He plans to bind me all the way.Swallowing, I push past my reservations and do as asked.
I’m anchored to the frame posts, chewing my lip, and my eyes follow him around the room as he remains silent.My nerves show when he disappears into the closet.I hear him rifling around, and when he comes back with another silk tie and a bottle of oil, I’m not sure what to make of it.
“Wh-wh-what are you going to do?”Being blindfolded makes me anxious, but that’s exactly what he does before lifting my head and placing a pillow beneath it.
“I only want you to relax, mama, enjoy my hands and mouth attending to your body’s every need.”My breathing slows, but my body trembles as I sense him moving around.I jump when he places a warm hand on my thigh and begins to massage.“Do you trust me, Noa?”
Groaning as his fingers dig into the tense muscles, I lick my dry lips.“I do; I’ve just never done anything like this before.”My quivering voice fills with anticipation and excitement that can’t be hidden.His warm breath blowing along my side elicits a whimper, and when his tongue flicks out against my nipple, my body arches for more.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the peaked bud.A mewl escapes when he sucks the tip into his mouth, and Carmine chuckles.The sound vibrates my entire breast.He won’t release me, but doesn’t take more.“Patience, mama.”
Finally drawing back, he shifts on the bed and kneels between my legs.The coarse hair on his thighs scratches the inside of mine, and I instinctively try to spread wider for him, but my bindings restrict me.
A second later, he pops the top of the oil, and his hands cup my belly, massaging it in and easing some of the tightness I always feel.“I have a friend who is going to come tape up your belly tomorrow to relieve some of the weight of this beautiful life we’ve created.”
“How do you always know what to do for me?”The man is so intuitive.It’s likely because this isn’t his first time, but he reads me like an open book.
He covers my body, breathing into my lips, “It’s my job to know everything you need before you do, mama.”His tongue flicks across the seam of my lips.“It’s my absolute pleasure to ensure you’re every desire is met too.”Kissing his way back down my body, I finally feel him where I want him most as he inhales sharply, then exhales slowly across my sex.Leaving me a bundle of aching need for his touch.
“Please, Carmine, don’t tease me.”My legs eagerly wrap around his hips while my fingers itch to scrape across his scalp and take handfuls of hair in my hand.
“Never,” he mutters, his lips brushing across my skin, finally feeling his tongue lap at me like a fresh bowl of cream.
Moaning, his fingers dig into my thighs, trying to split me wider as he opens his mouth and licks up and down my pussy.Drinking me in, sending little currents of pleasure through my core and up my body.
I close my eyes, even blindfolded, my teeth sinking into my lip, forcing my body to relax and remain limber.Other senses heighten, and my hearing picks up way more than I thought.Good god, is it obscene.I’ve never had a man go down on me before.I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, but there’s something carnal about Carmine feasting on me like I’m his last meal.
It’s endless, inspiring, addictive pleasure.I never want it to end, but then he nips at my clit, sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, and I scream a little too loudly as a powerful orgasm blasts through my veins like fire.Lighting me up from the inside out, causing my ears to ring as he continues foisting more of his torture on me.It hurts, but feels so damn good, nonetheless.Far more addicting than I ever thought possible as he releases me and peppers little kisses all around my sex before sucking on the tendon at the crevice of my thigh and pelvis.When he bites down, I enter this euphoria of pain and pleasure that steals all thought and sense.
Minutes, maybe hours, pass before he finally unties me and begins massaging my limbs to get the blood flowing again.His lips move as I watch him, but I don’t hear a word he says.I’m stuck in this pleasure-bound state where nothing else matters, and all I want to do is sleep so I can recover and do it all again tomorrow.
CHAPTER15
Carmine
Noa has been home for a week now, taking care of herself, the baby, and the kids.She’s settled into her life here at my home more smoothly than I ever imagined after hurting her with the ambulance debacle.I’ll make up for that for the rest of my life, even if she’s forgiven me.
Joey opens up more and more.Emma latches onto me the minute I enter a room, and Kylie, that girl, sweet as can be, but boy, has she turned into a little tyrant.Bossing everyone around, assuring that her mom and siblings are taken care of.Even going so far as to demand that I give Noa foot massages every night because she saw it in a movie.
Now, I’m not saying she’s wrong, or right for that matter, but I hadn’t expected to be living my life at the direction of a six-year-old.Joey snickers every time I give in too.The little shit just loves the way those girls get away with everything.
I have a tough time saying no to them, knowing the life they’ve had.Noa tells me I need to stop spoiling them so much.I beg to differ.Today, she’s gone shopping with Aura and Odette while the kids are in school, buying things for the baby’s nursery.
While they spend a small fortune, because that’s what I told my daughters to do, Jermaine and I meet Holy at the warehouse, while Malice keeps an eye on the girls.After Vincent’s men showed up at my home, pointing a weapon at my woman, I’m leaving nothing to chance.Not that those men lived to tell the tale.I put a bullet in each of their heads before they could beg for their lives.
Holy unlocks the warehouse door where Vincent has spent the week tied to a chair.Offered one bottle of water a day and two pieces of buttered bread to stay alive.The man went too far, carving into my pregnant, soon-to-be wife.
“Vincent.”My booming voice startles him awake from his position in the middle of the building.“How are you?”
He sneers at me, spitting on the ground as I walk closer.“How do you think?”
Holding out a hand, I am passed a bottle of water from one of the men we had watching him.
“Everyone out.”No one needs to be here for this next part.Dragging one of the chairs over, I sit a foot in front of Vincent.My shirt sleeves already rolled up, and I twist the cap off the water, offering it to him.He’s skeptical at first, but his need wins out, and he nods.Pouring some into his mouth, I wait for him to swallow before asking, “Better?”
He grunts.“What the fuck do you want?”
“Do you think I don’t know what you did?”Blessedly, a plastic surgeon worked on the wound and is confident that, with time and healing, the scar will go unnoticed.
