against his lips.
“Baby, I liked this.”
Cruz moved to kissing along her jaw, then down her neck. “I’ll buy you another one.”
He slipped a finger inside of her and found that she was as wet as he was hard, and that was saying something, considering he’d be willing to bet he could currently break concrete with his dick. Her dance had its desired effect, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to taste her or fuck her first.
When her walls squeezed around his finger, his decision was made. He wanted to feel that, feel her tighten around his dick. It took under ten seconds for him to have his shirt tossed to one side, his sweats kicked to another, and his dick sinking into Erin’s pussy.
Erin didn’t get nervous about much, but she was as she pressed play on her phone and walked to the pole as Janet Jackson’s “Would You Mind” began to fill the room, and she thought she heard Cruz curse. She walked around the pole slowly when she started to sing.
She had taken eleven classes over the past three weeks. She’d found one, enrolled before their vacation, and had been going since they returned. Her confidence in everything she learnedand the routine she’d put together had been high until the music started.
Erin had done everything she should when dancing in a new place. She measured to ensure the routine she’d choreographed would work in the space, then practiced several times. Her last appointment had been at two, and she’d come straight to their house to practice since she hadn’t been able to before.
She’d also been nervous about performing the dance for Cruz because what if he didn’t like it? It must have been visible on her face because Paetyn had reassured her that he would love it, even though he hadn’t seen it after he’d helped her measure. Erin wanted Cruz to be the first to witness it since it was his birthday.
It didn’t matter how much she’d practiced, though. There was still the possibility of messing up or falling. She quickly shook the thought from her head and spun around the pole. Aware of the heavy gaze of those gray eyes on her.
