Oh, she’s trying to make my dick hard.
I lean in her face after I check her gloves. “You want to be in control, sweet baby? What would you do with that control? Tie me up? Choke me?”
My little freak bites her lip as she considers my question. “It wouldn’t be fun if I told you.”
I withhold my amusement because I want her to feel as if she’s achieving something. Women already have all the power in their hands and they can use that power to get whatever they want... but when it comes to control, no matter how in control she thinks she is, I’ll always have the upper hand; she just won't notice.
“We’ll see what happens later. Now, we box.”
Her lesson goes much better, she focused and followed instructions the entire time. She also didn’t act like all of her training had gone out of the window the moment I advanced. Looks like my princess is starting to enjoy learning how to fight. Oran and Ainslee crawling up each other’s ass has me thinking about Karessa and me. I know I told her I would make her stupid in love with me and I meant it but women fall in love in different ways.
“So, Oran and Ainslee decided to ‘date’. Is that something you’d want?”
Karessa chokes on her water because my question caught her off guard but in her true fashion, she recovers quickly.
“Um, I don’t think it’s necessary. They were kinda starting from scratch, no?” She continues when I nod. “We have somewhat of a history, we’re not starting from there. We both pretty much accepted we were getting married by the time we had our wedding and we both understood that we are in this together. Do you need to ‘court’ me? No. Should we make sure we have fun, work together, and continue to learn about each other? Yes. We can go out as a couple and I’m not going to complain about being wooed, but we are beyond ‘dating’. I really like that for them though. It’s cute.”
“Yeah, Ainslee wasn’t trying to tempt Oran like you were trying for me.”
“Jagger, I’m sure you know by now the difference between birthday party flirting and me trying to seduce you.”
I grab the back of her neck and steal a kiss. “I know you know the difference. Do you want to join them at the spa for an overnight in Fairhope or nah?”
She smiles big, once again reminding me just how beautiful she is without trying.
“Hell, yeah. Let me get un-sweaty and grab my passport.” I watch her ass poke out as she climbs through the ropes to get out of the ring. She stops and turns to look at me. “Jagger?”
“Yes?”
“It’s not just my decision. You have an opinion as well. Doyouwant to date?”
I smirk and hold my hand to my chest making sure to cheese like a teen girl. “I can’t believe you’re asking me out. I have a speech for this and everything.”
She shakes her head as she laughs at me. “Be ready at seven, sweet cheeks and I fully expect you to put out.”
I’d be the best fucking date she’s ever had.
* * *
Fairhope isone of our neighboring countries. It has a southern charm with a Cape Cod feel. When our countries commingled the kids from both sides would be thrown together. It wasn’t too bad since Oran and I are on the older end but he still liked to fuck with them. Deacon Fairhope is the second in command of the country so he has the pull to get us into the booked exclusive spa. Karessa bounces happily in her seat while I drive and I’m not sure if it’s just because she’s excited to be here or if it’s the call of adventure. I know with Oran and Ainslee, there’s never a dull moment, especially with the chemistry we all seem to share. I start to wonder if this was one of the things our friendship was missing. Not that Oran and I aren’t rock solid because we are, but it feels different with both of us not minding the company of our best friend’s woman. Sure, I want to choke Ainslee sometimes but overall this cohesion is great.
I have some naughty plans for my wife and I wonder if she'd be less excited or more excited knowing some of the things I want to do to her. We arrive in time to join Oran, Ainslee, Deacon, and his on again and off again lover Kimberly for lunch.
“Well, hello, asshole. Where the fuck is my personalized welcome card you bitch?”
Deacon just laughs and tilts his Stetson. “Good to see ya as well, Jagger.”
Oran and I fall into one of our exchanges that has Deacon laughing at how we never changed. This trip is the kind of change I need from the bullshit in my life. Karessa is teasing me in that damn dress and heels until I’m wondering if I should have insisted she dressed more casually. She’s learned that having her hair blown out around me is a waste of time so she has it braided out of her face with the ponytail in its normal coily glory. I almost feel like proposing.
We make it through Ainslee’s Beatle inspired photoshoot while Deacon and Kimberly lurk in the background.
“It’s time to ride bikes,” Karessa announces and she claps happily. She would be excited about such a simple activity. Then again, Fairhope has a no paparazzi policy that allows us to relax more.
Apparently, the girls had our day planned out. Ainslee chose the photoshoot, Karessa chose the bicycle riding to the beach, and then the little asshole, Ainslee, and I will settle a bet. I think it’s funny that she challenged me to a motorcycle race and I’m the one who taught her how to ride. I guess we’ll find out after dinner if the student surpassed the teacher.
I watch Karessa climb on the bicycle knowing damn well each peddle could show hints of her pussy. I’ll punish her later for making my dick hard while we’re trying to do a group activity.
It was refreshing to ride along the street with the wind in our hair, clearing our mind from the bullshit in life and feeling damn near like a kid again. Karessa looks so happy and relaxed as she chats with everyone.
