Chapter 14 #2
“Oooouuu, somebody in trouble fo’ rinsin’ off my wrist,” he groaned in my ear. “Continue lookin’ ‘round this room. I need to add mo’ shit on yo’ list to be punished fo’.”
Rose petals decorated the king-sized bed. Bed restraints were secured like shoelaces in worn-out kicks. A fitted sheet was in the center of the bed. There was no doubt that many great happenings would come from what he covered.
I nibbled on my bottom lip dangerously while eyeing the fitted sheet. The last time a crumpled sheet was on a bed, I was a soaked-out, weary mess. I failed horribly at attending to our daughter. She did whatever she wanted because her father and brother had a dad-son day.
Scanning my eyes to the balcony, something was out of place.
There was too much space. Then, I saw it.
The queening chair. My queening chair. My knees buckled as images of August holding me hostage on that chair and eating me until I passed out from exhaustion.
We had a long day with our family, and to add to his sexual skills was enough for my body to shut down for a bit.
Tonight, will be no different. We had a ball today, I thought as my stomach sank chronically, eyelids flapped, and my throat burned to throw up his name.
August chuckled evilly while sliding his wet finger from my clenching pussy.
“You saw our room. Now, face me,” he ordered smoothly, dragging his wet finger across my thigh.
Tipping my head to the right and keeping my eyes low, I rose on my right toes. As if I were learning to walk again, I took my time turning around.
“Shit, Kingsley been doing the damn thang. I gotta toss her a few dollahs,” August groaned as I faced him.
“Study me. All of me. You won’t see my face ‘til the sunrise,” he confessed, taking two steps backward.
Sluggishly gliding his tongue across his lips as if homemade chocolate icing was on it, August pulled down his silk pajama pants. Not too fast, slow enough to make me clench my thighs. The beautiful monster that was cloaked when he wasn’t aroused was a delight to see.
Like a hydraulic pump pushing up a tricked-out car at the owner’s request, August’s dick flopped out.
A soft whimper slid out of my mouth as my toes curled and fingers spread.
Nasty thoughts after nasty thoughts consumed me as I glided my eyes from the base.
The thickest vein called to me, begging to have my tongue pancake it slowly.
The shaft wasn’t at its fullest girth. Still, it was chunky.
“Five,” August counted, grabbing the waistline of his pants. I rushed to plant my eyes on the mushroom-shaped head that punched my G-spot until it spilled my sweetness and caused me to throw up all my thoughts, feelings, and wishes.
“Fo’,” he said, rolling his hips and leaning to the right. My eyes rushed to his smooth, ripped torso. As if I hadn’t seen him a thousand times without a shirt, I etched in every tattoo and scar.
“Three.” He breathed sensually, standing upright. My eyes were on his tattooed neck, which I’d put many hickeys on, but no one could tell.
“Two,” he announced, stepping closer to me.
It was time to analyze the eyes that would always be on me.
I loved staring into his mocha-hued eyes, framed by long eyelashes.
His peepers were inviting but dangerous, and I loved being invited into danger.
It was my weakness. I disliked anyone thinking I was a pussy because danger was ahead.
“One,” August spoke above a whisper before grinning wickedly.
That was my cue to face forward, the opposite way of how I faced him. Dropping my head to the left with eyes lowered to the ground, I rose on my left toes, put an arch in my back, and turned to the right.
“You got this bitch ‘bout to bust out these silk pajama bottoms,” he declared as I stood upright, shoulders squared, and chin away from my chest.
“Down,” he commanded, raking his nails across my back.
Like the pretty, polished, obedient woman I was for him, I slowly blinked and descended. Once I was on the front of my legs with my ass on the backs of my legs, I rested my hands in the center of my thighs.
“You never skip a beat, my jackguh. I love that,” he praised, unclasping my bra. “You won’t need this. If you can’t find this bitch innamornin’, like the others, you gon’ walk outta here wit’ titties hangin’ an’ swangin’.”
Jesus, August, I thought, biting my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“Arms up,” he ordered, sliding my bra from around his heavy fun bags.
Once my bra was off me, August flung it across the room, hitting the balcony sliding door. In seconds, the blindfold covered my eyes.
My eyelashes are going to look ugly as hell in the morning. Shit, some might be missing, I thought as August’s southern drawl crept around me, holding me hostage.
“Woozy as fuck. Coastin’ in the cummin’ pussy,” he ordered from my left.
Excitement flooded me as I leaned forward, sliding my arms before me.
While sliding the top of my feet together, so I could easily be in our comfortable pregnancy submissive stance, August praised, “Gotdamn, I wanna rush this shit. Yo’ pussy an’ my dick got an overdue meetin’.
Fuck I hate I told you I was in this shit.
I’on know how to separate you as my sub from my wife.
How I supposed to do that? How you let me command you, an’ you an alpha guh? Answer.”
With my forehead resting on my right wrist, I said, “I let you command me because I need to be put in my place sometimes. I let you command me because you are the only one who makes me feel safe. I let you command me because you’ve earned it.
I know with you … I don’t have to be an alpha all the time.
I have a man … husband to take that weight off me.
When I’m brought to you, I don’t see myself as your wife.
I see myself as your girlfriend, dying for you to ask me to become your wife.
Maybe you should try it my way. Don’t see me as the love of your life, but someone you need to become the love of her life …
a woman who loves spicy sex from a gutta, fine as fuck, pistol toting, gold mouth, hood bandit with a dick that could bust my guts if he fucks me too hard for too long.
Reflect on the time when you introduced me to our freak’em room. ”
“A’ight,” he voiced.
“Remember how tender but sort of stern, like in a dominant way, you were?” I questioned, hoping I was helping him settle into the man he wanted to be for the night until early morning.
“Yes,” he answered as if he was nodding.
“Do you remember what you needed me to do for you?”
“I do.”
“Reflect on how you felt and why you needed me to do that for you. That should even you out. If it doesn’t, we may have to discuss your inability to do something that was once possible.
That may be your issue, too. The others received your dominance out of ‘fuck it, I ain’t got shit else to do’.
It’s okay if you never want to do this again.
I enjoy it because I’m with you. I don’t have to have it.
You bless me every time I open my legs for you.
You talk the same. The only difference between our bedroom and freak’em room is the toys and sex furniture.
August, if you aren’t feeling this … I feel it’s because you didn’t want this for our wedding night.
Baby, how did you envision our wedding night?
” I asked softly, wishing I could look at him.
Exhaling sharply, he said, “Not like this. I ain’t want to factor in the dominance at all.
I wanted it at a slower pace but mo’ passion.
Eye stares while our tongues fight. I need to toss my dick in you slowly, so that bitin’ ass pussy can catch an’ gobble it befo’ I snatch my shit back.
I need us to be even mo’ stupid fo’ the other.
I need that nerve-wreckin’, spine-tinglin’ lovemakin’.
I need us to dance here an’ there while I give you dick, an’ you bat his ass down.
I need yo’ arms wrapped ‘round my neck an’ waist befo’ they dangle from my shoulders.
I don’t want you to submit to me. I need you to match me. Give me you wit’ yo’ eyes on me.”
“So, why didn’t you set things up as you wanted them?” I asked, still not moving from my submissive stance. I was very obedient when it came to him.
“Because I needed you to enjoy our weddin’ night the way you love to be. Bound. Breathless. Quiet. Intrigued. Extremely beautiful wit’ a body needin’ to explode.” He exhaled, stepping closer to me.
As he untied the blindfold, I said, “August, you have been treating our wedding day and night as if it’s all about me.
It’s not. The word ‘our’ tells you it’s yours and mine.
It seems you are in limbo about who should be catered to the most. Seeing you aren’t fully into dominating me tonight, I’m fine with that. So, how about this….”
With his bare, beautiful feet in my mouth’s reach, I crawled to his feet, gazing up at him. The smile on his face was the most captivating image I’d seen all day. He was delighted and thankful, nodding slowly.
He doesn’t want to lead, I thought, accepting the course of tonight until the early morning relied on me. I was fine with that because my man had been leading long enough with zero breaks. It was my turn to let him have his beard relaxed and wavering.
Extending my tongue, I looked at his toes. Putting an arch in my back, I snapped my fingers three times. His left foot was elevated just enough for my mouth to taste his toes. Twirling my tongue around his big toe, I spread my legs wider.
“Damn,” he groaned, flicking a lighter. “I won’t smoke this blunt too long. Two hits an’ I’mma put it out.”
Skating my tongue to his second toe, I nodded and clapped my ass.
“Shitttt. I love when you make that motherfucka do clapalations,” he voiced lowly, rocking his head to a gothic erotic song.