Chapter 26 – Roman
ROMAN
Ishift Braelyn around on my lap and lift her up into my arms. She makes a surprised noise.
She likely thought I was going to lift up her dress, pull her thong to the side, and slip inside of her.
But that’s not how I work. Or how I want her birthday to end.
I want to give my wife something special.
A night she’ll never forget, regardless of where things go for us when we leave Mexico.
I walk her over to the prep area we did a lot of our cooking in earlier. I don’t have to worry about health inspectors or sanitation. The restaurant isn’t open yet, and everything will get a deep clean before then. So tonight, this is going to be a fantasy for both of us.
Me fucking Braelyn in one of my kitchens. And what I’m going to do to her in it.
I shove aside some of the empty prep dishes and utensils and set her down on the metal table. Her dress isn’t long. It hits her mid-thigh, which is why she shivers and screeches a little at the cold of the metal.
“Don’t move,” I warn her, and go over to get the sleep mask she wore here.
She spots the black satin in my hand and her breath hitches. Braelyn likes to play. She also likes me pushing her. She won’t need a safe word tonight, though I will remind her she has one. There will be no punishments or rough play. But I do intend to test her limits.
“Lift your arms.”
Without hesitation, she does as she’s told, and my cock pulses at her obedience.
I lift her dress over her head, and once again, my little vixen is wearing seriously sexy fucking lingerie for me. I don’t even care that she bought it for him. I’m the one who gets to see it. I’m the one who gets to remove it from her body.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask as I set her dress over to the side so it stays clean.
Now she’s breathing heavily. “Arrest.”
It’s the one she made the other night.
“Good. Keep it close. We’re not going to go too far, and this will be all pleasure and no pain, but I won’t listen to the word no because I have a feeling you’re going to say that more than once to me tonight and not fully mean it.”
“Oh.” Her lips form an O, and a blush scorches her cheeks. “Well then, sir.”
I smile. She has a thing with that. She teases me with it, but I know part of her likes calling me that otherwise she wouldn’t. It’s not as though I’ve asked her to, though there’s no denying how much I like it.
Braelyn’s eyelashes flutter and a small breath leaves her as I place the blindfold over her eyes. She’s still and quiet, which tells me she’s listening for me, trying to figure out what I’m up to.
I dip my finger in the bowl and bring it up to her lips to paint them with chocolate. She starts ever so subtly, but her curious tongue juts out, tasting the rich sauce.
“You never had your dessert,” I admonish. She licks her lips, humming lightly, and I retrieve the cake though now the center is likely ruined. I’ll have to get over that. I fork a bite and bring it to her mouth. “Open.”
Once again, she obeys and I feed her the cake, watching as she hums contentedly and chews eagerly.
She’s so fucking cute. And I know that’s not always the right thought to have about a woman.
She’s sexy and fierce and stunningly beautiful.
But sometimes, like right now, she’s also so cute I can barely handle it.
Something about that hits my heart differently than her in any other way, and I can’t help but chase it.
I cup her face with my hand and eagerly kiss her, licking into her mouth with a playful intensity as I steal some of her cake for myself.
“Gross!” She laughs when I’m done.
“Not gross. Delicious. Here. You try.” I take a bite of the cake and when I’ve chewed a bit, I kiss her so she can taste it.
It tastes like me and like the chocolate and like the wine and champagne we’ve been drinking all night, exactly as hers tasted.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever done with anyone.
She pulls away, licking at her lips. She’s getting it now. Feeling it too.
I return to the chocolate sauce, painting her lips once more but intentionally dribbling some onto her chin and allowing it to roll down until it drips onto her tits above her bra.
“Clean me while I clean you.” She squirms on the counter as I slip my chocolate-covered finger into her mouth so she can suck it while I suck on her skin.
A moan tickles my finger as I ravish her tits, licking and sucking and biting at them over the expensive fabric as I pump it in and out of her mouth the way I will inside her pussy.
Slipping the digit out, I feed her another bite of cake, followed by a sip of the champagne we didn’t finish.
“Good?” I question.
“Mmm. Yummy.”
“I can’t wait to find out.”
With the flat of my hand on the center of her chest, I push her back. Her back arches against the cold, but I force her down, holding her still.
I’m between her parted thighs, and the marathon of things I want to do to her in here is running circuits through my head. I take one of the strawberries we never sliced up for the cake, plunge it into the chocolate, and put everything I am on the line.
I draw swirls that in cursive, spell out I love you on her belly with the tip of the strawberry.
It’s impossible to decipher with all the curls and twists, but before she can question me, I feed her the berry.
When she’s done, I lean across her and lick the chocolate and strawberry juice that’s ringed around her lips before I trail down her and erase my confession with my tongue.
I tip the glass of champagne and pour a little on her belly to clean the rest of the chocolate, drinking it as I go.
“You’re so sexy like this,” I murmur against her skin. “So sweet, my beautiful wife.”
“Oh, god. Roman—”
“Shh. Tonight isn’t about that. I simply want to make you feel good. Understood?”
On a shaky breath, she utters, “Yes, sir,” and my world stops and starts all at once.
“Perfect,” I praise and return to her skin, kissing her, worshiping her. There’s a large pillar in the center of the kitchen, and it’s the reason I placed her over here. “Braelyn, this is where you’re going to have to trust me and keep your safe word handy.”
“Um…”
I grab her wrists and begin to bind them with thick kitchen twine. Around and around, I loop the soft rope, twisting and knotting as I go.
“Um…” she repeats a bit more urgently. “Roman… I…”
“Do you have a word for me?”
“No. But I’m not sure… shit. Oh my god!” she squeals as I force her hands to hold on to the pillar while I tie her to it. “What are you doing? Stop.”
“Braelyn, if that’s really what you want, you need to say arrest.”
She bites her lip. “I don’t know.”
I glide my hand up and down her sticky stomach and chest. “Then go with it for now and trust that I have you, that I’ll protect you and keep you safe, and that I’m trussing you up like this so I can eat your cunt and ass while I have you at my full disposal.”
“Shit.”
Reaching behind her, I remove her bra, followed by her panties. She is a goddess like this, tied up and blindfolded and already panting for me.
“Fuck. What if someone walks in here?”
“They won’t. It’s off-limits for the night.” I bend over her and kiss her lips. “It’s just us, baby. I swear it. But if you’re uncomfortable with this, I’ll untie you now.”
I can practically feel her battle. Then she shocks me with, “No. I trust you. I’m just insanely nervous.”
“I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.” I kiss her, thrusting my tongue in her mouth as my fingers find her pussy and I ring her clit. Her cunt is hot and aching, and she rocks up, seeking more of my hand. “I’m going to make this feel good. So good.”
“Yes.” She sighs, her head dropping back as I increase the pressure on her clit. “Like that?”
“Better,” I mumble against her neck as I trail down her while I drag my finger lower and join it with another to slip inside her. “So fucking good. So fucking tight.”
“Oh god,” she moans as I pump in and out of her, hitting her front wall and getting her clit with my palm.
“Can you take more?” I ask without really asking because I’m not giving her the choice but to do so.
I pull away from her skin as I slip my fingers out of her so I can shift her knees up to my shoulders.
Then I stand to my full height, lifting her ass and back off the table and forcing her arms to extend and her hands to clutch the pillar tighter.
With her ass and pussy open to me like this, I hold her body up to my face and I lick from her tight ring of muscles in the back straight up to her clit.
She cries out, fighting and squirming against me, unsure how to handle what I’m doing to her.
Using one hand to hold her to me, I slap her ass with my other hand.
Hard. A warning, but one that has her moaning and grinding into my mouth.
And I devour her. I eat her cunt like I’ve been waiting forever to.
It feels like that. The notion of having Braelyn this way was always a dream and just out of reach.
But not anymore. There will be hell to pay for this.
A reckoning. I’m sure of it. But my blood thrums and my body breathes fire for her.
That’s the simple and not-so-simple truth of it.
I will lose Adam over this.
And he will make me pay. He’s that kind of guy.
I don’t care. I’ll face anything to keep her.
My tongue plunges inside her as my lips rub against her clit.
I groan, unable to handle how much I love the smell and taste of her.
I set her back down on the table because I know she doesn’t like being fully suspended in the air, especially blindfolded as she is, but I keep her ass and legs elevated, crouching so I can eat her better.
I hold her against me, my grip on her ass and upper thighs secure.
But I don’t give her room to move. She still has to hold on and take what I’m offering.
It needs to be more.
And more.
And more…