Follow You Down (19 page)

“Of course I did.”

“You’re lying; Dani thought of it, didn’t she?”

“Well, she might have suggested it, but that’s not the point! The point is, I need you to put the worm in Molly’s ear about Logan, all right?”

“Works for me. Just text me when he leaves for New Orleans and I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks. I’ll be in touch soon.”

I hang up with Ryan and see Dani standing by my front door, purse over her shoulder, and keys in her hand. “Nice plan, Mr. Wade.” I grab my bag with extra clothes in it off the floor by the door and slap her ass before I follow her out. “Why thank you, Red. My girlfriend is pretty smart.”

We both climb in her jeep. “Where to?” She slides her sunglasses on and turns her head toward me.

I place my hand on her bare thigh and run my finger up the edge of her short, blue jean shorts.

“Your apartment. I need to properly thank you for coming up with that ingenious plan.”

Lucas has had a tough week. It’s the beginning of November and he says the closer it gets to Christmas, the busier he is at work. He also is stressing about Logan, so he’s been on edge. He’s been staying with me every night, but the last few days it seems like his mind has been somewhere else. He hasn’t been to Ricky’s all week and he’s usually asleep by the time I come home. Tomorrow is Saturday and he’s headed to New Orleans to see Logan. He’s going to stay the night at a hotel tomorrow, and then see Logan on Sunday.

The plan is for Molly to meet them where they are eating lunch at and convince Logan to come back to Monroe, since she is under the impression he doesn’t plan to come back at all. That’s not true, but she walked into the plan perfectly. She has been an even hotter mess than usual all week, stressing about where Logan is and what he’s doing. She finally admitted that even though she worries she will hurt him, she loves him and needs him back and will do whatever it takes. From my understanding, that involves a guitar and a Justin Timberlake song. I think it’s cute. Lucas told me that if I ever played guitar for him in public, he would act like he didn’t know me. To each his own, I guess.

Most girls cook dinner for their boyfriends when they’ve had a bad day, but I’m not most girls and Lucas is not most boyfriends. Instead of dinner, I’m giving him what I know he really wants.

For the first Friday since what went down with Molly and Brian, I’m off work. And I have big plans for Lucas tonight.

I’m sliding on my shoes when Jasmine walks in. She never knocks anymore, just walks right in, which is okay with me. Except for the time she walked in on Lucas eating me out on the couch. She took it like a champ though. She laughed her ass off, apologized, and left. She still won’t sit on my couch though.

She plops down in the recliner while I look for my keys and phone. “So, what is it you need again?”

“Um, handcuffs, a pair of spiked stilettos, a blindfold, and a corset. Yeah, I think that’s about it.”

“Dude, you’re the best girlfriend ever.”

I laugh and shrug my shoulders. “What can I say, I try.”

We head off to the sex store to get everything I need. Lucas is the kind of man who likes to dominate, it’s in his personality, but tonight I plan to turn the tables on him. Tonight is all about me taking care of him, me dominating him, and I know he will love it.

I buy everything I need, including a pair of sheer black panties to match my new corset.

Once we’re back at my apartment, I start to set up everything in my room. I pull out the silk, black restraints that Lucas has used on me so many times, and tie them to the corners of my bed so they’re ready for later.

“Y’all are into some kinky shit!” Jasmine keeps petting the fur on the handcuffs and rubbing her hands across the silk of the blindfold.

“I wouldn’t say kinky. Just, different. Good different though.”

“Oh, I’ve heard you screaming from down the hall; I know it’s good different.”

I throw a pillow from my bed at her. Smartass.

My laptop rings with a Skype call from my mom and Jasmine answers, “Hey, Gail!”

“Hey, Jasmine, what are you girls doing today?” Once I told my mom about Jasmine, she started Skyping me every time she knew Jasmine would be here. I think my mom is trying to adopt her in some way.

“Oh, ya know,” Jasmine takes a drink of her wine at the same time my mother fills her glass with whisky; they’re pretty much soul mates, “Helping you daughter set up a sex room for her boyfriend. Usual Friday stuff.”

“Damn it, Jasmine. Don’t tell her things like that!”

“What?” She holds up the computer so my mom gets a clear shot of me tying restraints to my bed and can see all the other kinky shit I’ve bought today lying on my bed.”

“Are those handcuffs?”

“They sure are, Gail. Fuzzy handcuffs!”

I steal my laptop away from Jasmine and turn it away from my bed so my mother can’t see anything else. “Sorry, Mom, Jasmine started day-drinking a little too early.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jasmine sticking her tongue out at me before chugging the glass of wine she has in her hand.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t apologize. And you know how I feel about day-drinkin’; it’s never too early to start.”

“Good Lord, woman, how many have you had?”

“Enough to have a buzz so I’m not disturbed by seeing my only child tie sex restraints to her bed.”

“Ugh, Mom. Please, can we not talk about that? Let’s just act like you never saw that. For my sanity, please.”

“All right, all right. How’s Lucas holding up?”

“He’s okay I guess. He’s busy at work and must be stressed about Logan still because he’s been a little edgy over the last few days. I’m hoping tonight will help chill him out some before he drives down to New Orleans.”

“I hope so too, dear. Are you going with him to New Orleans?”

“Nope, I have to work. He should be back Sunday though, if everything goes according to plan.”

“Well, good. Hey, your dad has to go out of town in two weeks for a business trip. I was thinking about coming to stay with you for a few days.”

“That sounds great, Mom! I would love to see you!”

Jasmine runs into my room holding a bottle of wine and a wine opener in her hands. “Gail’s coming?”

“Yeah, she is, in two weeks.”

She jumps up and down. “Yay! Day-drinking all day long!”

“I can’t wait, Jasmine! Hey, Dani, how are your classes going?”

“Oh, my classes, they’re, uh, going.” Yes, my classes are going, but I’m not. I loved them at first, then the tests came, and I just couldn’t bring myself to study. Some may say that’s just laziness, but it really wasn’t. I figured out I’m just not a college person. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, but college sure isn’t it.

“You dropped out, didn’t you?” She always knows when I’m lying.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Mom! I just didn’t want you and Dad to be disappointed in me. College just isn’t for me.”

“Baby, I’m not disappointed in you. I’m a little pissed you didn’t tell me sooner, but not disappointed. You’re a grown woman; you can make your own decisions.”

“Thanks, Mom, I was worried.”

I look at the clock and realize Lucas will be getting off work about now. That gives me about an hour until he gets here since he goes home to shower and grab some clothes first.

“Hey, Mom, I gotta go. I’ll call you tomorrow though. Love you!” I hate rushing her, but I have things to do.

Jasmine sits on my bathroom counter, drinking more wine, while I curl my hair and do my makeup. I want everything to look perfect for tonight. Lucas deserves it after the shit storm he’s been through lately.

Forty-five minutes later, Jasmine is walking out the door right when Lucas texts me that he will be here in ten minutes.

I tape a note to the front door telling him to come in and go straight to the workout room. There is a chair placed in front of the stripper pole and the blindfold sitting in it and a note that tells him to sit down and put the blindfold on.

I’m in my room hiding when he walks in.

“Red? What’s with the note on the front door? And what have I told you about keeping your door locked!”

I laugh quietly, not wanting him to know where I am. I hear him read the note out loud; then I hear the squeak of the chair as he sits down.

“All right, Red, I got the blindfold on. What next?”

I creep into the room as quietly as I can while wearing sky-high stilettos.

“Put your hands in front of you, wrists together.”

“What’ going on, Red?”

“Just do it, Lucas.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I snap the handcuffs on him.

“What the fuck is going on, Red? Now I can’t see and I can’t move my hands.”

“Just go with it.”

I press play on my iPod dock, and “Righteous Smoke” by Monster Truck starts playing through the room. I take off Lucas’ blindfold and stand in front of him.

The best reaction a man can ever give you is no reaction at all. Lucas just stares at me, trying to form words, but nothing comes out.

My hair is in a high ponytail and curled, just like he likes. I have on a black corset and sheer black panties with matching stilettoes.

I do my best stripper walk toward him and begin to grind on him. He’s rock hard before I even touch him. “Red, uncuff my hands. I need to touch you.”

“No can do, sir. There’s no touching the dancers.”

He growls and tries to sit up, but I force him back in his seat.

I walk back to the pole and put on the best show I can for him, doing every trick I can think of. Then slowly, and precisely, undoing every clasp on my corset until all I’m wearing are sheer underwear and heels.

He never speaks. Occasionally, he grunts or moans, but he mainly just stares at me, mouth wide open, watching everything I do like a fucking hawk. I am the center of all his attention right now and I love it.

I walk back to where he is sitting and give him the kind of lap dance any red-blooded, straight man would pay good money for, taking advantage of the fact that he can’t touch me.

When the song’s over, I don’t say a word, just grab him by the handcuffs until he is standing up and lead him into my room.

There are candles lit all around providing the perfect glow.

He eyes the restraints on the bed.

“Am I tying you up tonight, Red?”

“Nope, tonight is all about you.”

I uncuff him and order him to get on the bed. Once he does, I take my time removing all his clothes. Soon, he is gloriously naked in front of me, hard as a rock.

I tie his wrists and ankles to the bed and try to gauge his reaction by his facial expression.

“I’ve never let anyone tie me up before, Red.”

I smirk at him. “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

Once he is totally tied down, I waste no time wrapping my mouth around his hard dick. I can feel him pulling on the restraints.

“Oh fuck, Red. Your mouth is so fucking hot.” His dirty talk drives me even more. I lick and suck him from balls to top over and over. I nip at the tip of his dick with my teeth and think for a moment that he may break my bed trying to free his hands.

I can tell he is close to coming when he starts forcibly thrusting his hips, causing his dick to pound into the back of my throat. I stop right before he is about to come in my mouth and crawl up his body.

“The fuck?” He looks at me confused and slightly pissed off, till I remove my panties and begin to slide my wet pussy up and down his dick. His head falls back in pure sexual bliss.

I tease him over and over. Repeatedly sliding just the tip of his dick in before I pull him back out. He’s begging me to fuck him and trying to free his hands, but I don’t give in.

Just when I think he may actually break my fucking bed, I sit up and slide him deep into my wetness.

“Ahhh fuuuccckkk!” He drawls out every letter and throws his head back.

I place my hands on his chest as leverage and fuck him. I bounce up and down and notice that his eyes never leave my tits as they move with the motions, up and down.

I can feel that he’s going to come soon, so I drop my hands down by his head, slide my legs lower, and begin to grind into him. He uses this closeness to maneuver one of my nipples in his mouth, turning me on so much that I ride him harder. He bites down on my already swollen flesh, and then lets out a string of words that would make any good girl blush, before coming inside me at the same time as I shatter completely around him.

I lay on top of him for a few minutes before I finally slide him out of me, then untie him. I collapse back onto the bed. Lucas moves, pulling my body flush with his.

“Have I told you lately how fucking phenomenal you are?”

“Not lately.” I answer sarcastically.

“Well, you are. You are fucking amazing, Red. Thank you for tonight. Not just the sex or the strip tease, but knowing that I need to not be in control sometimes. You can dominate me any fucking time you want.”

“Duly noted.” I slightly remember Lucas asking me if I want to eat something, but I pass out from pure exhaustion before I even have a chance to respond.