To say that I was not amused was the understatement of the century. I had not heard from Cade since that night and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to. Our pending nuptials were bad enough to digest, but my brain and body had also declared war on each other. Oh, my brain was staunchly in the Cade Amata can suck it camp and my body? Well, it was telling me what exactly he had sucked and how good he was at it. Fuck fuck and more fuck. Why did such a panty dropping man have to be attached to a personality like his? I groaned and put my head in my hands, another week had flown by, and we were one week closer to saying I do. He had said not to worry he would take care of the arrangements I simply needed a dress and bridesmaids, but that was a tall order. We also still had the small matter of rings to take care of, which needed to happen sooner than later. As if on cue my phone beeped, a text message alert.
Nikki was already there when I walked in, she took one look at me clutching the cold brew growler and smiled.“That good?”“That good” I confirmed with an eye roll, taking a swig of the coffee. She snickered. I briefly told her about my glorious faceplant, the red diamond and my near meltdown. She let out a low whistle.“You’ve had a day, but damn girl” she draped an arm around my shoulders. “You sure you up for this?”“I’m sure I don’t have a choice” I said, mustering a smile.“True” she nodded “and it should be fairly simple right? We know you don’t want to look like a puffball!” I laughed and nodded. That
I sucked in a breath as his eyes met mine, our gazes locked as he slowly approached. It reminded me of the night I met him, of the things he did to me. The things I did to him. I shuddered. His gaze was predatory, burning me with its heat. And damn if he didn’t look delicious. His tall form struck quite the form in a well-tailored suit jacket, a deep slate grey that seemed to shift colors as he moved; he wore it unbuttoned, a white crew neck T-shirt underneath which only served to highlight his dark features. His pants were black, and I couldn’t tell if they were jeans or slacks, tapering to his ankles in a very flattering form fitting way. His shoes were slick, black dress loafers and I swear my mouth watered looking at him, my body responding to him on a physiological level. I swallowed my coke, hard; and swiveled my chair to the bartender, breaking my gaze.“Can you make my next one a
I thought I had misheard him, but quickly realized I had not. Cade walked into the adjacent room and came back, holding a long length of bundled purple rope. Oh my. I swallowed, hard, and felt my throat tighten. This man had just made me cum with a flower and his hands, now he was going to tie me up? Just when I thought I couldn’t get any wetter I did. He placed the length of rope on the bedside table before laying down beside me, pulling me close to him. I inhaled his scent as he did, my nostrils flaring, he smelled of darkness and night if it had a smell. His arms wrapped around me, cradling me against his chest. I started to ask a question but bit it back. This was not the time to ask about his contradictory nature, this was the time to enjoy the attention he lavished on me; and I did not want to ruin what was to come with my questions. Cade Amata in real life and this fantasy Cade Amata, I knew which one I preferred. I felt his breath, warm
His lips pressed to the base of my neck, his free hand moving to my throat, around the collar, his other holding the leash at my waist. I felt the delicious scrape of his teeth as they grazed my burning flesh there. I dropped my head back, allowing him better access, his cock stiffening against me. I slitted my eyes open, taking in our forms in the mirror. Both of us naked, his larger body dwarfing my smaller one, at 6’5” he was taller than most anyone. The olive hue to his skin a contrast against my creamy white one, my curves and slopes punctuated by his hard lines and angles. In short, a study in opposites. He tugged lightly on the collar, his heated eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Follow me cor muem (my heart).” So, I did, following several footsteps behind him as he led me back to the bedroom. A million tho
Cade, per typical Cade I was learning, had been in minimal touch with me since we had sex; and while it had only been a few days part of me was a bit hurt, despite this being basically expected if his previous sexual times with me were anything to go by. Which was part of why I had jumped at the last-minute invitation to have lunch with him. We were closing in on our wedding date fast, and I was getting ancy so I figured he probably wanted to discuss the finer points of our “wedding,” and even if he didn’t we needed to talk regardless. He had said he would take care of everything, and I had the dress, but I had questions too as I did not want a large wedding, or a lot of media present. I knew the Amata’s were prevalent in society, and now I too would be under a microscope. Great, I couldn’t wait to be harassed by the paparazzi once they found out we were engaged or married, however long we could keep shit a secret for. Ca
Shocked didn’t even begin to cover it. I had gone to the address Cade had given me and while I had been expecting a mansion the small, understated house in front of me was what I ended up in front of. Pulling into the brick driveway of the quaint, deep grey house I took it all in. This was not what I was thinking it would be. There was a yard on either side, littered with a mish mash of shrubs and trees so that it appeared almost like a jungle. I had packed a small overnight bag, with a few outfits and the essential toiletries and makeup. I took a deep breath and talked to myself, I could and would do this; after all this was going to be my home soon and I needed to do some reconnaissance work. This was going to be where we lived, where we slept, where we did everything together.Where we fuck the thought crept unbidden into my head and I felt myself bl
I woke to find myself in quite a bind, and I did mean literally. My feet had soft cuffs around the ankles, and when I moved them, they had a little give, but not much. My wrists had suffered the same fate, the soft cuffs fastened securely around them as well. The cuffs were connected to each corner of the bed. Cade was notably absent. I struggled a little before settling back down, he wouldn’t leave me here, would he?“Cade?” I asked hesitantly and heard the soft pad of his footsteps.“Ah Sloane, you are awake. Are you comfortable?” I snorted at that.“As comfortable as I can be in this set up. Cade, what exactly is this for?” I asked, but in my mind I already knew. Cade was a dominant, and he was about to dominate me again. And a dirty, little secret part of me couldn
Cade’s fingers felt like heaven as they gently rubbed the sting of the flogger away. I registered in my fuzzy brain that he was still hard, as he had not cum yet; but had allowed me to do so twice. His erection was poking into my side, and I was doing my best to nuzzle him in my restrained position. Gently, carefully, he kissed me, as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him. The bed once again shifted as he got to his feet, his length swollen and hard, and I knew he had been fighting his own release. My eyes closed and I took a few deep breaths, mentally preparing myself for orgasm number three, as he had promised. Breathing in slowly, counting to four; then exhaling for the same count I felt my heart rate slow and my mind clear. Orgasms were something I had experienced plenty, but orgasm of this intensity were a whole different matter, never had a man had this much control over my body and known just what to do with it. The way he