“We might be hungry later, but right now I’m not hungry for food, just you.”
Sterling stepped in front of me and started to take his tux off. Was he really? Yes, he was. He did a little striptease for me, without really doing one. He stripped very slowly and his eyes never left mine. It wasn’t like he was showing off or making a big show out of it or anything, but it was the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen.
When he got to his boxers, I stood up and said, “Allow me.”
There was another growl. My husband seemed to growl involuntarily and often now…I sort of loved that I could make him do that.
“Skye, I want you to do something for me, okay?”
“Anything.”
“Lay down in the middle of the bed with your hands above your head.”
I immediately did what he asked. When I got settled and my arms raised Sterling climbed on the bed and kneeled over me.
“I’m going to put this on you now. There is nothing to be scared of. You know that old saying, “There’s nothing in the dark, that can’t be seen in the light.”
I nodded and he tied a black silk scarf over my eyes.
“Can you see anything, baby?”
I shook my head and then felt his hand on my wrist. Ever so gently he pulled my arm up and I felt him wrap something around my wrist. Then I heard a click.
Handcuffs…holy hell.
Diligently he went about attaching my arms to the headboard.
Was I scared? No.
Did I feel totally exposed as I lay there in nothing but boxers and a bra? Yes.
Was that about to get a whole lot worse? Hell, yes.
Sterling unhooked my bra and slid it off of me, then he removed his boxer shorts from my body.
Being blindfolded made every touch that much more intense. When he slid the boxers down my legs, I almost came. Just the feeling of his fingers lightly gliding down my legs was almost too much.
“Baby, I’m so ready for you. Please,” I begged.
“You know that I’m in charge here, Skye. So, lay back and imagine all of the things I’m going to do you tonight.”
His hand gripped my ankle and pulled it toward the footboard. Once again I felt something wrap around my ankle and then I heard the click. I was literally spread eagle on the bed.
All of a sudden, I screamed as something cold touched my nipple. Both nipples were immediately hard and begging for attention.
“Cold, baby.”
“Uh huh, but does it feel good baby?” Sterling whispered in my ear. His warm breath such a contrast to the cold on my breast.
“Yes, baby. It feels so good. Do the other side, now.”
He squeezed my nipple hard. “I’m in control, Skye. Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Sorry, baby. Old habits are hard to break.”
“I’ll break them right out of you, don’t worry about that,” he snickered.
I heard something vibrating, then I felt it vibrating against my sex.
A vibrator? Really?
As he slid it into my body, I could hear my wetness as it plunged in and out. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to do that with some cold piece of plastic. I knew better than to tell Sterling I wanted him inside me. He was in charge and I didn’t have any say, but god it was killing me to not be able to tell him what I needed. I needed his hard cock plunging in and out of me.
Like he heard my inner thoughts, he removed the vibrator and I felt the bed dip as he climbed between my legs and laid over me. His breath was once again on my face, then he kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth, plundering wildly. He was like a starved man trying to lick his way to his next meal. My wrists and ankles were starting to get a little sore, but the need for him at my core was stronger.
I moaned as his lips left mine and traveled down my neck. My nipples wanted him to suck them, but my pussy wanted him to plunge inside of it, so the nipples were just gonna have to wait. I raised my hips and tried to get him where I needed him. He pulled away.
“Not yet, baby. The wait will be worth it, I promise.”
“I’m so close, Sterling. I need your cock inside me, now.”
I felt his loss immediately. The bed dipped and I heard him walk into the bathroom.
“I’m sorry, Sterling. I won’t say anything else. Please don’t leave me like this.”
“Baby, I’m not leaving, I’m just grabbing some more supplies.”
I swear to god if he comes out of there with another vibrator, I’m gonna kick his ass.
Something sticky was dripping onto my lower stomach. The bed dipped as Sterling crawled between my legs.
“You know what, I think I changed my mind. I am a little hungry,” Sterling moaned.
His tongue slid over my skin until all of the sticky was gone. Then his lips were on mine and I could taste the chocolate on his mouth.
“Yum, chocolate,” I purred.
“Hershey’s…only the best for my wife,” he laughed as he pulled the blindfold off of me.
Before I could make a snarky comment, he thrust into me - hard. My body was craving his. His movements were hard and not calculated at all. I’d been to the point of orgasm before he entered me, so I came almost immediately. He rode me until his orgasm hit him. As he came inside me, I came again. My pussy was throbbing in pleasure.
“I fucking love you, Sterling Smith.”
“I love fucking you too, Skye Smith.”
“Funny. Ha ha.”
Looking down into my eyes, he smiled, “I love you more than life itself, Skye. You’re my world and always will be. Now shut up and kiss me.”
I followed orders and planted a big wet one on my husband.
Climbing off the bed, Sterling pulled on his boxers and sat down in the chair across from the bed.
“Um, did you forget something?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“I beg to differ, babe.”
“Really? What do you think I forgot?”
“Sterling, stop fucking with me. Take these cuffs off of me.”
“Nah, I like the view.”
“Not funny. Take them off.”
“Was that an order? Because you know how I feel about orders.”
“Please, Sterling. I feel so…”
“So, what?”
“Exposed.”
“Babe, I was all up in that about a minute ago. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before and I’m really enjoying staring at.”
“Damn it. I don’t want to spend the entire night cuffed to the bed.”
“You didn’t have a problem with it a minute ago.”
“No, I didn’t, but you were here with me and now you’re way over there and you have on clothes. That’s not fair, Sterling.”
“Baby, life isn’t fair,” he laughed.
The bastard laughed at me. Seriously?
“UGH!” I screamed, exasperated with my husband.
“We might need to play more in a few minutes. So calm down and lay there quietly or I’ll have to punish you.”
“I like to be spanked, so bring it on.”
He came up out of his chair and jumped on top of the bed. “You really shouldn’t have said that, babe.”
Oh, yes I should’ve. I knew exactly what would happen.
The rest of the night was perfect, just like my husband. I couldn’t be happier. I’d met the man of my dreams and now he was my husband. This was the most perfect day of my entire life. I wouldn’t change one moment of the day and there was so much more to come.
Chapter Four~
Three months after the wedding
After all the excitement of the wedding and the long honeymoon in Paris, I was finally ready for life to get back to normal. Well, as normal as our lives were.
Travel was a requirement for the gallery. If someone called with a piece of art or a collection for sale, I would have to hop a flight to them to see it for myself. Art is a very tricky business. It was really important that I not only see
a picture of it, but I needed to be up close and in its presence. There was a feeling that I got from a really beautiful work. Sterling got that - he got me and he still loved me.
Sterling worked from home. To be honest, I couldn’t even tell you what he did. I knew that he inherited several companies when his parents passed. He dabbled a little in all of them, never doing the same thing more than once. Spending my time like that would’ve driven me crazy, but it seemed to make Sterling happy. He was always there for me. When I needed him, he was there. It was like having a sex machine at my beck and call…not a bad thing for a newly married couple, believe me.
We decided for the first year of our marriage we would try to limit our time apart, so Sterling would go on trips with me from time to time. This seemed to really be working for us, we were a super sickeningly sweet happy couple.
Our sex life was off the charts amazing, even when we weren’t together. We spent a lot of time on the phone and we also sent each other instant messages on the computer explaining all of the naughty things we wanted to do to each other. It was strange to get turned on by a computer screen, but it definitely happened.
10:46 p.m - SterlingSmith: Are you ready?
10:46 p.m - SkyeBSmith: I wish I was there and we could do this properly.
10:46 p.m - SterlingSmith: Baby, you have no idea how much I wish that.
10:46 p.m - SterlingSmith: I’m so hard and ready for you. Are you wet for me, baby?
10:47 p.m - SkyeBSmith: When am I not wet for you, Sterling Smith? That would be a better damn question.
10:47 p.m - SterlingSmith: You turn me on so fucking much.
10:47 p.m - SkyeBSmith: I’m biting my lip.
10:47 p.m - SterlingSmith: Fuck. Don’t tell me that. You know what that does to me.
10:48 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Yes, I do. Why do you think I’m telling you?
10:48 p.m - SterlingSmith: You’re such a naughty girl.
10:48 p.m - SterlingSmith: I think you need to be punished.
10:48 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Sounds like fun. I can’t wait.
10:49 p.m - SkyeBSmith: I know something else that will get your cock all hard and ready for me.
10:49 p.m - SterlingSmith: Do you now?
10:50 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Uh huh
10:50 p.m - SterlingSmith: And what would that be?
10:50 p.m - SkyeBSmith: I. Love. You. Sterling. Smith.
10:51 p.m - SterlingSmith: Fuck, Skye.
10:52 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Yes, I wish you would.
10:53 p.m - SterlingSmith: I’m about to come all over my damn hand.
10:53 p.m - SkyeBSmith: You’re touching yourself?
10:53 p.m - SterlingSmith: Yes, baby I am. I’m going to come as I sit here and imagine you riding my dick and telling me you love me as I slam into you over and over again.
10:56 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Say the word, Sterling.
10:56 p.m - SterlingSmith: Touch yourself, baby. Come for me.
10:58 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Was it good for you, baby?
10:58 p.m - SterlingSmith: Of course it was. Always.
11:01 p.m - SkyeBSmith: I love you, Mr. Smith.
11:01 p.m - SterlingSmith: And I you, Mrs. Smith. When will you be home? I miss doing this in person.
11:03 p.m - SkyeBSmith: Next week. Probably just for a week or two though. I’ll talk to Lori and make sure I don’t have any more trips for a bit.
11:03 p.m - SkyeBSmith: I need to get some sleep. I’ve got meetings early in the morning. I love you, baby. Sweet dreams.
11:04 p.m - SterlingSmith: Sweet dreams, baby. I love you, too.
***
First Anniversary
“Sterling?” I asked as I answered the phone at midnight. “Is that you?”
“I’m so sorry, baby. I forgot about the time difference.”
“Is something wrong?”
“I have some bad news.”
I sat up in the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Something has come up and I’m not going to be able to come home this weekend.”
“Damn it, Sterling. It’s our first anniversary. My parents have a huge party planned for us. What kind of work emergency is so important that you can’t come celebrate with your wife?”
“I’m really sorry, baby. It’s this new client…well, it’s just getting out of control and I have to take care of him. Everyone will understand if I’m not there.”
“Really? Because I don’t.”
“Come on, baby. You know how work is, you are so dedicated to your gallery. Don’t even try to tell me you wouldn’t miss our party if a huge collection became available in Spain and you had to be there this weekend. I know better and so do you.”
He was right, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him know that. The gallery was very important to me and if someone called today and I needed to inspect a collection across the globe, I’d jump on the first flight. So as much as it sucked, I did understand and I would eventually forgive him. But that would not be happening today.
“You didn’t say anything, so I know that means you love me and already forgive me for bailing out on our big anniversary bash. I promise I will more than make it up to you when I get home.”
“And when should I expect you home? A week, two, a month? I miss my husband, Sterling.”
“And your husband misses his wife, Skye. I’ll be home soon and maybe we can go back to Paris for a bit, would you like that?”
“No, I want to spend time with my husband in our home. Is that too much to ask?”
“Of course not, baby. When I get home I’m all yours. I promise to try not to travel much for a while. Will that make up for my absence this weekend?”
“It’s a nice start,” I replied.
The next morning I received a call from the front desk.
“Mrs. Smith?”
“Yes, Byron.”
“We have a delivery here for you, shall we send him up?”
“Yes, that would be fine. Thank you, Byron.”
“Any time, Mrs. Smith.”
A few moments later the doorbell rang and there was a man in a uniform with a big white box with a lavender bow on it.
“Delivery for Mrs. Smith,” he stated.
“That’s me.” I handed him some cash as I took the box from his hand. I sat down on the couch and pulled the card from the front of the box.
It read: Gift #1 for my beautiful wife…
The box contained a beautiful one of a kind dress from my favorite designer in Italy. She was the same woman who designed my wedding dress. This dress was lavender and the bodice was interlaced with silver crystals. The dress sparkled as the light hit it just right. It was gorgeous. Sterling did very, very well.
About an hour later, I received another call from the front desk:
“Mrs. Smith?”
“Yes, Byron.”
“We have another delivery for you, shall we send him up?”
“Yes, that would be fine. Thanks again, Byron.”
“No problem, Mrs. Smith.”
Once again I opened the door and found a delivery man standing there holding a box with a card that said: Gift #2 for my beautiful wife. The box looked to be the perfect size for a pair of shoes. That’s exactly what was in the box. An exquisite pair of Cinderella heels. They were clear and covered with Swarovski crystals.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge after my forty-five minutes on the treadmill, I heard the intercom buzzing again.
“Mrs. Smith?”
“Yes, Byron,” I panted. Still a little out of breath from my morning exercise.
“We have another delivery for you, ma’am. Do you want me to send him up?”
“Sure. Thanks again, Byron.”
This time the deliveryman brought a little box from my favorite jewelry store. The card read: Gift #3 for my beautiful wife. The little baby blue box held a diamond encrusted hair comb. It was stunning and absolutely perfect for my new dress and shoes. Sterling had amazing taste. Of course, he di
d…I mean, he chose me right?
The deliveries continued for the next three hours. Each hour on the hour. Each gift with a sweet card from my amazing husband who was trying his damndest to get back in my good graces for missing our anniversary party. I received some beautiful white lingerie from my favorite little boutique on Fifth Avenue and a gorgeous pendant with a diamond drop that had to be at least three carats from that familiar little jewelry store. The final delivery caught me off guard.
“Mrs. Smith?” The delivery man asked, standing at the door with a huge box in his hands. It had a huge lavender bow on top and I couldn’t wait to see what was inside.
“Yes, that’s me,” I responded excitedly.
“Would you like for me to set this inside for you?”
“Uh, is it heavy?”
“A little.”
“Sure, bring it on in.”
Pulling the ribbon off of the box, I read the card: Gift #7 for my beautiful wife. I thought I might need one of these when I got home.
The box held a beautiful lavender doghouse. Complete with flower boxes on the little windows with white plastic daisies in them and an attached food and water bowl on the front of the house. It had a sign over the doorway that said “Smith” in bold block letters. The little house was adorable, but a little much for a practical joke. I still had to smile thinking that he had gone to that much trouble. He was a pretty funny guy.
When the delivery man started to leave, I handed him some cash and thanked him.
“Uh, I’ll be right back up. There’s some other things that go with this delivery.”
“Oh, okay. I can’t wait to see what other goodies my husband has in store for me.”
“I’ll be right back up.”
I sat and stared at the doghouse and smiled again. A few moments later the bell rang and the deliveryman walked in with one more large box and a large bag. It almost resembled a diaper bag. It was lavender and brown and when I took it from him I peeked inside and saw leashes, collars, chew toys, and several little doggie dresses? What the hell? Oh no. No, no, no.
The delivery man tried to hand me the big box with another huge lavender bow on it. “No. I don’t want it. Take it back.”
I could hear it whimpering.
Damn him!
“But ma’am, I can’t take her back. Your husband insisted you keep her.”
“Her? Oh no. I do not want a dog. Take. Her. Back.”
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