Chapter 16 #2
“Fuck it, one more just in case.”
There was a pinch in my ass that lasted for less than a second before it was gone. I blinked a few times as my muscles relaxed further. I expected to get drowsy, but nothing came. Instead, I was left lying there unable to move my body.
My bed, aka the couch, was the only thing I could see, and its underbelly. I found my watch I’d been looking for the past few days. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the fact I couldn’t move, but I was still wide awake.
The longer I laid there, the faster panic settled in as I stayed stone-still. What if Onyx left me? I tried to squeeze my fingers around the phone but even that was impossible. He could have snatched the phone up and left me here.
“Bella?”
When there was no answer, the panic wrapped around my lungs and squeezed. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, let alone think. Heat crawled up my spine, and I broke out in a full body sweat.
“Bella!”
Please. The small point of view I was granted twisted and shifted as bile threatened to come up.
I need to move.
Three. Two. One. I tried counting backwards as the need to move continued to chip away at the little calm I was clinging too.
I licked my lips, ready to shout for Onyx again.
My worldview changed completely as I went from staring under the couch to the ceiling.
“Hey.” Onyx replaced the ceiling and squatted over me. He cupped my face, turning my head. “What’s wrong?”
I went to shake my head but even that wasn’t working for me. “Nothing.”
“Yes, there is.” He wiped under my eyes, and I realized I panicked to the point of tears.
“I thought you left.”
A disgusted look came over Onyx’s face. “Why the fuck would I do that? I went to get something to help me flip your big ass over.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t leave you like this alone.”
My heart flip-flopped at Onyx’s words. I closed my eyes as the tight fist around my lungs eased up.
“Thank you.”
I watched him closely, hoping he didn’t back away even a little bit. Not when I was so vulnerable. It was okay as long as it was for Onyx.
My husband backed up a little and a whimper spilled from between my lips. He paused and stared at me.
“I’m grabbing your phone.”
He stepped out of my sight, and I closed my eyes to focus on his light footsteps. I wished he stomped just so I knew exactly where he was.
“Open your eyes.”
I did, only to find Onyx sitting on my abdomen. His legs were crossed, and he looked like a God sitting on top of me. It was where he belonged.
“I won, so what’s your password?”
“0915.” I gave the password up instantly.
Onyx froze. “My birthday?”
“Yeah.”
Onyx paused and moved the phone just enough to meet my gaze. There was a long pause where neither one of us said anything before he went back to the phone.
“Photos. Am I going to see a bunch of naked photos of twinks in here?” Before I could utter a word, Onyx grunted. “Spank bank folder, really?”
“Ignore that one, bella.”
“Why? Keeping dirty secrets from your husband?”
Yeah, if the dirty secret was him. I was afraid if Onyx saw the content of that folder, he’d flip out on me.
“The fuck is this?” His French accent was on full display as he went through the photos and videos. There were well over a thousand by now. “When did you even take this? And I’m sleeping in this one.”
I kept my mouth shut. It was best I said nothing.
“When was this taken? Two years ago?” Onyx glared down at me. “What the hell, Lucero?”
“I love you.”
He shook his head at me. “You’re a fucking stalker. Is this me eating a cinnamon roll? Oh my fucking God, there’s a video with it?”
I knew the exact one he was referring too. I’d been traveling to Georgia and Onyx had happened to be there with a client. I’d made it my business to track him down. And there had been no way in hell I’d miss out on such rare footage.
“Besides this being creepy, why the fuck are these in your spank bank? I wasn’t even being sexy in any of them!”
“You’re always sexy to me.”
Onyx rapidly blinked at me. “Vous êtes plus fou que je ne le pensais.” He went back to my phone. “Fucking hell, are all of these folders me?”
“Most.”
“Which one isn’t me?”
Well, Onyx was the star of most of them but there was one where he only had a handful of pictures in. “The one labeled ‘cat’.”
“You have a pet cat?”
“Not anymore, but I like them.”
“Where the fuck did you get this picture?” Onyx said as he sat up straighter on me. “This was supposed to be a closed event. No phones or cameras.”
“I have my ways.”
“I’m deleting it.”
“No. Onyx, please, I’ll do anything. Please don’t take it away.” I loved the single picture of Onyx dressed up in all pink, sporting cute cat ears and a long white tail.
He was quiet for a second before he tossed my phone on the sofa. “You’re a weirdo.”
“Did you delete any of them?” I was terrified of the answer. All of them were special to me.
“You need therapy.” He glared down at me as if seeing me for the first time. “But no, I didn’t.”
Relief flooded me all at once, and if all my muscles in my body weren't already fully relaxed, they would be now.
“You jerk off to all those pictures of me?” Onyx asked.
“I used to. Now I just admire them.”
Onyx licked his lips. “What’s better, the picture or the real thing?”
“Real. You feel amazing, bella.”
He hummed as if he didn’t believe me.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had. No one compares. The moment I had you, anyone else ceased to exist.”
Onyx looked away from me, but not before I caught his smile.
“Don’t worry, the function to your body parts will slowly come back after—” Onyx looked me over.
“Well, normally it lasts about sixty minutes, give or take a few. On you, probably another thirty.” He stood up, and I whimpered.
“What? Do you want me to sit on you until it’s over? ”
“Yes.”
Onyx looked ready to deny me but sighed and sat back down. He reached over to the coffee table and turned the TV on. “Can you see?”
“No, but I can hear it just fine.”
My husband rolled his cute eyes and turned the volume up. “This is all your fault.”
“You’re right.”
He squinted at me before nodding. “Once this is over, you’re taking me to get cake. I worked up an appetite.”
“Anything you want, bella.”