Leather & Lace

Chapter 3

It’s been a week since Edward left. A week of crying, breaking things, self pity, and eating all junk food. Lacey hasn't left her room. Her parents called and sent messages. Edward must have informed his parents of ending our engagement and they called hers. She laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She had no clue what she was going to do. How was she going to explain their break up without exposing him? She didn’t know. She decided to just try and take a nap to clear her mind from this. She thought about the sexy stranger she met at Mystical Pleasures. She thought about how his lips were so close to ear, the way his deep voice rumble as he spoke, and the way her traitorous body lit up as they touched. Now that she was single, maybe she would eventually see him again. She drifted off to sleep laughing at that thought.

“Mmmm, Brett,” she moaned as he slapped her ass. His hand cupped her ass cheek before giving it another hard smack. “Oh God!”

“Does that turn you on, Lace?” He greeted her ass with another smack.

“Yes,” she hissed.

He let a low sexy laugh in her ear as he trailed his finger between her ass. He teased her ear by licking the lobe before giving it a bite. She was getting wetter with each touch.

“Now, I want you to please me.” Lacey sat up, giving him the most seductive smile and walked in front of him and then pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Damn, he loved her confidence. Loved the fact that she wasn’t afraid to explore her s****l desires. She was so sexy right now with the fire leaping from her eyes.

She grabbed his d**k, lined it up with her wet p***y, and began to pounce on it. She did a few pumps before grinding on him making him growl. God he felt so good. He had a tight grip on her hips and began pumping her until she was close to release. He held her body against his as his thrusts matched hers. He felt her legs tightened.

“You better not come,” Brett grunted.

“I- I need to. I c-can’t hold it.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Ahhhhh!”

Lacey popped up covered in sweat. Her heart raced against her chest. She tried to make sense of what she just dreamed of. And who the hell was Brett? She felt embarrassed about the moisture that’s between her legs. Lacey has never dreamed about anything so erotic. She was a whole different person and the funny thing was that it felt real.

The next afternoon Lacey felt a little better. She cleaned up the house and made a few calls about remodeling. She loved the house even though she once shared it with Edward. But now that it's over, she wants to change it. It was too picture perfect. She started with highlighting her toffee brown hair by adding a honey blonde streaks. She gave herself a nice trim and when she was finished, she smiled.

Her parents called to check on her after hearing about the break up. She reassured them that she’s fine. She also told them that they just grew apart but will remain friends. She hasn’t really spoken to Edward since he left, although he has sent a few text messages and sent flowers to her door, which she immediately tossed in the trash.

The next thing on her list was to get a manicure and pedicure. She spent all her two hours getting the best manicure and pedicure she ever had. Now it was time to shop. Lacey thought about Edward’s words. Go live. She found herself in a luxury boutique. After spending close to seven thousand dollars, she basically had a whole new wardrobe. It was after seven in the evening when she made it back home. She cleaned out her closet and arranged her new clothes. She decided that she would host a garage sale with her old ones along with whatever Edward left here.

Go live. Those words played in her head again. She’s single now and can do whatever she wants. She found herself curious about going back to Mystical Pleasure. She was technically an official member now, thanks to Mr. Newman. Besides, she wondered if she would ever run into him again. She realized never caught his first name. She figured the only way to know was to go back there. She called her best friend, Izzy, to see if she wanted to come but she didn’t answer. Izzy was always busy with either work or her one night stands.

A part of her was envious that she could live so freely and not worry about the ifs. “f**k it, I’m going to do it.” She convinced herself. So, she got dressed, wearing a short, thin strapped, satin red dress that stopped mid thigh, exposing her toned legs. She gave herself a full glam makeover before grabbing her small purse and keys. She figured that she might as well take Edwards advice.