Chapter 14
Mona
I’m a happily married woman who’s about to get slutted out by her husband … blindfolded! Oh, what a night and early morning we will have, I thought excitedly as Aleana’s daughters’ feet trampled on my back.
Turning my head to the left, I giggled. “Aleana, I would prefer if my husband were the cause of my back shattering, not those no-tooth-having girls.”
“Don’t do that to them.” Aleana giggled while Kingsley and Min laughed.
“I had to. They have been kicking my back since we got out of the car,” I voiced, noticing the elevator stopped.
“Put that stick in your trench coat. I don’t need anyone to think negatively, even though they’ll see that you are blindfolded,” Min interjected.
“I’m reaching for the gun so you can take your arm out of your coat,” Kingsley offered as the elevator dinged. I had seconds to get my shit together before I was presented to my husband like the grand meal he would treat me as.
Cool air trickled up my legs, skating up my thighs as Kingsley guided my hand to my gun.
“Thanks, boo.” I grinned, eager to fall off in August’s presence, willing to be his filthy slut behind closed doors.
“You are welcome. Sidenote, your ass is his wife but remember what you wanted to pull with your parents is still on his mind. You might be punished greatly for that,” she said as the ladies motioned for me to step off the elevator.
“Duly noted.” I nodded, taking the first step off the great machine.
“Ooou, that guh got that stick in these folks spa hotel! She ready to be demolished dressed just like that man love! Jackguh!” Thiago hollered ahead of us.
As we laughed, he lovingly said, “I’m proud of yo’ accomplishments this week, Mona.
I’m thankful you ran ‘cross that nigga. You an’ him a couple is a God’s kiss.
I’m finna ‘head on up outta here. That nigga worked the discs loose in my back, gettin’ this room ready fo’ you.
Have fun being a submissive. Som’ yo’ ass have a hard time being.
But I bet tonight yo’ ass gon’ tone down a lot. I’m gone. Love y’all.”
I don’t mind toning down much. August is all man, I thought, smiling. “Love you more. Be safe.”
“You are almost to your destination,” Min cooed, bumping into me gently.
“Okay.” I nodded, eager to see August in a light I don’t see him in much. Dominant. Stern. Sensual. No silliness. All business.
“Mhm,” my husband groaned approvingly as I was proud to hear his pleasing acknowledgment. I didn’t dress as I felt most women did after getting married: sexy lingerie and heels. I was in a black, short cheerleader skirt, a bedazzled bra, stacked black socks and combat boots.
“My, my, my. Look at my fine ass wife. Dressed to jack me for all my love and everything I have to give,” my husband groaned from a short distance.
My nipples hardened at August’s delicious, deep groan. My heart galloped as anticipation dripped off me like sweat during the day’s peak. My left fingers curled as if he was behind me, fucking me slowly.
“Thank y’all fo’ deliverin’ my meal, heart, headache, an’ forever to me as she saw fit to be brought,” August announced sluggishly as the front of my long, black trench coat was opened.
Do you like what you see, honey? I thought, rising tall with my head high and shoulders squared.
“My damn, look at that stance that I ain’t seen in a long time.
Yeah, Min, Kingsley, an’ Aleana, y’all free to go.
My wife an’ me got som’ shit to discuss that I’on wanna continue puttin’ it off.
Be safe. Call me when y’all make it to y’all’s destination,” August spoke slowly, just as he crept the back of his hand around my stomach.
“Goodnight. Love y’all,” the ladies interjected as they stepped away from us.
Resting his lips on mine, August breathed, “Respond to them.”
“Goodnight. We love y’all too,” I blew out, unsteadily as August slid his hand underneath my skirt.
“Good girl, my jackguh,” he whispered against my lips while twiddling his fingers into the crack of my ass. My toes curled as my clit tingled. My sensitive pink bud was eager to be devoured for all the shit I’d done.
Dragging his mouth across mine, August slowly spread my ass cheeks with his fore and pinky fingers. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from moaning. It wasn’t allowed until he said so.
Patting my asshole with his ring finger, he whispered, “We never got a chance to negotiate what could be done durin’ this pregnancy.
So, I’m gon’ rock a lil different wit’ this one.
Every time, I have you in a too spicy scene away from home, I’mma ask you if som’ is allowed. Is that cool? Answer me.”
Loving that he knows a woman’s body was different with each pregnancy, I nodded. “Yes, that’s cool.”
“Mhm, so this dark tunnel that’s in this wagon … can I plug it? Leavin’ it shakin’ harder than the crumbs in our trucks when the bass up. Answer me,” he asked, gliding his mouth to the hollow of my neck and sliding his ring finger back and forth rapidly across my asshole.
Fighting to keep my breath steady, I nodded. “Yes, you can plug my asshole.”
Bringing his hand from my ass, August slithered his mouth from the hollow of my neck to my tender titties.
Warmly and lovingly, he breathed into my cleavage, “Hey, the best suppliers to my kids. I’mma make sho’ y’all are in the best of hands too.
I got to. Two mo’ soggy mouth ass kids gon’ have ‘em occupied fo’ a bit.
See y’all later. Trust the wait gon’ be worth it. ”
My God. That lizard tongue and my nipples will have a fantastic date while I’m tied up to something, I thought, as August continued his thank-you tour.
Kneeling, he slid his nose around my stomach and tugged on my rifle. With ease, I let it go.
“Daddy’s babies, I promise y’all in the best of hands.
Yo’ momma an’ me gotta have y’all wit’ no issues.
Y’all in that sac sleepin’ comfortably. You won’t continue sleepin’ peacefully.
I’m finna bounce y’all’s asses like y’all in a bouncy house.
Goodnight, Daddy an’ Mommy love you,” he declared lovingly before kissing my stomach six times.
A man who loves his kids is everything, I thought, feeling August rising and grabbing the bondage cuffs attached to my wrist.
“When the door close, you gon’ take six steps an’ stop,” he ordered as the magnetic noise from a door unlocking sounded.
I knew when the door opened. A sensual song greeted my ears, making it easy for me to continue having a dripping pussy. Fruity scented candles wafted into my nose, causing me to be thankful that my coo was masked by the low beat, make love to me after you’ve pounded my pussy out music.
I didn’t make it far into the room when the door closed. I dropped my head as he taught me to.
“Perfect, my jackguh,” August moaned, walking behind me. “Lift yo’ head. Once I remove that blindfold, you better get a good peek at our room. You ain’t gon’ see it no mo’ ‘til it’s time fo’ us to go to sleep … wherever we is.”
Lifting my head like a queen, I was thrilled to see what he and Thiago had done. They were hard-up men, but they were great romancers. In a sense, they were more romantic than King and Kingdon.
After removing my jacket, August dropped his hardened dick on my ass and slid his arms around me.
His deep breaths tumbled around my neck, crawling to my ear, as he removed my coat.
The small hair on my arms rose as I nibbled on the bottom of my lip.
A moan burned the bottom of my throat with each suckle to my earlobe.
Gliding his tongue into my ear, I shivered and dug my nails into my palm.
As he drew our names on my belly, I smiled and became light as a feather. I adored when he made damn sure I knew where we belonged.
“Don’t unass a sound when I remove this blindfold. It’s time fo’ you to see what we have in sto’ fo’ tonight,” he whispered seductively while skating his hand underneath my skirt.
I didn’t respond. Not even when he spread my pussy lips with his fore and pinky fingers, delicately and passionately.
Slipping his finger into my juicy pussy, gunning for the spot that would have his wrist flooded, my heart galloped.
My right eyelid flapped dangerously. I was sure my longer-than-usual eyelashes resembled a summer handheld fan being flopped by my daughter and Kingsa.
With the intense curling of my toes and fingers, I fought hard to keep my breathing from unraveling.
“Oh, my jackguh. You doing amazin’ in holdin’ that moan an’ nut,” August whispered into my ear as the silk scarf withered down my face.
I didn’t open my eyes. I needed the command.
“You so fuckin’ wet, but not my kind of wet. Why is that? Answer me,” August growled into my ear, finger fucking me faster.
“Because I need to see my surroundings. I need to see you. I have to be told when to make this pussy wetter,” I answered unevenly.
“Open yo’ eyes. Don’t speak. Just observe,” August commanded, slowing his finger fucks.
As if crust was in my eyes, making it difficult to open, my eyelids slid upward. My body melted into August’s tall, muscular frame. My pussy became wetter seeing our spicy, sensual hotel room through the hues of black and red.
Oh, what a night we are going to have, I thought, eyeing the hotel’s lamps with the black light bulbs.
In the kitchen, bathroom, and beside the balcony glass sliding doors, red light bulbs were secured into spider lamps. Tall to short candles were everywhere. A walking path from the entrance doors to the balcony’s sliding door was created with tall candles.
To the right of the room, ducked off in the corner was a sex tower. My stomach sank as I had to catch my tongue from hitting the back of my teeth, spewing out his name, just like my pussy was bathing August’s wrist.
Fuck, I’m cumming, I thought, seeing two full-length mirrors beside the black stainless-steel device that was usually housed in the center of our freak’em room.