XXX Chronicles

Chapter 13

Where in the hell was Madame?  I was getting sick and tired of her little cat and mouse game.  Or was it more accurate to call her an elegant spider sitting in her glittering net? And sure enough, dummy me had traipsed right into it. Actually, things weren’t quite that easy.  My rash decision of running over here in the middle of the night after the wedding might just have something to do with it. 

Or did it? On second thought, this was all Lisa’s fault. Man- how did she do it? How did she manage to make me lose my head like that? Again?  All I had wanted to do was talk to her.

Oh yeah, that’s why you asked her to meet you in that back room. A room you had scouted out before to make sure it was private. So you could talk…possibly with your penis.

No! Okay, well, maybe I had planned to kiss her. To make her admit how she felt about me. That she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.  That that silly game her of her draping herself over lover boy was having zero effect on me.

Yeah, right.

Part of the truth was, it drove me absolutely nuts to imagine what she might do with him. On the other hand, if he was all that in the sack, why was she going for self-service with a camera? 

So, yeah, I meant to have her alone. Well, not ‘have her” have her: I wanted to be able to talk. Maybe to kiss her…possibly to cop one little feel… And then I had managed to do so much more.  I still could barely comprehend we had fumbled around like teens…getting each other off…and man, how delicious it had felt. 

Two fireworks being shot off into the universe: kindled by lust and anger.  At first I had been horrified when she had walked in on Diana and me. Then it actually turned out to be the ignition key I had been looking for to make Miss Presley lose her cool.

Not that I had planned on Diana stalking me. But I should have known better. She said she wanted to talk.  My ass. She had spoken in all kinds of languages with her greedy fingers all night. 

“Michael…You are driven tonight.  There is something about you…something new. It’s almost like you are distracted…from me?”

It was real’ comical that that was a question to her. Like it had never really occurred to her that anyone alive would not see her as the center of this and all other universes.

So, she had done what all predators do: when the prey doesn’t willingly wander into the food trap, the game becomes the main attraction.  She smelled my interest might be under some other woman’s skirt. Any normal woman would either be huffing about, or read the sign correctly, attempt to preserve her dignity, and take a flying leap. Nope- not my Diana. She got turned on.  Nothing got her pussy juices flowing like the challenge of proving that she could have any man, anywhere, at any time. The attack came not totally unprovoked, but that wasn’t the stunner. What shocked the daylights out of me was that I found I was not interested in her game.

So I did what I had never really seen as a viable option. I turned her down. 

Her eyes had widened. Disbelief. Amusement. Then anger.

Pressing herself against me, she kissed my neck, her hand snaking between us.

“Dammit! Will you stop it? This ain’t  gon’ happen, D!”