Chapter 1
Chapter One
CHLOE
The moment my head hit the pillow, my eyes fluttered shut, ready to forget about the legos I'd stepped on, or the amount of times I'd washed vomit from my shirt today. I loved being a mother more than anything, and Nick always made sure that we had everything we needed before traveling. Navigating both of my kids alone six to eight months out of the year had become challenging, but I would never ask my husband to give up his career when he’d worked so hard to help me find my passions again. There was only one department that had been lacking, and I’d hoped when that video request with his name popped up tonight, he would be interested in what I had in mind.
Now that I was wrapped in these silk sheets, I wished it was his touch consuming me. His fingers trailing along my curves, and worshiping the body that I sometimes hated.
When I think back to the past four years, and how far we’d come when exploring our kinks, I giggled.
It felt like we’d done it all, and were losing steam, running out of things to try.
Our friend Angel had given us pointers, more so the past few months while he spent some much needed time with Maya.
Their taste, however, was a bit darker than ours, so I opted out.
The memories of the cabin flooded my mind: The masks, running through the woods like weak prey and used in ways I could’ve never imagined, seemed so far away. My tastes changed over time, and my husband was supportive of that, which I was thankful for.
Mid-vanilla, I called it.
A happy place between normal passionate lovemaking, and being tied down, having hot candle wax poured over your clamped, aching tits. The love was still there, stronger than ever, but there was nothing wrong with spicing things up while he was away.
My heart raced when the first vibration hit my side, then another. I gripped the phone tightly, bringing it to my face to see Nick's profile picture.
Without a second thought, I pressed the green icon, and his face came into full view, splayed across the screen.
“Hey, how was the game?” I asked. “I’m sorry I missed it. I couldn’t get the baby down.”
“It’s okay. We lost, and Angel took it hard. I stayed with him until Maya called.”
“Good…” I trailed off, pulling my lip between my teeth teasingly. “Does that mean you're all mine now?”
The chuckle rumbled through his chest as he propped up the phone.
Angled so I could see all of him. Freshly showered, wet hair clinging to his forehead, and the water droplets that collected on his abdomen sent a path down his side.
He looked delicious, and it only made me squeeze my thighs together in a flash of need.
“Why are you always such a tease?” I whined.
“Just prop me up, Chloe. The phone, I mean.”
Nick gave me that tell-tale smirk of his with the request. His eyebrow raised as if giving an order, and I belted out a laugh.
“I don’t think so. Do you know how tired I am right now?” I replied, crossing my legs one over the other in defiance as I leaned further into the mattress.
We could play a little longer before getting right into it. I had way too much on my plate to even think about getting wet right now. He’d have to be patient and play his cards right. My hand skimmed across my collarbone, trailing lower. I moaned, rubbing my hardening nipples.
“It’s not the same as you here…touching me and—”
“I’m going to stop you right there. I need this, and we both know you need to take your mind off the day. You want me to beg? I’ll do it for you.”
He threw his head back and palmed at his growing erection. His hand moved slowly over it, teasing me as he rubbed furiously over his briefs. Each movement was faster than the last, but I wanted him to beg a bit longer.
I snapped my hips up, trying to give my aching clit some sort of friction, causing the bed to groan under the shift of my body. I wanted Nick to come for me, not the other way around.
Let's see how much he needs it.
“How bad do you need to come, Nicholas?” I tilted my head toward the camera, and my tongue darted between my parted lips.
The team was due home any day now, which had my heart swelling in excitement. The times when he was traveling the West Coast for a week or two were the roughest.
Nick would be home in time for his surprise party this weekend, and everything needed to be perfect to pull it off, right down to the time he walked through that door.
“If you're good for me, there may be a surprise involved when you get home,” I whispered.
His grunts of pleasure were pulling me in, and I couldn’t help the way my finger traced circles below my navel, threatening to dip below the waistband of my lacy panties.
“Don’t stop. Play with yourself for me,” he rasped.
My free hand reached for the nightstand, yanking the drawer open and grabbing the large rabbit dildo that sat inside. “Okay.”
I’d been working on the switch thing, and I liked being dominant, but still leaned more to the submissive side and loved when we played off each other.
“You know what I think? That you should be a good boy and come for me tonight. It’s only fair, Nick. I am always a good girl for you,” I raised a brow, voice dripping with authority.
“God…Please make me come,” he stuttered.
Sweat gathered on his forehead as his hand glided up and down his shaft. His body quivered each time he flicked the head of his cock. My husband was never patient and trusted the process. That's where I stepped in and forced him to relax and enjoy the ride.
“The sound of Nicholas Palmer begging is so beautiful. Stop touching yourself. Hands flat on the bed.” It was easy to imagine myself next to him, physically doing everything I wanted, but saying it out loud was a different story. How hard can it be?