Page 91 of The Stallion
Giving myself momentum to swing, I pressed myself forward until my palms met my hips before letting go with a hard pull back. I extended my hands out and reached for my sweet girls’ hands as I passed by her head, and she stretched hers to meet them.
When our palms touched, I stopped myself from swinging back by firmly gripping the platform's edge.
Lowering my face to hers, I smiled lovingly as I dipped my head to whisper alongside her ear,“This right here is all for you, my sweet, pretty girl.”
I could see her eyes flare from my words, the beautiful amber shade glowing as she beamed and reached up to run her fingers along the underside of my jaw. She left me with a passionate kiss before I let go and swung back in the direction I had come.
Halfway, I gripped onto the bed's fabric before spinning clockwise, the harness lifting me away from Bria as I continued to use the momentum I had established to twirl my body in the ropes.
I released one of my legs, swinging it down and back up with a strong kick, before wrapping it inside the rope supporting my chest and pulling it straight down to meet my other ankle, holding tight to one loose strand.
I let myself fall sideways, still spinning, but at a much slower pace, before hoisting my upper body back up and twisting my ankles in the ropes, until I was kneeling in the air with each onewrapped around a single ankle and my hands holding the upper portions nearest the bar.
The abrupt change in position accelerated my spin, and I played into it, bouncing myself up and down as if I were on springs before sinking low and transitioning out of the loops entirely, holding them together as I descended to stand over Bria.
When the ropes were low enough for her to reach in a seated position, she pulled them across her waist, lying back down as I wrapped each leg, and straddled her waist once they were secure.
The harness rose again, taking me with it. When I was high enough away from her, I released my grip and fell forward, hanging upside down like a bat as Bria pushed herself up to tear my shirt off with a mischievous grin. Always so eager to see me shirtless, and stealing another deep kiss before falling back to watch the rest of my performance.
I played with the ropes, performing various tricks and rolls, some more advanced than others, given the time I’d had to practice my new craft.
A few times, I could see my sweet girl running her hands along her body, practically writhing below me. I knew this would be a turn-on for her, and I enjoyed making her squirm for every single second.
With both ropes nestled under my arms from behind, I lowered back down one last time, picking up my sweet girl, and wrapping her legs tightly around my waist before slinging one of the ropes around her back and under her arms, to mirror my position.
As I knew she would, she let herself go with me, falling back with her arms stretched out wide as if she could float or fly.
I held on to her hips and spun our bodies around, gaining enough speed to continue with the motion as we were raised back up to the ceiling for the finale. I could hear my sweet girl giggling, her thighs tensing around my waist as the lights turned low, the music faded out, and the bed followed us shortly after.
When the night was over, Bria ran to meet me at the elevator bay, now fully dressed and grinning uncontrollably from ear to ear.
“That was exhilarating! Incredible!—When—How—” She was breathless from her sprint from the women’s locker room and could barely contain her excitement. Her reaction was everything. “Dallas—”
I claimed her gaping mouth to stop her words and slow her racing mind, my heart beating at almost the same rate. Her body melted into mine just as the elevator chimed, and I backed us into it, not taking my lips off hers, stealing her breath for myself.
I took a blind guess as to which button would take us to the first floor, fuck it, we had all night—forever.
“For me… You choreographed that entire performance for—me?”
For a woman who was never doted on enough, and always deserved so much more.
“With time and practice, that will be our dance—yours and mine. No more water.” I had been looking forward to this moment all week. Seeing the light in her eyes shining bright because of something I had poured my heart and soul into, all for her.
Learning a new technique, spending days and countless hours training and practicing until I was perfect—flawless just like my wife.
“But I love the water.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to compromise and do both routines every night. Think my sweet girl could handle it?”
“Is that a challenge, Ponyboy?”
“Always, wifey.”
Always.
EPILOGUE
Bria
