6 months later
“Cezar, where are you taking me? You know I have my training with Shera in a few hours.” After taking over the family, there was a lot of showboating and grandstanding that too place after. A few skirmishes broke out, we had to fight with a few of the captains and higher-up men in the organization, but everything had calmed down after we took care of those that didn’t fall into line. So, business as usual.
I was able to contact Shera Boswell, the woman Arek called in to verify my blood, to get trained in the art of being a chovihani. We had to get help from Rasmus Hovsepian to get in contact with her, which cost us a future favor to the Hovsepain family, but it was worth it. I got to learn a lot about my people and what we believed.
It was quite an experience to go into the woods for a few days and connect with nature, to learn how to read the signs of my dreams, and to recognize when the moon goddess was talking to me. It was a lot, but at the same time, it felt right, like I had made the right decision all along.
“That old lady can take a backseat today. Today is special.”
I stumbled, grabbing his hands for dear life, wishing the blindfold would just untie on its own, but this was Cezar. There was no way it wasn't tight and knotted to perfection.
“Careful, careful, there are some steps here. Nan says you need more work on your balance.”
Gritting my teeth, I reminded myself that Nan was a beloved person in his life, and I was not to yell at her and tell her to keep her mouth shut. While Cezar had a hard time with Cal, Nan was the nosy one that I had a hard time with.
Toeing my way through each step carefully, Cezar growled out and hoisted me up. “I don't want to wait anymore.”
Hooking my arms around his neck, I breathed him in, loving his natural earthy, woodsy musk. “What’s the occasion?”
He scoffed under his breath, “Of course you don't know,” but just left it at that. He finally set me down on my feet, lifting both arms above my head and he whispered in my ear, “Do you know how beautiful you are to me? Every curve, every shape, every inch of this body is carved to perfection.” He moved so his body was against mine, “and you're all mine,” his breathless words on my neck caused my skin to quake.
All three of them had this obsession with me being theirs, and while they did, in fact, share me, when I was with each of them individually, they liked to make their mark, reminding my body and soul who had ownership. It was fine with me because they’re all mine, and there was no changing that.
The clinking of metal sounded and I stiffened, feeling both hands now in shackles above me. “Cezar?”
Instead of responding, he tugged the top of my dress down, my breast on full display as he rolled both nipples between his fingers, the fiction causing me to be breathless. Soon, a familiar clamped feeling was on my nipples and a cool chain dropped down, swinging right below my chest.
Before I could talk, his hands gripped my thighs, his fingers walking their way up my dress and to my hips, hooking my panties with two fingers and running them down my legs slowly. I exhaled, getting the idea of where this way was going, and I liked it.
Pillow-soft lips kissed their way up my inner thigh, making them tremble when he bit down on a sensitive spot right at the same time he yanked on the chain.
“Oh, Cezar,” my words took on a heady edge, already wanting more, faster.
With my eyes blinded, I was listening to everything. The movement of the fabric of his pants, his heavy breathing down below, the clanking of the metal as my arms fisted, the occasional coolness of the metal chain that swung against my chest, all of it enveloping my senses. I could even taste the dampness in the air, smelling the woods at a distance, knowing we’re not in the core of the city.
His response was to swipe his tongue along my center, and I cried out. Tugging on my restraints as I wanted to sink my hands into his silky locks and control his movements. Letting out a frustrated grunt, he smiled along my pussy, breathing out a puff of a laugh as he cooed, “Such a greedy Roma.”
He swung both of my legs over his shoulders, gripping my thighs in both hands, his thumbs pushing my skin to make my center on full display before he ate me out like he was a man on death row and got his last meal.
Since I was just hanging, I had zero control, no way to push or move, and I desperately thrust with all of my core at his face, chasing that coiled pleasure he was building inside of me.
Each swipe, lick, and suck, my pulse skyrocket, and my muscles clenched. The adrenaline buzzed right underneath my skin, wanting more, wanting to fall over the edge, and he kept reeling me back as he changed speeds.
Just when I was about to yell at him to fuck me, he shoved something cold and hard inside me, pumping it in and out of me, spreading my arousal around, and my whole body shook. “Yes,” I moaned, needing something to clench onto.
He chuckled again, and I envisioned him looking up at me with his lips and chin glistening, such a stunning sight that it made me even more turned on. “That's just the start, my roma.” A click sounded, and suddenly, a buzzing came from the cool metal item and shook me from the inside out. The vibrations were sharp and deep, blending that line of pain and pleasure that made my eyes cross as he kept up the pace of the item. Was he using the shock wand but backwards?
“Oh. Oh, yes. Fuck. Yes!”
Another click and the vibrations clicked up a notch, almost becoming painful, except he wrapped his lips around my clit and flicked his tongue back and forth, causing my body to clench up.
Just when the heat began to spread, taking my body by storm, the sound of a heavy metal door opened, and Nicu’s voice followed. “So you got her good and prepped? I’ve been holding a half hard-on ever since you put us on speaker.”
Cezar stopped, kissing the inside of my trembling thighs before removing whatever it was inside of me. “Well, I wouldn't be a goodfirsthusband if I didn't help you two out. It's a lot of responsibility being the first.” Something ran up my leg and a small shock of electricity hit my thigh, making me twitch in excitement.
He always enjoyed playing that card, rubbing it in their faces, and I didn't mind because it was kinda true. He was the only one, right from the get-go, who wanted me and knew we were meant to be. The voices told him so.
Someone lifted the back of my dress and smacked my ass hard. I cried out at the pain that took the edge off the orgasm I was denied, making it so I could finally breathe. “I don't think she’s nearly ready enough for us.” Nicu’s sneer had my competitive side rearing its ugly head around.
