Chapter 27 Rafael #2
"Careful or you won't be making it to the event tonight. You will be gagged and chained to the bed instead."
"You're threatening me with a good time?" I smiled. "It's like you want me to misbehave."
"Try me."
There was something about his tone that gave me pause.
I didn't know where we were going tonight, but the promise of being chained to his bed sounded fun.
However, it wasn't like he said he'd join me in said bed.
Or use me for that matter. Knowing Cesare's sadistic ass, he'd chain me up and get me hard and panting before walking out the damn door.
Fuck, that's exactly what he will do.
"I'll be good."
He let me go and sat back in his chair, grabbing the espresso like nothing had transpired between us. "Thought so. You're not as stupid as you look."
I flipped him off before I could think better of it. The bastard just laughed.
"Wear whatever you want tonight as long as it's not too revealing."
"Whatever I want?"
"That's what I said."
There were so many options to choose from. "What’s the theme or at least give me something to go off of."
"We will be in public and there will be other people dressed up."
"Cesare, that's not enough."
"Make it work." He stood up and made his way over to me. His fingers went through my hair and tugged my head back. I offered my mouth without thought. He kissed me, taking away his lips too soon.
"How are you dressing?"
He stopped to stare down at me, studying me for a second. "Why don't you pick that out as well."
"Are you serious?" My excitement strummed through my veins. Fuck food, I needed to go through everything in the closets. Or possibly go shopping.
"Nothing over the top."
I nodded. I was pretty certain I knew Cesare's style by now.
"I'm serious, Rafael." His phone dinged, and he stepped away from me. "Nothing colorful either."
"Okay." If I sounded overly zealous, Cesare didn't seem to care. The moment the coast was clear, I snatched up a few more pastries and ran to the bedroom.
Our luggage was unloaded and put away the night we arrived. The first thing I did was go to Cesare's side. I needed to start with him, and then I could base my outfit off what he had.
That was mistake number one. Cesare had everything and nothing. His base color was black with a few grays and creams tossed in there somewhere. Did that man bleed black too?
I only had two hours? Fuck, Cesare should have woken me way earlier. I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. I ran back into the room and found my phone. I was planning to keep it off, but these were desperate times. The screen flickered to life, and I pulled our messages up.
Rafael: Why in the fuck do you only have black clothes?
Cesare: Are you complaining?
"Yes!"
Rafael: Can I get different colors?
Cesare: No.
Rafael: It feels like this is a punishment now.
Cesare: Just admit you're not up for the job.
Cesare: Disappointing.
"This fucking asshole." I ground my teeth. "He's doing this on purpose," I reminded myself.
Rafael: No, I can do it.
Cesare: Then go do it. You only have 90 minutes left.
Fuck. Time had passed faster than I thought, but it wasn't my fault Cesare had just as many clothes as I did, except they were a variation of the same thing.
Was he autistic or something?
Black it was, and I could add in the color I needed.
I pulled out a black button-up along with a tailored black overcoat.
It gave an elegant look along with a clean aesthetic.
I paired it with black tailored dress pants with a slim cut.
Instead of his loafers, I went for the boots.
The leather was pristine; not a crease in sight.
I found a pair of black leather gloves. I wasn't sure he'd go for it but my fingers were crossed.
He literally gave me nothing else to work with.
I stared at the outfit and couldn't help but feel like something was missing. The watch I bought a few weeks back came to mind, and I raced over to my side and found it tucked away amongst my jewelry. The engraving on the back still sent goosebumps down my back.
I wanted to give it to him on a special occasion, but it went well with the outfit.
Fuck it.
There was still something missing, but without picking out my fit, I couldn’t see the full picture just yet.
I pulled out ten different outfits, and no matter what I chose, it felt like I was the item on Cesare's arm.
I normally didn't mind that, loved it, in fact, but tonight I wanted to be seen as an extension of the man.
Like we were together for the long haul.
I stared at my jewelry and froze on the spot.
I'd gotten a piece last year. I hadn't had the time to wear it yet.
The moment I saw it, the vision came to me.
Black dress pants that flared at the bottom paired with a black blazer.
The jewelry would be the highlight of the outfit.
A crystal body harness piece decked out fully in rhinestones.
It was fitted just for me. My ears would be decorated with the same silver.
I snagged the black leather belt with a silver snake going through it and sat it on Cesare's clothes.
"Done?"
Cesare's voice cracked through my concentration and made me jump. My hand went to my chest as my heart threatened to break a rib or two.
"Shit, care to announce yourself?"
"Not really." He sauntered over to me, giving the clothes a cursory look before grabbing the back of my neck. "I like the fear on your face."
What was wrong with me that I was getting turned on by him saying that? I bit my bottom lip. "Why am I not surprised?"
"I stopped by thirty minutes ago, but you were still running around like a pollo con la testa mozzata."
"A chicken what now?" I shook my head. "You said two hours only. And then you gave me a timer update."
Cesare shrugged. "The event doesn't start for another hour or so."
"So you lied?"
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?" Cesare's hold tightened to the point of pain, and my body sang with pleasure.
A shiver raced over my spine, but I slipped free. "Nope, I went through all of this. We're going. I won't let you dickmatize me right now."
"What?"
"You heard me." I passed him his outfit.
"Go to a different bathroom and get ready.
I refuse to get sidetracked by you." I grabbed my own things and headed for the master bathroom.
I locked the door behind me. I had to jump through colorless hoops to get us the perfect outfit.
We were going. I didn't give a damn if it was just to the movies.
I did my hair in a half-up, half-down look. Stitch braids on the left side of my head were decorated with a few pieces of silver hair jewelry.
Everything fit me perfectly. If someone looked hard enough, they'd be able to see my tattooed heart-shaped nipples through the rib cage piece.
I pulled the blazer on and buttoned it at the bottom.
I wasn't showing too much skin but enough that I felt like me.
I slipped my shoes on last and headed out, more than ready to go outside.
"Cesare, are you—Holy fuck, you're gorgeous."
He was a walking wet dream. The pants fit him perfectly, and I didn't even have to tell him how to put the overcoat on.
It rested on his shoulders properly. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up nearly to his elbow, showing off those sexy tattooed forearms. The watch I got him rested on his wrist. My stomach flipped.
Did he read the engraving?
A quick glance at his face didn't give me any answers. I shook my head and continued to make sure everything was on him. The belt tied our pieces together and the leather gloves were sexy as fuck. The tops of his hands were visible; his veins were already showing.
"I pass the inspection?" he asked, his voice gravelly.
"Yes."
He shook his head, checking his watch like it had always been there. "Come on, we're going to be late."
I stepped toward the door, and Cesare moved in right behind me. His breath fanned over my ear.
"Maybe I should keep you here. You look good."
I shivered as goosebumps broke over my back. We stepped out and were greeted by Andrew and Jamie. They both nodded at Cesare as we made our way to the car.
The car was already warm when we slipped in the drive; nothing like riding in New York. We passed by plenty of buildings, but were all too soon pulling up to our stop. It would have taken twice the amount of time back home.
We got out, and without Cesare saying anything, I knew what we were doing.
"Really?"
Cesare placed a hand at the base of my spine; it was the only reason I wasn't jumping up and down.
"You seem to like fashion, so much this seemed fitting."
"Do you know how hard it is to get tickets?" Of course he did. I shook my head and turned to kiss him on the cheek. His beard tickled my lips. "Thank you."
"Come on, we need to take our seats." He led us in and spoke to security before we were shown our seats. Front row seats at that. At a Paris fashion show.
I was in a whole other world. The booklet found on our seats had all the designer's information. I'd seen a few items by them, and it only made me even more excited. They challenged the gender norms placed on clothing with every single one of their pieces.
As the space filled up, my attention was locked in, even as Cesare's hand rested on my thigh. It was like he was claiming me in front of people. I grinned as the lights dimmed and the show started.
I was lost in heaven as I admired every single piece that walked the runaway. There were some I would have never pictured in a million years and some that I knew for certain I didn't have the physique to pull off. Still, I loved it all.
As the last model came out, the designers followed suit. The crowd cheered as they bowed and thanked us for coming. The entire model crew walked once more and thanked us.
We should be thanking them. It was absolutely breathtaking.