Chapter 23
Port of Cartier
Two weeks later…
We had just landed in Port of Cartier, and I was already knowin’ I made the right call bringin’ my wife out here, ‘cause the second the jet slowed and the door opened, that island air hit different. The shit was rich and warm with ocean salt and money all mixed together like it was built for people who knew how to live. Port of Cartier wasn’t loud in a tourist way, but it was smooth and intentional, all clean white stone, gold accents, palm trees lined up like they was handpicked, and water so blue the shit ain’t even look real.
I stepped down first, shirt open like always, chest out and chains catchin’ the sun, ‘cause I don’t do vacations halfway, and when Toni came down behind me, I felt that familiar pull in my chest that never really went away no matter how long I been married to her.
She wasn’t wearin’ her signature red wig this trip, and that alone had me starin’ like I ain’t seen her before, ‘cause instead she had her natural hair pressed bone straight, jet black with a clean middle part, fallin’ down the center of her back.
Yeah, my bitch had good hair. That shit framed her face different, softer but still edgy, and I smiled to myself ‘cause I always said I wouldn’t have married her if her edges wasn’t right, and right now they was laid like a muthafucka.
Her skin looked crazy under the sun, with that deep chocolate glow that always made me proud to stand next to her, and she had on this light, peach color flowy dress that hugged her just enough to remind me what I had at home.
Her nails was done neat, her toes polished and pretty with rings on ‘em, and I caught myself lookin’ at her feet for a second too long ‘cause I always liked that about her. It was the lil’ details she never half-assed.
The whip was already waitin’ for us at the bottom of the stairs, blacked out and quiet with a driver standin’ there like he been doin’ this all his life.
I grabbed the keys from him then loaded our Rimowa and Louis Vuitton luggage into the trunk without sayin’ much, ‘cause this wasn’t a trip for talkin’ about problems or explainin’ shit.
This was me showin’ my baby I could still give her peace.
As I drove us toward the resort, Toni leaned back in the seat, lookin’ out the window like she couldn’t believe the view. The roads hugged the coastline, water on one side, stone villas and palm trees on the other, and every turn looked like a postcard.
“This island so damn pretty,” she said soft, like she ain’t wanna break the moment.
I reached over while keepin’ my eyes on the road, took her hand, and slid my fingers between hers, then brought the back of it to my lips and kissed it slow.
She squeezed my hand back, and I could feel that lil’ shift in her energy that told me she was relaxin’ again, lettin’ herself enjoy what was in front of her.
The resort was tucked right up against the water, private as hell, chefs already on site, staff movin’ like they knew better than to be loud around people like us.
Everything was white and gold and glass, open space everywhere so you never forgot where you was.
Toni walked through it like she was afraid to touch somethin’, with her eyes wide, takin’ it all in, and I watched her smile ‘cause I liked bein’ the reason she felt spoiled.
Out on the balcony later, she stood at the railing lookin’ out at the ocean, her dress movin’ in the breeze, hair layin’ flat down her back, and I stayed a few feet behind her lightin’ up a blunt, just watchin’.
I was watchin’ the way her body had filled out lately from the way I been lovin’ on and dickin’ her down right.
The way her hips was spreadin’ and her ass was sittin’ heavier than before, all hit me at once.
Toni always been a litl’ bowlegged, always been chocolate, always been mine, and that shit did somethin’ to me every time I slowed down enough to really look.
I took a pull, exhaled, and stepped up behind her, my body pressin’ close, my dick already hard just from the sight of her.
I stared out at the water with her for a second, then leaned down and kissed the side of her neck slow, lettin’ my lips linger ‘cause I knew that was her weak spot. She melted back into me like she always did, her head tiltin’ just enough to give me more access, and I smiled ‘cause some shit just never changed.
She turned in my arms, lookin’ up at me with that hazy look in her eyes that told me exactly where her mind was at, and she shook her head. “Why you so damn sexy?” she asked, like it was really a question she needed answered.
My shirt was still open, tattoos on full display, and I dipped my head a lil’ closer, my voice low and calm. “I been this way my whole life baby, so I don’t know how to answer that,” I said.
Her hands moved over my chest, her lips trailin’ down slow enough to make me bite my bottom lip, and my grip tightened at her waist as I watched her, her eyes locked on mine, both of us already past talkin’.
She leaned in more, her tongue flickin’ across the top of my chest tattoo before she kissed lower, her mouth findin’ my nipple.
She licked it slow at first, then sucked it just enough to make me moan.
I felt that jolt shoot straight to my dick.
“Damn, baby,” I muttered, my voice rough as her mouth wrapped around me again. She knew exactly what she was doin’. She switched to my other nipple, kissin’ across my chest, and I let her, watchin’ the way she touched me like she was claimin’ her husband back.
Her palms slid down my stomach, her nails draggin’ through the hair on my lower abdomen, and I felt my body heat up fast. She looked up at me while she licked across my chest one more time, her eyes heavy and bold like she wanted to see what she could get out of me.
She had that lil’ smirk on too, the one she only used when she wanted to dominate me just a lil’, and it worked.
My shoulders relaxed and my jaw clenched ‘cause she was doin’ the most and I liked every second of it.
She kissed up the center of my chest, her lips soft and warm, and I swear she slowed down on purpose, knowin’ it would make me lose patience. She rubbed the flat of her tongue against my skin and bit me, then whispered some shit I felt more than I heard.
“You know what I want.”
I stared down at her, my breath pushin’ out hard. She kept her mouth on me while her hands slid higher again, tracin’ my pecs like she was admirin’ me in the sun. Her touch was soft but it was firm too, and that combination always had me weak.
She looked up at me then, her breath uneven, her eyes half-lidded, and I asked her what I already knew the answer to. “You want some dick, baby?”
Her voice came out soft and honest.
“Yes.”
That was all I needed to hear.
I put the blunt out, scooped her up, and carried her toward the room with that familiar confidence she loved and hated at the same time. I leaned down and whispered against her ear. “I’m ‘bout to get in that pussy good.”
The whole room looked like temptation itself.
The lights was hittin’ the curtains just right, the ocean air slidin’ smooth through the balcony doors, and my wife was on all fours in the middle of the bed with her wrists tied up like a present I couldn’t wait to unwrap.
Her chocolate skin was oiled down, glimmerin’ hard as hell under the lights, every curve of her body shinin’.
Her ass was sittin’ up pretty and glossy just how I told her to get ready for me.
Her hair was in a bun now, a few pieces fallin loose around her face, and that only made her look even more dangerous.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t run, couldn’t do shit but hold that position, her legs spread just enough for me to see everything I wanted.
She was already shakin’ before I even laid a hand on her, breathin’ fast and her body tremblin’ like she knew what was ‘bout to happen.
She looked like the exact kind of problem I came to Port of Cartier to handle.
I had the black diamond-studded mask on my face, the same one that always had her breathin’ all over the place.
I stood behind her, just watchin’, and takin’ her in like I was studyin’ black art.
Her back was arched perfect, her wrists pulled tight, and her body tensed up like she was fightin’ between fear and want.
Her breath came out short and shaky, and I could hear the tremble in every exhale.
“Relax, mommy,” I told her, my voice calm and deep. I gripped her hips with both hands and pulled her back slow until she was pressed up against the lower part of my abdomen. “Let me have you, baby.”
She whimpered, a soft sound that only came out when she was gone off me.
Her whole body trembled. I leaned forward, kissin’ the back of her shoulder, lettin’ my lips drag across her skin, and she shivered hard.
Tears was already fallin’ down her cheeks, not from pain but from how much she was feelin’.
She tried to bury her face in the pillow, but I ain’t let her.
I wanted to see her. I wanted her to feel seen while I took her apart.
“Look at you,” I whispered, leanin’ over her, my breath touchin’ her ear. “You been mad at me for weeks, actin’ like you don’t miss me, but now you out here cryin’ for me.”
She tried to shake her head but all that came out was a scream when I pushed my dick in her.
She moaned, her voice scratchin’ up from her chest, her fingers twitchin’ even though the ropes kept her locked down.
I held her still, my hands firm on her waist, controllin’ every stroke.
She kept tryna push back against me, meetin’ me halfway with this wild hunger like she ain’t know if she wanted to run or give in.
Her body told the truth every time she moved, and every time I hit that pussy deeper, she let out that same soft sound that had me losin’ focus.
“Say my name,” I told her, my hand slidin’ up her back until my palm was on the back of her neck. “Let me hear you, baby.”
“Kay’Lo,” she moaned out, slappin’ her ass loud against my stomach, her voice rough and broken.
When I eased my thumb inside her bootyhole, I felt her body tighten.
“Baby, oh my God,” she cried.
I felt her shake, every inch of her body vibratin’ from what I was doin’ to her. While I slow stroked her. I massaged her bootyhole real slow and gently until her body fully relaxed.
“Don’t be scared baby. Daddy got you. Give me all of you.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she moaned.
I kept my grip tight, holdin’ her still, and keepin’ her right where I wanted her while I put this dick on her.
The ropes creaked, the bed shifted, and the sound of her breath filled the whole room.
Sweat was rollin’ down both our bodies, my mask damp against my face, and I could taste the salt of her tears when I kissed her cheek.
“That’s it,” I said low, my voice right against her ear. “Let it out. All this right here belong to me.”
Her scream hit a pitch that made my chest tighten. Her whole body locked up, shakin like she couldn’t take no more, and I could feel her release all over my dick. She ain’t even have to tell me she came ‘cause I felt it in how wetter she got.
“That’s my good girl. That’s how you ride it out for me, baby.”
I slowed down, lettin’ her ride it out while I held her there, her body twitchin under my hands. When she finally went limp, I untied her wrists slow, kissin’ the marks on them, and rubbin’ her skin until she started breathin steady again.
“Come here,” I said, pullin’ her closer.
I laid her on her back and lifted her legs up, foldin’ her easy beneath me.
The ropes slid off to the side, forgotten, and all that was left was her body shinnin’ under that warm light.
Her eyes was hazy, half open and her lips tremblin’.
She looked at me like I was the only nigga left in her world.
I got on top of her, my hands on both sides of her face, and pressed her legs higher. The mask stayed on, but her eyes still found mine. She always saw through it. She always saw straight through me no matter how much I tried to hide behind the tough shit.
“You feel me?” I asked, my forehead restin’ on hers. “You know I love you, right?”
She nodded, tears rollin’ down her cheeks again, her breath soft and uneven. Her hands slid up my arms, grabbin’ me tight, and pullin’ me closer. Her lips brushed my neck, her chest pressed into mine, and for a second, I forgot everything but her.
I started movin’ slow, my body grindin’ into hers, my dick buried deep. Every breath she took synced with mine, and the sound of our bodies hittin’ filled the room like a rhythm we both knew by heart. She moaned my name again, softer this time, and I kissed her.
Her hands slid to my face, and her thumb brushed the edge of my mask. She pushed it up just enough to see my mouth, and when she kissed me, I swear it felt like the first time. All that anger, all that distance… it all burned away.
We stayed like that, movin’ slow. Every second stretched out like time ain’t even exist. The air was hot, the sheets tangled under us, and her moans kept spillin’ out between our kisses. Her nails dug into my arms, and every time I went deeper, she gasped my name.
When I finally came, I held her tight, my chest heavy against hers, both of us shakin’ from everything we just poured into each other. I buried my face in her neck, breathin’ her in, and kissin’ her skin slow until her body stopped tremblin’.
The room was quiet again, the ocean still whisperin’ through the open doors. I looked down at her, her hair wild, her skin glowin’ in the light and her lips slightly parted.
“You good, baby?” I asked low, my dick still throbbin’ inside her and my hand runnin’ over her thigh.
She nodded, her eyes half closed and her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m good now.”
I kissed her one more time, slid out of her, and pulled her close against me. She rested her head on my chest, her body still warm, still shiverin’ a lil’. My fingers traced the back of her neck while I watched the waves outside.
Our first night in Port of Cartier…
We broke that shit in right.