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Fulfillment(51)

By:K.M. Golland


The elevator doors opened to the apartment. He stepped in front of me and produced a blindfold from his pocket. “No bubbles are gonna burst, Hunny.” He placed it over my eyes, his serious yet sneaky smile disappearing as my vision turned black.

“What are you doing?” I asked, taken aback.

“Getting you ready for your present.”

“Bryce, I really don’t need another present. You’ve spoilt me enough as it is,” I said as he led me to the couch. I had my arms out like a zombie, braced and ready for God knows what.

“Relax. Here, sit down.” He guided me to a sitting position. “I have to give you this present, Alexis. I kind of promised you.”

I furrowed my brow, trying to remember a time where he had promised me something.

“You have no idea, do you?”

“No. None at all.”

“I should just let it go then. I really didn’t want to do it after I followed your instructions and ‘Googled’ it.” He let out a regretful huff and bound up the stairs. “Wait there,” he called back.

“I’m not exactly in a position to go anywhere, Bryce. Where are you going?” I yelled. He didn’t answer me.

The room grew silent as I sat awkwardly on the edge of my seat, alone and in darkness. I felt very self-conscious and slightly anxious at not being able to see what was going on around me. Time felt longer with a blindfold on for some reason.

It felt like minutes and minutes before I heard him come down the stairs again. “Finally. What took you so long?”

“If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. And trust me...I don’t think I’ll be doing it again. My arse is very fucking uncomfortable right now. I have a newfound respect for you, Hunny.”

“What?” I laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Shhh,” he breathed unbearably close to my mouth, startling me as he dragged his lips across mine, the sensation heightened because I could not see it coming. “You’re about to find out. When you hear the music, take your blindfold off.”

My mouth was open, ready for his lips and tongue. I moved my neck forward searching for his lips that were no longer there. Hang on, what? Music?

The deep drum and bass sounds of “My Pony” by Ginuwine filled the room. I jumped in my spot at first, wondering what the hell the noise was, but when I realised it was Bryce’s sound system playing the sexy R&B song, I grabbed at my blindfold and tore it down from my face. My eyes needed a second to adjust to the light that was now streaming into them, but when they did, I found Bryce at the top of the step, standing with his legs apart and his hands behind his back, wearing a baseball cap, a hoodie, very baggy tracksuit pants and white runners. Visions of Channing Tatum in Magic Mike played across my memory, together with me telling Bryce after a bet that he lost, that he would have to perform a ‘Channing’ for me.

My eyes widened as he rolled his neck around, in a slow, sexy and seductive way. I gasped, throwing my hands over my mouth. Holy fuck, he’s really gonna do a Channing. Realising what he was about to do for me, I squealed then kicked my feet up and down on the ground.

“Oh! My! God! Bryce!” I shrieked.

He unzipped his jacket as he took a step toward me, sliding my way to the beat. I squealed again as he got closer, bouncing up and down on my seat, my smile threatening to spread wider than the edges of face—if that was at all possible.

He moved his hips to the beat as he removed his jacket and dropped it on the floor, a smirk appearing at the corner of his mouth. Fuck, where the hell did this dancing God come from? He’s got moves!

He rolled his body back a few times as he raised his eyebrow suggestively at me, prompting an instant squeezing of my legs together. My pussy abruptly woke up, beckoning his touch, a touch I wanted desperately, but not until he’d finished Magic-Miking for me. This was just too fucking good.

He slid my way a little more then ran his hands down his chest which was covered in a tight white singlet top. My mouth went dry and I swallowed slowly. Oh, fuck. I’m about to sexually combust. I could feel the blood rushing to my head as he got down on his hands and knees and crawled toward me then he slid backward in a dry-hump-the-floor kind of way. I laughed and threw my head back, as that particular move was my favourite part of Magic Mike’s strip tease in the movie, and Bryce just pulled it off perfectly.

He smiled at me, then with ease, did a back flip. I screamed, unprepared for his talented acrobatics and for fear he was about to land on his head. He didn’t though. He landed perfectly on his feet then stripped off his singlet triumphantly, revealing his delicious chest, abs and that freakishly fantastic ‘V’ muscle.