SIDE EFFECTS OF THE GRIN-OF-PLEASURE

You decide to go shopping for that lingerie Kate approved of. If you were going to attempt to seduce Christian Grey in the hopes of winning this bet you may as well go all out, right? After you told Kate your plans of being a temptress she demanded that you wear the lacy lust magnet she showed you last time, refusing to take no for an answer. It was a good idea anyway, knowing clumsy ‘ole you, you needed all the influential forces on your side as possible.

‘Wear crotch-less underwear!’ Kate texted while you were perusing.

‘Crotch-less? Are you kidding!? Hell-to-the-no, Kate.’ You bolt out of the store as soon as you buy the lingerie.

You decide to wait until nightfall to strike. Oh, jeez, listen to yourself, you sound like you’re part of a platoon ready to attack. Well, you hope Christian will do most of the shooting. You arrive at his place, late and ready. You called before (using Kate’s cell because yours was still back at Christian’s) to see if he’d definitely be there, sure enough, he was. Perfect timing.

You stand waiting, after knocking on the door, wearing a long black coat over the sexiest dress you could find, short and tight, and the most expensive sultry perfume you owned. You want the entire cosmos on your side, anything to bring out the seduction prowess that you hope is lurking inside you.

“Hi,” Christian said as soon as he opened the door, shirtless as usual, but hey, that’s one step done for you, “come in.”

“Thank you.” You put on your best catwalk show.

You go straight to his bedroom without looking back to see if he was following or confused. You needed him to follow you without question, to do that, you needed to act like it was imperative to have your conversation (if any) in there.

You sit on the end of his bed. You cross your stockinged legs one over the other and lean back slightly, resting most of your weight on your hands. Just as you had hoped, Christian comes into the room soon after, carrying your cell and, by the looks of it, clearly wondering what was going on.

He settles on a velvety armchair in front of you, holding out your phone. “Looking for this? It kept going off by the way. It was kind of bugging me.”

Great, the last thing you needed was to be thinking about how much you made Jose worry about you while you have sex with Christian. What a turn on!

You hold out your hand, palm up. “Thank you.”

Christian smiles and scoots a little closer. You move your leg to the side a bit, and you see his eyes skid your garter, catching his attention. His eyes swiftly raise up to yours, this time it looked like he was putting a lot more effort into not looking down.

Christian clears his throat. “You’re welcome.”

You morph your face into sexy-time while putting your phone on the bed, circling your index finger on the linen. “Is there anything I can do for you, in return?” You flashed him your ‘grin-of-pleasure’.

You and your friends used to talk about how in movies, to seduce a man the women would sometimes throw them what you all now call, a ‘grin-of-pleasure’; where it kind of looks like the woman’s about to do something very, very bad, during or after they have sex. Maybe she’ll do the most unexpected, kinkiest thing ever, and that was a warning. To put it simply, a luring tactic. Of course men have their fair share of showcasing the ‘grin-of-pleasure’. Take Jack Nicholson, for example, in The Witches of Eastwick, and throughout his entire life!

Christian shakes his head. “What do you mean?”

You see his mouth twitch and giggle. You uncross your legs and stand before him, he watches as you unravel the belt of your coat and drop the cover on the floor. Then you pull your dress all the way down, together with the coat it made a small pile on the floor. His eyes widen as his mouth turns into an O-shape, it was as if he was trying to say something but couldn’t. You smile proudly. The student has become the master, my friend!

“Umm…uhh…you’re naked,” Christian manages to say.                

“Not yet I’m not,” you say as you get onto your knees, unbuckling the belt of his jeans.

His fingers firmly grip the edge of the seat, so hard you can practically see his bones protruding from underneath his skin, making the surface even whiter. He squirms a bit, trying to get up and finally succeeding. You pretend to pout.

“What are you doing?” he asks in a shaky voice.

You stand. “I’m making up for all the trouble I put you through,” you say in the most innocent voice you could muster. “Don’t you want any?”

He laughs again, nervously. “So our bet’s off?”

“Nope,” you giggle, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him.

You begin kissing his neck and licking and nibbling on his ear. He moans and wriggles underneath you to your every touch, his reaction is such a turn on it starts to get you a little warm. You grind against his hard cock, the excitement prominent through his jeans. You start trailing down his neck to lick his nipples and his sensational, rock-hard abs, and he moans even louder.

“Oh, yeah,” he breathes, “that feels so good.”

You smile. The entire time you kiss him you didn’t realised that he hadn’t yet touched you.

“Waiting for an invitation?” You ask, seeing the impatience in his eyes.

His eyebrows pull together. “What?”

“Touch me,” you whisper into his ear, allowing your lips to lightly graze the lobe.

You run your hand down to his groin and squeeze him only for a moment.

“Oh!” he moans in response, “I can’t, you’ll win. I know what you’re trying to do. It won’t work.” He closes his eyes, inhaling vehemently through his nose, and says, almost like a chant in an effort to convince himself, “It won’t work, it won’t work.”

“So stop me,” you tease. You put your hand underneath his jeans and grab him again. This time you feel the intensity of how thick and hard he is. He thrusts his pelvis into your hand, urging you on, wanting more.

“I don’t want to,” he breathes. “I want you so badly, it’s killing me right now.”

You smile proudly knowing that you are on your way to victory. On your way to winning this bet. You were on your way to a nice vacation, already debating what place you felt like going to, and who you were going to bring. Everything was going according to plan.

But…it seems this year was not going to be a lucky year with Christian for you, because neither Christian nor you even heard the front door opening. So when the maid sprung into his room, pretty much all set and ready to work, Christian, from pure shock, flung himself up quickly, head-butting you.

And you black out.