Chapter Eleven #2
A lump formed in Nivéa’s throat, emotions rising like a tidal wave. Before she could articulate her feelings, Crown kissed her lips. It was slow and deep, as if he needed to reassure himself that she was real and that this was real. His hand found the roots of her hair, squeezing gently.
Nivéa didn’t flinch at the slight pain; instead, she melted against him as his other hand slid along the curves of her body.
The kiss intensified, filled with everything they hadn’t had the chance to say all night amidst the crowd.
He squeezed her ass, and she understood the unspoken message… he wanted her. Now.
“I should freshen up first. It’s been a long day.” She told him, realizing how hard she’d danced with the ladies, sweat soaking her skin. “I’m so sweaty.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that.” Crown growled, his breath hot against her ear. “I prefer the pussy seasoned, and you know that. Don’t play wit’ me.”
They locked eyes as he asserted his dominance, and Nivéa fell silent, letting him take the lead as always.
Crown helped her out of her gown, and with one smooth motion, he lifted her onto the kitchen island and laid her back, sliding her panties off.
He held them to his nose, inhaling deeply, confirming he didn’t give a fuck about her sweat or the juices she’d been leaking all day.
He would live inside her pussy if it were possible.
“Fuck,” he groaned, wanting to dick her down right then and there. But he forced himself to slow down; tonight was special. He wanted to take his time, to love on her before diving in.
Instead, as he stood between her legs, Crown placed his thumb on her clit, circling it slowly as he took notice of her white-painted toes curling on the island. Deciding to multitask, he took one of her feet into his mouth, sucking gently on her toes while his thumb continued to trace her clit.
“Uhhhh… oooh, baby.” Nivéa cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Crown made a full circle with his thumb before stopping and going lower. He slipped a finger inside her, then another one, hitting her sweet spot. Nivéa arched her back against the cold surface, her eyes fluttering shut as satisfaction washed over her.
“C’mere. Sit up for me, baby.” Crown commanded, pulling her toes from his mouth.
“Baby… I can’t.” She whimpered, weak at his touch.
“I’ll help you.”
With a hand at the small of her back, Crown guided her up. As soon as she was at the edge of the island, Nivéa wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she ground her hips. She met his rhythm until she came hard on his hand.
Seizing the moment, Crown withdrew his fingers and pulled the Knight's bandanna from his back pocket, preparing to tie it around her eyes.
“What the he—” Nivéa gasped, trying to catch her breath and figure out what he was doing. But Crown quickly wrapped his hand around her throat, leaning in.
“You trust me?” He asked, watching her swallow hard before she nodded, just like she had when he first introduced her pussy to his Glock.
“Nah, I need to hear you.”
“Yes,”
“Yes, what?” He slipped one of his soiled fingers into her mouth.
Without hesitation, Nivéa sucked her juices from him, her gaze locked on his. “Yes, I trust you.” She released his finger and answered.
“Aight, then… trust me.” He urged, continuing to secure the blindfold.
Once her vision was gone, Crown lifted her and walked her through the cabin until they reached another room deeper inside. The second the secured door slid open, cooler air brushed against Nivéa’s skin. She heard some more soft music first, then the faint crackle of another fireplace.
Crown carefully sat her down before slowly removing the bandana from her eyes. Nivéa blinked a few times, adjusting to the low amber lighting surrounding the room.
“Ahmad…” She called as she slowly looked around.
The room was dimly lit and felt both sensual and deep.
Black silk sheets covered the oversized bed where she sat, while candles flickered throughout the space.
Chains were integrated into the bedframe and a nearby bondage table.
A padded leather bench stood at the foot of the bed, and a black trunk rested nearby.
On both sides of the room, velvet-lined drawers were partially open, revealing silk restraints, more blindfolds, massage oils, premium sensitive lubricants, and other items that sent heat creeping across Nivéa’s skin.
There wasn’t a single window in sight, only rich wood and a heavy entrance that made the room feel completely cut off from the rest of the cabin. She gasped as she looked up, noticing a mirror stretching across part of the ceiling, overlooking them.
“What the fuck are you on, nigga?” Nivéa let out a low…nervous laugh as she looked at him.
“I wanted to surprise my wife. I know it probably looks crazy. But this ain’t on no weird shit. I just…wanted us to explore some things together tonight.”
Crown didn’t consider himself a Dom or nothing like that; he was simply a grown-ass man with desires, ready to explore every inch of his wife. He wanted to fuck every hole on Nivéa’s body that night, and he hoped she could take it and let him.
“Who else have you brought here to have it decked out this way? Did you do this often?” Nivéa asked, her jealousy suddenly overpowering her anxiety.
“Nah, it was transformed this way.” He explained, coming out of his bottoms.
“The room was always here; I kept it separate from the rest of the cabin as a safe spot in case something happened. You know me. But all this?” He gestured around them. “I did this for us over the past few weeks. No other woman gets what I give you, baby.”
The honesty in his voice softened Nivéa as she gazed around again.
“I don’t know, baby. I want to but I’m pregnant.”
“Everything in this room is safe for your body in its current state. I made sure of it.” Crown pecked her lips, his dick poking against her. “I just want tonight to be memorable.”
“And if I say I’m nervous?”
He grabbed her chin gently. “Then we go at your pace. The second you uncomfortable, we stop. Ain’t nothing in this room more important than you feeling safe with me.”
That response alone relaxed her more than anything else could have.
His hands slowly slid along her thighs as he lay her body back carefully against the silk sheets and pressed a slow kiss against her stomach.
He reached over and grabbed the massage oil.
Pouring some in his large hands, he took his time rubbing her body down from her neck down to her toes.
The massage.
The dim lighting.
The deep waves on his head.
The tattoos on his body.
The hunger in his eyes.
Everything about Crown in that moment screamed dangerous and protective at the same time. And somehow that combination always made Nivéa melt.
“You still trust me?” He asked, now hovering over her body, massage oil tossed to the side.
Nivéa nodded slowly, intertwining her fingers with his. Her body felt so good from his massage that she damn near drifted off to sleep.
“With my life.”
Crown broke eye contact, lowering his face near her ear. “Good.”
The next thing Nivéa felt was her arm being shifted upward and cool metal brushing softly against her wrist.
Click.
Her breath caught instantly, and the second the other wrist clicked into place beside it, heat rushed straight through her body. Not fear, but anticipation…nervous excitement.
Nivéa tugged lightly against the cuffs in curiosity, her gaze finding Crown’s afterward.
And the look on his face almost took her out completely.
He had traded his diamonds for a gold fang grill capping his canines.
It glistened as his lips parted slightly.
The reflection of the fireplace burned in his eyes as he stared into her soul.
There was something dangerous lurking beneath his calm expression, something dark and possessive that made her stomach flutter.
In that moment, Crown looked less like her husband and more like the man who ran the streets without apology. A nigga capable of great destruction.
With one hand around her throat, Crown cupped her calf with his other hand, slowly running it up her leg.
The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through Nivéa, but she remained silent as he continued his slow exploration, eventually cupping her wet pussy.
Nivéa’s warmth and energy seemed to come alive when his fingers spread and pulled back on her hood, exposing her clit.
With wet and warm lips, Crown kissed and tongued and sucked on her, passionately.
He loved her so much that he just wanted to take care of her…
please her. Listening to her breaths growing shallow, he slid his warm palms from caressing her ass cheeks to massaging her breasts as he ate.
He watched a shudder go through her body as most of the anxiety left her face in place of ecstasy.
As he devoured her, Crown smoothly reached over and retrieved the bottle of lubricant. Pulling back slightly, he stroked himself with it, then poured it on her before rubbing the tip of his dick against her entrance.
“Ohhh…” Nivéa cooed, the cuffs on her wrists clacking.
Crown pressed his tongue in her mouth and kissed her beautifully, groaning as he entered her. Nivéa moaned louder at the sensation, her stomach tightening as the warmth and his length became almost overwhelming. He felt so good; she just wanted to touch him…hold him.
“Babyyyyy,” she cried out as he gripped her thighs and pressed them to the bed. Instinctively, she tried to reach down and push against his abdomen, but reality sank in…she was trapped.
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah…” Crown rocked into her, his upper lip curling in pleasure. “Can’t run from this dick tonight. Can’t push me out.”