<Teasing him until the beast awakens>

|Jadesola|

"DRESS UP?" Kian quizzed in an incredulous voice, skeptic. His petrified frame was still midway inside the room and out the door.

Turning away to the mirror, I asked in a breezy tone, like this was the norm and we were a normal couple on our honeymoon, "Yes, dress up. Got anything wrong with that?"

He didn't reply, a shaky puff of breath escaping him. Shrouding a smirk, I grabbed an oversize shirt, his, and slid my arms into it, leaving the buttons unfastened. Remnants of the cologne sprayed on his shirt, spicy and earthy swirled around me, my nipples prodding the material and a chilly air wafting onto my exposed torso and pussy.

My neck angled back. He still stood, shock written clearly on his face. Here I was, the lady who'd flared at him hours earlier, naked in his shirt. But I had to give him brownie points though. The damned man had bolted his eyes shut.

I couldn't have that now, could I? No. I needed him to watch me intently. Just like he'd done at my cousin's wedding.

Rotating on the balls of my feet, certain that my feminine wares were displayed, I sashayed up to him with slow, suggestive steps.

"Welcome husband." I leaned forward on tiptoes and kissed his cheeks, soft.

Kian went rigid, the tray he gripped, shaking slightly. Heavy tension seeped out of his pores, his well-defined jaw ticking furiously.

The urge to snicker flooded me but I clamped down on the feeling. While I had a hunch I would be smirking frequently tonight, I still had to act the part of a clueless wife who needed her husband's help.

I knitted my brows together in a frown, except that he didn't notice with his vision deprived. "We don't want strangers leering at your naked wife, Kian. You forgot to close the door."

He started to shift back, but I wound my wrists around his and urged him out of the doorway. "Don't worry, I'll do it." My voice came out in a low, throaty whisper. Then I inclined forward and shut the door, brushing my breasts across his heaving chest. That action had two effects, one desired. The other, terribly undesired. The former being, a muffled groan escaping Kian's open lips and the latter, my nipples swelling in response.

Fuck. I gave him a small berth, loathing my body. The last strategy of the plan was to get aroused.

This, letting my fingers linger on him, had taken me a great deal of courage. When he was gone after dropping me off earlier, I'd skimmed through a lot of seduction videos, moves that would leave him thirsty. So I wasn't backing down because of my body's response. It was like modeling in the nude except that there was no camera, just one audience.

Kian cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for not knocking. If I had an idea that you were changing, I would have stayed out for a while."

His obtuseness was frustrating and I rolled my eyes heavenwards. "Well, thank God you didn't."

"Uhm, I don't know about that Jadesola." He began to reverse, seeking for an escape from me. "I'll just drop this here and leave."

"No," I cut in a sharp voice, quick and fixed myself between him and the door, effectively blocking his escape. Now standing behind him, I looped my arms around his abdomen and pressed my body to his, the frictional sensation of rubbing my chest against him sending tingles to my aching breasts. I ignored the feeling. "You're not leaving. What part of watching me dress up did you not understand?"

"Jadesola?" Shock laced in his gruff voice. He probably thought I was bipolar.

"Yes?" I chirped and carressed his abs through his tightly fitted shirt, gentle. Sensual.

His next sentence came out in a hoarse groan, "You're naked in my fucking shirt and touching me."

"I know," I said matter of factly, allowing a smirk to finally surface. "You appeared so stiff when you first came in and I'm just getting you warm and ready. Don't you like it?"

Kian remained mute as I tenderly stroked the skin of his arm, neck and meshed my fingers into the wavy strands of his dark blonde hair, loving. The man was probably still in a daze, wary of the unknown and I yearned to torment him further. He had made me really pissed by recalling the mirror incident. Fixing my mirror. So fucking what? Like I was a dog asking to be flung a bone. Idiot. Either way, I had to retaliate. To slash the bastard's dick and soothe the vengeful spirit seated in my soul.

My touch headed south.

Alarmed, Kian jerked his shoulders up, permitting a respectable distance from my sneaky hands and his crotch. "I really have to leave."

"Leave? We haven't even started." I slipped out behind him and scrutinized my helpless husband with a raptor gaze.

Fuck him. His eyes were still shut tight. I swept my lashes down itching to see if he was aroused yet. The tray he grasped, his knuckles tinged white around its edges, hid his groin from me in that angle so I couldn't exactly fathom whether the dude was hard.

What was he even holding? Dinner?

Sulking, I skimmed my fingers across his chest, sure my breasts were in his line of sight should he choose to keep them open. "I didn't take you to be a prude, Kian."

"I'm the last thing from a prude but this is so unlike you." The air around him shimmered in suspicion.

Considering how I'd acted earlier, his suspicions were damn on point.

"Yeah 'cos you caught me naked," I cast my lips in a pout, whining. "So? Are we not married?"

"Fuck." Kian pried his eyes open. And I finally knew why he'd closed them. Towering above me, those deep blue eyes were dilated, glittering brightly. A torrent of liquid fire loomed in their mesmerizing depth. Hooded, dark lashes fringing those gorgeous orbs, they threatened to pull me under their seductive willes.

And they did. I was spellbound, blood rushed to my cheeks, an answering fire burning within the depths of my belly. Fuck no, Jadesola! He's a monster. Blinking rapidly, I regained control of myself and concentrated on the task at hand. But first, I had to steer my wooing conquest in another direction. One where I wouldn't be in such close proximity to him.

Riveting my gaze on the dish he laid out before me, I commented, "Ouhh! What do we have here, Kian?"

"Jollof rice." He'd lowered his dark head, the tautness rolling off him in waves.

I arched a brow, curious. "For me?"

"Yeah," he said in a low, hoarse tone. His bright eyes darted everywhere else apart from me. "I made it for you because you wished to eat some earlier."

I hid another predatory smile that tugged at my lips. Kian was a man who pulled the strings, others following. But it seemed the opposite now that the tables had overturned. For the very first time since I'd met him, I finally stood in charge. Being the predator, and him, the prey.

Bending down, breasts swaying with that movement, I uncovered the plate. Wow. While I was expecting a mangle of half-cooked rice and repulsive concoctions, the tomato-red rice grains looked soft and fluffy, a mix of vegetables. A huge slab of fried chicken and an aromatic scent completed the savory ensemble. I shuttered my amazed expression and picked a fork.

On second thought, I handed the fork to him. "Feed me."

A tiny quirk of confusion flitted past his face but he did as I bid, fixing his stare sorely onto my lips.

Rich flavor burst on my tongue. Spicy and tart, it was anything but bland. And exactly the way I liked my jollof rice cooked. For a first try, he did surprisingly well.

Kian watched me, eager to know what my reaction would be.

While his cooking blew my mind away, I was obviously going to lie. He couldn't have me seducing him and singing his praises at the same time now, could he? Nah.

"It's bland but I guess it's the thought that matters," I lied.

He managed a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, it's the thoughts that matter. I'll try better next time."

Awkward.

"Anyways, we've wasted enough time. It's getting late and I need to go to sleep early today." I covered the plate and whirled around to return to my previous lair, the mirror. "Drop the food on the nightstand. I'll try to see if my taste buds will be more accommodating later."

As if he'd been waiting for an opportunity to have me out of his sight, Kian quickly moved and dropped the tray. Rocking on the balls of his feet, 100% nervous, he placed his right hand inside his pocket and whipped out his phone.

"Jadesola, about your dress up. I won't be able to stay. Something just came. I have to really go and-"

"Fuck it." I cocked an insolent brow at his reflection as I styled my twists in a bun. "Who's going to help me zip up?"

Raking a strong hand through his hair, he cursed in quite a colorful language, his frustration so clear. It streamed out of his pores and filled the air in the room. So condensed that I could actually feel it. But baba should calm down small sha. This was just the beginning. I was merely getting started.

"I thought you tested the clothes while we shopped," he protested in a rough voice, like his sanity was trickling away with every minute I stood in front of him.

"Of course I didn't. It was night, remember?" I snapped, unable to help the annoyance in my tone. What the fuck was wrong with him? Did he think I enjoyed tempting him? Heck no. He could save himself the stress of being tortured and touch me. That way it would end this punishment for both of us.

He licked his lips, swallowed and seemed to want to refute my statement but merely nodded. Then he rounded the bed. Before he sat, he asked again, probably to be certain I wasn't playing tricks on him, "Are you sure you want me to stay?"

"Yes." I inflected a conviction I didn't exactly feel in my reply and smiled at him through the mirror. "You're just helping me pick nicer outfits. Nothing else."

Lies. And lies. And many to come.

He settled on the bed, long legs extended, the weight of his powerful body making the sheets dip. His arms hung off his knees, cloaking his groin area so that no one, a.k.a me, could make out whether he had grown a hard-on. Or fucking not.

As I bent to arrange the shopping bag in front of the wardrobe, he sneaked lusty gazes at my ass when he thought I wasn't watching. But I was.

The corner of my lips curled in a coy grin, anticipation fizzing in my blood.  Fast and hot. Guess who was finally coming into play?

A/N: This part is so mellow I swear but not part two which comes today!! Buckle up for a sexy rideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm actually so excited to put the second scene out here cos damnnnnnnnnn!🤌🏾

Ngl, I'm learning a thing or two from Jadesola. And I have part two draft ready but it needs to be edited because I got to take my time leaving the best for you all!🌚❤️

Ayeeee, I'm so superrrr exicted to finish editing the nextttt!

Love,
Nita!