He drops our joined hands into his lap and stares at them for a beat.
“Is that the drug counselor in you talking or the wife?”
“It’s the wife,” I say softly.
Pulling my hands away from his, I throw my leg over his thigh and wind my arms around his neck. He inches back, allowing me room to straddle him and I meet his gaze. After a moment, I dip my head and brush my lips across his.
“Always the wife.”
Chapter Nine
Blackie
Ask most men how they prefer to be woken up in the morning and they’ll likely tell you a blow job. Most days I’d agree but opening my eyes and finding Lacey rocking her pussy against my morning wood trumps anything right now. The view alone is enough to get me off. Wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of panties, pinching her nipples as she finds her rhythm, she’s fucking gorgeous.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, meeting my eyes.
“Yeah,” I agree, moving my hands to her hips. Smiling at me, she goes still on my cock and drops her hands from her tits.
“I never gave you your surprise last night,” she says, tracing the music notes on my chest thoughtfully.
She gave me a pass last night and forgave me for my poor choices. Another man might’ve felt relieved that they had such a forgiving wife, but I just felt guilty. Lacey would never admit it, but I think a lot of her patience for me stems from her career as a social worker. Most people leave their job when they clock out but there’s no escaping her profession with me. After spending the day listening to the struggles of strangers, instead of binging on Chinese food and watching the movie she’s been itching to see, she comes home and deals with me and mine.
Once I came clean, we never put the movie back on. Those first few minutes where art imitated life was too much for me. I was no rockstar but in a lot of ways, I could relate to the character on the screen. He had everything at his fingertips, the fucking world was his, and yet it wasn’t enough. He still wrapped his hands around the bottle and snorted the pills he crushed with a shoe. I didn’t have to watch the rest of the film to know it ended tragically and that made me wonder if people looked at me and Lacey thinking we were just as doomed as the couple on the screen.
However, I didn’t want to ruin our night any more than I already had and I took my punishment and suffered through three episodes of The Bachelor. God must’ve taken pity on me because Lacey fell asleep before the idiot started handing out his roses on the third episode. I carried her up to bed and slid in beside her. Wrapping my arms around her, I recited the serenity prayer, and I soon fell asleep too.
Scrambling off my lap, my attention is directed back towards her and I watch as she bends over the edge of the bed, giving me a prime view of her magnificent ass. Round and itching for my hand.
A growl escapes my lips as she wiggles it in my face.
“Fuck the surprise,” I tell her. “Get your ass back over here.”
“Patience,” she teases, pulling open the drawer to her nightstand. “It’s worth it,” she adds as she grabs something from the drawer. I drop my head against the pillow and stare up at the ceiling as she closes the drawer. When I feel her position herself back on my lap, I angle my head and rake my eyes over her body. Teasing me some more, she keeps both hands behind her back and grinds against my cock.
Having had enough, I reach out to touch the scrap of lace covering her pussy.
“Give me it,” I order, sliding my finger under the lace.
“Don’t you want your surprise?” she asks coyly.
“No, I want your pussy.”
“You sure about that?”
Lifting my eyes to hers, I drive a finger inside her cunt. At the intrusion, her eyes roll, and she draws her lower lip between her teeth.
“Take your panties off, Lace, before I rip them off,” I say roughly as my dick twitches against her ass. Bringing her hands around, a black gift bag dangles off one of her fingers as she wraps her other hand around my wrist, stilling my hand.
“Baby—”
“It’s been a while since we walked the line between pleasure and pain,” she breathes softly. Taking my free hand, she drops the bag into my open palm. My eyes question hers as I reluctantly withdraw my fingers from her slick heat. “Well, open it,” she urges, tipping her chin towards the black bag in my hand.
Curiously, I pull out a piece of black tissue paper before shaking the contents of the bag onto my chest. My eyes narrow into tiny slits as I take in the items and swallow around the lump lodged in my throat. Lifting my head, my gaze meets hers as she worries on her lip and shrugs her shoulders feigning innocence.
“I’m inquisitive,” she explains, taking the spool of black silk rope from my chest. Taking the small paddle and the pair of nipple rings off my chest, I drop them on the mattress next to me and sit up, leaning my back against the headboard.
“Babe, I’m not…” I lose my train of thought as she unwinds the rope from the spool. Cupping one breast in her hand, she uses the other to wind the silky rope around it. Making a figure eight she loops the rope around the other breast and repeats the pattern. Snaking the cord around her back and pulls tightly. Her back arches with the snug fit of the silk against her skin.
“Lace, what are you doing?”
“What’s the matter, Blackie? Don’t you want to play with me?”
“It’s not a question of wanting to play, Lace, it’s a question if whether you can handle it or not.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out now, isn’t there?” she questions, drawing the end of the rope through her cleavage. Pushing her breasts together, she tightens the knot. Her senses heighten as the blood rushes to her tits and a blush tints the creamy skin around her nipples. My cock jerks as a result and I know for certain if I touch her right now, she’ll go off like a firecracker.
“Christ, Lace, c’mere,” I hiss. Cupping the back of her neck, I lean forward and go to take her mouth, but she turns her head and my lips graze her cheek instead. Pulling back, she grabs the nipple clamps from the mattress and gently presses them against my chest.
“Will you put them on?”
Eyeing me through the fringe of her lashes, her voice shakes.
Lacey didn’t know shit about pleasure and pain. Every single sexual experience the girl has had, every orgasm, it’s all been delivered to her by my capable body…my hands, my tongue…and my fucking cock. I’ve shown her how to test her limits and ride out her senses and I did it without fucking toys.
Taking the nipple clamps from her hand, I toss them to the side and bring my hands to her hips.
“I’ll give you what you need girl, but I’ll do it my way and if you don’t get off, if you don’t get that high, you’re searching for, then and only then will I put those fucking things on you.”
Keeping my eyes pinned to her face, my hands travel up her sides, brushing the curve of her breasts. At the gentle touch, her body shutters and a soft mewl slips past her lips.
“You with me, girl?”
Her eyes find mine through the fringe of her lashes and once she gives me a slight nod, I go to work on her. My hands cup her oversensitive tits and push them even closer together. Cocking her head to the side, she lowers her eyes and watches as I bring my thumbs to her nipples. The moment they roll over the tiny buds, a hiss sounds from her mouth and her thighs clench mine.