Gypsy

by Roux Cantrell

  Untying the dress Mariquinn let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in front of him with a scrap of lace meant to be a thong, and thigh high stockings, along with those bone colored heels.

  Gypsy approached her, taking a blindfold from his back pocket. He didn’t ask, he wrapped it around her eyes tying it. Taking her hand, he led her to the sofa and sat down. Removing the mask from his face he looked her over, exquisite. As she stood in front of him, he slid his hands up her thighs and over her hips.

  Mariquinn tried not to tremble as she felt his hands glide over her skin. When his fingers slid under the thin straps of her thong and slipped them from of her, she tried desperately not to lean into him. She wanted him, all of him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Music pounded through the garage as Nicolea worked on his Harley, his mind on things like a luscious, curvy body and a pair of electric blue eyes. It seemed he was becoming rather addicted to his fiancée. Thinking back on he and Mariquinn’s conversation that morning he remembered she mentioned wanting to go on a vacation soon. Gypsy had written the name of the city down before he left the house thinking that could be a honeymoon gift.

  “Nicolea Petrovic, you’re a hard man to pin down.”

  Gypsy cracked his neck. The last person he thought he would ever have to deal with in his own place had managed to walk right in. Standing up from his work, he turned staring down Razvan merely feet from him. Someone was getting a beatdown for this mistake.

  “Not if you know where to look.”

  “How’s the family?”

  This was going to be too long of a conversation at this point and Gypsy had already had enough. “Razvan, get to the point of this unannounced visit.”

  “Always direct.”

  Gypsy never turned his back on anyone or anything, but to get in a better position for a fight he had to now. It didn’t surprise him when Razvan didn’t attempt anything, after all he was a business man, though he liked to play at being a biker. . And his crew of wannabees were just that. They rode when the weather was perfect and only on the weekends.

  Coming around the bike, Nicolea stared down at Razvan who by a few inches was shorter than him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the man to get to the point.

  “Listen, Nicco. You don’t mind me calling you that? Do you, Nicco?”

  “No more than you like me calling you Raz.”

  “Point taken.”

  “Get on with it.” Asshole.

  There was the king. “I came to ask you to step aside.”

  “Step aside from what, exactly?” Gypsy laughed taking a step closer to the asshole who was about to push his limit.

  “Marrying Mariquinn.”

  Leveling a stare at the man, Gypsy needed this conversation to come to a stop. “Alexander, if you would like to partition the gypsy court, then do so. But I’m the decision maker, and I am marrying Mariquinn.”

  Smiling wickedly, Alexander took a step closer to Nicolea. He wanted Gypsy to make the first move, almost as if he was itching for it. Alexander moved within an inch from him, the two men were almost chest to chest. “I’m trying to help you out here. Velean is not happy.”

  “I’m not worried about Velean, nor you. If your business is finished, you can leave.” When Razvan turned around, the garage was no longer empty. It seemed the king’s crew had stepped out from the shadows.

  “You didn’t really think he was alone Razvan?” asked Wrench.

  Brushing past Wrench, he mumbled about Velean not being worth the headache. Watching Razvan walk out followed by Wrench and another one of his crew. Gypsy picked up his phone calling Mariquinn.

  “Hello.”

  “Where are you right now?” Gypsy was already on the move, dropping down on the bike he just needed to know where she was.

  “At the festival grounds.”

  “Is your family there?” Gypsy checked his saddle bag for his spare lid as Mariquinn answered him.

  “My sisters are with me. Gypsy, what’s going on?”

  “Razvan.”

  That’s all he had to say to make her nervous. Why couldn’t Razvan just leave her alone? “He’s never going to stop.”

  “It gets worst. He seems to be involved with Velean somehow.”

  Mariquinn closed her eyes. Why did they have to wait four weeks to get married? “What do you need me to do?”

  “Stay with your sisters. I’m on my way to get you.”

  “Alright.” Mariquinn heard him yelling for Razvan to be followed. Gypsy had people following Razvan. When the phone went dead she was already heading for her sisters.

  Gypsy got in Tabor’s face, wanting to know where his fucking sergeants at arms had been when Razvan walked right through the fucking door.

  “I want a tail on that asshole. I want to know where he is, and I want to know what and who he is doing it with. I also want one on Velean.”

  “Boss, we’ve been monitoring her movements since her last visit.” Wrench reminded him from a safe distance away.

  “Tabor, Wrench, let’s go. I’m going to get Mariquinn, I’m taking her to my house. I want around the clock guards at the house. Where she goes, they go. Got it?” Gypsy moved through the garage needing to get on the road.

  There was a uniform ‘yes’ among the crew. They all knew when Gypsy was serious and when he was joking, and right now he was beyond serious, he was beyond pissed. Nicolea, (Gypsy) Petrovic, the king of the gypsies, was about to show Razvan and Velean exactly who he was. He just had to secure his woman first.

  Gypsy and his boys roared down the streets of Bucharest, heading toward the fairgrounds. The fact was he did not trust Razvan to not kidnap Mariquinn. Whether it be for him or Velean had Gypsy rolled on the throttle as they left the city. Gypsy wanted Mariquinn safe and secure at his home. His home- he needed to start thinking of it as their home.

  Alexander called Velean when he got out of earshot of Nicolea’s tail.

  “Did you manage to get Nicolea riled up enough to put his guard up?”

  “Yes, I just don’t know why you wanted him riled up.”

  “Don’t you worry about the why’s of it. Just do what I ask you to do,” Velean snapped.

  Razvan hung up. Damn that woman is exactly my type of hellcat. What has she been doing wasting her time with Nicolea Petrovic? For that matter, why was he wasting his time chasing Mariquinn?

  Chapter Twelve

  Walking through the festival grounds with Wrench and Tabor, Gypsy looked for Mariquinn and her family. Spotting her at a food booth, he stepped up to the counter. “Are you working, beautiful?”

  Mariquinn smiled. “No, handsome I’m waiting on my fiancé.”

  Leaning on the counter Gypsy smiled behind the bandana across his face. “He’s a fool allowing you out of his sight. Someone like me might try and sweep you off your feet.”

  Mariquinn leaned on the counter right next to Gypsy. “He’s not worried about men like you.”

  Gypsy grabbed her by the back of the head laughing when she closed her eyes, he took a chance pulling down the bandana smashed his mouth on hers. When he let her up he laughed again, pulling the mask back in place. “What are you doing back there?”

  “I’m staying put like you asked me to do. Do we need to leave?”

  “Yes.” Waiting for her to come around, he motioned to her sisters letting them know they were leaving. Knowing he should call her father, it would have to wait until they were back at his home. Their home. Damn this was going to take some getting used to. “Have you ever ridden on the back of a bike?”

  Mariquinn shook her head at his question as they walked up to a big black Harley. It was a monster of a bike. “You want me to get on that?”

  “Yes, and you will be safe. I promise.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “My...our house.” He told her handing her his spare helmet. Gypsy helped Mariquinn fasten the lid thinking he needed to get her one of her own. This one was a spare that hung on
the wall in the clubhouse and was slightly too big for her.

  Mariquinn liked the way that sounded, she loved his house. Especially the large leather sofa in his private den. The things he had done to her on that sofa made her ache deep down. Adjusting the helmet Gypsy had put on her, she waited for him to get on the bike. Once he was on the bike, he held out his hand helping her to climb on behind him. Tugging her hands around his waist, he brought her chest hard against his back. When he fired up the bike, the vibration between her legs had Mariquinn tightening her thighs against his. Damn him for making me want him so much.

  The curvy country roads, along with the beautiful scenery, helped Mariquinn relax against Gypsy as the bike hugged the twists and turns in the road. She felt his hand cover hers and rub gently. He was such a hard man to pinpoint. He would have no problem being king, that was certain. When it was just the two of them, he was always the one in control, he chose what and when things happened between them. Mariquinn wondered what it would take to flip that switch.

  He had whispered things in her ear about what he wanted to do to and with her. She just hadn’t decided what to do about it. Gypsy talked about things like blindfolding her, using vibrators on her, among other things, things that made her nervous, anxious and wet. Very, very wet. When he whispered how he wanted to run his tongue over her sex and slip his fingers into her, it made her moan. Mariquinn even whimpered quietly when he knelt in front of her slipping her panties off and spreading her legs, so he could taste and touch her on that large, leather sofa. She had kept her eyes closed as instructed but she had been honest telling him it was very hard to not watch him. That’s when he told her the next time she would be blindfolded to keep them safe.

  Looking up as the bike slowed down Mariquinn realized they were turning into the long driveway leading up to Gypsy’s home. As they pulled up to the house he rolled on the throttle, the vibration from the bike had her squeezing her thighs against him tighter. When was he going to give in and give her what she wanted? Maybe she should be patient.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mariquinn stood in the middle of the living room in the children’s wing. She waved a little wave and smiled at the kids. Their nanny stood next to her, waiting to see how the kids would react to the news that this was their father’s fiancée.

  It was the little girl who walked up to Mariquinn. Tilting her head to the side, she looked up.

  “My name is Tatiana What is your name?”

  Mariquinn smiled. Kneeling, she put her hand out for the girl to take as she introduced herself. She explained who she was to the three children and asked if they minded if she stayed with them for a while.

  She played games with them, they watched a movie, and Mariquinn helped get them ready for bed, even letting the kids talk her into more than one bedtime story. They chose ‘The Polar Bear King.” She found it curious, because it was her favorite also.

  Gypsy stood out in the courtyard watching Mariquinn interact with the kids. He had to smile at the laughter that poured out of the room into the courtyard. This was a very big deal. No woman, outside of the nanny, had been introduced to them on a personal level. They met women out in public, just not any here at their home. Watching Mariquinn having fun with his kids gave him a good feeling. He wished he could be in there with them. Turning, walking back to his side of the house before he ruined everything and walked in there. He needed an update from his crew on both Razvan and Velean.

  Mariquinn tucked the children in, headed back into the living room, where she found Lillian, the nanny, picking up the toys.

  “Nicolea, asked if you could head back over to his quarters while he tells the children goodnight.”

  Mariquinn said good night to Lillian and went across the courtyard to Gypsy’s bedroom. His cut was laying on the bed along with the clothes he had on earlier. Picking up the shirt she breathed him in deep. Damn she loved the way he smelled.

  “Nicolea, she is gone.”

  Nicolea stepped out from the adjoining guest room. “Thank you, Lillian.”

  “I like her, she’s a good woman.”

  “She is that, Lillian.”

  Gypsy slipped into his bedroom to find Mariquinn asleep on the bed, his t-shirt that he had on earlier gripped, in her hand. Climbing onto the bed, he rolled her onto her back. She stirred, as he tightened the blindfold over her eyes. She wore no top which he found refreshing. It didn’t hurt his feelings one bit, especially when he wanted her bare. Sliding her pajama bottoms off Gypsy breathed her in. Her skin smelled like her favorite body wash. He had never been an oatmeal and honey guy, but it was intoxicating on her.

  Gypsy already had her legs parted wide, his mouth making its way up her inner thigh toward her sex, Mariquinn moaned, as he swiped her with his tongue. Grabbing his hair, she tugged him tighter to her. That move got her rewarded with her hands being tied above her head. He made quick work of the restraints and was back between her legs before she had time to utter a word.

  Bringing her to the edge multiple times during the night, pleased Gypsy. He had used a few toys on her while playing the other evening. Now he wanted to see how she would react to being restrained a little more. One of his favorite views was to have his lovers splayed out before him. Walking to his dresser, he opened his tie drawer and took two silk ties out. Those legs of hers that kept squeezing against his shoulders needed to be stabilized. Tying a tie around the rail on the iron foot board he snagged her ankle. As he kissed her foot, he wrapped the tie around it and tied it down. Running his hand up her leg, he tested how it was tied. Pleased at her limited movement, his hand ran all the way up. Sliding his fingers into her, he was ready when her free leg came up to wrap around him, He pushed it aside and went in for a taste of her sweet honey. He bit down on her clit lightly, her moan was his reward.

  Licking his way down her free leg all the way to her ankle. Then, as he went to tie her free leg down she started trying to get it free. He watched as she tugged on the hand restraints trying to attain freedom. First, he asked her if she was uncomfortable. She didn’t speak, just shook her head no.

  Smiling, Gypsy knew what needed to be done and he was the man to do it. Reaching down, he released her opposite leg. As she went to clench her thighs together, he flipped her over. Taking a silk sash, he had lying on the edge of the bed he wrapped it around her thighs binding them together right above the bend of the knee. She felt his hand run up her spine. In doing so, he pushed her shoulders down into the bed. “Turn your head to the side, Mariquinn.” She did as she was told.

  Gypsy knelt behind her, straddling her ass. He guided his head into her soaked pussy. Mariquinn tried pushing back on him. Having had enough of her continuous disobedience he slid his tongue out of her. Sliding to the side he brought his hand down across her ass. Mariquinn cried out, as he brought his hand down once again, making sure that pussy of hers got a little heat. Mariquinn began to beg him. His cock was already rock hard, but the sounds of her pleas had it weeping. He needed a real release and her sex glistened with need.

  Mounting her again, this time he surged into her without warning. Mariquinn’s body exploded around him begging him to follow right along. He refused to let his body betray him, his woman needed to know what he expected from her. Over the course of the night Gypsy took her hard-many times. There were positions he put her in, each time she pleaded, even begged him to keep going. His little minx enjoyed being brought to the edge using vibrators followed by his tongue and cock. She had passed out several times from exhaustion giving him the opportunity to care for her. Each time he woke her, he broke her down again. Gypsy had been mistaken thinking Mariquinn would submit easily, the more he did to her the more she wanted.

  Now she slept draped over his chest. He wanted the drapes open, so he could see her bathed in moonlight. One night they would leave all the doors open so the cool night air would wash across their hot sweat-drenched bodies. Closing his eyes, thinking about that his cock twitched. He didn’t dare take her agai
n, she needed rest for now.

  The woods out behind Gypsy’s estate were breathtaking to Mariquinn. Standing on the patio she took in the view. Closing her eyes, breathing in the morning air. She jumped a bit as she felt Gypsy slip his arms around her waist. Their evening had been eye-opening. Mariquinn wanted to stay in bed all day, but the constant ringing of his phone had woken her up. Before it got on her last nerve she had slipped out of bed, grabbing his shirt, walking out onto the back patio off from his master suite. The room had been outfitted with darkening drapes which kept the bedroom engulfed in darkness, she just needed a few minutes of light. Smiling, she leaned back against his body. Mariquinn had joked about playing strip poker, not thinking he would take her up on it. Needless to say, she had never been good at cards.

  “How are you this morning?”

  “I’m just perfect.”

  “Are you now?”

  “I think so.”

  Nuzzling kisses along her neck and shoulder Gypsy wanted to take her back to bed. “I think I should take you back to bed and make sure you feel perfect." Not taking any chances, he slid the blindfold back around her eyes. They needed to move the wedding date up. He had always loved a good blindfold, but at this moment he seemed to be developing a dislike for them.

  Turning in his arms, Mariquinn wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on her tiptoes she kissed him softly. Pulling back, she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. A squeal slipped from her lips as he scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. They were back in the bedroom and on the bed in seconds. Gypsy ripped the shirt from her body wanting her on display for him, just for him.

  Kneeling over her, eyeing her laying naked before him. With a wicked grin, he picked up her foot and started at her ankle, kissing the arch. When her foot jerked, he bit down just enough to add a little heat. With a tug, he pulled her closer, while he continued kissing up her calf. As he ran his tongue behind her knee, Mariquinn attempted to get her leg away from him.