After getting the dishes loaded and we wiped down the surfaces in the backyard, we sit on the porch swing, enjoying a drink.
The cool breeze that cuts through the early, spring humidity of East Texas, it's nice on the skin. The tiki torches are still lit to help ward off any pesky, early-bird mosquito's that may be buzzing around. The humming of the early cicadas filled the air as we sipped our drinks.
"You know Lirael, since they're having to rip out drywall and such for the club, I was thinking about doing some changes." Lance breaks the calm silence of the night.
"Oh really? What were you thinking about changing?" I ask, leaning forward, intrigued.
"One of the larger rooms is going to be divided into two rooms. Some reinforcement is being added to the stage area in the bar for a few detachable poles I've purchased, but I'm also adding those reinforcements in a few rooms. I was curious if you had any ideas that could do the club some good?" He leans closer, pulling his phone out to show me the rough sketches of the changes being made.
"Hmmm, I'd add some extra ceiling and floor reinforcements, adding more D rings or spots for swings and other toys where we may need them. Other than that, maybe those mini fridges with water or even those cup dispensers so we can get tap water to drink. Sometimes we forget to grab water before a scene and don't want or can't leave in the middle of a scene." I add the last bit as an after thought and laugh at it's simplicity. "Sorry, it's seems such a simple thing to ask for a cup dispenser in the rooms."
Lance shakes his head, "Nothing to apologize for. That's not a bad idea. I am pretty sure I can do that, plus put in a water filtration spout on the outer wall of the bathrooms so I'm not running a bunch of extra pipe around. It would not cost that much extra a month for cups, and yearly for the filtration cartridges. Also, I have to agree with the extra D rings. I was thinking about putting more on areas along the walls too."
I beam at him, "Good, I'm glad I actually had a decent idea. If I think of anything else, I will let you know." I sigh, downing the rest of my drink.
"Shall we get another?" I ask, motioning at my empty glass.
"Sure." He follows me inside and we make another drink.
I'm just humming along with a song in my head, enjoying my strong buzz from the evening's libations.
After a minute, Lance who's been quiet while we make our drinks, sighs and sets his drink down.
"Lirael, I wanted to apologize about earlier. I know you have an issue with affectionate displays and it didn't cross my mind when I did it." Lance says heavily.
I'm caught off guard as my mind draws a blank.
"What are you referring to?" I take another drink as I try to think and then it hits me. "Oh, never mind. I remember now."
Sighing deeply, I shake my head into my hand and set my glass down. "Don't worry about it, Lance. I know you're safe and won't hurt me. I do have to keep reminding myself that you are not that asshole when my body reacts on its own. However I also know that I can't keep letting him have control of me and my life like that." I stare off at the floor, not ready to feel exposed if he tries to search my eyes.
Lance's shoes come closer, stopping in front of me. "Lirael?"
I slowly raise my face to his, but like a coward, have my eyes closed with my head back, calming myself. "Yes?"
I feel his hands move some hair behind my ears, as he says quietly, "I'm glad you know that I would never hurt you like he has. That you trust me like that."
My eyes flutter open as I search his face, my buzz slowing my thought processing.
He presses his body closer to mine, making my breath hitch in my chest, my mouth go dry, making me lick my lips in response. His eyes catch this subtle action, making him groan.
His husky voice escapes him, as his face inches closer to tell me, "As much as I enjoy Mistress and all the fun we have, there is something I can't deny." One of his hands slides down to my waist, the other stays near my face, "I can't deny the fact, that I'd love to pick you up by your ass, press you into the wall and devour you at times, before taking you like a beast would. It is tempting. Especially when you give me those doe-eyed looks like you are, right now."
He's physically trembling, struggling, holding himself back.
I don't think, I just know I'm melting in more places then just between my legs.
"Lance..." I start to say something, what I'm not sure.
His mouth descends on mine, tasting my lips, his body pressing against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, making Lance breathe deeply, picking me up by my ass setting me up on the counter to nestle between my legs.
My core is fluttering and pulsing, begging for him to take me right now. I rock my body against his, desperate to show him how badly I wanted him. His desire for me floods my senses with his tongue promising me things with his kiss, his hands caressing and gripping me tighter to him.
His mouth leaves mine as we catch our breath, staring with heavy lidded eyes at each others swollen lips from our kiss.
Lance scoops me up, gripping my ass in his hands, not letting me down as he walks me upstairs. He's whispering sexy, lusty promises that he's about to do to me, making my toes curl and little moans at the thoughts, escape me.
Maybe it's because it is just Lance, or maybe it's because of the alcohol, but no anxiety enters my mind.
As he sets me down on the bed, kissing me deeply, grinding his body into me, I let him, begging for more.