2 ZEE
Thewayhereyesglowed when he praised her sent a ripple of possession through his body and made him want to pound his chest.
HisElla.
Even after all these years.Even after all the times he failed.
She was still at his side.
Zee fully understood what a lucky bastard he was and swore never to take his wife for granted.
When the members had left and the club was quiet—when it was just him and her in the space she helped him create, his vision to which she gave her all to materialize—using the equipment was a ritual.
Like he was claiming what was his all over again.
This woman was his entire galaxy.
He noticed her mouth pursed, as if she was trying to hold back words, how tight her shoulders were, the tension around her eyes.
Zee chalked it up to her being stressed about the change in their routine or the girls—she hadn’t seen their daughters since Christmas and it had been a long time since she visited her best friend, Nora.
Or maybe her mind was chewing on stuff that she hasn’t shared with him yet.
But he knew how to give her relief.
He could have waited until they were home, but he wanted to end the night with her here, in his beloved club on the spiderweb.
He ran his hands up and down her bare legs, watching her brows furrow, the micro expression flicker across her face.
Rolling her skirt up, he dropped kisses along her delicate knees, down her legs then knelt, cursing himself for not grabbing a pair of kneepads.
He pressed his mouth against her silky panties and breathed in her scent, peace settling over him.
The only thing that mattered was what he and Ella had.He hooked his fingers on her waistband and rolled it down, revealing her bare pussy.Holding a palm against her mound, he pulled on the spiderweb, so her skin came right against his mouth.
“You are a very pretty fly.Do you feel caught?”He pressed a kiss on her inner thigh, and she shivered as he dropped kisses close to her pussy.
“I always feel like I’m yours,” Ella said with an amused tone, which made his heart flutter.“Though this is kind of precarious.Can’t say this is a comfortable contraption.The rope cables are digging into my back.”
“But you’re not entirely uncomfortable?”Zee glanced at her with a grin.
“No, Master.I can hold it for you.”
“Perfect.If it’s too much, you let me know.”
“I will.”
And because she was his good girl, and he trusted her as much as she trusted him, he pulled the thick cable, giving it a little bounce as he grasped her leg and pressed his mouth to her sensitive skin.
He flicked his tongue along her seam, sucking on her pussy lips.
Her taste coated his mouth, and he let out a groan of approval.
The faint smell of leather from the club’s furniture mingled with the sweet, sultry scent of her skin, his anchor.
“Oh!Master!”
He loved it when she made noise.
