“Oh, what a sheltered life you’ve led,” she winked.
I felt like I was in for trouble.
Sheltered?
“Oh Tesoro…I feel like this is a challenge to my manhood. Sheltered hardly.”
She came in close and seductively. “When I get done sucking the soul from your body, and it belongs to me…don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Her words caused a shiver to run down my spine. My other hand caught her by her throat and thoughts of taking her up against the side of the building pounded away in my mind.
“Dangerous words, Tesoro…”
“True…but I’m hungry and this is for later,” she licked her lips and indicated the Fruit Roll ups in her hands.
The inside of the restaurant was cozy and intimate. We ordered small dishes and the wine began to flow. I found myself laughing at our first meeting.
“I was pissed when you barged in,” Diamond stated. “I was in the middle of an orgasm.”
“The mayor didn’t seem too pleased about it either,” I assured her.
“I want you to know…I’m rebuilding The Diamond,” my wife spoke, her tone a little more serious. “No secrets. I just needed to get that out there.”
A hiccup escaped her lips, and I don’t know if it was the romantic atmosphere, or the need to have her in my arms but I stood. Holding out my hand, I asked her to dance. Right there in the middle of the dance floor, I wrapped my arm around her waist. We could have stayed like that for an eternity, listening to the soft violins and the soft voice of some long forgotten Italian woman singing of love’s austere and lonely comforts.
“I would very much, like for you to make love to me,” Diamond lifted her head.
“When?”
“As soon as possible,” she replied.
That was all it took. I paid and we were like the wind in the sails of a ship. I couldn’t wait to oblige my wife and find out exactly what having my soul sucked from my body felt like.
Chapter20
Diamond
I practically shredded the white box, pulling the top open. My eyes met Thierry’s as he relaxed on the bed. He was ready and waiting. And he for sure was willing as hell. He’d been intrigued by the idea of a fruit roll up most of the evening.
Pulling out the silver foil packet, I waved it around like the Golden Ticket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Someone was indeed about to get lucky.
A smile made its way onto my face and I used my teeth to undo the silver foil. There was a slight tearing sound that filled the air. My core was already starting to heat up in between my legs. I was moist and ready.
First thing first, I thought.
Slowly, I unwound the plastic from around the strawberry flavored snack. Holding the red rectangle up, I saw Thierry was licking his lips.
“Stand up….and drop your fucking pants!” I commanded.
For just a second, I had flash backs of being inThe Diamond. That was where I’d learned to control men with their deepest desire. Right now, in this very moment my husband wanted to be controlled by me. It was against his very nature but he wanted this experience.
He hopped to his feet, about to peel his shirt from his chiseled body. The shirt was inches from being pulled from his frame.
“Aht, aht!” I chided him and wagged a finger.
He stopped. “Wha…what’d I do wrong.”
I came closer, my hand rubbing over his taunt stomach. Muscles corded under my touch. “I’m glad that you know you did something wrong, husband. You didn’t follow direction.”
