Chapter 8
Diamond soaked in the tub, taking her time relaxing in the bubbles and hot water; her favorite candles were lit that she used to meditate with or calm herself down. She knew she was stalling and would eventually have to come out and face her husband.
She was a married woman now, and tonight she would be sharing her bed with a man, her husband, for tonight and the rest of her life, according to Ben.
This was not how she envisioned her wedding night looking, and with Ben, no less. Her mind flashed to the heated embrace in the hallway of his home, their home now, and warmth spread through her, and her breathing increased.
If she was being honest with herself, there was a thrill running through her; people looking in at this picture would find this whole situation insane and that she needed rescuing from the big bad wolf that was holding her hostage now. Diamond wasn’t your typical damsel in distress; she could have tried harder to get a hold of her sister and get her to help, but she also didn’t want to put her sister or her family in jeopardy from what was happening and knew that if anyone could take care of this, it would be Ben. Not only Ben but the Brooks family.
Whatever they put their mind to, they got. Take Carter and Zahara, for instance. She refused to marry him, and look at them now, happy together with twins.
Her sister was now being chased by Michael, and according to the recent message on her new phone that Ben had set up for her with only her sister and parents being able to dial the old number and get it rerouted to her new phone. Her sister was having a good time, and everything was working out with Michael.
Her sister was in love, and she knew that Michael was just as much in love as her. She had discovered recently that she wanted that type of crazy love for herself and had lately become restless. When Ben had given her the ultimatum, it was like everything clicked for her, and now, she was curious as to where this would all go with Ben. He was an enigma and not as easy to read as his brother Michael was. He was a dark horse, and she felt drawn to that.
She shifted in the water and turned it back on to get it hotter when the door opened, and in entered her husband, wearing nothing but a robe, his feet bare and silent as he strode through the door, shutting it behind him.
Diamond didn’t bother to hide or shriek in outrage at his sudden appearance; she was not surprised that he just came on in as if he had the right. She was also very proud of her body and knew she looked good. She sat back and continued to lather her skin as the tap ran, heating up the lukewarm water. She eyed her husband as he made his way over to her vanity table in the bathroom and rooted around in there before pulling out her facial cleanser and pads to take off her makeup.
She blinked in surprise when he walked over to her and then sat down on the edge of the tub, seeming not to notice her near nakedness that the bubbles were not covering sufficiently.
“Lift your chin.” Ben might not have been showing that he was affected by her, but his voice and its husky pitch told her a different story.
“Why?” She stroked the soap over the flesh of her breast and then her nipples that had peaked when he entered the room.
“Because I want to see my wife.”
“You are looking at her.” She frowned now, pausing in her action. She saw his lips curve and fought the urge to reach her hand up and grab his head to bring him down to her. He had beautiful, kissable lips for a man.
“I mean without all this makeup on. I want to see you. The real you.” He explained.
Diamond didn’t know if she liked that. Looking at him, it felt like this was more than just taking off her makeup; she felt that she would be leaving herself exposed and open to him. She was used to having control of everything that she did, how she dressed, how she looked, her emotions, and the people around her. She now knew that Ben was not going to allow her that. He was serious when he said he wanted everything.
She sucked on her lower lip, a habit she hadn’t done in a long time; it was the only sign that showed she was nervous. Her makeup and clothing were her identity. She wasn’t a tomboy or brainiac like her sister, and she didn’t try to be; she loved everything feminine and had always been this way. She was also very athletic, like the rest of her family, but preferred makeup and clothes to running track or playing sports. She would have dropped cheerleading if she couldn't look pretty as she cheered and she didn’t have to break a sweat.
Before she could think about it further, she found her chin being taken gently and the soapy wet pad of her cleanser being smoothed gently over her skin. Her eyes were trapped in his silver gaze, and she kept them there, watching the fleeting expression on his face when his eyes followed what his hand was exposing. Her face was finally laid bare, with the only accessory, her false eyelashes, and soon those were gone too.
His thumb rubbed her jaw, and his eyes returned to looking into hers with reverence.
“Beautiful.” He whispered, and she sucked in her breath, and then, in the next breath, outraged, she began to slap his hands away.
“Everything Diamond.”
“No.”
“Hold still; I don’t want to hurt you.” He warned.
“Then take your hands out of my hair. I let you have my makeup, but this is going too far now."
He looked down, his eyes dark. “With me, in private, I only want the real you. Not the made-up version you use for everyone else to see.”
They struggled, but he was gaining ground, and she could feel the clips holding her extensions slide out of her hair. Until they were gone.
He then began to massage her scalp, and the words of protest died on her lips when he began to rub the sensitive spots in her hair that were caused by the hairstyle she wore for her wedding day. Her anger began to ebb away, and she began to hum and tilt her head in the direction of his fingers.
She opened her eyes sleepily when he stopped and laid her head back against the pillow pad stuck to the rim of the bathtub.
“I want to take care of you the rest of tonight. Will you allow me?”
She paused and then nodded. Since he walked in, her body had been on fire for him; it cooled a bit with the extension snatching, but the head massage made up for it.
He then turned on the hot water and added more bubbles to the water. He then leaned over to grab one of her legs and then took the sponge out of her hand that she was using. He began to move it in long strokes up and down her leg; his robe parted slightly as he worked to clean her skin, exposing his tanned thighs, muscles rippling on both sides. She tried to get a closer peek in between, but his legs and bathrobe created a shadow, and she could not see his cock.
Diamond heard him give a low chuckle, and her eyes lifted to meet his. In the dark with just her candles burning, she could barely make out the silver color of his eyes, but they were watching her just as intently as she was watching him.
She licked her suddenly dry lips, his hands continuing to work their magic, causing her flesh to come alive at his touch. He placed the foot he was working on down into the water, and she felt a loss from his touch until he took her other one and repeated the process. She closed her eyes and enjoyed feeling his hands move over her, pampering her and what felt like worshipping. He took his time over every curve and bend in her legs, down to her feet, before finally making his way to her arms and lavishing them with the same attention.
Diamond felt him pause, and she opened her eyes, watching him as he dipped his hands back in the water and then began to run them over her chest, his touch slow and soft. She loved the feel of his skin on hers. His fingertips getting closer and closer to her distended nipples that were peeking through the suds. He bypassed them and began to clean her stomach.
She made a low rumble of protest, and she heard his low chuckle again. She realized she liked hearing when he did that; he was always so serious, and from his look of concentration as he bathed her, she could see he was taking his task very seriously.
“Saving the best for last.” His voice now sounding as if he were eating rocks. He reached his hand into his robe to adjust himself because he was erect now, and she gave a low moan again for a different reason. His staff looked long.
She reached out, curious now to feel the length of him, but he took her hand and kissed the top and then her fingers before returning it into the water.
“Later, just let me enjoy bathing you.” He whispered against her lips, and she parted them, craving to have them against hers. He made a rumbling sound just as his lips slid over hers and the sponge made its way between her legs. She jerked from the heat of this mouth and the rough coarseness of the sponge running between her legs, parting her slit but going no further.
As he leaned over, his kiss consuming her, she felt his fingers caress her wet collarbone, sending a shiver over her; the water was cooling around her, but her body heated from his touch. She parted her legs further, seeking more from him, and he dipped the sponge in again, running it along her clit and her soft flesh inside, the nerves there tingling and tightening in reaction.
His fingers continued to skim across her skin, down her chest, and found a protruding nipple. He swirled his finger around it, and she moaned.
She placed her hand against his hand that was moving the sponge back and forth, pressing down hard, indicating she wanted more from him.
Diamond had small, perky breasts, and Ben’s hand was wide and long; he covered both nipples now with the palm of his hand and began to rub harder against the sensitive points as he swirled the sponge against her clit. She jerked because she was beginning to feel tight and heavy below. What he was doing to her body felt so good she was on the cusp of coming. She wanted his mouth on her nipples and made a small noise and then pulled her lips away from his as his followed, seeking her mouth again, but she moved them to his cheek and whispered yearningly.
“Please, Ben, suck them.”
He took her lips again before trailing his mouth down her cheek, to her neck where he suckled, and then down to her chest, popping the hardened peak into his mouth. He began to suck hard to almost the point of pain and began to use the sponge harder and faster on her. She gripped his shoulder with her free hand and the base of his skull, wetting his hair as she held him against her breast.
She bent her head slightly and pulled his ear into her mouth and suckled it like he was suckling her.
Suddenly she didn’t feel the sponge anymore but his finger seeking entrance at her slit, and she opened wider for him, remembering how good they felt inside her the last time and wanting more.
“Please, I need to—”
He pulled the nipple and part of her breast fully into his mouth as he added one then another of his fingers inside her now very wet channel.
“Your so wet and so tight. Almost there, baby. Just need you a bit wetter so that you can take me with ease.” He muttered against her skin.
His fingers pumped a rhythm inside her while his mouth took her nipple by storm. She gripped the side of the tub as her body suddenly tightened, and she sucked hard on his ear as the wave of her orgasm poured through her. She felt her feet slide back and forth in the tub as her pussy walls clamped down hard on his.
He groaned, and she lifted her mouth off his ear to try and breathe. Her head now back against the porcelain tub edge and pillow.
He worked her through another orgasm, and she begged him to stop as the second one was stronger than the first. He gently released her nipple and pulled his fingers from inside her.
She found it suddenly hard to keep her eyelids open; she was satiated from having come twice, and her body felt heavy and trembled at the same time.
Diamond laid there limp as a noodle as he pulled her up into a sitting position and then placed his arm under her legs and behind her back, taking her wet body out of the tub. He stood her up and grabbed the towel resting on the towel warming rack. Wrapping her in it and then taking a second one, where he began to dry her legs and feet, then used the one that was wrapped around her body to finish drying her off, she stood there bemused; never had a man taken care of her in such a way. He picked her up and took her to the bedroom they would be sharing from now on.
He laid her on the bed as if she was a delicate flower and stood there looking down at her, his gaze heated, a part of his body still hard and pressing against his robe.
Like a sleek cat about to pounce on its prey, he made his way onto the bed and parted her legs, making room for himself between them.
Diamond groaned, her body getting wet again at the sight of his mouth close to her entrance.
The first pass of his tongue had her raising her lower half off the bed; he used his forearm to keep her from rising as he took her pussy to heights she didn’t even think could happen. His tongue parted her lower lips just as his mouth suckled her, his thumb strumming against the exposed hardened clit.
She was glad now that she always kept herself bare because there was nothing in his way as he rested the top of his head against her exposed skin, his nose and thumb taking turns rasping against her and his lips and tongue licking and slurping the wetness pooling from her, the abrasion of his tongue wreaking havoc on her sensitive flesh.
If she thought what transpired in the hall and the bathroom was mind-blowing, she was not prepared for this.
Diamond tried to move her lower half away from him but couldn’t because of him holding her in place as he ate her pussy like nobody’s business, making sounds of pleasure as she cried from reaching one orgasm to the next. She felt her wetness pour into the crack of her ass, and then she began to beg for mercy but plead for more, her body on fire and sweat running down her neck for the first time in her life.
She let out a bellow as one intense orgasm took her body, and he finally let up on his plundering of her pussy till he planted kisses on her pussy before stopping and then kneeling on the bed. Her eyes were now shut as her body trembled from the tremors still happening to her.
“Look at me.”
She tried opening her eyes, but they just fluttered instead.
“Has any man ever made you feel this way, baby?”
She shook her head, the truth of what he made her feel for him still pouring out of her body.
“Diamond, look at me. I want your eyes open when I take you. I want you to never forget who can please this pussy. It now belongs to me. And only me.” She heard him say with satisfaction.
She opened her eyes, and they widened in shock. She tried scooting up the bed, but he just pulled her back down toward him.
He wasn’t just long but also thick, and what in the world?
“Is that a piercing on your cock?”