I shrug. “When it comes to kinky shit, you’re the man. I’m just saying.”
“Shut up, woman. That’s an order.”
I clamp my lips shut and throw the key out.
“Where was I? Yeah, okay. It’s never been awkward to be us, not for us. We’ve grown into who we are. I’m willing to grow into who we need to be, as long as I get to do it with you,” he says.
He has broken out into a sweat. It’s too adorable. I can’t help the tears that fall.
Linking our fingers together, he looks up at me through his damp lashes. Those golden eyes arrest all brain function. Every word that follows is a struggle for me to keep up with. “I like that we’re us. Raw and unfiltered. I hadn’t been sure at first if you wanted to be a wife with all the conventional shit that comes with it. Then one morning, I got my answer.
“You were in the kitchen with the baby, making me bacon and eggs. The entire time you cooed to her about our family and how much you loved us both. I stood in the shadows watching you two. You were happy, we had a mission to go on later that day, but you were happy with our life. Our unconventional life. At the wedding you only confirmed what I had already seen.
“What you overheard me say to my brothers and cousins wasn’t entirely true. I had every intention of proposing. I just couldn’t allow them to ruin the plan. Wyatt and Noah already knew, which is why they were giving me shit.” He pauses and clears his throat.
“Roni, I’d rather be with you than without. You know you’re the one that I want. Will you marry me?”
I smirk. We’re unconventional so this deserves an unconventional answer. Reaching for the belt on my pants, I keep my gaze on him.
I release the belt first, then the button and zipper on my slacks. When the pants hit the floor, I kick them out of the way, causing balloons to fly and float around us. With my fingers hooked into my panties, I shimmy out of them.
John smiles and folds his arms over his chest. I sway to the music as I release the buttons on my blouse. His eyes grow dark as I allow the top to fall. Releasing my bra, I bite my lip and drop it to the floor.
However, my answer is in my next action. John and I have never had a true Dom and Sub relationship. I…I’ve never been able to bow my head to him or give over my complete submission. It’s been embedded into my subconscious for my safety to defy him and hold on to that piece of control.
Today, I drop to my knees and bow my head before John. I exhale before I say, “Understand the power in this action. I’ve just taken back all of my power in it. I’ve given you all of me, but I also allow my crown to rest with the one person I trust to cover me, my heart, and my throne. If I can’t rest with my king, I’ve chosen a joker and I deserve to have my head cutoff.
“I’ll be your best friend, your wife, and on any day, anytime, anywhere, I’ll be the escape you need, mind body and soul,” I say.
I can feel more than see him stand to his full height over me. He caresses my hair as my head remains bent. “I’ve never heard anyone explain our relationship better. I’m so in awe of you. That totally outdid my proposal just now, but yeah. That says it all.”
Only a man that understands me can be the man who earns all of me. I remain silent, awaiting his next command. He lifts my left hand and places the ring on it before planting a gentle kiss over the ring. I can’t help marveling at the intricate design and all the diamonds surrounding it as I drop my hand back to my lap.
He steps from his shoes and the sound of his belt is next. My mouth begins to water when he moves around. The whooshing of my own breath becomes so loud as I wait for him to completely strip down.
He moves behind me and leans into my ear. “I’m going to give you a choice. We do this sweet because we’re engaged and I’m trying to be gentle, or we fuck hard and dirty. You already know what that means. I’m going to abuse this body and knock your ass out for the night,” he whispers.
I grin. “Why are you asking, boss? I haven’t complained about our sex life once. Do you?”
John palms under my chin and tips my head all the way back until my back is arched and I’m face to face with his pulsing shaft. I open my mouth as he goes to feed me his long fat length. He pulls out after one pass but guides himself right back in.
“Hold on to my thighs and relax your throat,” he breathes.
I do exactly as he instructs as he thrusts his hips forward. I’m making that sound he loves, causing him to groan and grunt. I’m just getting started when he backs off. Saliva makes a trail from his tip to my lip.
He brushes it with his thumb and sticks his finger in my mouth. His face is so tight with lust. I’m praying he’ll pick me up and let me lock my legs around his neck while he eats my pussy upside down and I suck him off. It’s one of my favorite positions.
I know the moment something else comes to mind. We have to be pretty limited on what we can do here without our playroom and toys. He winks.
“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says.
I’ll never tell him how sexy he is when he puts all that bass in his voice and exudes dominance. I’m wet from the vibration of his voice alone. I wait, hoping like hell he’ll hurry up.
While he’s gone, I take another moment to look down at my ring. I’m getting married. After all the time I’ve spent in a box all to myself—not even when I was with Darius did I feel like I was with someone—now, I have my person.
“I knew you would like it. The size will grow on you,” John says when he returns.
“Where am I wearing this thing to?”
“Wherever you want. As long as you never take these off. I had planned to wait, but things changed,” he says, holding a pair of diamond cuffs in front of my face.
I reach for them but he snatches them back. “Oh no, baby. You’re going to earn these.”
“Here you go taking shit too far,” I say and look over my shoulder at him with a smile on my face. He laughs and shakes his head at me. “What do you need me to do for them?”
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Stand up for me.”
I stand and turn to face him. He has a few things on the coffee table that weren’t there before. My gaze bounces between him the dildo, butt plug, and wand.
“Wait, you’ve already filled this place up?”
“What do you think?”
“Oh, okay, we’re getting nasty, nasty, all right, John. I’m up for your naughty ass challenge,” I say.
He closes the gap between us. “Are you sure?”
“Try me.”
He stands the dildo up on the marble coffee table until the suction on the bottom adheres to the surface. With his gaze on me, he changes the song to “Bed” by J. Holiday. I laugh and he winks.
“Nice playlist,” I say.
“Thanks. Now get your ass on that table. I want you to bounce on that dildo for me.”
I tilt my head to the side and point. “On that one?”
He rolls his eyes. “You stayed in role for all of two seconds.”
“Oh, be quiet. I’m with you.”
I test the table with one leg, then climb on with the other. The trust I have for this man. Facing him, I lower onto the dildo and slide down. It’s not as snug a fit as when he’s inside, but it’s enough to pull a moan from my lips.