Rules Of The Game (Part 3)

“Girl, have you lost your ever lovin’ mind?”

Lisa rolled her eyes as she continued running on the treadmill in the home gym Dorian set up with state of the art exercise equipment. Mona walked over to her with a purpose in her step that told Lisa she wasn’t going to be dismissed so easily.

She stood in front of the treadmill with her hand on her hip and tapped the toe of her shoe. Her dreads were pulled back and secured in a bun, and the gray pinstripe designer pantsuit she wore personified the image of a young, confident professional woman. As the CFO of Dorian and Lisa’s company, she made sure the finances were straight and in balance. Her husband and Dorian’s cousin, Ray, was the business manager of DBradley, LLC. He insured that the day to day operation of the company ran smoothly. 

Mona and Ray had married a year after graduating from college. They had settled into comfortable, high paying jobs, but not long after, Dorian made them an offer they couldn’t refuse to move to Los Angles and help him run a company he was planning on starting up. He knew he couldn’t play ball forever and needed someone he trusted implicitly, who he knew had his back, no questions asked.He didn’t want to be blindsided by unpaid taxes, or knowledge that his business had been run into the ground and suffered from financial difficulties. He‘d seen it happen time and time again with athletes who blindly trusted employees to have their best interests at heart, when the only thing they‘d focused on was lining their own pockets first. Hiring Mona and Ray had been one of the best business decisions he’d made. The company pulled in serious paper and had diversified its interests under their direction. Dorian was able to concentrate on doing what he loved­–playing baseball.

Seeing Mona’s chin lifted at an obstinate angle, Lisa sighed as she hit the buttons to slow the treadmill down. She took her pulse as she came to a quick walk before addressing her friend.

“Mo, I already know what you’re getting ready to say. Apparently, my husband couldn’t wait to call your husband and fill him in about John. Damn, did he even let you guys unpack first?” Mona and Ray had gone to a small island in the to celebrate their eighth wedding anniversary and gotten back yesterday morning. “I was going to tell you about it after you had a few days to unwind.” 

“You mean after you’d had a chance to let John down gently and easy with pretty words he‘s gonna just ignore. And no, Dorian didn’t call Ray. You know how my husband is. Almost the minute we stepped in the door, he was calling his assistant to be brought up to speed. You’d swear we’d been gone a month instead of two weeks.” 

With her breathing slowing, Lisa smiled. “Don’t act like you didn’t call Melissa to do the same. Dorian and I almost had to threaten you two to make you take a couple of weeks rather than the couple of days you’d planned.”“Don't try to change the subject, Lisa.” 

Lisa sighed and stepped off the treadmill. Grabbing a towel, she wiped her face and grabbed her water bottle. “I’m not. You knew John had emailed me. Oh, wait! But I know! I was supposed to track you down on that private island you were on and tell you about the other two emails!” Lisa looked at Mona with phony anticipation on her face so that Mona could hear how ridiculous the entire thing was. 

“Look, wench, don’t get smart because you are not funny. One email I could understand. Maybe he wanted closure between the two of you. But three within the span of a week? Lisa, this is a brotha who was sprung like a little puppy from the moment he saw you.” Ignoring the way Lisa cut her eyes at her, Mona continued. “He asked you to marry him barely a month after he met you!” 

“You know I still feel bad about hurting him the way I did, but I'm not crazy. I don’t know why everyone is acting like I plan on having a friendship with him! As I told my husband, it’s been taken care of. I sent John a message this morning. Satisfied?” 

“Hmph. I guess. For John’s sake I hope he gets the message loud and clear. You know how your husband is. If John makes this an issue, that evil Gemini twin will jump out of Dorian in a New York second. Then it’ll be John’s ass.” 

Lisa let out a sound of exasperation but didn’t say anything to dispute Mona’s observation. “Well, it wont come to that. Believe me, I was very direct. It’s done. Over.Fini.Now can we please talk about something else? Like Dorian's birthday party. It's less than two weeks away.” 

“Everything’s practically done at this point. The only thing you two have to do is show up.” 

Dorian would be turning thirty-one in a couple of weeks. Lisa planned on having two celebrations. The first would be an intimate gathering with just close family and friends. They were flying in their parents, who seemed to be more thrilled at the opportunity to spend time with their grandchildren than they were seeing Lisa and Dorian. The kids would be flying back with them for a couple of weeks to spend some time with both sets of grandparents for the summer. 

The second would be held at Club Platinum, one of the most popular clubs on the scene right now. The party had been hyped up for weeks and was one of the most anticipated venues in town. The club fully expected there to be standing room only and were expected to make a killing. 

“Great. I want us to go over a few details I had questions about when you get time. But later for that. Tell me about the trip. Do you think you two could’ve possibly made a ‘lil Ray or Mona’?” Lisa grinned at her friend and let the sentence trail off suggestively.

“Maybe,” Mona smiled. She and Ray had a son the same age as Shania and had just decided to have one more. “If we didn’t, we sure had fun trying.”

The two women continued laughing and talking as they left the gym and went up to Lisa’s bedroom. While Lisa prepared to take a quick shower, Mona kicked her shoes off and stretched out on the bed while she made a few phone calls. On the way to the bathroom, Lisa teased her about looking far from the high-powered executive right about now. Mona gave her the finger while at the same time speaking in a professional voice to her business contact who had just picked up the other end. 

Fifteen minutes later Lisa came out and went over to the vanity table and started brushing her hair as Mona finished up the last call. Sighing loudly, Mona threw the phone on the bed and rolled over on her stomach to look at Lisa. 

“Girl, I’m so tired. I almost feel like I didn’t just come back from a week on a tropical island.”

“Ray tore that ass up, didn’t he?" She laughed when Mona enthusiastically nodded. "You should’ve taken off a few days. No one told you to rush right back to work.” 

“Well, we can’t all be like you, Mrs. Bradley. Some of us have to work for a living.”

Lisa looked at her through the mirror then turned around to face Mona. “What is that supposed to mean? You don’t think taking care of a house, husband and two kids is considered ‘work‘?” 

Mona sat up and frowned. “You know that’s not what I meant, Lisa. Where did that come from?” 

Lisa stared at her for a moment before walking over to the bed and sitting down. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

Mona scooted over to the edge of the bed so that she could look at Lisa’s face. “That’s okay. Something you want to talk about?”

“Just the same old thing. You know Dorian brought up the subject of us having another baby.” Mona nodded. “Yes. But I thought you two talked about that. You told him you weren’t ready.” 

“Right, but he’s been hinting around at it again, and last night, he just came out and said it. But Mo’, I don’t even know if that’s what I want. I look at you, and Ray, and Dorian….you guys are all doing what you want to do. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids more than anything, but I can have a career and still be a good mother. Dorian’s completely against the idea of me working, though.” 

Mona knew this wasn’t a new concern of Lisa’s. “You just need to tell him that. Before you left Chicago, you were making quite a name for yourself as a journalist.” 

“Yeah. I’d just been offered the position I’d been waiting on when I left and married Dorian. Then D.J. came along almost immediately, followed by Shania two years later. And now Dorian wants another baby. I told him if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s trying to keep me barefoot and pregnant just so I'll have to stay home.” The words were said only half jokingly. 

“I understand how you feel, but Lisa you have to admit you have life that a lot of women only dream about.” 

“And I love it. I love my husband, my kids…but does that mean I’m not supposed to have any career goals whatsoever?” This issue was the one blip on Lisa’s otherwise perfect life. 

“No. I agree with you. But your husband is the one you need to convince. Dorian’s spoiled when it comes to you. He likes knowing you’re always available to him and the kids.”

“Well, he’s just going to have to get over that.” She nibbled on her lip as she looked at Mona, then spat out the secret she’d been carrying around. “I’ve sent out my resume to several television stations and I’ve had a few interesting offers.” 

Mona’s eyes got big. “Really? Lisa, that’s great.” The smile on her face slipped when she saw excitement along with something else on Lisa’s face. “Wait on a minute. You haven’t told Dorian. Have you?” 

Lisa shook her head. “No. And I have an interview next week.”

Mona’s mouth dropped. “Lisa…” 

“I’m going to tell him. It just all happened so fast; they called me a couple of days ago. They made it known that the interview is really just a formality. And when they offer me the job, I plan on taking It.” 

Mona still looked skeptical. “Okay, but I hope you know what you’re doing.” 

Lisa ignored the doubt turning flips in her stomach. “Of course I do. Ultimately, this is my decision. Dorian will just have to accept it.” 


****“No.”Lisa’s eyes flashed when she heard Dorian's clipped response to her news and followed him to the kitchen. Lisa had told him she needed to talk to him, so after he’d tucked the kids in and came back into the family room, she’d told him about the job interview.She impatiently folded her arms while he took a bottle of water out the fridge. “What do you mean ‘no’?”“Just that. You know I don’t want you to work.”“That’s just tough, because I’m not asking your permission.” Lisa was trying to hold on to her temper but she could feel it unraveling bit by bit.“Baby, look, I’ve told you before. If you want to work, why not choose from one of the businesses we own. You can set your own hours and be your own boss.”“Because that’s not what I want to do. I’m a journalist, Dorian. And I’m taking this job.” Her body stiffened when he paused in the act of bringing the bottle to his lips and just stared at her.“And that’s it? You make this decision without even talking to me about it?”“Go on and say what you really mean. You mean without asking you first.""Lisa–""I’ve tried to talk to you about this and you just blow me off. Don’t act like this is something new.”“What about the kids? Lisa, a job like that is a demanding one. You’d be gone before the kids even got up. You‘d never see them.”“Will you stop exaggerating? Yes, I’d have to be up early, but that’s not every morning, and I’d be home before they got home. It would work out.”“I thought we were talking about having a baby. That’s on the back burner now?”“You were talking about having another baby. I told you how I felt about that. Maybe in a few more years, but not right now. Dorian, I’d really like your support.”“I’m always supportive of you. Lisa, I couldn’t ask for a better wife and mother to my kids. But my mother was there for us while we were young and I want the same thing for my kids.”“Will you listen to how archaic you sound? That was thirty years ago, Dorian. I’m not saying there's anything wrong with being a stay at home mom, but I want more than that.”Dorian carefully placed the water down and rested his hands on the dark gray granite countertop. Lisa could tell he was starting to lose his patience, but too bad. She wasn’t backing down from this.“You want more?” His voice was low and controlled. “Exactly what more could you want? I give you everything. All I ask is that you be here for me and the kids.”Lisa threw her hands up. “What about what I need?” She took a deep cleansing breath, determined to keep her calm. “Dorian, just because I have a job doesn’t mean I can’t be a good wife and mother, but believe it or not, I aspire to more than that.” She couldn’t help the sarcasm that accompanied her words. Then she thought about something, and her eyes squinted to thin slits as she went over what he just said. “And I don’t appreciate you insinuating that you’re ‘giving’ me anything. I’ve never needed you, or any other man, to ‘give’ me things."“There you go. See, I didn’t even mean it like that.”“Didn’t you?”“Anyway, where is all of this coming from all of a sudden? Did hearing from your ex-boyfriend stir up feelings that you’re missing out on something? Brought back memories of you two taking the news world by storm?” Dorian was referring to the fact that John’s family owned one of the largest newspapers and publication firms in Chicago. That’s how he and Lisa met.“Oh no. I’m not going to let you turn this around. This isn’t about John or anyone else. It’s about me and my needs. Dorian, you know what? Just….never mind. Regardless of how you meant it, we may as well put this conversation to bed. I’m done talking about it.” Lisa turned around and walked out of the kitchen. When Dorian called her name, she kept walking.“Got dammit, Lisa, no we’re not finished talking about it!” He caught up with her and stepped in front of her.Lisa was pissed off now, and when she became this upset her words were reckless. “Yes we are. As I said, I don’t need nor am I asking for your permission. I’m not one of your children; they’re both upstairs asleep. And I’m not one of your mindless ‘DBrad’ groupies.” She ignored the look of anger that crossed Dorian’s face. “I’m a grown woman who can make decisions on my own. If you don’t like this one, I’m sorry. But I’m taking the job. End of discussion.” She walked out of the room and left Dorian standing there staring after her.Lisa took a long bath to try and calm down, then got in the bed. She lay there for hours, waiting on Dorian to come to bed. She was just getting ready to get up to go and find him when she heard the bedroom door open. He ignored her when she sat up and watched him take his clothes off.“Baby, I don’t want us to fight.”Dorian let out a disbelieving snort as he went to the bathroom. When he walked back out, Lisa tried to catch his eye, but he just turned the lamp off and crawled into the bed with his back to her.Lisa scooted over and slipped her arms around his waist. They had made a pact at the beginning of their marriage to never go to bed mad at one another. At times, one of them had needed to bend to make sure they kept the agreement. This looked like one of the times that Lisa would have to be the one to make the first move, but when she kissed his ear and then the side of his face, he moved away.“I’m tired, Lisa.”“Dorian…”“I have to get up early in the morning. We‘re good, alright.” He turned over and gave her a quick kiss before turning his back to her again.Lisa slowly lay back down and did the same, staring into the darkness. She couldn’t help the hurt she felt over the way he was acting. She knew this was the part where she was supposed to give in and tell him she’d changed her mind, but not this time.Not. This. Time.***“Hi girl. What are you doing here?” Lisa stepped aside and let Mona in.

“I’m here to get my godchildren. Where are they?”

Lisa frowned as she closed the door. “They’re upstairs watching that cartoon they like. Uh…am I missing something? I don’t remember you telling me you were taking the kids.” 

“That’s because I didn’t.” 

Still looking thoroughly confused, Lisa just muttered, “Okayyyy…”Mona sat her purse in the chair and turned to level an appraising stare Lisa’s way.Feeling as is she were under a microscope, Lisa was clueless. “What??” 

Mona didn’t say anything for a moment, then shook her finger at Lisa. “I’m coming to get my godchildren so that their silly ass parents can get their shit together. That’s what.” 

Comprehension covered Lisa’s face. “Mona, I don’t want to hear it.” 

“You may not want to but as your best friend, I’m going to say it anyway.” 

“Mona–” 

“No, Lisa, listen. I don’t want to interfere, but this is crazy. The man’s birthday is in a few days. Both yours and his parents are flying in tomorrow, and you two are hardly speaking to one another.” 

“Don’t you think I’ve tried to talk to him? He’s acting a complete ass, especially once I got word that I’d officially been offered the job. He’s barely speaking to me. I’m not the one who’s wrong here, but I’ve extended an olive branch to him more than once and I feel like I got slapped in the face with it for the effort. So right about now, Dorian Anthony Bradley, II can just kiss my ass.” 

“Ooowee, Mommy. You said a bad word.”They both turned around and saw DJ standing at the top of the stairs pointing down towards his mother. 

“DJ, go back and watch television with your sister.” 

“But Mommy, you said Daddy can kiss your a-” 

“DJ! Now. How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of grown folks business? And if I hear you repeating what I said, you and I will be having a nice long talk. Do you understand me, young man?” 

Pouting and looking the same way his father had been looking the last couple of days, DJ turned to go back upstairs. Mona swallowed her laughter and called his name.“Sweetie, go on upstairs and get your sister. You two are spending the night with me, Uncle Ray, and RayJ.”DJ started jumping up and down and pumping his fists in the air.“Grab a few of your toys and Aunt Mo will be up to help you get some clothes together.” 

The next thing they saw was a blur as DJ dashed back to his room calling Shania’s name at the top of his lungs.Mona let her amusement bubble out and shook his head. “I keep telling ya’ll, that little boy is going to be as fast as his father.”She smiled in Lisa’s direction, then noticed Lisa’s pensive expression. “Lisa, I know Dorian’s been acting like a jerk, but he’ll come around. Sometimes we women have to be the bigger person when our men act like they’ve lost their damn mind. But he’ll come around.” She headed towards the stairs and added, “And just as a side note and reminder: you can catch more bees with honey than vinegar,” she grinned. 

Lisa laughed and shook her head. “Are you telling me to manipulate my husband through sex?” 

“Hell yes,” Mona replied. “Fuck the shit outta his stubborn ass. By the time you finish putting that ‘good good’on him, he’ll be thinking you taking that job was all his idea.” 

Mona smiled when she saw the thoughtful look that crossed Lisa’s face and mentally shook her head. Her work here was done. Those two were so stubborn, always had been. If Ray was doing his job right about now with Dorian, things should be back on track by tomorrow morning. 

****Lisa looked at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. Mona had called and said Ray was talking to Dorian on the phone, and that he should be home in about fifteen minutes. That was ten minutes ago. She hurried from one end of the kitchen to the other, grabbing plates, glasses, and cloth napkins. She cursed when she almost busted her ass in the stiletto heels she had on.She glanced at the security screen mounted in the kitchen and saw the black wrought iron gates opening. Moments later, Dorian drove through. Teetering on the spiked heels, Lisa ran into the dining room. Looking around, she made sure everything was perfect: the lights were dim, candles lit, Dorian’s favorite jazz CD played in the backgroundDorian rarely drank, and his alcohol consumption during the season was zero, no exceptions, so Lisa had taken out a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from the wine cellar, which was his favorite non-alcoholic wine, and it was now chilling on ice. When she heard the front door opening, she quickly ran back into the kitchen to wait on him.****Dorian let out a tired sigh as he walked into the house. He flexed his right shoulder, which had been giving him problems lately. Although only thirty, sports was a young man’s game. Professionally, he was still at his peak, but his body definitely felt a few more aches and pains than it had a few years ago. His plan was to retire in a few years. He was at the top of his game, and he planned on going out that way.Walking further into the room, he was headed to the stairs when he heard Lisa call his name. He dropped his bag to the floor and followed the direction of her voice, which sounded as if it had come from the kitchen.Slowly strolling down the hallway and around the corner, his pace slowed. He cocked his head to the side while he listened. That was the new jazz CD he’d bought but never had a chance to listen to. He frowned as he got closer to the kitchen. And why were all of the lights so low? He’d gotten home earlier than he’d anticipated and had expected the family room to be filled with noise from the kids playing, but…“Lisa,” he called out.“I’m in here.”He was still looking back as he walked into the kitchen. “What’s goin’ on? Why is it so quiet? I know the kids haven’t gone to bed this…”Whatever else he was going to say was forgotten the moment he saw Lisa standing in front of the large island. His eyebrows rose as his hungry gaze slowly ran over her. The only thing she wore was a black apron that tied at the neck and came down to the tops of her thighs, a pair of sky high black ‘fuck me heels’ that wrapped in criss-cross straps from her ankle to her calves…and a smile. That’s it.With his mouth still hanging open, Dorian reached up and smoothed a hand down the back of his head. He brought his eyes back up to hers. “Hey, um…hey.”“Hi baby.”His eyebrows shot up again. It had been about a week since he’d last heard that sexy tone in her voice.“I was hoping you’d be home early.” She smiled and turned to pour him a glass of wine.“Damn,” he breathed when her back was completely to him. Yep. That confirmed it. She was completely naked underneath the apron. His hands itched to trace the graceful curve of her spine on over the significantly sloped rise of her ass and nudge her thighs open. His eyes went to the string that was tied in a bow in the back. All it would take would be one firm tug…Carrying herself as if she was wearing a designer evening gown instead of just an apron, Lisa walked over and gave him the chilled glass of wine then lifted her lips up to his for a kiss. Still wearing his bewilderment all over his face, Dorian returned the kiss with his eyes open. Lisa placed her hands on either side of his waist and looked up at him when the kiss ended.“Why don’t you go upstairs and take a quick shower. When you finish, come back down and we’ll get our evening started.”“Uh, okay. Where are the kids?”“They’re spending the night with Mo and Ray.”Dorian’s brows bunched thoughtfully together. “That’s funny. I just got off the phone with Ray and he didn’t say anything about the munchkins being over there.”Lisa looked at him with an angelic expression. “Oh really? Hmph.” She slipped her arm around his waist and led him out the kitchen. “Well, go on and take your shower. I’ll be waiting on you when you get back.” She reached up and kissed the corner of his mouth again before going back to the stove with a slow, easy stroll.Dorian stood there studying her for a moment. As if she wasn’t aware of him still being there, she opened the refrigerator door and took out some cucumbers and tomatoes. She placed them on the cutting board, which was sitting on the island and hummed under her breath as she began chopping them up.Dorian wiped a hand over his mouth. He wasn’t complaining, but for the last few days, he’d almost felt as if he’d needed to hide all of the sharp objects in the house from her, and now she was standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner for him naked as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In normal circumstances, he would’ve been loving the hell out of it, but…His eyes widened a bit when she looked up at him and caught him staring. She picked up a tomato and took a bite, slowly chewing and savoring the fresh taste. Dorian's eyes followed her tongue as it came out and licked a bit of juice from her bottom lip.“Everything okay, baby?” she asked.Dorian’s mouth opened and closed several times before grunting out what sounded like an affirmative answer. He assumed it was when Lisa sent him a seductive smile.“Good. You’d better hurry. Dinner will be ready soon.”Nodding, Dorian turned and walked out the kitchen. He looked at the glass of wine in his hand, suddenly wishing it was the real thing. Twenty minutes later, he came back downstairs. In his bare feet, he headed back towards the kitchen. He’d put on a pair of jeans and a white shirt, which he’d only buttoned half way up, and his goatee had been groomed and shaped. Halfway down the hall, he heard Lisa tell him to come to the family room where he heard the CD playing. Highly anticipating what was coming next, Dorian walked into the room with a smile on his face, and for the second time tonight, was thrown off kilter.The ambience for a nice romantic evening had been set. The lights were dim, candles flickering, soft music playing…a petite masseuse standing by a massage table with her arms folded.Once again, he looked at Lisa for an explanation and once again she acted as if standing in the middle of their family room half naked in front of a strange little Chinese lady was perfectly natural.“Lis…what’s going on?” When the smile slipped away from her mouth and her lips pushed out in a small pout, Dorian hurried to assure her he didn’t mean the question in a negative way. “I mean, it’s great, but, I…we haven’t exactly been…”Lisa walked over and stood in front of him with a pleading look on her face. “Can we just enjoy tonight…and each other? Aren’t you tired of this coldness between us? Please, Dorian." She tilted her head and blinked up at him. "Truce?”Dorian looked into her eyes. Anxious to put the smile back on her face, he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his hands grab the curve of her ass to pull her close. “Truce.”He bent down and touched his lips softly to hers before raising his head. His expression became intensely intimate as he brought a hand up to trace the shape of her lips with his forefinger. “I’ve missed you.” They both knew he didn’t mean a physical distance.“I’ve missed you too.”“Lisa–”“Shhh…” She covered his lips with her fingers. “The only thing I want to focus on tonight is each other. We can talk later. Deal?”He automatically mirrored her smile when he saw the dimple in her cheek pop out. Her thick lashes lowered to cover her eyes as she looked at his lips. Dorian was lowering his head again to claim another kiss when Lisa stepped back.“Ming Lee is going to give you a nice relaxing massage while I finish dinner. I’ll be back in just a minute.”Lisa sent him one last smile before walking out the room. Dorian stood there enjoying the booty view. The only thing that pulled him away from the erotic fantasy involving him, Lisa and handcuffs was Ming calling his name.“Mr. Dorian? You take off clothes.”Dorian glanced at her and unbuttoned his shirt before slipping it off. He was getting ready to get on the massage table when Ming Lee practically barked out, “Pants too.”Raising an eyebrow, Dorian took off his pants then stretched out on the table.“Ms. Lisa say you have problem with right shoulda.”Dorian shook his head. His wife was amazing. “Yeah. It’s a little sore.”“Okay, I fix. Just relax.”Lying with his head on his folded arms, Dorian closed his eyes, and moments later, he was in heaven. Although Ming looked like she weighed ninety pounds soaking wet, her hands were surprisingly strong. She worked the tension from his muscles, focusing on his shoulders. He couldn’t stop the groans of satisfaction that rumbled from his throat.“You look like you’re thinking about trading me in for Ming Lee.”Dorian laughed softly as he lifted his head and looked at Lisa. She was standing beside the table running her hands over his hair. “Nah, baby. She’s good, but she doesn’t hold a candle to you. You relax me in ways Ming Lee could never handle.” Dorian glanced over his shoulder. “No offense, Ming.”“None taken, Mr. Dorian.” Ming continued to knead his thighs and calves.Dorian’s eyes latched on to Lisa‘s ass as she walked along the side of the table, trailing a light finger from his shoulder then to his back before letting her hand rest on his taut buttocks. “Mph, mph, mph….” Lisa squeezed his ass then smacked it. “Baby, you are some kind of fine.”Dorian reached back and snatched her by the arm. “Come here.”Lisa giggled and managed to disengage his hand. “You have about ten more minutes, then dinner will be served.”Dorian would’ve gotten up right then to show her exactly what he wanted to eat, but his erection was painfully making itself known. He didn’t want to scare poor Ming out of her mind. Then again, she’d probably enjoy the sight.“Dinner, huh. What’s on the menu?”“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to feed you all of your favorites.” Turning and strutting out the room, she called out, “Ten minutes, Bradley.”While Ming finished the massage, Dorian managed to get his erection somewhat under control. After hopping up from the table, he thanked Ming again. She smiled and nodded as she began packing her supplies. After he walked her to the door, he made his way to the to the dining room located off the kitchen. He’d left his shirt off and was only wearing a pair of jeans.

Lisa had already set the table and was waiting for him. His stomach growled when he saw the mouthwatering food on the table: lobster tail with garlic butter, red baby potatoes, glazed carrots, and yeast rolls. 

“Damn, baby. You weren’t playing around, were you?” 

“Sit down. I told you I had all your favorites.”After Dorian took a seat, Lisa reached behind her and untied the apron. Food forgotten, Dorian’s eyes were everywhere on her body seemingly all at once.Lisa smiled. “I told you. All your favorites.” 

Dorian started to stand up, but Lisa pushed him back down in the chair. “Help me up.” 

Dorian lifted her on the table so that she sat directly in front of his chair. His mouth went slack as his eyes latched on to her nipples. When she rested a foot on each of his thighs, he ran his hands over the straps that circled around her toned calf.“Very sexy shoes.” 

“You like?” 

“Love it.” His hands traveled up to her knees. Only able to see the top of her mound and a hint of the treasure hidden in her dark depths, he licked his lips and was just getting ready to open her thighs when Lisa placed a hand on the center of his chest. 

“Food first.” 

“What I want to eat isn’t on that plate.” But he moved his hands back down to her shoes, absently caressing her French manicured toes as Lisa twisted to her right where the food was. 

She pulled apart the tender meat from the lobster shell with her fingers and dipped it in the hot, flavorful garlic butter. When the butter dribbled down her hand in a thin line, Dorian watched as Lisa’s pink tongue came out of her mouth and slowly licked it up before bringing the food to Dorian’s mouth. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, his lips enveloped her fingers inside his mouth before sliding his lips back and freeing them.

“Mmmm. Good.” He slowly chewed, opening his mouth again when she brought a whole baby potato to his mouth. Dorian took a bite, closing his eyes. “This is so good, baby. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” 

Lisa smiled as she continued to feed him. After a while, Dorian became quiet. He sat back and watched her every move, dutifully opening his mouth when she brought the food to his lips. When she dipped more lobster into the butter sauce and went to bring it to his mouth, he caught her wrist and directed her fingers to her mouth.He shifted in his chair, trying to find some comfort from the painful throbbing of his dick. He’d taken about all he could stand of her sitting in front of him butt ass naked and not being able to touch. It was like putting a defenseless rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. She didn’t have much longer to play her little game. Time was ticking down quick. 

When a drop of garlic butter fell on her leg, they both watched as it trickled down to her inner thigh close to her pussy. Dorian placed his hand on her knees, and this time when he pushed her thighs apart, she offered not protest. Lisa’s eyes fluttered closed when he took his time, much longer than needed, and cleaned up the spill. 

“Mmmm…Okay baby, let me up so that I can get dessert.” 

Dorian growled from between her thighs. “I have dessert right here.” His fingers eased thru the protective lips of her pussy and held them apart. 

“B-but baby…” 

“But baby my ass.” Dorian looked up at her with fierce eyes that told her that there had just been a shift of control.Lisa pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as the look heated her to her core.“I appreciate everything tonight. You don’t know how much, but I’m getting ready to show you right now.” 

Dorian stood up and blew the candles out. Placing them in a chair off the table, he looked at the dishes of food. Impatiently shaking his head, he reached out and swiped everything except the small bowl of garlic butter to the floor without so much as blinking an eye. Lisa let out a shriek of shock and surprise. 

“Oh my God! Dorian!” 

Dorian came and stood in front of her. Dipping his fingers into the garlic butter, he smeared both nipples with until they looked basted and ready for consumption. Satisfied, he bent down to take them greedily into his mouth.Lisa gasped again, but this time, it was from the jolt of pleasure that traveled through her body. Oily with butter, Dorian’s hands squeezed her breasts, pushing them together as he took turns slowly licking and suckling the butter off of her nipples. 

Placing a hand to her stomach, Dorian pushed Lisa back on the space he’d just cleared away. Pulling the chair he'd been sitting in back up to the table, he sat down and settled between her thighs. Opening her legs wide, he saw how drenched her pink center was. 

“Now this? This is a meal.” He reached for the butter and slowly poured its rich thickness over her clit, watching as rolled down to her opening to mix with her natural body’s juice. “Hell fucking yes….pussy on a platter. What else could a man ask for.” 

Fascinated by the sight in front of him, Dorian traced the combination of pussy cream and butter. “Damn. I might just have to write my own recipe after this,” he teased in a low whisper as her hips lifted in a silent plea.He leaned closer and blew lightly on her pussy. Watching her closely, he circled his fingers over her clit. The oily slickness felt like wet silk. Dorian reached for Lisa’s hand and brought it to her engorged nub, then moved back a little bit so that he could watch her pleasure herself. She used the fingers of one hand to pull back the clitoral hood. Dorian stood up and quickly took the rest of his clothes off, never taking his eyes off of Lisa, before sitting back down. 

Watching her masturbate never failed to excite him. The more aroused she became, the more rigid the small shaft of her clitoris got. There were hundreds of nerve endings in a woman’s clit; that’s why it was so sensitive. That’s why it needed a light and gentle touch. It wasn’t meant to be rubbed like an eraser moving back and forth over a piece of paper. 



“You look so fucking sexy.” Dorian began to stroke his dick as he watched Lisa work her fingers in and out. “Pussy so wet…so juicy…” 

Lisa’s fingers moved faster. Knowing she was close to climaxing, he lifted her off the table and sat down. With her straddling him, he impaled his curved, rock hard phallus deep inside of her depths. They both groaned loudly at the ultimate connection. Using the rungs of the chair to balance herself, Lisa held on to Dorian’s shoulders and began to get her rodeo on, riding Dorian like he was a wild mustang that needed taming. Dorian’s hands bit into her soft skin, but it was only to hold on as her hips rocked and rolled, up and down. She bounced down as he surged up and clapped her strong inner muscles tight around his shaft.“You like this, baby?” she asked seductively. “You like the way I’m fucking you, D?”“Hell, yeah.” Dorian’s voice was hoarse from excitement. “You know I do.”“Baby…I’m getting ready to cum,” she mumbled against his lips. “Oh, fuck, Dorian….Cum with me….” 

“I’m with you, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”Lisa threw her head back. “You’re so…deep.” 

Dorian held her tight as he as he plunged upwards once…twice more then erupted. Pressing his stiff shaft against her clit, Lisa followed him as her orgasm claimed her as well. Warm waves of energy seemed to burst out of every pore. Her body tingled as a mini waterfall flowed down Dorian’s length and wetting the chair. Wrapping their arms tightly around each other, they held on until the spasms and trembling subsided.Once Dorian felt as if he’d somewhat gotten the strength back in his legs, he stood up and carried Lisa up the stairs to their bedroom. Once there, he headed directly to the bathroom. He carefully placed her on her feet, then turned the shower on before washing them both. 

After he dried her off, he picked her up again and placed her in the bed. When he got in beside her, Lisa snuggled up against him. She’d missed the closeness they shared more than anything. 

“So when do you start this new job of yours?” he asked in a slow, drowsy voice.Lisa’s eyes opened. She looked up at him and smiled, knowing that was his way of saying he was okay with her working. They talked late into the night about her job as well as a variety of subjects until they drifted off to sleep. Smiling, Lisa’s last thoughts were of bees and sweet honey.© 2017 S.K. HardyALL RIGHTS RESERVEDAll rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic, mechanical, or other means without the written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.