Page 33 of His Secure Embrace
He’s at work and I figured I’d go home and live in the place I’m paying rent at, but this shit is for the birdsssssss
TAVA:
Girl, surprise him, so when he gets home, you’re waiting in his bed for him.
ME:
You know what, you might be on to something.
I hopped out of bed, ignoring the steady stream of text messages from my girls. Tava had given me a great idea. I would pay for a ride, use the key James had given me on the tenth day of my three-week stay at his home, and get comfortable. I’d behis pleasant surprise when he walked into the house after a long night at the club.
“What should I put on for my man? He’s had me cornrows and black body wave for three weeks. It’s time to switch it up.” I looked at myself in the mirror and did a three sixty. I examined my body and decided tonight I would be his naughty girl.
An hour later, my bag had a fresh arrangement of clothes, shoes, my hard drives for work, and a few items to add to our fun in bed. I pulled on a pair of biker shorts and a graphic tee to get me over to James’s house, then I would put on a sexy black lingerie set. I set the plan, and now all I needed was to execute.
“Brielle.”
The gentle voice lulled me awake. My eyes lifted and adjusted to the darkness in the room. I didn’t account for the fact James’s sheets would be soft, warm, and cozy when I lay in bed to wait for him when I arrived. I had fallen asleep and didn’t get to greet him like I wanted to.
“James. I wanted to surprise you with my presence.”
“I am thoroughly surprised. I didn’t see your car when I pulled up. Thought you were Goldilocks, and I was gon’ have to empty the clip on your ass.”
I laughed at him calling me Goldilocks because I’d pulled out my 613 blonde wig. The straight hair looked like it was coming right out of my scalp by the way I installed the unit. I had done a full face of makeup as well. I wanted to be his naughty girl but had ended up a sleepy girl instead. Hopefully, he wasn’t too tired to flip me and fill me with the dick.
“Not load the choppa and let it rain. James, please. I ordered a ride to drop me off.”
He chuckled. “On everything I love. But you need to answer this next question carefully.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and a serious expression pulled at his sexy ass features.
“What?”
“Did you wear this lil outfit on the ride you booked?” He furrowed his eyebrows as his lips tugged into a deep frown. His eyes perused my frame.
“If I did? What would you do?” I smirked as I sat up in bed and eyed him mischievously.
“You want to play with me?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“Brielle.” The look on his face said I was in danger of being taught a lesson. The tone told me he wasn’t in a playful mood. Unfortunately for him, I was.
“What would you do if I told you I had this lingerie set on and the driver bent me over the back seat and—ooo shit!”
James was on me faster than I could blink. His hands had wrapped around me as he pinned me to the mattress.
“I look like the type of nigga to play about shit like this?”
“Well, maybe I want to be punished. Sometimes a girl wants to be handled by her man after pushing his buttons.”
“You want me to bend you over the back seat of my truck?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“C’mon. I’ll make sure you know not to play like this again.”
He picked me up—all two hundred and seventy-five pounds—and carried me through the house to the front door.
“James! You’re really going to fuck me in the driveway?” I asked in disbelief.
