“And now that you know I’m not the man you can fuck over, I want us to move on. I’m not going to do anything to you, Bria. I actually want to put more effort into our marriage. That’s why I asked you on this date. A nigga trying to be a better husband, but I need you to let go of that fear and loosen up. I wanna have fun with you.”
She blushed. “What kind of fun?”
Lo smirked, showcasing a top row of white teeth and a bottom row of gold slugs.
“I’ll tell you when you promise to let go of that fear. You're married to a man who ain’t scared of shit. My wife gotta be fearless. Even if you scared, you can’t show it. And I’m not asking you to stop being scared right away, I’m just saying let it go, eventually, ‘cause I’m not going to hurt you.”
This level of assurance was what Bria needed to let go of the idea that Lo would harm her. She understood his madness even though she didn’t agree with it. Granted, he could’vehandled Dough differently or kept their issues between them. However, for the sake of their marriage, Bria promised to make an effort to feel safe with him.
“Okay, I’ll try to do better, but do you promise that I’m safe with you?”
He nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Bria moaned slightly, wishing they weren’t in a public place that way she could straddle him and ride all of the anxiety out of her body.
“You're safe, I swear. Now, do you wanna have some fun?”
There was mischief in Lo’s eyes, prompting her to grin.
“What kind of fun are you talking about?”
Reaching inside his pocket, he pulled out a small black device.
“Go to the bathroom and put this in your panties.”
Bria’s mouth gaped before she blushed. “Lo, are you serious?”
“Yeah, now go do it.”
Grabbing the device from his hand, Bria got up and strutted to the bathroom. Walking into a stall, she lifted her dress and pulled her panties down mid-thigh. She chuckled at the thought of her being nervous then thrilled within a matter of minutes. Bria put the device on the seat of her panties before pulling them up. She made sure the device was on her clitoris before walking out the stall and washing her hands.
Bria returned back to the table and took a seat. Lo’s eyes were on her like bees to honey.
“I didn’t think you would like my fun,” he admitted.
Taking a sip of her wine, she then asked, “Why not?”
“‘Cause I’m different, and I like different shit. You gon’ be cool with that, Bri-Bri?”
She smiled at the mention of the nickname he had suddenly given her. “Do I have a choice?”
He shook his head. “Not after I got a piece of that amazing pussy you have. You know it’s no longer yours, right?”
Bria was so turned on. The bad side of Lo was one she couldn’t deny. For years, she had been considered a good girl to the public. The baby of the Harvey bunch. All people saw in her was a ballerina who lived cautiously and resided with her parents. With Lo, she could unleash her inhibitions. There were no bounds with him. He could bring out the bad girl in her and deep down, Bria wanted to be his bad bitch. She didn’t feel like herself at the moment. The darkness that swirled in his eyes had somehow taken residence inside hers.
“You hear me? That’s my pussy now. I control it. I want to have so much control over her that she cums without me touching her. Can I do that right now?”
Bria nodded, feeling as if she had been under hypnosis. The waitress approached the table, disrupting the heavy chemistry brewing between the couple.
“How are you guys doing? Is there anything I can get for you? Perhaps a refill on that drink?”
Lo didn’t give her any eye contact because he was too busy taking in every single detail of Bria’s face.
“Yeah, a refill will be cool.”
“Alright, I’ll be right back with that.”
As soon as she walked away, Lo leaned closer, resting his elbows on the table.
“Are you wet?”
