The Lady in Red

Part of the Game

Nat wakes up to her phone ringing. Her blurry eyesight hinders her ability to read the caller ID on her screen, but after a few seconds it clears and she sees his name. Adam. She thought she'd pissed him off after their last encounter, considering he hadn't talked to her in a couple of days.

       She lets her head fall back against the pillow as she answers, "Hey, stranger."

       "Hey. I'm sorry I haven't called in a few days. I've been busy. But I've also been thinking about you if that helps at all," Adam teases.

       "It helps a little," she purses her lips, "But you still need to make up for lost time. Can't lie, I thought I pissed you off or something."

       "Oh, you definitely did. But I plan on punishing you for it, so be prepared."

       Nat lets out a breathy chuckle, "Oh? Are you gonna spank me, daddy?"

Silence lingers on the other end for a moment.

       "Something like that. Can I take you out tonight?"

       "Oh, I don't know. I'm a busy gal, I got lots of things on my agenda. Lemme check my calendar and see if I can fit you in or not," she checks an invisible calendar. "I can move some things around for you. What time were you thinking?"

       "Be ready by eight," a playful tone demands.

They hang up and she stares at the ceiling, thinking of how he's going to punish her later. She can't explain the chemistry between them. Excitement rushes through her veins when she thinks of him, and when she remembers the things he's done to her already. He's an expert with his mouth and just as skilled with his fingers, as if she's a piano he's played for years. His touch leaves her wanting more. He leaves her a shaking mess, like he loves watching her come undone. That's alright, because she liked watching him unravel days ago when she kicked him out of her apartment. Part of her wishes she hadn't; that she had let him ravish her and tear her apart. However, she loves the game they're playing and she's determined to win.

She feels heat build between her legs as she thinks of him bending her over the back of her couch and tearing her lingerie off. Slowly, her fingers trail down to her folds. Her wetness pools as she plays with her entrance and gently rubs her clit. She closes her eyes and imagines the head of his cock playing with her entrance instead of her fingers. She rubs in circular motions, wanting his member to be the one entering her and then pounding into her, over and over again. Her fingers work in and out of her while she thinks of how hard he would be for her. Her pace quickens and it doesn't take her long to reach the edge. It never does when she's alone, though, because as much as she loves men, no one can fuck her like she fucks herself. Her insides pulsate when she rubs her clit with her palm harder, faster, while her middle and ring finger slide in and out of herself. She holds her breath when finally, her build up becomes too much. Images of him cumming inside her grants her the final release she seeks. She holds her breath and moans as her muscles contract- her legs stiffen and her stomach tightens for a few blissful seconds. Stars and black spots cloud her vision as she inwardly explodes. When she comes back down from her climax high, her body is spent and she feels ready for another nap. Her hand searches for a discarded t-shirt on the floor beside the bed, and with it, she wipes up her mess and lays back down to relax, her mind still wandering and daydreaming about Adam.

Nat lets her mind wander further as sleep drags her back from consciousness. Another nap would kill some time, and when she wakes back up, she'll only have a few more hours to wait to see her little tease.

Hours later, Nat and Adam are dressed to impress and are sitting across from each other at the restaurant. It's an elegant Italian establishment. Red and gold themes dance across the furniture and walls- creating an air of class in the surrounding atmosphere. They share heated glances and pretend not to think about what they really want to be doing. They've spent the night asking about each others' days and making small talk.