Forbidden Pleasures

10

Carmen

Surprisingly I didn't have to work today. I was going to spend the whole day in, but Justin wanted to take me shopping. It was something to condo why not. Besides this will give me a chance to dress him. We're not together, but if he's gonna be my man he's gonna learn how to dress inside and out of work. He's not doing a bad job but, he can do better. Especially rolling around with me. He better get up on his labels. Calvin Klein, Giorgio Armani, Versace. Whew, I have a lot of work to do.

"Baby what's wrong with the way I dress?" he asks me.

"Nothing, you can just do better. Don't worry I'm about to hook you up." He looks rather annoyed. I cup his cheek. "Aww baby don't do that. Smile."

"Gimmie a kiss and I will." he says, leaning towards me.

I lean forward. Once our lips touch he hungrily attacks my mouth. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, try to be dominant. I gave it right back to him. I'm the one that's in control. I'm never the submissive. Ever. I run this show, you're just a co-star.

He breaks the kiss, panting and wanting more.

"What's the last thing you ate? You tongue tastes really sweet." I ask.

"You." he answers simply.

"Stop being nasty and come on here." I say, walking into another clothing store. Nasty ass. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it though.

I got Justin fitted for a few custom suits, and I going over fabrics for his ties. I'm thinking silk and satin. After this I can buy myself some more clothes.

After his measurements were taken, we decided to browse around the store a little while longer. I wasn't getting fitted for anything, so it didn't make me any different.

"I was thinking about going to see a movie tonight. Maybe grab some dinner afterwards." he pokes.

"Is that an invitation?" I ask. I just wanna fool with him. I know he's asking me out.

"Yes it is. Would you like to join me?" his voice full of seduction.

"Sure. I need to get out of the house anyway." that was true. It's very rare that I get much time off, and I'm not trying to stay at home.

Once we got into the theater we sat at the very top seats. I've been wanting to see this movie to see what all the buzz is about. I've read all the books because Amari talked me into it. Yes, I'm talking about no other than Fifty Shades of Grey. The books weren't my cup of tea to be honest. People act like they never heard of Zane. Shit, I can name a few authors I love to read Cairo, Noire, Nisa Santiago, and KiKi Swanson, Ashley &JaQuavis. All of their stories give me life, but I think the younger crowd is ready to this rather than the older ones. I'll try it though. I take a bite of my nachos. I have to go all out whenever I go to the movies. I have my nachos, sugar babies, skittles, a green slushy, and of course popcorn. All of this stuff is to share between Justin and me. Shit, I'm not skin and bones, there is a reason why when I walk my booty claps. My hips are wide, I have a small gut(more like a pouch), full breasts, and thick thighs. I love my body, I'm just working on losing this pouch.

Justin grabs my hand.

"The movie hasn't even started yet." I tell him.

"I know. What, I can't hold your hand?" he jokes. I laugh before snatching my hand back.

"No." I proceed not to look at the screen. Holding in my laugh after getting a glimpse of his face.

We walk out of the theater and over to his car. After watching the movie, I know what it was that people came to this movie for. The sex. Nobody came for the storyline at all. My opinion of the movie? Just like the books, nit my cup of tea.

We slide into Justin's car, I put my snacks on the floor. I take a sip of my half melted slushy.

"So does the movie give you any ideas." Justin asks. I look over at him.

"I remember we had a BDSM relationship for a while. But you were the one that wanted to take shit to far and almost padded me in front of my friends." I say thinking of that day.

"You were talking out of order and it needed to be addressed." he said.

"Mhm, and I addressed a rock right upside your head too." I say. Automatically Justin's hand goes up to feel the back if his head. I had knocked his ass out cold. Then I went on with normal conversation with my friends as he lay there "resting".

"We should try it again." he says while pulling of into the road.

"So you want to be the submissive boo?" my statement is full of sarcasm.

"No, you're the submissive. I'm always the dominant. The only one that x an handle you in bed and make you feel like you don't need control." he say.

"Well I tell you what, let me run some hot wax on you." I tease.

A shiver runs down his back. "You know I love that shit.", he says.

"I know, which is exactly why you're not getting it. It was fun while it lasted but, no thank you. I stopped submitting to you a long time ago." the last part came out a little more harsh than I met for it to.

"You mad?" I arch my eyebrows.

"No, why? You feeling some type of way?" I shoot back.

We pull up to my house. Something is a little off. I have an eerie feeling like I shouldn't step foot outside of this car. I look at my front door and that's when I see it. The window is busted open. Somebody broke into my damn house!

I race to my front door. I stepped on something soft. I carefully pick it up. A single Orange Lily. This flower represents jealousy. Why would someone be jealous of me?

Justin comes in afterwards, stepping on the broken glass. He switches on the light. My whole house is trashed.

"What the Hell?!" I turn my head to see a message clearly meant for me. Written in red lipstick.

DEATH TO CARMEN