On His Terms

○×37 part 1: seduction plans & turn ons○×

<Teasing him until the beast awakens>

|Jadesola|

"DRESS UP?" Kian quizzed in an incredulous voice, skeptic. His petrified frame was still midway inside the room and out the door.

Turning away to the mirror, I asked in a breezy tone, like this was the norm and we were a normal couple on our honeymoon, "Yes, dress up. Got anything wrong with that?"

He didn't reply, a shaky puff of breath escaping him. Shrouding a smirk, I grabbed an oversize shirt, his, and slid my arms into it, leaving the buttons unfastened. Remnants of the cologne sprayed on his shirt, spicy and earthy swirled around me, my nipples prodding the material and a chilly air wafting onto my exposed torso and pussy.

My neck angled back. He still stood, shock written clearly on his face. Here I was, the lady who'd flared at him hours earlier, naked in his shirt. But I had to give him brownie points though. The damned man had bolted his eyes shut.

I couldn't have that now, could I? No. I needed him to watch me intently. Just like he'd done at my cousin's wedding.

Rotating on the balls of my feet, certain that my feminine wares were displayed, I sashayed up to him with slow, suggestive steps.

"Welcome husband." I leaned forward on tiptoes and kissed his cheeks, soft.

Kian went rigid, the tray he gripped, shaking slightly. Heavy tension seeped out of his pores, his well-defined jaw ticking furiously.

The urge to snicker flooded me but I clamped down on the feeling. While I had a hunch I would be smirking frequently tonight, I still had to act the part of a clueless wife who needed her husband's help.

I knitted my brows together in a frown, except that he didn't notice with his vision deprived. "We don't want strangers leering at your naked wife, Kian. You forgot to close the door."

He started to shift back, but I wound my wrists around his and urged him out of the doorway. "Don't worry, I'll do it." My voice came out in a low, throaty whisper. Then I inclined forward and shut the door, brushing my breasts across his heaving chest. That action had two effects, one desired. The other, terribly undesired. The former being, a muffled groan escaping Kian's open lips and the latter, my nipples swelling in response.

Fuck. I gave him a small berth, loathing my body. The last strategy of the plan was to get aroused.

This, letting my fingers linger on him, had taken me a great deal of courage. When he was gone after dropping me off earlier, I'd skimmed through a lot of seduction videos, moves that would leave him thirsty. So I wasn't backing down because of my body's response. It was like modeling in the nude except that there was no camera, just one audience.

Kian cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for not knocking. If I had an idea that you were changing, I would have stayed out for a while."

His obtuseness was frustrating and I rolled my eyes heavenwards. "Well, thank God you didn't."

"Uhm, I don't know about that Jadesola." He began to reverse, seeking for an escape from me. "I'll just drop this here and leave."

"No," I cut in a sharp voice, quick and fixed myself between him and the door, effectively blocking his escape. Now standing behind him, I looped my arms around his abdomen and pressed my body to his, the frictional sensation of rubbing my chest against him sending tingles to my aching breasts. I ignored the feeling. "You're not leaving. What part of watching me dress up did you not understand?"

"Jadesola?" Shock laced in his gruff voice. He probably thought I was bipolar.

"Yes?" I chirped and carressed his abs through his tightly fitted shirt, gentle. Sensual.