It was fucking hard not to holler with laughter when she started talking. Parker wondered if that was how he came off. Did he act all big and bad and use a tone that said, “Mess with me at your peril?” Maybe he should explore some new material.
“We’re going to test your boundaries, Counselor.”
Oh, my god! Seriously? What the hell could he think about to help wipe the stupid grin off his face?
A hurricane disaster? Or maybe a lost puppy?
Shit. Nothing was working. He couldn’t help it. This was too much fucking awesome for him to shrug off.
With her hands on her hips, she struck a pose and asked a question. “Do you trust me?”
Parker couldn’t even count the number of times he’d asked her that very same thing. He swallowed hard and lost the need to laugh along with the goofy smile. Was this what she felt when the shoe was on the other foot?
Suddenly, his interest was piqued. What would he learn by taking a walk in her hooker heels?
He yielded to her control and answered truthfully. “Yes.”
She smiled with approval, and he requested permission to ask a question. He noted how she reacted with uncertainty when he behaved with obvious deference. She wanted to play switch, but she wasn’t okay with going too far. Now wasn’t the first time he’d pondered this particular quirk of his bride’s. She couldn’t stray too far from her comfort zone—her submissive comfort zone.
“May I ask who I am addressing?” he drawled. “Angel? Kitten? Mistress?”
“Oh.” She bit her lip, and a small frown crossed her face. He wanted to tell her how adorable she was but now wasn’t the time.
“I don’t like mistress.” Shuddering slightly and making a face, she said it more like an out loud thought than as an answer to his question.
He found it funny and poignant when she considered the throwaway question. Names and titles affected her and always had.
Parker made a quick suggestion, hoping the middle ground was inside her boundaries.
“Then how about señora? With ma’am thrown in?”
“Now you’re talking! Putting that fancy law degree and your manners to good use.”
“So to answer your question in an appropriate manner, I trust you, señora.”
She disappeared by dropping down to dig through her bag. He’d like to think he was acting all cool and collected, but the truth was he had a bad case of curious puppy going on and wanted nothing more than to leap off the bed and excitedly check out what constituted Angie’s idea of toys for topping playtime.
When she stood a minute later with several things in her hands, he was practically chasing his tail in circles with enthusiasm.
And then she spoke, and he had his first real inside glimpse at what he put her through when unexpected anxiety rippled through him.
“A tie for your hands and a blindfold.”
He hesitated. What the fuck? My god. He’d tied her to a crossbar in the fucking jungle and taken a whip to her glorious ass, but somehow a blindfold and the satin bindings he didn’t hesitate to use on her scared him?
Ruefully eyeing his randy cock, he suddenly understood a little of what it felt like to be submissive. Seething sexual lust and a willingness to test the edges of his restraint quickly swept away his apprehension.
He gave in and let her fantasy play out.
“Where do you want me, señora?”
She eyed the headboard—not that she needed to. By now he’d tied her to the bed several times, so she knew damn well what the possibilities were.
“Mid field.” She gleefully snickered. “Fifty-yard line of this enormous varsity-size recreation zone.”
He moved, and she climbed on the bed too. It took her forever to figure out how to bind his wrists together while also leaving enough of the binding so the tie would tether to the bed.
His heart and mind, along with his cock, enjoyed every second of watching her. She made the cutest frowny face when she was concentrating. At one point, her tongue appeared at the corner of her mouth. She looked like a schoolager following complicated directions. For a second, he wondered if their kid would do that. He hoped so.
“I don’t know about you,” she drawled with a snarky laugh as she flopped next to him and leaned on his thigh. “But that wiped me out. I may need a little break.”
Figuring he might as well relax, Parker crossed his legs at the ankle and politely requested a pillow for his neck. She hurried to make him comfortable, and he enjoyed her swinging tits as she went about it.
Having his hands tied and restrained to the bed was a new sensation. Whatever anxiousness he brought to the proceedings had vanished once he got a look at how inept and clueless she was. The only knot she knew was the one for tying shoes, so the actual strength of his bindings was a bit on the iffy side. In the end, after she finally got him trussed up the way she wanted, he was having a grand old time and was confident it wouldn’t take much to Houdini his way out of the flimsy restraints.
She hopped off the bed like a veteran gymnast and stuck the landing. “Forgot something,” she yipped before speeding away.
For no reason other than he was feeling playful, Parker rocked his hips and watched his dick sway back and forth. “Thanks for being a good sport,” he exclaimed to his patient manhood.
“Newsflash,” he heard his angel kitten call out as she returned. “Don’t you dare tell anyone I said this, but I like the whole naked honeymoon concept.”
“Is that so?”
He couldn’t see what she’d added to the bag, but he heard the teasing in her voice.
“I love watching you. Did you know?” she asked. “The bod I see all the time, and you know how much I like that.” She winked and blew him a kiss. “But the freebird thing? Aiee, Counselor. Caliente!” She used her hand to fan her face.
Parker barked a husky laugh. “Señora, I swore that damn Skynyrd song was never gonna make it into a Desert Thunder set list, but I think hearing my dick referred to by the name pretty much guarantees it’s a done deal.”
She laughed and purred at the same time, making for one hell of a sexy sound. “It’ll be our little secret. Much, much better than a t-shirt that reads Angie loves Cock.”
Habit or reflex—one of those things—made him growl, “Your ass won’t survive if you ever wear anything like that in public.”
His naughty wife did what she did nearly every time he showed his caveman tendencies. She giggled.
Running her fingers from his feet to his throat, she murmured a long, continuous, throaty, “Mmm,” that made his skin tingle.
Following his Dom script, she leaned as close as she could and asked, “Do you need anything?”
He looked in her eyes. “You know this is asking a lot of me, right?”
She caressed the side of his face. “Yes. Let me please you, Parker.”
He smiled. “Did you say please or tease?”
“Both,” she replied in a husky, amused chuckle.
“I’m ready, señora, but may I ask for one thing?”
“Of course. What do you need?”
Parker gave her a direct answer. When he was in the dominant role, it was what he expected of her so he’d know how to proceed.
“After you place the blindfold, would you kiss me? Please.”
Her answer was swift, sure, and pleased. “My pleasure.”
She put her bag of goodies near the foot of their bed playground and climbed next to him. Her eyes sparkled. He could read her excitement. It was in the short, swift pants of her breathing, the way she bit her lip, and the warm sexiness of her voice.
“I’ve never done this before, so I hope you’ll grade me on a curve.”
“Whatever I do to you, you should be able to do to me. Wait,” Parker said with a barking laugh. “I amend that. Nice thought and I’m sure you caught my drift, but no fucking way to the butt plug.”
She jolted and then laughed like hell at his joke. “Oh, shit! So does that mean I should return
the strap-on waiting for us in the playroom at home?”
He looked at her completely horrified and started to tug against the restraints before it dawned on him that she was yanking his chain.
Laughing like a hyena, she rocked back and forth next to him and slapped his chest playfully. “I can’t believe you bought that for even a second! Parker! Seriously?”
“We might have to rethink the fucking your ass thing. It’s not exactly fair, is it?”
“Oh, behave, you bad boy. Stop sulking because ass play is a no for you. Look at it this way—makes me far more badass than you are. Huh?” she joked with a cheeky brow wag. “You feel me, right? By taking it in the butt, that makes me a total badass.”
He groaned at the bad puns but smiled and nodded.
“And besides, husband of mine, you promised, and I expect you to keep your word. It’s fucked up, I know. All these things we do are fucked up. But,” she murmured, “I can’t explain it.”
“Angie.”
She looked into his eyes when he called her name. What he had to say wasn’t play talk.
“It doesn’t matter what others think. Nothing we do is fucked up. Some dreams and fantasies may push boundaries or are darker than what’s considered normal, but who decides what’s right or wrong? This is how we do, Mrs. Sullivan. Your passions don’t scare me, Angel, and so far, mine haven’t scared you. We’re evenly matched, honey. So relax, baby girl. Before we head home, your beautiful, sexy ass will be thoroughly cock tamed.”
“Cock tamed?” She snickered. “I like the sound of that.”
“You would,” he teased.
She climbed onto his chest to place the blindfold on his eyes. He caught the scent of her arousal and let out a sharp grunt. “I want your smell all over my body,” he told her.
His sexy wife’s throaty chuckle turned up the heat on the lust fire burning him alive.
“Shouldn’t there have been a ma’am tacked onto the end of that comment, Counselor?” Tsking, she shook her head. “The proprieties must be observed.”
“There are topping priorities?” he asked with a growl.
She sat on his chest, adorably nibbled on a fingernail, and gave the impression she was thinking about it.
Finally, she rather audaciously pinched one of his nipples and playfully smirked. “Well, if there aren’t, we’ll need to re-open the negotiations. You said our limits and stuff could be updated as needed.”
Parker blinked and looked at the naked and very wanton angel straddling his chest. Tied to the headboard, he had a raging hard-on and was about to be blindfolded—and she was nattering on about renegotiating terms.
Jesus Christ. Talk about honeymoon memories! This one was gearing up for a place in the finals.
After showing him the satin blindfold, she asked if she could continue. He nodded and reminded her about the promise of a kiss. When she carefully slid the mask into place and ruffled her fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath. He wasn’t at all accustomed to being vulnerable in any way.
Right away, her fingers were all over his face. He tried to take in the language of her touch as she explored him.
“I love this face,” she murmured. “You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
He felt her breath on his face as she murmured. Unable to touch her or assess her expression sent a ripple of tension through him that triggered a shift in his perceptions. A deluge of sensory input rushed into him.
The air was full of amazing scents. Some tropical, some Angie. He was particularly fond of the perfume she wore. It reminded him of sizzling summer days and balmy desert nights. When she leaned over to touch her lips to his, he felt her long soft hair brush his shoulder. He got a subtle whiff of coconut that made his mouth water.
Her kiss was gentle, slow, and thoughtful. Half expecting hunger, he found she was surprisingly gentle and loving. He lost himself in the velvet softness of her lips. Every kiss and nibble flooded him with delicious sensations.
TIME SLOWED TO a crawl. His heart thudded in his chest. She took his face in her hands and ended the drugging kiss. “You taste amazing,” she whispered against his lips then she left a searing path of hot, wet kisses across his chin, down his neck, and across his shoulders. His body’s eager response to the caress of her lips shocked him, and he was barely hanging on.
“I’m getting hungry,” she growled. “Maybe a little snack,” she muttered.
Huh? Snack? Wait a minute. She was kidding, right? What about the topping seduction? Fine time to decide she had the fucking munchies.
Lifting off him, he heard her scramble to the end of the bed.
“Okay, let’s see what’s on the menu.”
Next, her palm landed on his neck and drifted slowly down his body until it stopped just short of his throbbing dick.
What she did next made him jerk in surprise and then laugh when he realized what the hell she was up to.
Whipped cream. She had one or maybe all the canisters of whipped cream from the refrigerator.
He really, really wished he could see when she stood on the bed with her feet on either side of his hips.
“Hold still.” She giggled a split second before the sound of the aerosol can got his attention.
A line of cream stretched across his upper chest from shoulder to shoulder. Then she squirted a straight line down to his navel. Blobs of the sweet cream mounded his nipples. She oohed, ahhed, and giggled as she painted his body with the edible topping.
He felt something else.
“Sprinkles,” she told him with a snort of amusement. “No good alpha sundae would ever leave off the sprinkles.”
The sound of a lid popping on a jar was unexpected.
“Mmm,” she groaned. “Chocolate syrup. Open,” she demanded.
He opened his mouth, and her finger touched his tongue. He closed his lips around it and sucked the chocolate topping off.
Dribbling the chocolate, she embellished her body mural.
“And now for some cherries.”
Another jar popped and he felt her place a cherry on each mound of nipple whipped cream.
“Yum,” was the only warning he got before she shifted lower and straddled him on her knees. Starting near his desperate cock, she ignored the obvious and went to town.
Every swipe of her tongue made Parker quiver with need. The sounds of delight she made filled his ears.
His wife took her time lapping up the trail of whipped cream, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, and cherries. By the time she was at his neck, he was shaking, grunting, and in great need of her mouth on his cock.
She reclaimed his lips, and this time, the passion of her kiss demanded more of him. In a groaning, grunting fever of need, he returned the fiery kiss.
When it ended, she bit her way from neck to navel.
Something about being restrained and cut off from sight took Parker closer and closer to a frenzy of desire that made his heart pound and skin tingle. He didn’t need to see her to be aware of the sexual magnetism she exuded. Even blinded, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
“And now for the main course,” she whispered against his lips.
Though his mouth was suddenly dry and his breathing harsh, he gulped. Literally gulped.
His wicked wife had herself a grand old time after that. Lavishing all her attention and hunger on his cock, she alternated toppings with different actions.
The tip of her tongue removed the whipped cream. Imagining his sexy kitten lapping at his flesh with her little tongue caused him to shake all over.
She devoured a coating of sprinkles on his balls by vacuuming them off his skin while she laughed.
Parker decided he hadn’t truly lived until she held his cock in one hand and dribbled the gooey chocolate sauce all over the head. He felt it sliding down his sensitive skin a second before her mouth took over.
Jerking against the restraints, he growled as she enjoyed her cock sundae and did so with an abundance of slutty comments m
ixed with sexy sounds of delight and arousal.
Angie loved sucking his cock. Always had. And she did it with fierce pleasure. He was out of his mind by the time she readied him for the final tasting.
While her hands twisted on his hardness, she laved his flesh with her tongue. A hearty squeeze made the crown plump even more. She sucked the fat head and did something with her tongue to the ultra-sensitive underside that made him buck and quiver.
A rushing sound in his head accompanied the sensation of his wife sucking his thick cock into her mouth. He could barely breathe, and the thunderous beating of his heart drummed out the evidence of his pleasure.
His body’s demand for completion led to him coming with a ferocious jolt that made him dig his heels into the mattress and buck wildly into her mouth.
“Oh god, Angie,” he yelled.
She answered with a deep, husky moan and continued stroking and sucking until he had nothing left.
Parker’s mind went blank as tremors shook his body in the aftermath. Angie never eased the loving grip she had on his manhood.
He had no way of knowing how long he lay there panting and shaking. She murmured words of love and praised his cock for giving her such pleasure.
There it was again, he thought. Her complete worshipful adoration for him was at the root of her lusty behavior. He recalled her teasing him not that long ago that sometimes a girl just needed her man’s dick. It was her way of telling him to shut the hell up and let her talented mouth have its fun.
Who was he to deny his wife her pleasures?
She removed the mask. Parker blinked as his eyes opened and he found Angie leaning over him. He smiled at the sight she made. She had smudges of chocolate all over her face and a couple of sprinkles stuck in her hair along with a few globs of whipped cream.
“I made a mess,” she purred.
He yanked on the restraints, but she shook her head and sat up with a winking smirk.
“Not yet, big guy. Are you okay like this?” she asked.
He couldn’t imagine what more she could do, but he was willing to find out.
“I’m good.” He sniggered.
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