Page 22 of Lie with Me
“CJ,” I heave, as he continues to deliberately assault me, leading me blindly to the edge.
“Shhhh, shortcake.” He hums seductively in my ear.
I grab his wrist, but that doesn’t dissuade him.
“Watch,” he orders.
I fight to turn my full attention back to the stage, where the woman is nearly naked now. Only a black thong and nipple tassels left on her body. She’s beautiful—blonde and curvy with an air of innocence.
A virgin sacrifice? Possibly.
Maybe she’s just a woman with dark desires that she’s afraid to set loose. Or afraid to embrace because, to some, they’d be deemed wrong. She’d be judged. I really can’t decipher. The only thing I do know is the man is stripping away her inhibitions the same way CJ is stripping away mine. My whole body starts to tighten and my pussy twinges with a delicious pain.
Oh, fuck.
I watch the theatrics on stage as the scene comes to acrescendo. The male performer drops to his knees and buries his face right between the tethered woman’s thighs, draping one leg over his shoulder. The lights flash as bright as daylight and the music hits a high note as she seemingly screams with pleasure. I almost come right along with her but crash and burn instead as CJ removes his finger.
I suck in air to avoid passing out.
As stealthy as a cat, he takes the finger that was just submerged inside me, dips it into his glass left only with a tiny bit of scotch, and then sucks it into his mouth.
“Mmm . . .” He savors as the lights go up. “My two favorite flavors. Macallan and you.”
I just sit there frozen in my chair, a wet achy mess.
“Are you ready to beg yet, shortcake?” He taunts me.
Yes,relentlessly. But I won’t tell him that. Instead, I grin and lean into him. “Not even close. Is that all you got?”
CJ’s big brown eyes sharpen.
“The night is just beginning,” he assures me darkly. “Time to eat.” He stands up and holds out his hand. I notice the way he conceals the bulge in his pants with his sports jacket.
“You going to be able to handle that all night?” I stand as well, pressing myself against him deliberately to rub against his stiff cock.
“You have no clue what I can handle.” He nips at me inconspicuously then spins me around, walking close behind me as we retrieve our coats and leave the building.
It’s freezing outside, the wind whipping up between the buildings as we hurry to the car. If I didn’t love Christmas time in New York so much, I would consider moving to Hawaii with Ellie. I could do without winter.
Once inside the car and shielded from the elements, I decide it’s time for a little revenge. That stunt CJ pulled during the burlesque show left a lingering effect. Just as he intended. But I’m not one to let things slide—in these kinds of instances anyway. I cuddle up next to him, lightly kissing his neck and caressing his chest, subtle with the affection.
He moans softly and palms my ass with one hand.
“I enjoyed the show. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He closes his eyes and tips his head back giving me full access to his neck. I don’t apply any more pressure or move my hand from his chest, only continuing with the sweet ministrations.
“What was your favorite part?” I ask.
“The black widow,” CJ responds with a devious smile. He’s referring to an act where one of the performers stripped down to this spider web looking outfit. Black leather crisscrossed all over her body, barely covering her most private parts. It was definitely erogenous, and the woman knew how to work up a crowd. She was so raw and carnal she had me questioning my own sexuality for a moment.
“We should get you an outfit like that,” CJ muses.
“Oh, yeah?” That is exactly the opening I need. “I would definitely strip for you.” I slide my hand down into his pants, going straight for the kill.
“Tara!” CJ twitches as I jerk his cock.
“What?” I go after his mouth, pumping harder.
