I could tell that Mila was unsure of what was going on. Dinner had been uncomfortable for both of us and my father had acted in a lecherous way towards her that had made me want to beat him down. Though of course, I couldn’t do that. I could feel my pent-up energy and I knew that I needed a release. I needed a high that I hadn’t had in a long time and I needed it from Mila. I wasn’t sure how she’d react. I wasn’t sure if she’d go running for the hills, but I needed to see. I looked over at her and smiled as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
"I want to tell you about the sexiest moment I've ever had in my life." I sat there still as a statue as I stared at Mila, her face looking confused. She was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts, having taken off her dress as soon as we’d gotten in.
"I don't want to hear about it." She licked her lips nervously as she looked away from me. She was still pissed from what had happened at dinner and I didn’t blame her.
"I want to tell you about it, though," I said as I stood up and walked towards the wall.
"What are you doing?" She frowned.
"The night I'm going to tell you about starts with the lights being turned off," I said as I flicked the lights off.
"Why are you turning the lights off?" she squeaked as I walked towards the coffee table.
"Setting the mood for my story," I said and pulled a lighter out of my pocket and lit three candles that were on the coffee table. I looked over to Mila, still sitting on my couch, and she shifted slightly, her gaze looking slightly scared as she gazed at me.
"There were three candles burning that night," I said as I headed back towards her. "All three of them smelled like honeysuckle." I took a deep breath and smiled as Mila did the same and smelled the sweet scent of honeysuckle in the air. "The air that night was rife with sexual tension. It was so palpable that I swear someone could have cut through it with a knife."
"Okay," she said and nodded. "I don't know how air can be rife with sexual tension," she said with a slight edge to her voice.
"Oh?" I said and raised an eyebrow at her. I sat next to her on the couch, so close that our thighs were rubbing against each other. I placed my hand on her shoulders and ran my fingers down the slight of her back. Mila shifted again, trying to stop my touch, but she didn't get off of the couch. "I remember I touched her, my fingers fleeting on her body, not even touching her skin. That didn't matter though, because she still wanted me."
"You sure think a lot of yourself," she said, her voice soft as she stood still.
"I remember that I touched her leg." My hand moved from her back to her thigh and my fingers moved gently up and down, enjoying the slight trembling of her muscles as she sat there waiting to see what was going to happen next. "I remember that her legs parted slightly," I said as I gazed into her eyes and smiled as her legs parted involuntarily. "She wanted me to touch her. She wanted me to feel how wet she was for me already."
"She sounds like a slut." She swallowed hard, her eyes not leaving mine. She froze as my fingers ran higher up her thigh, close to her private place, the place I knew was burning in need for me.
"She wanted me to touch her." I ignored her comment, knowing she was trying to diffuse the situation. "And I very badly wanted to touch her."
"So why didn't you?" she said. I could see her eyes gazing at my fingers and she sighed slightly, the sound coming out as a soft moan. I felt myself growing harder as I sat there, teasing her with my words.
"I needed to make sure that she knew that the moment was special," I said and removed my hand from her legs.
"I see," she said stiffly as she sat back and looked away.
"That night was special because I played her a song. A song that had special meaning to me."
"What song?" she asked.
" ‘Let Her Go’ by Passenger," I whispered. I pressed play on my phone and the song started playing through my speaker via Bluetooth in the room.
"You didn't have to play it," she said and I grabbed her hand.
"I had to play it," I said simply. "Then I took her hand and held it," I said. "I caressed her fingers and then sucked on them gently, one by one." I took her pinky finger and put it in my mouth and sucked. She gasped as she stared at me, but she didn't pull away. I pulled her pinky finger out of my mouth and pulled her up off of the couch with me.
"What are you doing, TJ?" She gasped.
"I'm going to tell you what happened next," I said and unbuttoned my shirt slowly before pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. "Put your hands up," I said to her and took a step forward.
"Why?" she said, her eyes widening.
"Because the next part of the story has to be shown to be believed."
"TJ." She gulped. "I don't know what you're saying."
"Yes, you do," I said as I nodded. "You know exactly what I'm saying."
"TJ." She shook her head. "I don't."
"Go to my closet drawer and get the handcuffs and then come back."
"What handcuffs?" she said and blushed. As if she could have forgotten!
"The handcuffs we’re going to use tonight."
"Where?" She looked shocked. "Here?"
"No." I laughed. "That would be way too easy, Mila. You should know by now that I'm anything but easy."
"So where?" she said.
"Go and get the handcuffs and then come back to me."