The Billionaire's Wife(3)

“Whoa” he holds up both hands defensively “I just meant that you shouldn’t have to work so hard. Every woman deserves to be treated like a…” he hesitates “Princess Leia.”



“What?!” I burst out laughing as he makes the Star Wars reference.



“You know! Every woman deserves to be treated like a princess. As for being chained up once in a while…” I nod knowingly.



“In a gold bikini right? While some fat, odious guy drools all over her?” He shrugs.



“Hey, whatever floats your boat. I fully support the chains; anything you bring to the table is up to you.” He chuckles, an innocent laugh and I crack a smile again.



“So who would you be in this analogy then?”



“Me?” He pours himself a shot of gin and leans on to the bar, “well, that’s a tough one. The handsome knight in shining armor with a little fetish for kink.”



“Little? I’ve known you all of five minutes and you’ve already talked about chaining girls up!”



“Oh Melissa, are you telling me that your closet is clear of skeletons? There are no furry handcuffs under your bed?” There aren’t actually, I’m a little embarrassed to admit it but I’ve only ever had vanilla sex with one very vanilla man and while it wasn’t thrilling it did the job. “Well?”



“I plead the fifth on that one.” I take a few big gulps of my drink and watch as he slams his shot down.



“No, no. No pleading the fifth. This…” he points to my half empty glass “is a truth cocktail.”



“Bullshit” I down the rest of it and set the glass on the bar “see?” He holds up his finger.



“Just give it a minute…” we stare at each other for a minute and realizing that I’ll more than likely never see the guy again I let my mouth run loose.



“I’ve only had sex with one guy and he wasn’t in to” I wave my hand dismissing the idea “that stuff.”



“Ooohhhhhh,” Ricky leans forward and pinches my chin between his thumb and finger “now that’s a real shame. I can see you looking very pretty all trussed up and ready to please.” I can feel my cheeks burning and my eyes are starting to water. He leans his face down to mine until I can smell the gin on his breath and feel the warmth of his skin radiating. “Mmm, what a lurid sight that would be.”



“Do you get off embarrassing women?” I pull my face from his and look at him accusingly.



“Only when they like it too and you - well, I can tell you like it.”



“Oh? And how is that?”



“Because…” his hand grabs my chin again and pulls my lips to his. He presses those soft lips against mine and lets his hand slip behind my ear, pulling my mouth in to his. His tongue slides between my lips and I feel him inviting me to play, his hand gliding through my hair. I moan in to him as I lean forward and kiss back before he pulls away.



“Now, let’s try this truth cocktail again and see what other truths and consequences we can uncover” He starts mixing another drink. I can feel my head already whirling but I’m having a lot more fun down here than I was upstairs. I feel a bit like I’ve stepped in to an adult version of Narnia, through the basement door and in to the bar where the horny bartender makes a bid for my affections.



“Just remember, I have to be able to walk afterwards” Once again I eye the shaker as it becomes a pool of swirling colors.



“That’s a pity.” I’m not sure what he means but he flashes that half smile again and I ask him to clarify. “What I mean is, I have something extra special for you but it’s definitely off the table if you want to be able to walk afterwards.” This time I am confident that my cheeks match the scarlet lace panties I put on this morning and I giggle nervously. He was flirting with me, not just flirting flirting but FLIRTING.



“Well, they might not miss me for a little while…” I can’t believe I even said that. It sounds just as desperate coming out of my mouth as it did in my head but the guy is gorgeous and my brain to mouth filter seems to have gone to hell.



“Is that right?” Ricky tops the shaker and gives it a good shake before pouring it in to a Martini glass and slipping a paper umbrella in to it. I take it and sip it awkwardly, not knowing what to say next. “Good?” he asks and I nod, taking another mouthful.



“Slow down.” His voice is almost a growl as he snaps and places a napkin on the bar top “drink it too fast and you’ll get lightheaded.”