Page 83 of Forever Fighting
Once again, she obeys and I feed her the cake, watching as she hums contentedly and chews eagerly. She’s so fucking cute. And I know that’s not always the right thought to have about a woman. She’s sexy and fierce and stunningly beautiful. But sometimes, like right now, she’s also so cute I can barely handle it. Something about that hits my heart differently than her in any other way, and I can’t help but chase it. I cup her face with my hand and eagerly kiss her, licking into her mouth with a playful intensity as I steal some of her cake for myself.
“Gross!” She laughs when I’m done.
“Not gross. Delicious. Here. You try.” I take a bite of the cake and when I’ve chewed a bit, I kiss her so she can taste it. It tastes like me and like the chocolate and like the wine and champagne we’ve been drinking all night, exactly as hers tasted. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever done with anyone.
She pulls away, licking at her lips. She’s getting it now. Feeling it too.
I return to the chocolate sauce, painting her lips once more but intentionally dribbling some onto her chin and allowing it to roll down until it drips onto her tits above her bra.
“Clean me while I clean you.” She squirms on the counter as I slip my chocolate-covered finger into her mouth so she can suck it while I suck on her skin. A moan tickles my finger as I ravish her tits, licking and sucking and biting at them over the expensive fabric as I pump it in and out of her mouth the way I will inside her pussy.
Slipping the digit out, I feed her another bite of cake, followed by a sip of the champagne we didn’t finish.
“Good?” I question.
“Mmm. Yummy.”
“I can’t wait to find out.”
With the flat of my hand on the center of her chest, I push her back. Her back arches against the cold, but I force her down, holding her still.
I’m between her parted thighs, and the marathon of things I want to do to her in here is running circuits through my head. I take one of the strawberries we never sliced up for the cake, plunge it into the chocolate, and put everything I am on the line.
I draw swirls that in cursive, spell outI love youon her belly with the tip of the strawberry. It’s impossible to decipher with all the curls and twists, but before she can question me, I feed her the berry. When she’s done, I lean across her and lick the chocolate and strawberry juice that’s ringed around her lips before I trail down her and erase my confession with my tongue.
I tip the glass of champagne and pour a little on her belly to clean the rest of the chocolate, drinking it as I go.
“You’re so sexy like this,” I murmur against her skin. “So sweet, my beautiful wife.”
“Oh, god. Roman?—”
“Shh. Tonight isn’t about that. I simply want to make you feel good. Understood?”
On a shaky breath, she utters, “Yes, sir,” and my world stops and starts all at once.
“Perfect,” I praise and return to her skin, kissing her, worshiping her. There’s a large pillar in the center of the kitchen, and it’s the reason I placed her over here. “Braelyn, this is where you’re going to have to trust me and keep your safe word handy.”
“Um…”
I grab her wrists and begin to bind them with thick kitchen twine. Around and around, I loop the soft rope, twisting and knotting as I go.
“Um…” she repeats a bit more urgently. “Roman… I…”
“Do you have a word for me?”
“No. But I’m not sure… shit. Oh my god!” she squeals as I force her hands to hold on to the pillar while I tie her to it. “What are you doing? Stop.”
“Braelyn, if that’s really what you want, you need to sayarrest.”
She bites her lip. “I don’t know.”
I glide my hand up and down her sticky stomach and chest. “Then go with it for now and trust that I have you, that I’ll protect you and keep you safe, and that I’m trussing you up like this so I can eat your cunt and ass while I have you at my full disposal.”
“Shit.”
Reaching behind her, I remove her bra, followed by her panties. She is a goddess like this, tied up and blindfolded and already panting for me.
“Fuck. What if someone walks in here?”
