by Blue Saffire
I dip my head and place a kiss of worship against her belly. I close my eyes when her fingertips run through my hair and graze my scalp. I flick my tongue against her chocolate skin and Sephora hisses out a breath.
Her fingers lock in my hair and tighten, as she tugs my head back. She is biting her full bottom lip, and her eyes are filled with lust. I bite back a groan.
“You’re taking too long, Baby,” She purrs with that mischievous smile on her lips. “Let’s go.”
I smirk back and nod my head. I am more than turned on right now. I lift my hands up to push the fabric from her shoulders. It floats to the floor, and I reach around to unclasp her bra. I gather the straps with my fingertips and pull them down. Her breasts bounce free as the cups release their tight hold.
Instead of cupping one of her heavy mounds and sucking it into my mouth, I drop my butt back onto my heels, drop my head and place my hands on my thighs. I hear more than see Sephora move away from me and across the room.
I don’t move as I hear her settle across the room. A few minutes go by before the room fills with music. It is a song I added to the playlist because I have heard Sephora listening to it on repeat. I remember the title of the song being Addicted. If I am not mistaken the artist is Tweet.
“I’m waiting, Honey. You are still wearing too many clothes, pet,” Sephora giggles.
I smile broadly, but I let her have her fun. I loosen my tie and pull it off, tossing it with the pile of her clothes. I shrug my suit jacket off next.
“Slow down, Baby. Feel the music,” Sephora instructs in a sultry voice. I tilt my head to the side, but I don’t look up at her. “I want to see your face, Love, look at me.”
At her command, I lift my head and look to find her seated on the throne that I left in the center of the room from the last time we were in here. Locking eyes with her I push the button to my shirt through the loops one by one.
Sephora sits on the throne looking sexy as sin, with her legs across and her hands on the armrests. Since the last time I had my eyes on her, she has found something to pull her hair up into a messy bun. I want to say fuck this and take control back so that I can devour her, but I hold myself in check and start to sway with the music as I pull the shirt from my body and toss it aside.
Sephora’s eyes dance with amusement as I really get into this striptease. I lift to my feet and toe off my shoes. I pull my socks off next and release my belt and unfasten my pants. I roll my hips as I come out of my pants.
I can’t help the cocky grin on my face when Sephora’s eyes drop to my full erection. I never get tired of her reaction to my hard cock. My cock jerks as she licks her lips.
Instead of following through on what my cock wants I drop to my knees once again. I don’t drop my head, however. I watch Sephora, taking in the way her thoughts cross her face. I can see her hunger for sex, but I also see her look at the food I had brought in for her.
She is so adorable. I have to fight not to make the decision for her. When she comes to a decision, she crooks her finger for me to come to her. I go to stand to move forward, but she barks out for me to halt.
“On your knees, Slave. Crawl to me,” she rolls her lips in to suppress her laugh, and I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t believe that I will actually follow through with her command.
Well, I shock the shit out of my wife when I drop to all fours and start to crawl towards her. That’s when Sephora shocks the hell out of me. I see the transformation. The moment she truly becomes a domme and me her sub.
That’s it, Baby. Good girl, take control. I’m all yours.
~ B~
Sephora
I can’t believe he is doing this. I thought he was joking, but the moment he dropped to all fours obediently, it clicked into place. I know Nick, and this is his way of rewarding me on a level that no one else would ever understand.
Nick doesn’t give up control. I have never topped in our relationship in any way. Suddenly, I feel the power he is handing me course through me. I uncross my legs and sit up straighter. I stretch one of my legs forward and point my toes as if to let him know that is the spot I want him to stop in.
I relish in the feel of power as I watch Nick crawl to me in slow motion like a panther spotting his prey. It is just natural to him, inbred into every cell, every pore, but what he doesn’t see is that I will be the one that pounces.
Or maybe he does. The smile that curves the corners of his lips tells me he does. His green eyes tell me that he is ready, and the stiff rod between his legs tells me that he is more than willing.
He stops right before me, sitting back onto his heels. I drag the tips of my toes from his left thigh to his chest. I watch his eyes drop hungrily to the apex of my thighs.
I tilt my head at him and lick my lips. “I’m hungry, Nicholas. Feed me, you can start with the grapes. They look delicious,” I purr with confidence I never knew I had.
“Yes, my Queen,” Nick replies with no hesitation. He reaches for the platter of fruit and grabs a bunch of grapes.
I drop my foot from his chest and let my legs fall open as I welcome him in between them. Nick moves right into the waiting space and lifts the first grape to my lips. I take it into my mouth. I moan and roll my eyes as the taste of the delicious juicy grape bursts in my mouth.
Nick bites his lip as he continues to feed me the grapes. I can see the struggle in his eyes. I continue to munch on the grapes like I have all the time in the world.
“I’ve had enough,” I say and fan the grapes away. “I want you to have something to eat, Nicholas. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, my Queen,” he rasps.
“Good, because I want you to make a meal out of my pussy,” I say with a straight face.
I watch Nick’s jaw drop and his nostrils flare. I have never been so bold in my words. He is always trying to get me to use dirty talk.
I watch his eyes go from a dark green to nearly black. I should have known he would take his orders literally. Nick gets rid of the rest of the grapes and reaches for a bottle of caramel syrup I had not noticed.
He wraps an arm around my waist and drags my hips to the edge of the chair. His hand then glides back around my waist and down my leg, until he gets to my ankle and he lifts my leg onto his shoulder.
Nick takes the caramel sauce and makes a trail from my inner thigh down to the apex of my thighs. Putting the bottle down, he turns his attention to my caramel covered flesh. I really have to learn to be mindful of what I ask for.
Nick starts to flick his tongue over the caramel in circular motions as he makes his way from my knee to my mound. Every now and then he sucks on my skin pulling a moan from my lips. I am so wet by the time he does make it to the sticky sauce, dipping into my own juices.
“Yes,” I moan out when his tongue finally flicks over my clit. I buck my hips wanting more.
Nick doesn’t give in to devouring my core, however. He reaches for the caramel, before reaching for my other leg and repeating it all again. When he makes his way to my core, this time, I have plans.
I lock my fingers in his hair and hold him in place. Nick groans into my heat, but he starts the feast I commanded him to have. It feels like his mouth and tongue are everywhere. One minute he is lapping at my folds that next he is sucking on my clit, and then he is tonguing my core.
It feels so good, and it is exactly what I need. My legs start to quiver on his shoulders, and I know I am so close, but I want him inside me before I come. I tug his hair, and his head lifts for his eyes to meet mine.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
Nick growls. He slips through my legs until he is chest to chest with me. My legs lock tightly around his waist. I can feel his erection nudging at my center. I wiggle my hips, and he pushes forward.
I reach for his hair and tug his head back. His eyes lock on mine as he works his hips, but I am controlling the pace with the hold my thighs have on him. He is gorgeous like this.
His cheeks have turned red fr
om his tight hold on his restraint. His body is glistening with sweat, and the way it is moving into me is such a turn on. I drop my eyes to watch our joining. This is always so hot to me.
His thick length strokes into me, and I cream just from the sight. Nick grunts and my eyes snap up to his. The look on his face is boarding on pain. I release his hair and claw my nails down his back, causing him to shudder.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I lean to whisper in his ear. “This is killing you isn’t it,” I breathe.
Nick grunts in response.
“Thank you for this gift, Baby, but I know you are still topping. You can’t help it. Now take what’s yours,” I whisper.
“Christ,” Nick growls
In one swift motion, I am in his arms, and he is lifting to his feet. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he starts to guide me up and down his shaft as he devours my mouth. I cry out into his mouth.
I love him so much for trying to hand over control. It makes this so much more special. I can feel myself squeezing his cock deep inside of me. I won’t be able to hold out this time. Nick knows it too.
He tightens his hold on my ass and really starts to pound up into me. I know from his breathing; he is about to blow too. Nick licks from my shoulder up to my ear.
“You are so fucking hot when you take control. You make me proud to have you as my wife, Baby. Now give me what I need,” he hisses out.
And I do because he is the king of my world and he owns this shit every time. Just this once he allowed me to rule and it was fun while it lasted, but I know my man is no beta. Gotta love him for trying, though. It’s the thought that counts.
chapter Twelve
Find Him
Nick
“What do you have for me,” I ask grumpily.
“Not much. This makes no sense. We are not lurking in the shadows to find this dude anymore, but he seems even harder to lock down. This shit is pissing me off,” Wyatt grumbles from across the table from me.
I came into Black and Lock this morning to find out where we are with finding this prick. With the babies in the picture now I need this all to go away for good. I’m not fucking around anymore.
“You can’t be any more pissed off than I am,” I huff.
“I can start Sephora’s training back up now that you guys are back,” Noah offers.
“That won’t be happening,” I sigh and rub my jaw. “She’s pregnant…with twins. I’m not letting her tussle around with you anymore.”
“Then she needs to learn to handle a gun,” Ryan chimes in.
I glare over at him. I know he means well, but I am not allowing Sephora to handle a gun. This shit is just pissing me off more by the second. She shouldn’t have to worry about anything except bringing our children into this world.
I have intentionally avoided asking her what all she has found out. I still don’t want her involved in this. I don’t want her stressing about it either.
“No, I have Winston with her twenty-four seven and Kevin has brought in a team from Greece. She doesn’t need a gun,” I shake my head.
“Nick, I think Ry has a point. Most of our women can handle,” Joe Black interjects. “You never know when it can save someone’s life.”
I trust Wyatt’s dad, and I respect his opinion, but I am not budging on this. Sephora is not learning to use a gun. Not now, while she is carrying my children. I was scared out of my mind in that restaurant when Sephora almost fainted right onto her face. Let’s not even talk about how hard it had been for me to let Noah train her and kick her ass without jumping in to help her.
No, I will not allow her to go off shooting a gun. “I appreciate your concern, Joe, but I’m not comfortable with that,” I shake my head.
“Then I think it is best that Brooklyn begins to shadow her. He’s here to help. He has as much invested in finding this scumbag as you do,” Joe says.
I snort. “I doubt that. This is about more than money for me.” I snarl. My jaw is tight, and I can feel the tension building within. This is about my family, not the money everyone stands to lose.
“I wasn’t talking about money, Nick. You are family. My boys, as well as my nephews, see you like a brother, whether you know this are not. You made the choices you have, but I think I can speak for most hidden parties when I say that we would have backed you if you took this to war a long time ago,” Joe says giving me a knowing look.
I had always believed that I could have smoothed things over with the Locatelli family and the O’Brien clan had I chosen to. At the time though I didn’t see the point in financially ruining so many people.
I nod. “Thanks,” I mutter.
“You don’t have to thank me. Brooklyn will watch out for Sephora until we have a handle on this. I think Ry and Brax were too close. Let’s see if we can get this fucker to make a mistake,” Wyatt says.
“I need him found,” I huff.
“I know, Son. We are on it,” Joe reassures me.
chapter Thirteen
Distractions
Nick
That meeting did not go as I had planned. I was sure that Wyatt and his family would have found something for me to go on, over the last four weeks. They are the best at what they do.
Honestly, this is what concerns me the most. The son of a bitch has been out there watching our every move, but we have yet to pin him down. Kevin has exhausted his resources and those too, have a far reach.
I think I am going to have to break down and ask Sephora what she knows. As much as it kills me, it has become my last recourse. Her safety is important to me.
I enter the guest bedroom that I had converted into an office for Sephora, Kimmie, and even Regina, on days she comes to work at the house. It used to be the second master bedroom.
I stop in the doorway as I hear Sephora’s excited voice. She looks adorable in her glasses and a messy bun. She is wearing an off the shoulder grey sweatshirt and shorts. Her feet are tucked under her as she sits at one of the desks talking while on her laptop.
“This looks great, Mark. We could do so much with this platform. If you give me a few days I can work on the interface and have it back to you,” Sephora says excitedly.
“I want to tweak a few elements as well, so take your time. I mean it’s not like we are going to do anything with it,” Mark’s voice comes through the speakers on her tablet. I step into the room a little more to see they are on Facetime.
What catches my eye is the video game on Sephora’s laptop. The design is mind blowing and so clean. I’ve had a game or two shopped to me over the years, but I passed the opportunities by. They were never up to the standards I would be willing to put my name on.
“Hey, Nick,” Mark calls as he waves and alerts Sephora to my presence.
She had been so engrossed in the game on her screen that she hadn’t noticed me entering the room. I move behind her and place my hands on her shoulders. Bending, I kiss the top of her head.
“Hey, Mark, what are you two up to,” I ask as I take in more of the game.
Mark and I had a little sit down while Sephora was away planning the wedding. I know how much his friendship means to her. There is no need for him to sulk while breaking her heart over feelings she never requited and something that was never going to happen.
I just so happened to make sure that said meeting happened at Smoke and Sheets. Sephora was right, the waitress Bailey was interested in Mark, and once we had a few words to end his little obsession with Sephora, I gently pointed out Bailey’s interest.
Bailey is a gorgeous girl. She didn’t need much help from me. Once Mark gave her his attention he was a goner. I left the club certain that Mark and I had an understanding and that his time would be occupied by a certain curvy little waitress.
Mark definitely has a type. His type just isn’t allowed to be my wife anymore. I can handle their friendship because it makes Sephora happy. Mark and Kimmie are a part of a world Sephora doesn’t even realize, she doesn’t share with others
. She is in her most natural state around those two. I would never want to see her lose that, not even over my own bitter jealousy.
“Nothing,” Sephora says quickly and gets ready to close her laptop.
I see Mark frown at Sephora on the screen, but he doesn’t say anything. Something tells me that Mark is more interested in getting this game out there than Sephora seems to notice. I now remember him mentioning something about a game, months back.
I reach to push the laptop back open. I bend down closer to Sephora’s face and lean in to get a better look at the screen. I can see Sephora biting her lip nervously out of the corner of my eye.
“It’s just something we have been playing around with for a while,” Sephora says softly.
“How long is a while. This looks amazing,” I reply becoming engrossed in the screen.
Mark snorts from the tablet. “Since sophomore year,” he offers.
“Mark,” Sephora hisses.
I move to lift her from the chair and sit, placing her into my lap. My hands go to her belly on instinct. I haven’t been able to keep from touching her tummy since John told us we are having twins.
I kiss the side of her face. “Why are you hiding this from me,” I whisper in her ear.
“It’s nothing. We’re just playing around,” Sephora shrugs.
“You’re lying to me, and it isn’t nothing, it is amazing,” I whisper in her ear.
“So…uh…yeah, I’m going to go. IM me if you need anything, Sophi. I’ll let you know when I’m all done,” Mark says and quickly ends the connection.
I turn Sephora’s face toward mine. “I don’t talk about my game designs because they’re mine,” Sephora shrugs.
“Well, you’re mine. I want to know everything about you. I already know you took a few college courses that were off track,” I shrug back. “This looks amazing. What do you plan to do with it? Were you thinking of shopping it,” I ask.
“We’ve just been messing around. It’s gotten a lot better,” Sephora pauses and sighs. “You want the truth?”
“Yes, Baby. You know I do,” I reply.
“Okay, I love game design. I love my work at FLI too, but I would love to open a gaming company. Mark and I have so many ideas, and we have worked on a few. This one is just the one that we have given a little special love to,” Sephora replies and bites her lip as she looks at me through her lashes.
