Chapter 4 #2
“I’ll tell you later.” I yawned again and pointed to the setting on the table in the middle. “I know I told British that my taste leans toward all white, but now that I see it in person . . .” I let my thoughts trail off.
“It’s pretty but kinda boring.”
“Yeah. So that one’s a no.”
British Goode flitted into the conference room in her facility, which had been turned into a setup of my future wedding.
We exchanged hugs, and I introduced her to Kelcie, who was my matron-of-honor.
“Okay, the bakery has been secured. You’re going with K Sweet Bakery by Kyndall Hill. She will do the wedding cake, the groom’s cake, and all of the baked treats for your sweet table.”
I nodded. “Great. Thank you. Kelcie and I were just looking at the mock-ups for the table settings.” I sighed.
“I know I said I wanted all white, but now that I see it laid out like this . . .” I didn’t even bother to finish, because the knowing smile British gave me meant she was already picking up what I was putting down.
“An overabundance of white can come off as stark, cold, and sterile,” she told me while gently patting my shoulder.
“Not only that, sometimes the way we envision things in our minds doesn’t match up with the reality.
Which is why I always have my team do three mock-up versions. What’s your take on the other tables?”
“Uhm.” I yawned again.
British looked down at her phone. “I’m sorry. Can you please excuse me for a minute?”
Kelcie turned to me the second British was out of earshot. “Were you and Jaxxon up all night reenacting the scenes we saw at the sex club yesterday?”
“We didn’t get to that,” I confessed. “We spent one hundred hours going over the rules and regulations. I thought the only rules was . . . bite it until I cum. Apparently not.”
She cracked up. “That was not the experience I had with Trav last night. As soon as I finished debriefing him on the stuff we saw, he told me to grab my sleep mask, the whipped cream, and his longest tie. I was subdued, blindfolded, and eaten off the bone.”
“Shut up.” I gave her a not-so-gentle push on the forearm.
I stomped into Jaxxon’s house later that night. I planned to read him the riot act because I spent the night in a lecture, while Kelsie spent it with Travis giving her practical application. I felt cheated.
“Jay!” I yelled from the foyer, as I slid the shoes from my feet.
No answer.
I started down the hallway toward the kitchen. “Jay!”
My phone vibrated inside my purse. I stopped at the island and dug it out.
Jay:
I’m going to give you a set of directions. You will need to follow them to the letter.
“Oh, okay.” I mumbled to myself with a smirk.
Jay:
Stop yelling through the house. From this moment on, I want you to be silent, unless I ask you to speak. Any and all disobedience will be met with punishment.
“We’re starting,” I whispered as the biggest, cheesiest grin cracked my face.
Jay:
Go into the guests bedroom, and take a shower. When you have completed that task, wrap yourself in a towel. If your hair is currently in a ponytail, or restrained in any way, please free it. It should be hanging loose around your shoulders.
Part of me wanted to suck my teeth, because I really didn’t like people telling me what to do.
And him telling me to have my hair down made the rebellious part of me really want to go get somebody to put it in one hundred box braids right quick.
But a different part of me was intrigued, .
. . both by the commands and by the fact that Jaxxon was the one delivering them.
Jaxxon didn’t boss me around. He usually gave me my way.
Let me do me and loved me in spite of my ways.
He spoiled me. But from the tone of the text messages, this Jaxxon wouldn’t hesitate to whup my ass if I didn’t obey him.
Jay:
When you enter the primary bedroom, assume the position we discussed last night—you on your knees, head bowed. And Home, keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, and refrain from rolling those brown eyes. Any deviation from these instructions will be met with corrective action.
Since I wasn’t exactly sure what “corrective action” entailed, I decided to follow the orders and not give him any pushback.
In the guest bathroom, I washed my face, showered with the shower gel I’d selected for guests, dried off, and wrapped myself up in one of the fluffy towels I’d hung on the hook. Once I had the towel secured around myself, I eased the ponytail holder off my hair.
I had put all kinds of incidentals in the bathroom of the guestroom, calling myself thinking ahead.
If a guest forgot anything, I wanted it to be a sweet surprise that the very thing they were missing was in the guest bathroom.
Unfortunately, the thought of putting a comb in the drawer hadn’t crossed my mind.
I tried to finger comb my hair. I did the best I could, but that wasn’t saying much.
Still, I held my head high as I walked into the primary bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the only light in the room was from two taper candles burning, one on each nightstand. The second thing I noticed was the smell. It smelled good, like citrus and something earthy.
Remembering what was in the text, I walked to the foot of the bed, dropped to my knees, and bowed my head. About a minute later, Jaxxon approached me. I couldn’t help noticing that he was fully dressed.
“Hey.”
“Hey—” I started to look up at him, and he cut me off.
“Head down, Skyy.”
He called me Skyy. I immediately put my head down and tried again. “Hey, Jay. Can I call you Jay? I read a book once where the lady was the dominant, and she made old boy call her ‘Sir.’ Do you want me to call you sir?”
I wanted to laugh at myself.
I was Scorpio Skyy motherfucking House. I didn’t ask men for permission to do anything. I did what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it, and how I wanted to do it. But four commands later, and I was asking this nukka if I could call him what I’d been calling him since the day we met.
He chuckled lightly, which made me relax a little. “You’ll refer to me as Big. Your responses will be ‘yes, Big,’ or ‘no, Big.’ From this point forward, I’ll refer to you as Baby.”
“Yes, Big.” I was being sarcastic, but at the same time, I kind of dug seeing Jaxxon take control.
“I feel like I detected a little bit of . . . sass in your tone. Say it again, Baby. And put some respect on it this time.”
Well, damn!
“Yes, Big.”
“Better, Baby. Good job.”
Ridiculously, I felt my ego puff up a little at his words. Who the hell got pumped up from praise at being good at letting somebody dominate you? This couldn’t be life. This couldn’t be Skyy. This had to be one of my other personalities. Maybe #25. She was probably a timid chick.
I had to check back in, because he was talking, and I was off in my own head. I was pretty sure that asking him to repeat himself wasn’t what a good submissive would do. A good submissive probably held on to her dominant’s every word.
Damn, I drifted again.
“Baby, I’mma need you to stay with me. I know a lot is coming at you right now, but I need you to focus. Are you focused?”
I looked up at him. “Yes, Big.”
“Eyes on the floor.”
My eyes flew to the white oak floorboards. “Yes, Big.” My mind really wanted to wander to when we were going to get to the fucking, but I forced myself to focus. All of this, laying the groundwork , was making me the opposite of horny. It was boring.
A hand slammed around my neck. That right there got my attention for real. I wanted to look up at Jaxxon so badly, but I figured that wouldn’t be good.
“If I have to tell you to focus again, I’m gonna have you put on your pajamas, and we’ll pick this up tomorrow. I feel like you’re not ready, and that’s a waste of my time.” His hand remained around my neck. He wasn’t choking me, per se, but the grip wasn’t easy-breezy, either.
“That’s not necessary, Big. I’m focused.”
“We’ll see.” He squeezed harder before releasing his grip. “We’re gonna start with some sensory play. I’m gonna cover your eyes with a blindfold, remove the towel, and slowly introduce objects. Some will touch you, some you will hear, some you will smell. Are you okay with that?”
I tried not to grin. “Yes, Big.”
“Tell me our verbal cues.”
“Green, if I really like it. Yellow, if I’m getting close to an orgasm. Red, if I feel like I’m going insane from pleasure.”
“Tell me your safe word, Baby.”
“Purple.” It was my least favorite color.
“Close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and felt soft fabric, that he produced from where, I didn’t know, began to wrap around my head. Soon, I was shrouded in darkness.
“Remove the towel, Baby.”
I slowly loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. I could feel Jaxxon, and I could smell him—that scent that was uniquely him. That scent beneath the cologne and shower gel. It was one of my favorite smells.
I could feel his body heat. It felt like he got on his knees in front of me. When his lips brushed mine, I knew I was right. Goose bumps popped up on my skin. Something soft fluttered across one nipple, and then the other. They sprang to life. Something hard—prickly trailed down my arm.
I gasped.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Baby,” he whispered.
His lips kissed mine again, and then I felt him move away.
I tried to slow down my heart rate and calm myself.
I could feel moisture between my legs. I felt Jaxxon’s presence.
He must have left the room and come back again, because I could feel him.
He wasn’t close, but I knew he was there.
I knew he was in the vicinity, and my body responded.
I wanted his reassurance. It was hell being blindfolded.
I hated the vulnerability of not being able to see. Knowing he was with me gave me peace.
Soon, I felt him behind me. His body rubbed against mine, and I knew we were skin to skin.
Somewhere along the way, he’d taken off his shirt.
He placed an open-mouth kiss on my neck, and my body contracted with the pleasure of his mouth on me.
Something cold traveled down my chest, between my breasts, then ran over each nipple.
It wasn’t ice, but it was cold. Jaxxon fiddled around behind me, and after a moment, I felt the cold object rest around my neck.
A necklace , I thought to myself. The instinct to reach up and touch it was so strong, but I fought against my nature.
“I know you think you know what it is,” he said between light chuckles.
“And I know you probably wanna touch it so bad, that it’s driving you crazy.
I’m so proud of you, Baby. I’m proud of the self-control you’re exercising.
It’s sexy as hell watching you be my good girl.
You’re such a good girl, Baby.” He kissed my neck.
I shivered. I was feeling so many emotions.
Who knew taking away the sense of sight would cause me to feel so soft?
“You can reach up and touch it.”
My fingers made contact with the necklace, running over it, until I came to a circular object. I gasped.
Jaxxon removed the blindfold. It took a few seconds and some blinking to restore my eyesight. The room was only lit by candlelight, but I could still see the ring.
Correction. I could still see the diamond.
Then, he was on his knees in front of me again. “I know you didn’t think I was gonna let your fine ass run around here ringless.”
I threw myself into him and slung my arms around his neck.
I pulled his head to me, then attacked his mouth.
The kiss was greedy. I let my tongue explore every crevice while I leaned into him, loving the way his body supported my weight.
Loving the way he took over the kiss. Loving the way he pushed me backward until my back was flat against the floor, and he was situated between my open legs.