Chapter 62 – thiago
Sixty-Two
thiago
The sight of her on her knees nearly destroys whatever restraint I have left.
“You’re fucking trouble.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m not.”
She looks up at me as she wraps her hand around my dick and drags her tongue slowly over the tip.
“You like me down here, Braga?”
“You have no fucking idea.”
“I think I do.” She gives me another slow lick, her hand moving along my shaft. “You know,” she says, brushing her thumb carefully over my piercing, “the first time I saw this thing, I’ll admit, I was a little intimidated. Impressed, but scared shitless.”
I laugh, though the sound comes out rough. “Scared?”
“Yeah, don’t get a big head or anything. But you’re a big boy, and I wasn’t sure where you were trying to put this thing.”
“Didn’t stop you.”
“No, it sure didn’t.” She toys with the piercing, and my stomach draws tight. “Turns out, I had nothing to worry about.”
I slide my hand into her wet hair, gathering it gently at the back of her head while my other hand cups her cheek.
“Maybe you were made for me,” she murmurs, leaning into my touch. “And I was made for you.”
“I believe that, chama.”
“You do?”
The softness in her blue eyes makes the question feel almost fragile.
“More every damn day.”
I hear how much I just admitted, but I don’t take it back. Remi kisses the center of my palm before looking up at me again.
“Good.”
“That all you’ve got to say?”
“No.” Her grin returns. “But I think I can make my point better without talking.”
She takes me into her mouth, inch by inch, her hand working what she can’t take. My head tips back against the tile as I fight the urge to move with her.
“Remi…”
Her hand moves to my hip while she takes her time. When I glance down, one eyebrow lifts, and I can practically hear the comment she’d make if her mouth weren’t busy.
“You like knowing you can do this to me?”
Looking so goddamn beautiful, she nods around a mouthful of my cock.
“This is you, Remi,” I manage, my voice rough. “Nobody else has ever had me like this.”
The teasing disappears from her face, and I know she hears everything I’m not saying. As incredible as her mouth feels, I suddenly need more than this.
Cradling the back of her head, I guide her away. She tips her face up to mine, lips swollen and breathing uneven.
“Come here.”
The words come out rough and needy, and Remi doesn’t tease me or make me ask twice. She rises, and as soon as she’s within reach, I wrap an arm around her waist and kiss her.
I need all of her close, her arms around me, her body pressed to mine until there’s no room left for anything I’m still hiding.
She holds me just as tightly, as if she feels the same desperation I do. “What is it?” she murmurs.
“Nothing.”
Her fingers slide to the back of my neck. “Liar.”
I brush my mouth over hers. “I just need you closer.”
“You need to fuck me?”
“No.”
What I need is to love her.
The realization comes so easily. “I just need you, chama.”
“You have me.”
I close my eyes and rest my forehead against hers because she has no idea how completely true that is. All of me belongs to her now, even the parts she doesn’t know about yet.
We stumble out of the shower still kissing, leaving wet footprints across the bathroom floor as we peel off the rest of our soaked clothes. Once she’s completely bare, I’m so distracted by her that it takes me a beat to notice she’s staring past me.
“Thiago, did you bring…”
She pauses. But Remi doesn’t hesitate, and that alone puts me on alert.
“Bring what?”
She exhales slowly. “Your cuffs. Did you bring them?”
“Why would you ask me that?”
I know the answer almost as soon as I say it. My duffel sits half-open on the floor by the vanity, cuffs inside.
“No.” I shake my head. “Whatever you’re thinking, absolutely not.”
A crease forms between her eyebrows. “You don’t even know what I’m thinking.”
“Yes, I do. And the answer is no.”
Crossing the room, I grab the cuffs from the side of my bag and shove them deeper inside.
“Thiago.”
“No, Remi.”
She steps toward me. “I need you to listen to me. I want you to cuff me.”
My thoughts immediately race through every reason she could be asking for this, and none of them make me feel any better.
“No. That isn’t changing.”
Her eyebrows rise. “I need you to hear me out.”
“No, I’m won’t. Because you told me cops put you in handcuffs while pointing guns at you.” I take one of her wrists carefully and turn it over, her skin still red where the cuffs had been.. “Your wrists are still fucking bruised.”
“I know. But remember when you said there wasn’t anything I could ask that you wouldn’t do?”
Meeting her eyes, I shake my head. “Don’t use that against me. I’m not putting you through this, not when it just happened.”
Her attention falls to my hand around her wrist, and her fingers close gently over mine.
“That’s why I want you to.”
I go still, her answer surprising me. Remi takes my hand.
“They took the choice away from me. I put my gun down because I was trying to protect everyone, and they still treated me like I was dangerous. They decided when I could move, where I could stand, what I could do with my own fucking hands.” Her voice stays steady, but I can feel her pulse beneath my fingers.
“I hated that I couldn’t do anything about it.
But with you…I’m choosing.” She turns her wrist and settles it fully into my palm.
“I’m choosing to give you control because I know you’ll give it back the second I ask. ”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why do you need this?”
“This is for me. And because I trust you, Thiago.”
I want to deserve that trust more than anything.
“When I remember being in cuffs, I don’t want to remember them.” She comes closer until there’s barely any space between us. “I want to remember you.”
There are a thousand reasons I should refuse, and the biggest one has nothing to do with the bruises around her wrists. She trusts me while I’m still keeping something from her that could destroy everything between us.
My hand moves to the back of her neck, holding her close as guilt sits right in the middle of everything good about this moment.
I look down at the marks again and realize this isn’t about what makes me comfortable. It’s about trusting that she knows what she needs.
“Okay. But if we do this, you tell me the second anything hurts or feels wrong.”
Her expression softens, and some of the fight leaves her face. As if hearing me finally say yes matters almost as much as what comes next. “I will.”
“I mean it, Remi. You don’t push through anything for me.”
“I know. I promise.” A small smile touches her mouth, letting go of some of the defiance she’s been holding on to.
Reaching past me, she retrieves the cuffs from my bag and presses them into my hand. “I want this with you.”
The metal sits heavy in my palm.
“Only if you’re sure.”
She rises to her toes and kisses me. “I’m sure.” A hint of mischief returns to her expression as she takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom. “But make it unforgettable.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I follow her down the hall and into the home gym overlooking the bay. She stops at the squat rack, then tips her chin toward the pull-up bar overhead.
“Up there.”
I look from the bar to the bruises circling her wrists. “You want me to cuff you to that?”
“My choice, remember?”
Any other time, Remi asking me to cuff her naked to a pull-up bar would have me thinking about all the things I could do to her and testing just how many times I could make her come before she started threatening my life.
Tonight, all I can see are those bruises around her wrists.
I nod. “Your choice.”
She reaches behind my neck and hauls me down to her. “Don’t hold back. When I’m all tied up, you’re going to get on your knees and eat this pussy like it belongs to you.”
Catching her around the waist, I pull her against me. “It’s mine.”
“It is. Yours to take however you want.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “However I want?”
“That’s what I said, Braga.”
A smile breaks across my face as I let out a slow breath. “Careful what you ask for.” I kiss her hard enough that she rocks back against the rack when I let her go. “Stay right there.”
Remi’s eyebrows draw together. “Where the hell are you going?”
I’m already halfway through the door.
“I’m naked in the middle of a gym, Thiago. Where exactly am I going to go?”
Her laugh follows me down the hall.
It takes less than a minute to find what I’m looking for. When I return, Remi is beneath the pull-up bar with her arms crossed under her breasts. Her attention lands on the bottle of lube in one of my hands and the bright orange butt plug in the other.
Her eyebrows shoot up, and her arms slowly drop to her sides as she stares at it, then looks at me. “You brought a butt plug on this trip?”
“I did.”
“And it’s fucking orange?”
I glance at it. “Thought you’d appreciate the color.”
“Oh, I do,” she says with a laugh.
I set both on the bench and move in front of her, running my hands over her hips as I kiss my way from her collarbone to her throat. “Still mean what you said?”
The amusement leaves her expression. “Every word.”
I pick up the cuffs and move behind her. “Arms up, chama.”
She reaches for the bar, and I secure each cuff carefully, keeping the metal clear of the bruising. Once they’re in place, she rises onto the balls of her feet, maintaining enough contact with the floor so her wrists aren’t bearing her weight.
I run my hands along her sides, checking her position. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“If that changes, you tell me.”
“Thiago, you need me to write this down for you or something?”
I can’t help but smile. Hearing the familiar bite back in her voice takes some of the edge off the worry I’ve been carrying since she first asked for the cuffs.
“Smartass,” I say, reaching for the lube.
Remi glances back as I coat the plug, rolling it between my fingers until the surface gleams. Her next breath comes a little deeper when she realizes what I’m about to do.
“You still with me?”
“Yes, Thiago.”