Chapter Sixty-Five
Gigi
“ I don’t want a white dress.”
Melonie, Audrey, and I are flipping through racks of dresses, trying to find something that catches my eye.
“I’m going to get someone to help us.” Melonie huffs and walks away to find an employee.
Audrey and I give up and sit on a couch in the middle of the boutique.
“How has Marcus been, after what went down last weekend?”
“He was upset with himself with what happened. I tried to tell him we all wanted to beat the shit out of Lewis. I think he knew that, but he was still upset with himself. He said he’s going to see a therapist.”
“That’s a healthy response to how he’s feeling, though. And he spoke about it with you, that’s good.”
“Audrey?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m rethinking our situation.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know that I want it to be fake anymore.”
“I know.”
Melonie approaches with an attendant to help. I tell her I don’t want simple white. Something with a full gown and off the shoulder. She nods with excitement and scurries away to grab a few things.
“What did I miss?” Melonie asks once it’s just us.
“She finally admitted it.” Audrey smiles at her.
“Oh, Gigi. I love this for you.” Melonie hugs me.
“Why are you two so blasé about this?”
“You’ve been chipping away at Marcus’ grumpy exterior for years now, and he’s let you in. You two complement each other. I just wish you would have seen him for the amazing man he is sooner. You wasted so much time with Lewis.” Melonie never sugarcoats anything.
“I know I did.”
“So, when are you going to tell him?” Melonie continues.
I sink into the couch. “I’m not.”
“Why?” Audrey looks confused.
“My whole life, I’ve chased the affection of men. After the breakup with Lewis, I promised myself that, when it’s right, my partner will chase me, will pursue me. Really fight for me, ya know? I know this thing with Marcus is a little different, but I need to know he really wants me, that he’s not just going along with my wants. I need to do this for myself.”
“I get it.” Melonie smiles.
“I have faith that Marcus can do that. I’m proud of you, Gigi.”
I nod, and the attendant returns, taking me to a dressing room. As I walk inside, I see a few dresses waiting for me and immediately, one stands out. I grab it, and she helps me put it on. I look in the mirror—it’s white, but has black satin appliques swirling down the full skirt and a bodice that lifts the girls.
“It’s perfect.”
“Would you like to show your friends?”
“Yes, please.”
We walk to the seating area, and I step into the girls’ view. Audrey brings her hand to her mouth, and Melonie looks like she could cry.
“Did you really find your dress on the first try?” Audrey wipes underneath her eye.
“I think I did.”
“Gigi, it’s just perfect.” Melonie hands Audrey a tissue.
I look at the employee. “I’ll take it.”
I wake up Sunday morning to the sound of Marcus taking a shower. I roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom door. We haven’t had sex since we came back from Orlando, and I feel like I’m going mad. I knock on the door.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
I walk in and see his silhouette through the foggy glass of the shower, and I want to open the glass door and climb him like a spider monkey. I take my pajamas off, throw them in the hamper, then walk to the shower, open the door, step in, and face him.
I reach out, sliding my fingers down his pecs. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, princess.” He smiles, kissing my cheek. I glide my hand down his abs to his cock and begin stroking him, feeling him harden under my touch. His hips move with my hand, his body so receptive to my touch.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He leans down, kissing my neck, placing a hand on my breast, kneading the flesh.
“I want you, Marcus. You teased me with all the sex in Florida.”
“I’m sorry I haven’t been very attentive lately. I had to work through the shit in my brain.”
“I know. I’m trying to give you the space to do that. But just know, you can always open up to me, too.”
He nods, my hand still moving along his length. His hands cup my cheeks, His forehead to mine. “I just want to be better for you, G.”
“Don’t you realize you’re already enough? I don’t need you to be better. I just need you to open up a bit.”
“I’m working on it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now fuck me before I throw a fit.”
He laughs, bringing his lips to my ear. “Turn around, hands on the tile.”
I turn from him, my hands on the cold porcelain in front of me. Marcus adjusts the showerhead to spray over us, then places his hand on my pussy, fingers circling my clit.
“Marcus, give me your cock, please.”
“This wet little cunt is impatient this morning.” His movements stay steady.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
“Have you missed my cock? God knows I’ve missed this pussy.” His fingers press into my clit harder, and I push back into his hand. “One weekend inside of you and now it’s all I think about.”
He turns off the shower and picks me up, holding my ass firmly with his hands. “I want you in my bed.”
He lays me down on the duvet. “We’re getting the bed all wet.”
“It’s Sunday. We have to change the sheets, anyway.” He climbs on top of me, placing kisses along my neck, down to my breasts, licking up the water droplets along the way, while sliding two fingers inside me. My hips rock against his hand. He angles his fingers, and they brush against my g-spot. My back arches, and I feel like I don’t fit in my skin. Fuck, how does he find it every time?
I close my eyes. “Let me come on your cock, please.”
“Love it when you use your manners.” He grabs his dick, running it over my clit, then guides himself inside me.
“Fuck, Marcus, you feel so good.” He uses slow, shallow movements at first, then starts thrusting deep and hard.
He raises up, looking down at me. He steadies on one hand as he pushes two fingers into my mouth. I suck and his eyes stay focused on my lips. I reach down and move my fingers against my clit. The need to come is too much right now.
Marcus removes his fingers from my mouth to slap my hand away. “Always so impatient. We need to break you of that.” He slides out of me, sitting back on his heels. My eyes open wide at the loss of the fullness. He fists his dick, his hand slowly stroking his length. “Do you think you’d be alright with being restrained?”
My mind screams ‘fuck yes I am’, but quietly, I tell him, “I’m okay with that.”
“And what do yellow and red mean?” His eyes are shining, a grin forming on his lips.
I attempt to calm my pulse before answering. “Yellow means pause and red means stop.”
“My perfect princess.” His grin grows as he leaves the mattress, moving around the bed with calm purpose, leaning down at each corner to pull up the beloved straps that I’ve thought of more than I like to admit in the past few weeks.
He stands by my right foot, strap in hand. “Flat on your back, arms and legs out.”
I follow his directions and he begins to place the cuff around my ankle, securing it. His eyes find mine. “Is that comfortable?”
Silently, I give a nod. My approval prompts him to continue to the other corners, securing the cuffs around my other ankle and my wrists. The silence in the room while he confidently works is like a blanket of anticipation broken only by the sound of the nylon cuffs fastening. My body becomes a mess of nerves and arousal that is hard to control.
When he’s done, he steps back, standing at the foot of the bed. His gaze rakes over me, lingering at every curve, every vulnerable angle. “How do you feel?” he asks, his voice softer now.
“Like a sex goddess,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks.
“Perfect.” His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he climbs onto the mattress, settling between my spread legs. His hands, rough and warm, rest on my thighs, sliding up and down with a maddening slowness. “You look incredible like this, G. Open, exposed, entirely mine. It’s like your body is a playground built just for me.”
His hands explore me with unrelenting care, mapping every inch of skin. My breaths quicken, my body alive. Every nerve hums, every inch of me begging for more. “Prince…” I manage, my voice a shaky plea.
His eyes don’t leave my body as his hand hovers just above where I need him most. “Yes, princess?”
“I want to come.”
A small chuckle leaves his lips. “I know you do,” he replies, his fingers ghosting over my skin, igniting a fire just out of reach. “But this is about patience.” He leans in, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
His mouth begins a torturous descent, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, over my breasts, and along my stomach. My body arches, seeking more. My hands itch to tangle in his hair, but the restraints hold firm. He moves lower, his breath fanning over my inner thighs as he positions himself between my legs.
He looks up. “Tell me what you want, G.”
I swallow, my mouth dry. “I want your mouth on me.”
He brings a hand to the skin above my center, pulling up, exposing my clit. He flattens his tongue and runs it from my opening to my clit. The contact sends a gasp from my lips.
“You know I’ll give you anything you want, right?” His eyes are sincere, yet playful. “Anything you want, G.”
“Will you?”
His tongue slides over me again, my hips buck at the increase in pressure. I look down at him, our gazes locked. “For some reason, I can’t say no to you Gigi.” Lick. “I live for your smiles.” Lick. “It’s like I’m a servant to your happiness.”
He places light kisses around my clit as his words echo in my brain. Is he saying this simply because he’s in the moment or is this how he really feels? My thoughts are broken by his mouth finally covering me, his tongue finally moving at a fast pace. My arms and legs pull at the straps.
“Fuck yes, prince.” My back arches, my body using any outlet for movement. My chest heaves as he continues, the sounds coming from my mouth becoming louder. I feel my body tense as I focus on the feeling of his mouth and tongue, striving to get over the precipice.
Just then his mouth leaves me. My eyes shoot open to see a sly grin on his face. As if he can read my thoughts he says, “Not yet, princess.”
My head hits the mattress. “Fuck, that’s cruel.”
“It will be worth it.” He stays between my thighs, my skin hungry for his touch. After my body relaxes, his mouth is back on me. I hear his arm move against the sheets and he slips a finger inside me, slowly moving in and out of me as his tongue works against my clit.
“Fuck, yes. Thank you.”
A low vibration leaves his throat and hits my clit. I struggle to move my body, wanting to press down on his hand, against his tongue. As the intensity builds, he adds a second digit, the fullness a welcomed relief. Finally, fucking finally, his fingers hit that place inside.
“Keep going, please!” The restraints are my enemy right now. I want to feel his hair, I want to wrap my legs around his body.
Then his mouth and fingers abruptly leave me again.
“Goddamn it.” I call out as my lungs burn for air, my voice filled with a fraction of the frustration that my body feels.
He comes to his knees, shifting up the bed so he’s by my head. I look up at him, his eyes dark, his cock red and angry in his fist. “Open your mouth.”
I turn my head toward his body and open for him. He slides his cock between my lips, his eyes squeezing shut as I suction around him.
“Fuck yes.” He steadies himself with a hand on the headboard. “Just like that.” His hips start moving with my motions. “Suck my cock like the good little princess I know you can be.”
My neck strains as I move up and down his length. It’s as if the energy coursing through my veins searching for my own release transformed to the need to make him feel pleasure. I could come untouched right now, just by the sounds coming from him.
Just when I feel him grow even harder, bigger in my mouth, he slides out.
“Fuck these straps, I need to make you come.”
He moves quickly, releasing me. My hands search for his skin upon their release.
“I need to touch you, Marcus. Please let me feel you.”
His body covers mine and I grab his arms. His strong arms. The muscles tense under my touch.
“I love your hands on me, G. Drives me crazy when you touch me.”
He reaches down between our bodies and I feel him enter me. God, his dick is perfect. The stretch I feel when he enters me is like nothing I’ve felt before. The fullness feels like he fills a space inside me that I didn’t realize was empty. His thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming into me.
“Your tight little cunt was made for me, do you know that G?”
I nod, watching the expression of his face change. He bends his arm to lean down and presses his lips to mine. He slows his hips to a deliciously slow rhythm and it’s like all time stops. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, gentle, filled with a different energy. I bring my hands to his jaw, tilting my head, taking every breath he’ll give me. Our lips still connected, he returns to his feverish pace, the sound of our skin meeting filling the room. It’s like the entire world has come to a halt, like the Goddess herself is rejoicing as I feel the energy building in my core.
“Can you come with me?”
“Yes, fuck, princess.”
“Make me yours, Marcus, please.”
“You’re already mine, Gigi. Let go, come for me.”
The feeling consumes my body, and my mouth opens as our eyes meet. He grips my breast while he roars above me, and I feel him pulsing inside me. I grab his hips, pulling him deeper inside me, watching every change in his face.
He rolls us so he’s on his back, my body on his. My head rests on his chest, his hand on the back of my neck, fingers rubbing small circles as we both come down. I love this part, how he cares for me afterward. In the moment, when he takes control, my mind goes quiet and my senses come alive, and the orgasms are beyond anything I’ve known. But after, there’s a feeling in me I can’t really describe with one word. It’s comfort, it’s safety, it’s honesty, it’s a euphoric wave of connection. And I want more of it.
I raise up to look at him, his eyes scanning my features, his hands pulling my hair back from my face. I feel the now familiar confusion between my mind and my heart rise up again. I feel the tightness in my chest that has plagued me for weeks now. I look into his eyes, hoping to find an answer in them to let me know it’s okay to let my heart dive head first into his. That signal to let myself completely fall. Oblivious to the turmoil in my head, he gives me a soft smile and his eyes are hazy. I force a genuine smile and he closes his eyes. He’s so beautiful I could cry.