14. Clover
14
Clover
S troking DaVinci’s length with my hand, I seductively stared into his eyes. His quiet groans and heavy breathing told me that he was near an orgasm.
“Mm,” I stopped caressing his perfect penis. “This is a lot more fun that I thought it’d be. It’s really turning me on, too,” I winked.
Thanks to DaVinci’s lil’ stunt that he pulled the other day, I had been giving him the coldest shoulder. Shocked was an understatement of how I felt when the DJ announced that my husband that I had left at home was in the same building that I was. Seeing him and Lake there with the baby was completely mind-blowing and pissed me off like no other. I’m damn near seven months pregnant, so I don’t know what the nigga thought I was gonna be doing.
Showing my ass certainly wasn’t on my list of things to do. River’s words had stuck with me; I was a representation of DaVinci in public. From that point on, I had always kept it cute and classy. A nigga couldn’t even get next to me, and I don’t think that they would try. Everyone knew how much DaVinci was off of his rocker, so trying his wife wasn’t something any man wanted to do. It felt like he didn’t trust me though, and that wasn’t a good feeling to have.
He swore up and down that he was just making sure I was good, but that felt like bullshit to me. River might’ve been a little mentally down, but her trigger finger still worked. I was in safe and great company. I knew the only reason the nigga came was to see if there were other niggas in my face. He wasn’t slick. Last night was the first time we had spoken in four days. Not for lack of trying on his part, but I wanted him to feel every bit of my anger in the deepest parts of his heart.
This morning, I woke up with a plan to get some dick and to get him to agree to my plan of starting a business. I wanted to reverse the roles in the playroom. Though I had never dabbled in the world of a dominatrix, I was ready to try it with my husband. He liked being in control sexually, and so did I. That was the very reason he was strapped to a chair with a gag in his mouth.
“I’m sorry, are you trying to say something?” I tilted my head slightly while licking my lips.
He blinked twice so I removed the gag ball from his mouth.
“When you untie me, I’m on yo ass, Clo Baby,” he heavily panted, glaring at me as I took his balls in my mouth and slowly jacked his dick once more. “Shitt,” he hissed, releasing a deep breath.
“What do you have planned for me?” I inquired after sliding my mouth off his sperm sacks.
“Torture.”
That one word shouldn’t have made my pussy get even wetter like that. Torture? I can’t say that I’ve ever experienced that, but I definitely would like to. Especially with my fine ass husband. The best part about Vinny being so sexually free was that we could try things without any judgment.
“You don’t say,” I responded in an amused tone before taking him down my throat, being sure to hum and gag to send those vibrations throughout his dick.
“Cloooo,” he lowly moaned out my name.
There was something so sexy about the way he called my name. His voice was filled with a deep yearning for me to help him with his release. Almost like he was begging, and that was a major turn on all by itself. I was done teasing him, so I alternated between sucking on the tip and deep throating until his cum was coating the back of my throat.
“I love yo lil’ special ed ass,” I kissed him after I swallowed.
A smirk spread on his lips. “You forgive me?”
“That depends,” swinging my leg over his, I took his dick in my hand and eased myself onto his thickness. “Fuck.”
“Depends on what, my baby?” He leaned forward and pecked my lips repeatedly.
Resting my head on his shoulder, I gently rocked back and forth. “I want to open my own business,” I licked his neck, knowing it was his spot. “Six months after I give birth to Lucky.”
When he didn’t respond, I started bouncing on his dick. Squeezing my walls every time I came up, I knew I was gon’ be draining him again in no time.
“Babyyy,” I whined, placing both hands on his shoulders and staring into his eyes. “Please?”
“Why six months?”
“Because that’s what I want,” I bounced on the tip, gripping as tight as I could.
“Fuck, yeah, okay. Whatever you want, mama. I got a million to invest.”
A wide grin spread across my face as I kissed and sucked on his neck while riding him into another orgasm. I had officially made up with my man and got him to put a mill up for my business. A win’s a win.
Unstrapping him from the chair and removing the gag ball from around his neck, I grabbed his hand and led him back into our bedroom. Going into the bathroom, I turned the shower water on and then he pulled me into his body, resting his hands on my belly.
“I love you so much, Clo Baby, and I will never spy on you again,” he promised, leaning his head down.
Reaching up, I met him halfway and gave him an Eskimo kiss. “I love you, too, and you better not, Vin Vin. I mean it. You know I would never do anything to disrespect you or our marriage, bae.”
“I know you wouldn’t, but it’s these niggas I don’t trust,” he softly kissed my nose before pulling his head back and looking deeply into my eyes.
“And most of these niggas know better than to come at me on that level on the strength of you.”
He nodded after a brief moment of silence. “You’re right. It was hell not talking to you. I already can’t talk to River.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, daddy,” I pouted, kissing his bottom lip. “I didn’t even think about that.”
“It’s all good. That’s not your fault. That’s my fuck up to wear.”
“She’ll come around. Speaking of, I’m glad you and Lake made up,” I smiled, lightly running my fingers up and down the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I am, too. I have a plan to get me and River back on the same page.”
“What is that?”
“We’re all going to take a family trip to Seychelles,” he nonchalantly stated.
I raised an eyebrow. “Sey what? ”
“It’s an island in Africa,” he laughed.
“Africa?!” My eyes swelled with joy and excitement. “Daddy, we’re going to Africa ?!”
He nodded, kissing my forehead and then my lips. “Mmhmm.”
“Oh my God!” I shrieked with so much happiness. “When?!”
“Next Friday. For a week. Baby, see why not having a job is such a good thing? I can whisk you away for family vacations and you don’t have to worry about taking time off or a fuck ass boss telling you that you can’t,” he dipped his head down, gently sucking on each of my nipples.
A soft moan escaped my mouth, and my eyes shut. The feeling of his pillow soft tongue gliding across my nipples had my center leaking all over again.
“Baby, I’m serious about starting my own business,” I hurried to tell him as he lifted me and placed me on the counter like I weighed nothing.
I wanted to have the conversation before our sexual hormones started raging again. It was easy for him to agree to my plan when I was riding him into orgasm heaven.
His massive hand slid between us and his knee parted my legs enough to give him space to access my clit. “I heard you the first time, Clo Baby.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“Do you need me to invest 1.5 instead?” His lustful eyes penetrated the deepest parts of my soul while the pad of his index finger lightly flicked over my swollen bud. “I said whatever you want,” his voice was strong and confident and spiking my arousal even more. “You wanna be a boss, baby? You got that,” he kissed me gently. “Whatever you want. Whatever you need. I got you.”
The certainty in his tone was soothing and eased all my fears and worries. I knew he wasn’t only referencing my business but our life together in general when he said he had me. I married the right man. As crazy as he was, he was just the right kind of crazy for me.