Page 77 of Fair Trade
Now it’s right before nine p.m., and I know Nick is here, because I can hear him humming happily around the house. Most likely trying to lure me out of my hidey-hole to gloat about his sexual abilities.
And even though I want to fold like a cheap lawn chair, I promised myself I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Now that’s a good wife.
I need to channel the woman I was the night we met. The one who had no issue taking charge and telling him exactly what I wanted instead of looking like a deer in headlights the moment I felt his lips where I needed him most.
I may be fighting a losing battle, but I’ll be damned if I just roll over and give in to Nick because he willed me to.
I run my hands down my skin-tight black dress. It dips in the front, showing more than a hint of cleavage. It hugs my curves in all the right places before opening to a small slit above my knees. The dress looks much shorter paired with my sky-high silver heels. It’s much more revealing than anything I’d usually wear, but tonight I’m not pulling any punches when it comes to taunting my husband.
He knows dirty talk is my weakness, and he expertly used it until I was spread across my desk in a heap of orgasmic bliss. Long forgotten were any of my reasons as to why having sex with him was dangerous.
But now he’s awakened every sexual desire buried within me, and the petty part of me feels like it’s only right for him to suffer a bit for breaking down my walls.
I tell myself that I put on the sheer red lingerie as a further way to stick it to him, but if I’m being honest, I hope to drive him wild enough to rip it off my body when I get home.
The sound of my heels on the main floor catches Delilah’s attention. She lets out an excited bark before abandoning her dog bed in the living room.
Nick’s back is to me as he sits on the couch, swirling the scotch around his glass. I can feel his smugness radiating off him from here. “Ah, has my dear wife finally come out of hiding? I swear I don’t bite… unless you ask me very nicely—” He turns to face me, only to freeze on the spot.
I point at his face. “Your jaw, Lucifer. Might want to close it so all that drool doesn’t make a mess of your expensive Persian rug.”
He snaps his mouth closed and darts to his feet. He drops his glass on a side table haphazardly as he eats up the distance between us, a satisfied smile blooming on his face. “My, my, my. All this for me? Come on, give me a little spin.” He lifts my hand above me, and I give him a little twirl.
“You like?” I ask innocently.
His eyes are too busy undressing me to notice the act I’m putting on, and it’s going to make leaving him tonight that much sweeter.
“Yes, I like it very much. Where did you buy this dress? Doesn’t matter. I want twelve of them.” His hands reach for my waist, but I smack them away.
“Nuh-uh-uh. You’re gonna have to keep your hands to yourself, Mr. Stonehaven. Because your wife is going out tonight.”
His head jerks back. “Wait. You’releaving? Now? Dressed like that?” His voice raises slightly, almost frantic.
I fake pout. “Aw, what’s wrong with how I’m dressed? I thought that you liked it.” I cross my arms under my chest, purposely lifting my breasts in the process.
Nick’s eyes steal a quick peek before they meet mine and narrow. “What are you playing at, Angel?”
I shrug. “Not a single thing. Going out with my girls tonight. I’m in need of a strong, hard cock…tail.” I lick my lips and smile.
He releases a dry laugh as he points up and down at me. “Oh, I see. Is this supposed to be some kind of roleplay? Because I think all participants involved are supposed to know they’re playing before you go and almost give a man a stroke by dressing like sin.”
I lean down and give Delilah a nice pat, knowing damn well I’m exposing my lingerie in the process. I keep my eyes trained on him and see the moment he notices what lies beneath my dress. I swear the man stops breathing. “You be a good girl for daddy tonight.” I bite my lip. “Okay, Delilah?”
The cute pup gives a happy yelp while her father seems on the brink of a nervous breakdown.
His hands go to the top of his head. “Wh-where are you ladies going? I’ll drive you! Um, wait here and I’ll get my—” A knock stops Nick from his frenzied movements.
I move closer to him. “Oh, did I forget to mention I hired a car service? It’s the responsible thing to do since we never know how wild we’ll get when we’re out on the town.” I place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lip and back away before he has the chance to grab a hold of me. “Whoops, I got some lipstick on you.” I lick my thumb seductively, then smear the dark red lipstick further into his skin. “Oh man, you might want to take care of that yourself.” I say as I take a step back and look pointedly at the bulge forming in his pants. “The lipstick, I mean.”
I turn and make my way to the door, not wanting to keep my driver waiting any longer. Halfway there, I hear Nick’s sinister laugh behind me.
“When you walk out that door, know that you’ve started a game you won’t win. You really think you can out seduce me? I’ll have you rethinking your decisions and begging me to stop making you come if you keep this up.”
I don’t consider that a hardship.
I simply shrug and peer over my shoulder as I open the front door. “I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. I seemed to have picked up a few new tricks. I guess that’s what happens when you’re married to the devil.”
