Page 105 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Today.
In the middle of our kinky etiquette, when I had Hudson lying flat on his back, me hovering over him, my breasts right next to his mouth, I realized that maybe things had gone too far.
Yet I couldn’t stop.
I was way into the process of it all, and Madame Lori was a very good instructor. I didn’t think etiquette class was going to be that fun, but wow, it was way better than I expected.
Now, did Hudson have fun? That would be a no. After I made him hard when he was tied up, he stopped talking to me.
I know sliding my finger down his crack was a choice I probably shouldn’t have taken part in, but then again, he’s the one who has said he’s my husband. He’s the one initiating all of the touching, the hand-holding, the cuddling. So this is an extension of that. Plus, I really liked the drumming. That was a new technique to put in my arsenal. Who knows when I’m going to use it, but when I do, whoever the lucky recipient is will be like,Wow, this girl, she knows how to drum the dick to full-staff potential.
Anyway, now that class is over and Hudson and I are driving in silence through the streets of London, I truly question what’s going to happennext. He said we were going to Harrods, but after what he just went through, is that still the plan? Or is he taking me back to the hotel, where I’m certain he will pack my things and send me back home?
Sure, he’s mad at me because I was the Dom in class, and sure, I engaged, but we can’t forget that he was the one who booked the class for us. It would be one thing ifIhad stupidly booked the wrong class, but it was him. If he needs to be upset with anyone, it should be himself. Also seems pretty hypocritical to be mad about intimacy when he’s the one who’s been creating intimacy between us recently.
I look over at him and the clench in his jaw. Seems like he only wants it to be a one-way street.
Trying to bring light to the situation, I say, “For what it’s worth, Madame Lori said I aced the class, so…you’re welcome.”
He flashes a death glare in my direction, and I shrink in my seat.
Maybe I shouldn’t have talked about his nipples.
Or how he has yet to pleasure me. But it was the truth. The drought is big over here, and it’s not like it’s getting any better. He even said yesterday how he has blue balls.
I think I might have to take matters into my own hands because this is stupid. Us not having sex, it’s just…stupid. We’re about to enter some high-stress situations, and I think fucking will help with that. Then again, after what we went through this morning, maybe stepping back and not pushing it like I used to might be best.
I think I’ll have to roll with what he wants to do now that I tied him up and drummed his balls.
Pulling my phone out of my purse, I shoot off a quick text to Stacey.
Sloane: Might have drummed on Hudson’s balls today. Don’t ask. But he’s not happy.
Thankfully she’s awake and texts me back.
Stacey: Umm, what?
Sloane: Long story, but the car right now is really cold. Like frigid.
Stacey: I thought you weren’t making a move anymore.
Sloane: I wasn’t but then he got sick and I helped him and he was so sweet and then we spooned and here we are now, me drumming on his balls making him hard only for me not to finish it off because we were in public. One guy totally came in his pants but Hudson is too good for that, despite me telling the teacher that he was quick on the trigger.
Stacey: What? How can someone ramble in real life and in a text message?
Sloane: That’s not rambling, that’s the truth. That really happened.
Stacey: I’m going to need some coffee to understand this.
Sloane: All you need to know is that I made him hard.
Stacey: I’m sure it’s not the first time given what you told me. Why is now different?
Sloane: Because things are different. He talked to me last night, made a joke actually. I think he’s cracking, and I don’t think he likes that he’s cracking, and now that I think he’s cracking, what do I do? Do I keep pushing?
Stacey: Honestly, Sloane, I don’t know if cracking him is a good idea. I thought you were there for business, not to see if you can get your boss to fuck you.
Sloane: I know, same, but don’t you think we should fuck?
