Page 90 of The Stallion
Afterourset,Iroughly dried myself off in a rush to get ready, swiftly changing into a loosely buttoned black dress shirt and dark denim jeans.
I skipped over putting on shoes and socks, not needing them for the performance I was about to surprise my sweet girl with.
Once dressed, I hauled ass out of my office and down the hall, not having long to spare between dance sets. When I reached the locker room, I found Bria standing with her back turned to me, facing her locker, with dry clothes in her hands. Without a second to spare, I grabbed her wrist, tearing her away from where she stood.
Bria dropped her clothes, including the towel wrapped around her body. She was still dressed in the lingerie from our last performance, her hair just barely dry.
“Dallas, what the fuck!” I paid her no attention as she hissed at me like a feral cat, baring her teeth while I dragged her down the hall, not letting go for even a second. “Dallas!”
“Shh!” I pressed my index finger firmly against her lips as we stopped just outside the main theater doors. “Trust me.”
She shot me a skeptical scowl with a scoff, rolling her eyes and stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest, not in the least bit amused with how I had handled her.
I’ll admit, I could have been a tad more subtle with the grabbing and the dragging, but we were down to mere minutes before the next set began.
Our set; our dance.
“Wait, how come you got to change and I didn’t? What’s going on, Dallas?”
With a short sigh, I breathed into my palms, warming them up before rubbing them along her biceps, using the friction to warm her up. I saw her skin pebbling from the cool air and a shiver shaking her shoulders.
“I can’t tell you right this second, just—trust me. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
Bria pinched the bridge of her nose and released a heavy, agitated breath before nodding, reluctantly pressing her lips together.My sweet girl should know by now that I am full of surprises, and the best ones are those that piss her off the most.
I started climbing the ladder to the rafters that lined the ceiling, and she followed close behind, wary of where I was taking her.
When I had reached the top, I paused, turning back to help her onto the platform, before gesturing silently across to where the pool was stored when we weren’t performing our routine.
Bria shook her head nervously, peering down at the dancers entertaining the crowd. I didn’t know if she had a fear of heights, but I could feel the anxiety radiating off of her.
Crouching forward, I cupped her face with gentle hands and pulled her attention to focus on me.
“You can do this, sweet girl. All you have to do is crawl across this ledge to that circular platform and relax.” I nudged my head toward the dark velvet, padded platform I had designed to imitate a bed. The theater contractors installed it early this morning, specifically for this surprise.
“You’re fucking insane.” She growled at a whisper level before getting down on all fours and swiftly crawling her way across the ledge.
“I love you, too.” I chuckled under my breath, following closely behind until she was safely on the platform, looking far more relieved than earlier.
With both of us in place, I stood up, pulling two ropes down from a long metal bar. The ropes were secured in a single loop on either end, mimicking a double swing.
Bria eyed me attentively as I set everything up and got myself into position. I lay back in the ropes using it like a hammock, with one loop supporting my back under my armpits and the other around my ankles.
I glanced over at my wife, who stared at me in wide-eyed awe. Her hand reached out to touch the velvet ropes, the same shade of deep purple as the bed, and examined the harness from top to bottom.
The room below us went dark, leaving only a dim blue lighting to illuminate the space as the harness and the bed began lowering in time with one another.
“Trouble” by Camylio started playing through the speakers as we descended, and I sent my wife a brief wink with a proud as fuck smirk, knowing that this was throwing her off her game. My heart began accelerating for a dance I had spent tireless hours over the week perfecting—just for her.
Without skipping a beat, Bria hoisted herself on top of my body, nearly winding me as she unexpectedly stepped directly on my abs before climbing up the ropes.A subtle and yet not-so-subtle gesture. I deserved that. Can’t blame a guy for trying.
As we reached the halfway point of descending to the stage, she spread her legs into the splits above me before lowering herself down and resting her body along mine.
I could feel myself growing hard as she teasingly ground against me, leaning over to brush a palm along my cheek with an affectionate touch, returning my smug wink right back at me before gracefully rolling forward off my body, and lowering herself onto the bed.
I rolled myself in the ropes to face her, now below me. Pushing myself back, I gripped her thighs and pressed a gentle kiss to her stomach. Bria lifted her upper body to follow me, caressing my face with her palms before arching her spine and lowering back down while I brushed up her body and spun to hover in the opposite direction.
I knew she would fit into this routine without the need for practice. She was a natural and could read me better than anyone else. Her cues were unplanned and unexpected, making this first performance one I will remember well past tonight.
