Chapter Three
CHAPTER THREE
Lucien
I put on my best black dress pants and shirt. She likes when I roll the sleeves up so she can see the tattoos across my forearms, so I do, and finish it off with a pair of matching shoes. Usually she likes me in charcoal gray, but for nights like this, she gets drenched from all black.
And whatever she wants, she gets.
It takes her a long time to get ready, but I expected that and I’m in no hurry. I have another drink and watch the snow fall from the balcony. She’ll love it in the morning, all the glittering white over the hills as far the eye can see. I finish my whiskey and go for another, pulling the velvet curtains shut.
I’ll need privacy for what I do to her tonight.
The bathroom door opens and my wife steps out. Usually Olivia is predictable in what she wears, but tonight she takes me by surprise.
Her little gold dress barely brushes the top of her knee. She’s wearing the shoes that make me rock hard, gold heeled sandals with velvet straps that wrap around her ankles. The heels are so high they emulate the arch of her foot when she comes. I would know, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about that image.
Her throat, ears, and wrists are empty. She’s expecting me to fill those spaces. I like her confidence.
“Come here,” I order.
She obeys, striding across the room in those fuck-me heels. Her eyes are done in smoky gray, her lips in deep burgundy. I’ve noticed when she’s feeling especially horny, she matches the shade of her mouth to her nails.
Perhaps the sexiest thing of all is the streak of gray through her feathery bangs. I touch it, the fine strands kissing my fingertips. Her lashes flutter and she reaches out, hooking one finger under my belt. My cock throbs in response.
“You look good,” she says, her voice husky and low.
“You look better,” I say, picking up the champagne. “Have another glass, Mrs. Esposito.”
She dips her head, looking up at me through thick lashes. Her finger drags from my belt to my chest.
“Are you trying to get me drunk and compromise me?” she murmurs.
I refill her glass and she takes it, swirling it until it glitters.
“Maybe.”
I slide my palm around her waist and pull her close enough I can feel her body heat. Beneath her dress, I know she’s wearing the wine red lingerie I had my secretary send over early this morning. Wrapped in paper and tied with a ribbon so she gets a little thrill when she opens the lid.
We’re more deliberate about material things now, but she still enjoys being spoiled on special occasions. And tonight is a special occasion for us. We got married in December and Olivia loves the winter, the lights, the glitter and glamour of the season. As our family grew, she put special care into making it magical for the boys. I know it’s an adjustment for her that Marco’s gone and the boys decided to spend this year in Austria.
That was why I reached out to Marco and he invited us to stay nearby and have Christmas dinner. Olivia thinks it was all his idea and that’s fine with me.
It took a lot more convincing on Olivia’s part to allow me to meet Freja. He likes to keep that part of his life separate and that pains Olivia. She wants to lavish love on everyone, especially her potential daughter-in-law. But Marco’s hesitant.
Rightfully so, considering his family name.
Olivia lifts the glass of golden champagne to her lips and I’m distracted from my thoughts. She has a soft, full mouth and it leaves a little lipstick stain on the rim. Reminding me of the other place she likes to leave her lipstick marks.
She tilts the champagne, emptying it. Her throat bobs.
“Would you like to know what I got you?” she whispers, eyes glittering. She’s a little tipsy already.
I shake my head. “No, you first.”
Her lips curve. “Alright, what did you get for me?”
I jerk my head at the package laid on the bedside table. “Run along and find out.”
She rolls her eyes and I make a mental note to remember that for later when she’s on her back beneath me. I lean on the bar and watch her ass sway as she crosses the room and picks up the large, flat box. It’s made of false ivory and tied with a shiny gold bow. She heads back to me and sets it on the bar.
“It’s heavy,” she whispers.
I nod and she undoes the ribbons. The lid lifts and she gasps, freezing. Inside is a preserved white rose in glass. Around it lays ropes of gold and white jewelry. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth.
The rose is frozen forever in a dish of glass, a little dip in the center for her to keep her wedding rings and diamonds. On the bottom are her initials in gold filigree.
“Do you remember the white roses?” I say.
She nods, dark eyes fixed to mine.
“I saved one,” I say. “To remind me not to be an asshole. I sent it out and had it preserved in glass, thinking I’d keep it in my desk. But after a while I put it away for a special occasion so you could have it.”
Her lips part. She cradles the glass in her hands like it’s the most precious thing in the word. I know she loves diamonds and expensive things, but when there’s meaning attached—those are the gifts that stay with her, that she keeps tucked in her bedside table.
“You saved the very first flowers you ever got me,” she whispers. “It’s been years, Lucien.”
“All good things in time,” I say, bending to kiss the top of her head.
She sets it down, clearly stunned. I lift the diamonds and turn her to face the mirror. She stands perfectly still, hands twisted together. Watching me as I drape the double rope of diamonds around her throat.
“I bought these when we were visiting Viktor, on our honeymoon,” I say.
She turns. “You did not.”
“I did,” I say. “Cross my heart.”
“But you didn’t even love me then,” she protests.
I reach down and grip her chin, turning her face up. “I’ve loved you since that day in your parents’ hallway, Liv. Maybe I didn’t know how in love I was, but I bought the diamonds in Russia, maybe hoping someday we’d be at a place where I could put them around your neck.”
She swallows, her lashes glittering. “You really know how to play the long game, Lucien.”
She shivers when I kiss the side of her neck. I put the matching diamonds on her wrists and get down on my knees and fasten the delicate anklet. I remember hesitating over buying that item. I’ve always been fucked for every part of Olivia, but there’s something about her slender, arched, delicate feet with painted nails that drives me wild. It took a little bit for me to open up to her just how wild.
“Did you get the other box?” I ask.
She turns, frowning. “I didn’t see it?”
“It’s in the luggage,” I tell her, pointing her towards it. “Go on.”
She obeys, glittering like a star as she crosses the room. She climbs up on the bed and takes a velvet box out and snaps the top open. Her brow lifts, but she can’t contain her blush as her eyes fall on the plug nestled inside.
“Get the lube and come here,” I order.
She bites her lip, but obeys. Her lashes are low, her cheeks are dusky pink. She slides the box on the bar and the lube alongside it. I take the plug from the box and tap her chin. She still gets shy after all this time. I see her hesitate before parting her lips and letting me slide the bulb into her mouth. She sucks the tip experimentally.
“Back of your throat, baby,” I urge.
Her lashes flutter and she lets me push it back until just the head is visible. The exterior portion is a diamond that matches her jewelry tied with a black bow. I flip the engraved charm hanging from the ribbon to reveal my initials, dangling against her red lips. Fuck, she makes a pretty picture.
“Suck,” I tell her.
She obeys, her breasts heaving. I know she’s soaking the panties I gave her. By the time I get to her champagne pussy and spread her open, she’s going to be so fucking good.
“Did you prep?”
She nods, wordless because her mouth is full. I take the plug out and put it into her hand.
“You’ve put plugs in before,” I tell her. “I think you can manage this.”
I take my whiskey and go behind the bar, rinsing my glass. She watches me pour another with a round ball of ice in it. I need to pace myself tonight so I can enjoy every second. When I look up, she’s still biting her full lower lip.
I raise my brow.
“What are you waiting for? Go bend over the bed,” I order.
She backs up, taking the lube and the plug with her. On the other side of the room from the bed is a dark velvet armchair by the fireplace. I sink down into it and cross one ankle over my knee. She takes one look at me and blushes so deeply her cheeks glow.
“Liv, baby,” I say. “Do as you’re told or I will bend you over my knee.”
My voice is ice cold, just the way she likes it. She hurries to obey, setting her things down on the edge of the bed. I settle back and take a sip. She chews on her lip some more, her hands playing with the hem of her dress.
“Pull your skirt up. Panties down,” I tell her. “Bend over so you’re spread.”
She’s squirming, but I know she’s drenched. Slowly, she shimmies her gold dress up and works it over her round ass. She’s in the wine red panties I gave her and she’s got a gold garter around her right thigh. My cock strains against my zipper and I have to adjust to give it somewhere to go.
She has her back to me now. Her fingers delicately peel her panties down to her knees and then she bends over into position. Her ass spreads as her heels arc her lower back. Between her legs, I can make out the soaked entrance of her pussy. She’s bare from laser and when she reaches between her thighs, she uses two fingers to open herself.
Flashing the pink inside of her cunt.
Fuck.
My body tenses and I have to keep myself back. My hands are so tight on the armrest that I hope the wood doesn’t splinter.
“Rub your clit,” I order. “Play with your pretty pussy, baby.”
She moans, letting her upper half sink into the bed. Her red nails and fingertips slide over her slippery sex and find her flushed clit. With her middle finger she goes for the sweet spot on the side that always gets her off. Her legs tense and her pussy clenches.
Arousal slides down. Disappearing under her fingers.
“Harder, baby,” I murmur, distracted.
I want to touch myself, but I’m saving that all for her when she’s done. She’s going to take it all down her throat.
Like the good little fucktoy she’s always been.