“Come and try this. I think you’ll like it.”
I walk to him and stand between his legs. “Hello, husband,” I say, playing along. He reaches for me without hesitation andpulls me into his lap. I gasp. The affectionate gesture throws me for a loop, but only for a moment, because I’ll take any crumb of affection this man is willing to throw my way. I wrap one hand around his neck and take the cigar he’s offering me with the other.
“Who are you, and what have you done with my roomie? He goes by the name Raf, and he’s a grumpy-as-fuck lawyer.” I say as he arranges my legs across his. Before I take a toke on the cigar, I pause a moment to breathe him in, letting his spicy cologne with the merest hint of rich vanilla invade all my senses, enveloping me like a homecoming. It’s overwhelming and comforting all at once, just like the man willingly allowing me to melt into him, perhaps smoothing some of his rough edges at the same time.
He puts his mouth to my ear. “I think someone needs reminding she’s not in Texas anymore,” he growls before nipping at my ear. “Put your mouth around the tip and inhale, just enough to fill your mouth with smoke, but don’t take it into your lungs,” he instructs, the words rolling off his tongue, his voice like velvet.“Swirl the flavor in your mouth so you can taste it.”
I know we’re talking about the cigar, but all I can think about is using my mouth to do the same thing to him.God, how I want to taste him again. Feel his desire surge through him and straight into my mouth.
“Good girl, just like that.” His praise is doing nothing to quell my hunger for him.
“What do you think?” he asks, like he truly cares about my opinion. Like we’re equals for once and not enemies intent on spearing each other with vicious words.
“Hmmm, I think I need the full experience,” I tell him, leaning across for the scotch glass. He intercepts me and grabs it instead. He brings it to my lips, and I take a sip, humming inapproval as the smoky notes dance on my tongue. Raf continues to watch me, like he’s truly seeing me for the first time.
“Hmmm, that’s smooth. You’ve got good taste in scotch.”
“I don’t have many guilty pleasures, but good scotch and cigars are non-negotiable.”
Feeling emboldened by his lack of restraint, I try my luck.
“Is that so? I can think of another guilty pleasure or two you could enjoy.”
His eyes darken as he takes the glass from me. He takes another sip, before setting it down and taking a drag of the cigar. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulls me closer, placing his closed lips on mine. I part them slightly on instinct, letting him slowly blow rings of smoke into my mouth.
The air feels charged, and the control he usually wields to keep me at arm’s length is absent. Maybe fourth time’s a charm. I just know it will be even better than the third.
Iswirl the smoke that makes it into my mouth momentarily before pulling my lips to one side and exhaling. Raf doesn’t move his face away, and I use my tongue to trace the inside of his lips before dipping into his mouth. He follows my lead and swirls his tongue with mine in languid strokes, savoring the taste of his guilty pleasures. I melt into him and turn my body so I can straddle his lap instead, wedging my knees between his thighs and the armrest. If this stubborn man who’s always in control is going to give me an in, you can bet I’m going to take it. The skirt of my dress inches up with the new position, exposing my underwear in the process. He runs his hands up my thighs, his fingers toying with the multiple straps and hardware he finds there.
Fingering the silver hardware on my underwear before plucking at one of the elastic straps hard enough that it snaps back against my skin, he growls possessively in my ear, “Whatthe fuck are these, and why the fuck is my wife wearing them to a girls’ night out?”
“Last I checked, you don’t get a say in what underwear I wear—or who gets to see it.”
“Hmmm, true. And last I checked, I’m the one who fucked you so good, your pussy drips at the memory.” Taking hold of my top-knot, he gives it a firm pull so my neck is now exposed to him, the delicious bite turning me on just as much as his jealousy-laced reprimands. He latches on with his mouth and sucks hard. I hiss, taking pleasure in the pain. It tells me he feels something. It tells me I’m alive. Something I need reminding of when the darkness descends.
“I wear slutty underwear for me, and I decide if my husband should be so lucky to peel it off me. My body, my rules,” I say against his lips.
He chuckles low and dark, and it sends a shiver through me. “I think you’re forgetting who makes the rules around here, wifey,” he says, his fiery gaze flicking to my mouth before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth and drags them over it while slowly undoing the zipper down my back. He follows the same path with his fingertips. “Go stand in the middle of the room,” he commands.
Still holding onto the front of my dress, I climb off him and slowly walk backwards to stand where he’s instructed me to. He looks god-like leaning back into the oversized chair, legs spread wide, arms draped over the armrests, his strong, sexy forearms on full display. His dark eyes are now almost black pools lending a dangerous air to him.
“Drop the fucking dress, Little Devil.” I do as he asks and hear him suck in a breath as he takes in the black bondage-inspired lingerie.
“Spin.” Again I follow his command without hesitation so he can get the full view ofthe open-back briefs with strapscrisscrossing my ass, held by silver hardware and chains to match the satin half-cup push-up bra.
“Yeah, baby girl. You definitely need to be reminded how a good wife behaves,” he grits out, his control snapping at the realization of what I’m wearing. “Get on all fours. Now.”
“Or what, Daddy?”
“Don’t push it,” he warns, and the cruel edge to his tone, coupled with the way he’s looking down at me with possessive heat makes my pussy flutter in anticipation.
I make a show of getting on all fours and arching my back to push my ass out a little further, letting him catalogue every bit of my body.
“So what you’re actually telling me is according to your rules, yourwifemust wear slutty lingerie and get on her knees for you?”
“No, what I’m telling you is while you’re living in my house, we play by my fucking rules.”
“I’ve never been one for rules, baby.” I chuckle seductively. “But if you want to play house for real, all you gotta do is ask.”
