One Wild Night

Chapter 986: La Diva



Back home from their perfect evening out, Tom and Lucy made their way to their bedroom, still warmed by the laughter and magic of the night.

Lucy stretched her arms and let out a contented sigh, glancing around the cozy room they had filled with so many memories.

Tom watched her with a soft smile, "What are you thinking?" He asked, and she giggled, her eyes twinkling.

"For some reason I suddenly remembered the first time I woke up here," she said, and Tom chuckled.

"What did you think about it?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"It is just funny that it turned out to be my home. I never would have imagined that," she said with a small smile, and Tom grinned.

"Well, I imagined it. Now come, let's freshen up," he said as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

He helped her get out of her clothes and neatly dropped them in the laundry basket, and then she returned the favor. As she raised his sweater above his head to help him take it off, she kissed his nipple and Tom laughed as he turned away.

Together, they washed up side by side, sharing the mirror as they brushed their teeth, occasionally catching each other's eyes and breaking into wide smiles or spanking each other's butt.

As they stood under the shower, Tom splashed water on his face, and Lucy, seeing the playful glint in his eye, mimicked his move, laughing as droplets sprayed between them.

Once they were both refreshed, Tom grinned, tilting his head. "Well, Jewel, it's time for the performance."

Lucy raised her brow, feigning innocence. "Oh, you think I forgot? I believe you promised to go first," she teased, crossing her arms with a mock-serious face.

Tom chuckled, hands up in surrender. "Fair enough. Just give me a minute," he said as he pulled out her vanity stool and placed it at the center of the room while Lucy watched with an amused smile.

"What's that for?" She asked as he ushered her to sit on it.

"Relax," he said with a dramatic bow, and then turned off most of the lights in the room before he disappeared into the closet, leaving Lucy sitting there with a growing smile as she heard shuffling sounds from inside.

Lucy felt the anticipation bubbling up as she waited in the darkness. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard soft music start up from the closet. She bit her lip to keep from laughing, guessing what he was up to.

Finally, Tom emerged, wearing only his briefs and the bright red Christmas hat perched on his head, a serious look on his face as he took a deep breath and started moving to the beat.

Lucy stifled a laugh, but she couldn't stop her smile as he strutted toward her, a playful intensity in his eyes.

With exaggerated movements, Tom danced his way over to her, making some intentionally over-the-top, seductive moves as he circled around her. She let out a delighted laugh, shaking her head as he rolled his shoulders and spun around with a flourish, all while keeping that comically serious expression.

He stopped right in front of her, straddling her without sitting down, and leaned close, brushing his lips against her neck, leaving a gentle kiss that made her shiver. When she reached out to touch him, he grinned, pulling back with a wink. "Uh-uh, no touching yet," he murmured, continuing to tease her with light, feather-like touches along her collarbone. Lucy's laughter softened into warm chuckles, and after a few more minutes of his performance, she held up her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. My turn. At least now I have something to compare with the male strippers when I see them," she joked as she rose. Tom chuckled as he sat down on the seat she had just vacated, his eyes bright with excitement. She disappeared into the closet, and he raised an eyebrow, curious to see what she would do.

When she returned, his jaw dropped slightly when he saw her dressed in a red three piece lace garter belt bra and panty lingerie set with the Christmas hat on her head.

"Christ! When did you get those?" He asked, and Lucy giggled.

"When you weren't looking," she said, striking a sexy pose at the doorway.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" Tom asked, and she grinned.

"Not tonight. I'm just a stripper. My name is La Diva," she said with a wink and Tom chuckled, enjoying her attempt at role play.

"Oh, nice. It's nice to meet you," he said, and she stepped away from the doorway and closer to him.

"Oh, so we're bringing props into this," he joked when he saw she was holding a silver cuff from his little box of "toys,"

"Just a little extra holiday spirit," she replied with a mischievous grin, stepping forward and gently guiding his hands behind his back, clicking the cuff into place.

Tom chuckled, giving her a playful look as he watched her every move.

As a soft rhythm played in the background, Lucy started swaying her hips in a slow dance, inching closer to him as she slowly began to strip out of her costume.

She maintained eye contact, her smile teasing as she slid her skirt down, revealing the lace garter belt beneath.

Tom's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with desire as Lucy's fingers trailed down her stomach, her movements sensual and deliberate.

"Tease," he whispered, his voice husky.

Lucy chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Patience, darling," she whispered back.

Lucy stepped back, her eyes still locked on him, as she began to undo the lace garter belt slowly. She slowly pulled the straps down, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips.

Tom's gaze followed her movements, his breath catching in his throat.

Next, she reached behind her and unhooked the bra. For a moment, she held it in place, teasing Tom with a sly smile as she straddled him, her lips brushing against his ear.

With a gentle tug, she pulled Tom's head back, her mouth claiming his in a searing kiss.

As they broke apart for air, Tom groaned, his hands straining against the cuff. "You're driving me crazy."

Lucy's smile was pure seduction. "That's the plan," she said as she moved away again, and then with a gentle flick of her wrist, the bra slid down, revealing her perky mounds.

Even though he had seen them so many times already, his eyes widened, his pupils dilating.

Lucy's fingers trailed down her stomach, her nails grazing the lace of her panties.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and began to slide them down.

Slowly.

Tom let out a low groan, his eyes darkening as he tried to reach for her, forgetting his hands

were bound. "You're killing me, La Diva."

Lucy laughed, her voice throaty, "That's the idea."

Tom's eyes followed every inch of exposed skin, his pulse racing with anticipation. When did

she get so good at this?

Lucy's laughter whispered through the room and as she stepped out of her panties, Tom's

breath escaped in a rush.

She moved close to him again, placing her hands on his thighs and leaning forward so that her mounds pressed against his chest, and immediately he leaned forward wanting to kiss her but

she moved back.

"Oh, not so fast," she whispered, moving closer again, but just out of his reach as she kissed the corner of his mouth, then his neck, trailing gentle kisses down to his collarbone.

Tom closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of her lips, his frustration mixed with pure admiration as she continued to tease him.

He opened his eyes, his breath coming a little faster. "You're making it hard not to break these cuffs," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Lucy laughed softly, letting her fingers graze his cheek. "You can try," she murmured, her voice low, and she took her time, making him feel every second of her closeness without

letting him touch her.

Finally, the teasing was too much even for her. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a lingering kiss that ignited both of them. Tom broke the kiss long enough to murmur,

"take off the cuffs..."

But Lucy only shook her head, her eyes filled with playful resolve. "Not yet," she whispered as her hands drifted down to the waistband of his briefs. She slid them down, slowly, meeting his gaze with every inch until they were both lost in the heat of the moment. Bound and unable to reach for her, Tom found himself surrendering to her entirely as she pressed her lips to his neck and shoulders, her hands exploring every part of him as he closed This eyes, letting her take control.

As Lucy straddled him again, slowly guiding him inside her, the only sound in the room was of their hot breath blending together with the music in the background as they lost themselves

in each other.

Some moments later after they were done and settled in bed, Tom looked at Lucy with amazement. "La Diva, huh?" He asked, and she giggled.

"Whatever happens in the strip club, stays in the club," she said, and he chuckled.

"Well, we are still in the club," he pointed out, and she giggled.

"How did you come up with the name?" He asked, and she grinned.

"It was a spur of the moment stuff. I wasn't exactly thinking about a name," she said, and he

grinned.

"Well, that was a very impressive performance. I hope to see more of La Diva in the future,"

he said as he kissed her forehead.