Page 54 of Free-Falling
I turn to face him. “Yes, sir, Mr. environmentalist.” I wink at him.
He takes in my entire outfit. From my sparkling diamond studded dress that stopped mid-thigh. I give Jagger time to inspect the entire thing. From the skinny straps to the semi-deep V-neck and the low back exposure. The icing on the cake was my love for splits. The dress’s split rode high on the left stopping at my waist. It’s snug enough that I won’t get too exposed and thanks to the three diamond-studded chains holding the front and back of the dress, isn’t falling apart. I completed the look with a faux-fur coat wearing it just up to my elbows so it can drape behind me. I watch as Jagger looks all the way to my open toe heels that match the dress.
He looks back up at me with such pronounced lust in his eyes, there’s nothing more I can say. That radiant smile of his hasn’t disappeared, not once since I told him the news. “Come to me, baby.” Jagger says.
I bite my lip as I take the short steps left to him. “You like?” I tease.
“You’ve lost your fucking mind, but baby, I love.” He says, and then he cups my face in his hands. “I think it’s the first time I’ve ever seen you with your hair pulled back in a low bun. You look stunning. I see every part of your face.”
“Thank you.” I say.
“Come with me, let’s sit and enjoy ourselves. Maybe thrown in a lap dance or two for your sugar daddy.” Jagger teases.
I laugh, shaking my head but following his lead.
I sit on Jagger’s lap while enjoying myself and the music, we’ve been here waiting for my cousin to show up but she hasn’t been spotted yet. So in the meantime, both Jagger and I, are sober. He decided not to drink so I wouldn’t feel alone. His hand roams at the split in my dress, every once in a while he yanks at the faux diamond embroidered strings keeping my dress from becoming an open at the sides t-shirt.
I swat his hand. “Stop that. You’ll rip it apart.”
Jagger discreetly slips his fingers through the same strings and touches my clit. His back is now closer than before as he whispers in my ear. “How kinky can you get with sex, baby?”
“Depends. What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“You ever want to tie somebody up?”
“Like you want me to tie you up?” I turn my head to look at him.
He leans in so close as he plays with my clit. “Yesss,” he hisses like a snake. “You ever think about tying my wrists up and riding me until you pass out? I ever show you just how strong my lower body is and how I can fuck you with my wrists constricted?”
I shudder as he increases the speed. The thought of Jagger at my mercy turns me on even more. “I want to try it. Do you have a safe word, Jagger?”
Jagger dips his head lower and peers up at me through his lashes. He grins like a fool, biting his bottom lip. “Lesson six, I don’t believe in safe words. It’s called control. Promise me you’ll do your worst to me though. I love pain, I thrive off it and don’t worry. pretty baby… I’ll lead and you follow.”
I don’t get a chance to respond as Jagger kisses me while I cum. In a public place… at a damned club.
Jagger pulls away for a second and whispers in my ear. “The next time you so much as step out of any home with this shit on and your pussy close to being exposed, I’m burning every dress that has a split. Got it?”
I giggle. “Talk dirty to me again, Jags.”
Jagger breaks his resolve and laughs. He tugs at my earlobe and kisses my neck. “Seems like Mikonos found your cousin and he does not look happy.”
I didn’t move until the sneaky bastard Jagger cleans me up, discreetly. After that I take a deep breath and look into the signature Bishops gray eye color. For a second, Guinevere looks startled until she recognizes me.
“Ainsy?” She calls me a childhood nickname that makes me smile.
I stand. Nodding, not realizing how much I seriously looked forward to this moment. I take the brief steps to her and pull her in for a hug. In heels, Guinevere and I were the same height.
“Guiny.” I hold her tight to me as she hugs me right back.
It’s crazy how we haven’t seen each other for so long, but once we get into that familiar hug, it reminds us how much we loved each other. Guinevere was like my sister, I used to call her my twin all the time because we were the same age but born different months.
“Ainsy, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” She holds me tight to her. She’s sniffling.
I get out of the hug and take a good look at her. My cousin’s golden honey hued skin tone looks paper than usual. Her curly black hair has seen better days, and she looks too thin. What is going on? “Guiny, what gives? When Mikonos said he saw you, I wasn’t sure but now,” I fight back tears looking up at the ceiling then back at her. “I’m so happy it’s you.”
Guinevere looks around, behaving suspiciously. “I’m happy to see you too even though Mikonos, the irritating leech hasn’t changed a bit. He’s a damned bully and threatened me to walk over here or else.”
I glare at Mikonos for threatening Guinevere and Mikonos glares right back. He isn’t a fan of extractions. I caress her cheek. “You look scared, Guiny. What is happening?”
