35. Roman #2
“Then fuck me like you used to, Sir, because you’re right… I did miss you that much,” her eyes flick toward the speaker as desire floods my system.
My fingers flex against her leg, “on your knees, Little One.”
Her eyes darken and she pushes herself upright on the bed before practically jumping onto the floor with a thud. I frown immediately as I sit up slightly myself.
“Nobody hurts my Tinkerbell,” I growl. “You included. Don’t move so quickly, you have precious cargo.”
“Sorry, Sir,” she replies bashfully and my pulse throbs harder as I sit back against the headboard properly.
Her hands settle neatly on her thighs, and I swear the sight alone almost ruins me.
I drag my tongue slowly across my bottom lip before standing.
Fae watches me carefully from her place on the floor and I can feel the tension building in the room with every slow step I take around her.
My fingertips ghost over her shoulders before trailing lightly down her arms and goose pimples immediately rise across her skin.
“Colour?” I ask quietly.
“Green,” she breathes.
“Good girl.”
Her thighs press together slightly at the praise and a dark satisfaction curls low in my stomach.
I move behind her, letting my fingers comb through her hair before gathering it gently at the base of her neck.
Her head tilts back until it rests lightly against my stomach and I close my eyes briefly with that movement alone.
My free hand slides slowly down the front of her body.
Over her throat. Her collarbone. The curve of her chest. Lower until my palm settles carefully against her bump.
Mine.
Not because I own her. Not because I control her.
Because she chose me.
I let go of her hair before stepping back around in front of her again.
My fingers hook gently beneath the hem of her top.
Her eyes stay fixed on mine as I slowly lift the fabric upwards, exposing skin inch by inch until I finally pull it over her head completely and toss it carelessly onto the chair beside us.
A shaky breath leaves her as my eyes drag over her, “Jesus Christ, Tink.”
A blush creeps across her cheeks and she ducks her head slightly before I hook my fingers beneath her chin and tilt her face back up again.
“Don’t hide from me.”
I lower myself down in front of her, bringing us eye level before my hands settle softly against her thighs. The pads of my thumbs trace absent circles there whilst I study every inch of her face like I’m trying to memorise it.
Maybe I am.
Because for the first time in days, this doesn’t feel like grief.
It feels like us.
I hold her gaze before finally stepping away from her completely.
I walk over toward the wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room and pull the doors open slowly.
Everything inside is exactly where we left it.
Leather. Lace. Silk. Toys neatly organised beside restraints and blindfolds like this part of us has just been sitting here patiently waiting for me to come back to it.
My fingers drag slowly across the shelves before stopping on the paddle with my name picked out in diamonds across the orange leather.
The memory of her crying out beneath it flashes through my head hard enough that I have to exhale slowly through my nose.
Beside it sits the leather cuffs and my eyes linger on them briefly before shifting lower toward a soft black feather tucked near the back.
I grab all three. When I turn back around, Fae’s already lowered her head slightly where she kneels waiting for me and the sight sends blood rushing heavily to my cock.
She looks beautiful like this. Soft and obedient in a way nobody else ever gets to see.
I walk back over to her slowly before lowering everything carefully onto the floor in front of her with my usual meticulous precision.
The paddle sits beside the cuffs whilst the feather rests neatly across the leather and Fae’s breathing visibly deepens at the sight of them.
I move behind her again before picking up the cuffs and gently guiding her arms backwards. Her breathing catches as I fasten the leather around her wrists one at a time, checking each one carefully to make sure they aren’t too tight.
“Colour?”
“Green, Sir.”
Pride curls warmly through my chest at how naturally she answers me.
My fingers slide slowly up her spine before hooking beneath the clasp of her strapless bra.
I pause briefly before I undo the clasp and the strap loosens against her skin.
Her breasts spill free as the fabric falls away and the air seizes in my throat.
They’ve changed again. Heavier with our baby growing in her and the thought makes me feral.
“Fucking hell,” I murmur.
My hand brushes lightly over the curve of her waist before I step back around in front of her again.
‘Girls Need Love by Summer Walker’ starts filtering softly through the speakers whilst I crouch down and pick up the feather.
Fae watches me carefully through lowered lashes as I drag it gently across the slope of her shoulder.
Goose pimples immediately rise across her skin.
I trace it lower. Across her collarbone.
Between the swell of her breasts before back up her throat again.
Slow.
Unhurried.
Like I have all the time in the world to relearn her body.
Her breathing turns shakier with every pass of the feather until eventually I lean forward and kiss her softly.
I swallow her quiet little sound before pulling back and standing to my full height in front of her.
Her eyes follow me the entire way up. My fingers move to the button of my trousers, and her eyes darken as they stay fixed on me as I push my trousers open.
The look on her face alone nearly destroys what little control I have left.
“Look at you,” I murmur quietly.
My hand settles against her jaw, thumb brushing softly across her bottom lip before I tilt her face upwards. Her mouth opens and her pink tongue sticks out as I grab the base of my throbbing cock and gently caress her mouth with the tip.
“You’re perfect Tinkerbell.”
She moans as I shove my dick deep and hard in the back of her mouth, before gagging around it as I quickly pull back.
The feel of her hot, tight throat makes me grit my teeth and groan at how wet and perfect she feels.
I push in slower this time and her eyes look up at me with so much love and trust.
“That’s it,” I mumble as my fingers slide through her hair. “You’re such a good girl.”
I feel my cock breach the back of her throat as she gags again and my hands tighten in her hair.
I grit my teeth. Her face goes red under the lack of oxygen, but she stays pliable under my palms, and I pull back before diving in deep again.
I thrust harder, faster, and lose myself to the sensation of fucking her tight throat.
A moan falls out of me as and I tip my head back.
Sweat drips down my back as I feel the telltale signs of my orgasm building and reluctantly pull back.
The last thing I want is to waste this moment by coming in her mouth. My chest heaves.
I bend down quickly and haul her upright against me, my movements are rushed and messy as the control I had carefully built starts slipping through my fingers.
I need her closer. Need skin instead of barriers.
My hands fumble with the rest of her clothes, dragging fabric down her body with nowhere near the patience I had seconds ago.
Fae squeaks out a surprised laugh as I nearly trip over my own trousers and a rough chuckle leaves me at how completely feral I must look right now.
“Shut up,” I mutter breathlessly before grabbing her face and pulling her into me.
Her tongue tangles with mine whilst I kiss her hard enough to steal the breath from both of us and she moans into my mouth before I pull back.
I turn her toward the bed before pushing her down onto the mattress faster than I intended.
The cuffs shift awkwardly beneath her and a sharp cry leaves her lips.
Every part of me freezes instantly.
“Shit,” I bark, stumbling over myself to get back to her. Panic punches through my chest as I reach for her shoulders carefully. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” she blurts out.
“You’re not fine,” I snap. “I could’ve fucking dislocated your shoulder.”
“I’m GREEN, Roman,” she huffs impatiently. “Very fucking green. Now stop spiralling and fuck your fiancée.”
I just stare at her. Then a disbelieving laugh breaks out of me as I drop my forehead briefly against hers.
“You are genuinely insane,” I mutter.
“Not insane,” she breathes against my mouth, “very fucking horny.”
“Oh yeah?” I murmur, “with attitude as well?”
She glares at me from the bed.
“I was going to let you have what you wanted,” I say as I climb over her, “but I don’t think that attitude deserves rewarding.”
She growls and I chuckle again as I reposition her carefully toward the middle of the mattress before lowering myself between her thighs.
My mouth connects with her cunt, and the taste is like the sweetest honey in the world.
I harden my tongue as I circle her clit in a figure of eight before softening it slightly and kissing it like a starving man finally being fed.
Every sound she makes goes straight through me.
“Stay still,” I warn quietly.
I press two fingers into to her tight pussy and have to pull back my mouth to stop my own orgasm blowing at the just the memory of how that feels around my dick. I press the tips of my fingers to the squishy part of her insides and watch as her chest caves in with deep inhales.
“Do not cum Tinkerbell, I mean it,” I growl before diving back and giving her long drawn out licks around my fingers.
Her pussy tightens on my fingers again and I stop.
“Augh!” she shouts.