Now, I’m not gonna lie, I definitely have a few drinks in me. Not enough to make me a hot mess in bed, but definitely enough to make me a hot mess behind the wheel. We get back to Fifty Shades’ place and he immediately throws on a movie. Really, man? You’d think that at this age we could skip this whole song and dance, ya know the pre-pubescent seduction tactics where boy meets girl, boy finally gets girl back to his parents’ house after getting her too drunk to comprehend the fact that she has a choice, and boy puts on movie to drown out the sounds of awkward silence and premature ejaculation. I roll my eyes as Fifty Shades proceeds to turn on his tv, his DVD player, and his surround-sound system to play a Woody Harrelson indie flick that will probably bore me enough to wanna ignore his Woody Harrelson for the rest of the night. FAIL.
After twenty minutes of Fifty Shades attempting to set the mood, he finally takes his seat next to me on his black leather couch, wraps his arms around me, and lays us down side by side. I take this as my opportunity to peace the fuck out before anything begins. Yes, yes, I very much wanna play Hide The Psycho Sausage in The Asian Muff, HOWEVER, I’m actually also very terrified as to what kind of creepy, kinky shit he’ll be into once the gloves are off the and cock is out. He’s already forcefully handled me and aggressively addressed me earlier in the evening; I may very well not make it out of here alive if I don’t leave NOW.
“Hey, it’s getting late and I got a long drive back to Hollywood…I should go” I tell him, pecking him quickly on the lips and sitting up straight. Fifty Shades sits up too, pondering intently for a minute, then nods his head and says, “OK then.” Before I can even move to get off the couch, Fifty Shades rolls on top of me, positioning himself between my legs and sliding both his hands under my dress from my ankles all the way up to my hips. Whoa. Whoa, fuck.
Holy shit, I struggle to catch my breath as he hikes my long sundress up above my waist and effortlessly pulls my lower body up to meet his mouth and tongue. I can’t help but watch in disbelief as he continues to lick and lather me up, moving his way to my backside. Wait…uhh…what? Turning me slightly in his grasp, Fifty Shades then proceeds to lick in circles on my right ass cheek (definitely never had this done before), grabbing it forcefully in his fist and then spanking me, causing an instant sensation between my legs. Fuck, I wanna leave (!!!) but I’m much too wet to ignore at this point. Continuing to oscillate between rubbing and grabbing my ass, Fifty Shades looks up at me, his expression stern, and says, “You like this don’t you?” more so affirming, rather than asking.
I swallow hard to slow my panting, my mouth still open in aroused astonishment at how hot I actually am right now. I can’t even answer. His eyes still locked on mine, Fifty Shades checks for himself by running his fingers up my thigh, between my legs, and along the length of my lips, nodding in approval as he smiles and states, “Oh yes, it seems you really do like this, Miss Jayla.”
This is enough to send me into a soaking frenzy. Spanking and dirty talk = my ultimate kryptonite. Before I can let him once again overpower me (because that’s EXACTLY what’s going to happen if I don’t act FAST), I immediately SHOOT UP from my seat and demand that, “Fifty! I’m leaving NOW!” as I stand up, adjust my dress, and struggle to catch my breath through my heavy panting.
What I’m going through at this point can very well be surmised by the very first words spoken in R Kelly’s song “Bump and Grind” (I suggest right-clicking this link to open it in a new tab and further having it play while you read the rest of the story).
Placing my hands on my hips, I affirm to Fifty Shades that, yup, I’m TOTALLY leaving right now, more so trying to convince myself that I actually will. He doesn’t challenge this. He doesn’t argue against this. He simply stands up and slowly walks around to face me, silent as he stalks me, his weakened wanting prey. Shrugging, his face in a frown, Fifty Shades places his hands on my hips and says, “OK…you’re right…you should get going.” In one fluid motion, Fifty Shades immediately drops down on both knees and instantly lifts my dress in his hands above my waist, as he demands, “Oh yeah…it’s time for you to go baby…” He then takes the front of my thong with his teeth, gently tugging at it and begins teasing me with his tongue once more. “Oh my God no….don’t…” I plead with him, as my eyes roll back into my head. Looking up at me with what looks like angry arousal, he asks, “Are you sure you wanna leave?” as he traces his fingers slowly up and down my panties against my increasing wetness. I’m speechless again. I simply stare back down at him. “Tell me you wanna leave” he demands with hostility. I gulp hard. Chuckling with his eyes still on mine, Fifty Shades quickly lifts me off the floor and tosses me over his shoulder, standing up and spanking me once more as he makes his way to the bedroom with my ass high and bare in the air.
FUCK NO AAAHHHH MUST RESUME CONTROL OF THIS SITUATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!