4/ Role Play's Pleasurable Revenge

The vibrating of Dean’s cell phone somewhat distracted me from his previous words, which made a storm rage deep within my soul. I had to try to contain my pain and anger because I knew his dirty dark secret and that he was lying to me, right in front of my face. Maybe I’d confront him tonight. Perhaps I’d break up with him.  Or maybe, just maybe, I’d show him that I was never the girl he thought I was.

I looked at him, knowing he was a vile man. But I couldn’t let him see my true feelings. So, I let him talk; every sentence is another thread on the web he’d spun. I watched him, searching for signs of guilt, for any flicker of truth behind his lies. But I could see the message he read on his phone; it left him a little stunned.

“Is everything okay? Do you need to make a call? I can wait…” I paused.

“Oh no baby, don’t stop, let’s continue.” Dean insisted.

“Are you sure?” I asked, touching him. I could feel his heart pounding as I ran my hand down his chest, and over his shirt and slacks, coming to a stop, right where his belt buckle and pants zipper met. I teased him,im letting my hand linger for a moment at his belt buckle before I started rubbing the outside of his already rock-hard rod.

"So far, so good. Do you mind if I take a closer look?"

"Not...not at all," he tells me, trying and failing to control his breathing. I unzip his fly.

"Oh my," I pretended to smile. "You have a magnificent shaft." That wasn’t a lie, but the thought of him willingly giving it to some other woman infuriated me. But I couldn’t ruin my plan or this role play.

Dean pridefully blushed, as his eyes filled with lustful desire; you would have thought this was his first time with a girl. Which wasn't true. I knew men love to get a compliment about that one body part, and it excites and embarrasses him. I had never seen a vulnerable side to him before, until tonight.

"Thanks," he says sheepishly.

I laugh sultrily. "What’s the matter? Is this your first time, bab, doing something like this? I’ll take my time; we have all night. I’m going to love you slow and easy, or do you want it rough?” I said, licking my lips before planting kisses on his jawline and then biting his neck. Listening to him moan. I tried not to think about how I felt on the inside, almost sick to my stomach with hurt. Ilayd him back against the sofa, lying on top of hi,m looking into his face. He wants to dig his eyeballs out.

“You are so beautiful.” He groaned out huskily.

 I let my hair fan over him like a silk curtain, as his finger traced my cheekbones.

“Your skin is silky soft like creamy praline candy, full, beautiful lips, and eyes the color of chocolate diamonds. I could stare at you like this forever.”

I laughed to keep from crying. “This isn’t like you. Are you shy?” I asked him

 He chuckled nervously under his breath. "Right now, yeah. A little. I have never seen this side of you before, and I like it. Baby, no other woman does for me what you do for me."

My breast pressed against his heaving chest.

“I’m so hungry for you.”  He began kissing me passionately, and his hands roamed over my barely clad body.  His mouth went to my neck, kissing his way along the path of love, down to my bra, where my cleavage was exposed, before being hindered by a nude lace bra.

The mewls of pleasurable lies spewed from his lips as he told me how much he loved me. The more I saw him fall deeper into their love-filled expressions, the more I released. Watching him getting more and more engulfed in my displays of love-making. I whispered in his ear, “OH, Dean, I can’t wait for the day I become your wife, and we get to have foreplay like this every single day, and all night.”

“Hmm, yes, yes.” He moaned.

This man showed no signs of guilt.

The force of my pleasure, I withdrew from his body, at the height of his enjoyment. The thing is that he didn’t want this to end. I could tell as I began to withdraw from his hold. “I have a gift for you.”

Dean reaches out longingly, inviting me to return to his arms. And my only thought was that there was one thing I was sorry about, which was giving him my heart.

In that moment, as his eyes danced with excitement as I fumbled to pull my lace panties off, everything became clear. The only time this man has ever truly shown any appreciation for my quirks or smiles. For my supple body and beautiful soul. Or ever expressed “I love you, Janiya,” is doing moments like this one.

I pulled away and dropped the small, delicate panties saturated in my essence on his abdomen. While he lay there, anticipating the next exciting move he thought I was about to make.

But I stepped back, picking up the trench coat from the floor, closing it over my body, as I walked toward my front door and opened it wide.

Dean was utterly shocked as his hand reached out for me.

“Baby, where are you going? I don’t understand what’s happening right now?”  

He could see my eyes narrowed into a slit, peering at him as anger surged within me, as I turned to face him.

“That’s what’s wrong with men like you, you are never satisfied, you want your cake and eat it too. I’m not going to be your cake, Dean.”

“No, baby, that’s not true. I want you, and we could have a good life together.”

“I don’t need you to give me a good life. I can, and I will provide that for myself. So, goodbye, Dean. Enjoy those,” I pointed my finger at the underwear he held in his hand. “This is all you will ever have of me.”

“Wait, baby, what did I do? I thought we were having fun here…”

“It’s over, Dean, and I wish yo and whoever Brooklyn i, a happy life together!”  When I said her name. Dean shot straight up in a state of shock off my sofa.

“Wait, wait, Huh? What’s going on?”

I knew he saw the hurt and anger in my eyes, and he heard it in my tone. “Get out! And don’t ever come back!” My hands clenched into tight fists, as my breathing quickened. There were no more words for him to say to me, as he walked out my door and I slammed it behind him.

But the story wasn’t finished. Not yet. Not for either of us.