And The Rest Was History

"Ha! It looks like I won." "Oh no! Not yet. It's my turn now." Natalie said as she got up and sprinted through the hallway. From the distance it sounded like she was rambling through the fridge before she slowly made her way back to him. "Ugh! I can’t believe you made me say I love you. Now I must bring my A-game to settle the score.” "Oh! You mean to tell me there’s more!" Johnathan said a little surprised. "Of course there is. Now I got to show you why they white girls are winning,” she replied. Meanwhile, Johnathan watched Natalie as she went over to her closet and pulled out some straps, a blindfold and a whip. A-ha! In the midst of defeat she gets kinkier when she's on liquor. Johnathan tried to sit up but she pushed me back down. "Now I want you to lay on the bed in an “X” formation" she said. "Oh shit! You mean like Malcolm?” “By any means necessary then” “Yes!” Johnathan said cheerfully as she laughed. "All you gotta do is give me a reason to." "Well, make it do what it does baby.” "Of course because you have the right to do as I say." "And if I don't?" “Trust me you don’t have a choice in the matter,” Natalie said as she began to strap his arms and legs down and blind folded him. "Oh shit baby, not too tight!" "I got you, baby," "Girl, I know you don’t plan to violate me, right?” “No, I’m not. But if I did, it would be very pleasing.” She said mischievously. To clarify, Johnathan wasn’t sure if he liked the thought of the unknown because anxiety had started to set in due to it being really dark. “Calm down! It’s not like you haven't been in stickier situations. Are you ready to tell me you love me?" "Only,If you can make me,” Johnathan said as he waited impatiently to see what tactics she had in store. He tried to envision her plans before the show started. “Oh shit! That's cold!" he said as the cold substance drizzled across his chest. Next Natalie used her tongue in an attempt to spell out, “do you love me yet?” "Nope! not yet but you are definitely starting to heat things up." “I guess there's hope for you yet. Now bite this!” "Oh hell no! Bite what?” “I’ll let you feel it first," Natalie said as she laughed and rubbed the substance across his chest. “Uh! It feels like it could possibly be a strawberry by the texture." "Wow! That was a good guess. I see you know your stuff, now open wide." “When I was younger, I was told that eating my fruits and vegetables would make me strong,” Johnathan said as he bit into the strawberry. "Oh, now that's good.” “So are you ready to tell me that you love me?” “Hell no but you’re getting warm- OH!!," Jonathan said as he jumped from something being sprayed across his toes. Natalie had started spraying a can of whip cream all over him. Only time would tell what would be forthcoming. He had several inches to spare but her tongue had miles to go in order to get straight to the point. Meanwhile, just when he thought she was going to miss the spot he realized she got it and kept going. Natalie had told him that she had never been with a black man before. Therefore he gave her a reason to visit a third-world country. "How about now? Do you love me yet?” "I refuse to negotiate with terrorists!” Johnathan yelled out. "Hmm! Ok I guess I’ll just have to suffer then." Natalie said as her tongue attacked his Eiffel Tower with strategic chocolate and whip cream bombs that entered a ‘No Fly Zone.” Johnathan never thought of himself as an edible arrangement, but it was right on schedule. There was plenty of fruit to go around and there were nuts in the midst of it all. “Now if you were my king I bet you would like to get this treatment all the time, wouldn’t you?" "Hell yeah. I could see myself getting used to this." "Well, all you gotta do is tell me you love me and watch what comes next." “I love what you do when you do what you do to me,” Jonathan said as he showed all 36 teeth in the dark. Although that was impossible, that was how he was feeling. Natalie kissed him and then proceeded back to doing the swirl. Sadly as Johnathan was thinking that love should have taken him back to Amber but love is supposed to always find a way to take you down a dark path. Jonathan felt like he understood its universal language, but was this really love? Or was he just a prisoner to the thought thereof? For quite some time he’s been knocking on lusts for a while. There is always someone looking for an invitation and this time Johnathan had found someone to ensnare his soul. Therefore, he couldn't resist any longer. He’d succumbed to her demands and risen to the challenge. To love or to lust, right now none of that matters because he was about to bust.