Black Widow (35 page)

I’m not sure what’s more odd, the fact that I’m staying at his house or the fact that it doesn’t feel weird at all?

I love how comfortable we are with each other and how loving he is toward me. I’m in absolute heaven. He’s constantly taking care of me, making sure I have everything I need and helping me take care of my bandages.

The most amazing part, we haven’t even had sex yet. I’ve been here a week now and we just cuddle. Wrapped in each other’s arms sleeping all night.

His work is, thankfully, starting to pick back up and he was able to secure some of the contracts that started to stray when everything happened, so, for the first time, he’s leaving me alone to go in for a meeting.

I can tell he’s nervous about leaving me but I’m not afraid. I’m actually excited because I have a plan. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending this time with him wrapped in each other’s arms but it’s time for us to get back to who we truly are. There is no way we’re going back to the club, at least not yet, so I’m going to turn this place into the club. I think I need it just as much as he does.

I think he’s afraid he’ll hurt me but I’m ready to prove to him that I’m back, and that starts with removing these bandages for good.

I stand in front of the mirror, examining the new me. Inhaling deeply, I remove the last bandage and stare at the scar from my eye down to my mouth. It’s deep, red and my face is slightly caved in.

Tears fill my eyes as I quickly wipe them away. I will not let this ruin me, or the woman I was so happy to finally become. This scar doesn’t change anything about who I am inside. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Preston wants me, bandaged, scared and all.

So that is what he’ll get.

His meeting is only supposed to last an hour so I don’t have much time to make this place special. I know he would be ok with us having sex on a bed, like normal people, for our first time back together but I want it to be more like who we are. I need to bring that part back into my life.

For me, for us and for Becca.

I want him to know that he doesn’t have to be different with me now, or even gentle. I want the exact man who first caught my attention all those months ago and rocked my world every day since.

My idea is to set up a semi dungeon room with ropes, floggers and a spanking bench. I’ve been peeking around, looking for ways to make it happen and I think I’ve got it all figured out.

With ropes from the draperies in the living room and a flogger I found in a drawer when I was putting my clothes away, my scene is almost set.

Figuring out the spanking bench was the hardest part but I found a box up in the hall closet that was full enough that I don’t think it will collapse from my full weight on it. I placed a pillow from the couch over it and covered it with a dark red, very soft blanket I found in a trunk in front of his bed.

The room is dark, minus the lit tea light candles I have covering the dressers, making the room glow.

After dressing in black lace lingerie with a garter belt and silk stockings pulled up high with lace wrapped around my upper thigh, I pull my mask down over my eyes, completing my entire scene.

When I hear the door open, I crawl into position, securing my wrists as well as I can and putting myself on display for him to enjoy.

“Hey Preston, can you come to the bedroom please?” I call out sweetly to him.

I position myself so my ass is the first thing he sees as he walks through the door. With my head down, I’m able to see behind me and that’s when I see it.

My man has come back to me.

His eyes turn dark instantly. His lips part as his tongue lightly slips out, wetting his lips before a small smirk fills his face.

“Well, hello there my beautiful Eurydice.”

“Hello, Eros,” I say as slow and meaningful as possible. “Do you want to play?”

He walks over to me, slowly moving his palm over my ass, rubbing, caressing, then slapping it hard, sending a smacking sound into the quiet air.

Chills fill my body as the sting turns to power, lighting my nerves on fire and making me want more.

More from him.

Dropping to his knees, he caresses my ass more before leaning down and kissing it, licking straight to my center.

I wasn’t expecting him to go straight there and I jump from the sensation, instantly wanting more and sad that my hands are secured so I can’t hold him there again.

My body obviously winces from need as I moan loudly and shake my ass toward him, trying to put my pussy directly in front of his face.

Thank God he complies and reaches out, licking me again. Slowly, softly, teasing me from the tip of my clit, around my entrance and to my backside.

I didn’t realize how long it’s been and how bad I’ve missed it until right this second.

Oh my God I want him now.

The sounds coming out of me are ones I’ve never heard before. I can’t hide the need or the lust that is ripping through me, needing more.

Needing him.

Wiggling my ass more, he grabs me, stopping me as he bites it softly, “But you asked if I wanted to play. Not if I wanted to fuck you.”

My head drops in frustration as he pulls away, picking up the flogger and running it softly over my body. The flogger helps light my nerves on fire more as every strand runs over my body before he lifts it up and hits me with a soft whack.

Again, sounds I’ve never heard release from me with no control. My mind is in a sex filled fog and Preston is the only person that can clear my way.

“You sound so sexy with those noises. I know you need my cock more than you need to breathe right now and I fucking love it.”

“Yes, Sir. You’re correct, as always, on exactly what I need.”

“I see you’ve tied your hands, what if I want your hands to be on me?”

“I wanted to offer myself to you fully, giving you all control so please, do as you wish, Sir.”

He leans down, whispering in my ear, sending chills down my spine, “Do you know what I wish?”

“No, Sir. Will you show me?”

He takes the flogger, running it down my back, teasingly slow before slapping my pussy with it.

“I wish I could make you cum multiple times.”

I sigh, dropping my head, more than willing for him to try.

“Then,” he leans down, placing his finger under my chin, raising it slightly so I can look him in the eye. “Then I want to flip you over and fuck you so hard you scream my name. Do you think I can do that?”

“Yes, Sir. I believe you can.”

“So how shall I make you cum first?”

“My body is yours, please do as you wish.”

“God, you have no clue how fucking hot that is.”

He walks around, touching me here, rubbing me there. Teasing me wherever he can. I’m desperate for more, more of him, more of this, more of us.

Reaching around, he grabs my pussy, spreading it with his fingers, running the length softly up and down before circling my clit. His touch is so soft, it’s driving me wild making me want it more and more. I swear, if he gives me just a little more pressure, I’m going to explode.

I get my desire when he wraps his mouth around my clit, sucking hard and pressing with his face, making my body rush and spasm releasing my first, very over due, orgasm.

Before I come down from the waves crashing over me, he pushes his finger inside, instantly bringing me high again from the inside now. First one finger, then two, he slides them in and out, taking his thumb and circling my clit once more.

If I thought the first one was intense, then this is going to rock my world. The feeling of having him inside me is pushing me to places I’ve never been before.

Just when I can’t take it any more, he thrusts his large cock inside, filling me deeply as I scream with another orgasm, clenching him from the inside. I feel myself spasm around his cock, holding on for dear life and never wanting to let go.

Gripping me tightly, he releases my hands from the rope, pulling me up to him and turning me around. Reaching up, he removes my mask and smiles sweetly, “Now get in my bed.”

“Yes, Sir,” I smile.

I lay down on my back, opening up wide for him, as he crawls over me. I expect him to continue his attack on me but he completely takes me off guard when he slowly lowers his lips to my face and kisses every centimeter of my scar.

His loving touches melt my soul, and warm my heart, more than he could even imagine.

After he’s cherished my entire face, telling me how much he loves me after every kiss, he pushes himself back inside while looking straight into my eyes.

Sensation floods through me as he fills my body, my life, my world. My eyes close on their own accord as I moan deeply, loving his body tied with mine.

“Open your eyes, look at me,” he whispers as he slowly thrusts in and out.

I do as I’m told and look directly into the soul of a man that’s bringing me to my third orgasm quicker than I thought possible.

“My beautiful Kamii,” he whispers, rubbing his hand down my face as he increases his pace in and out of me.

It’s the first time he’s used my real name while we we’re having sex and it’s just what I need to push me over the edge as I scream out his name, frozen in ecstasy, as waves ripple through my body.

“T
hank you.” I lean down, kissing Kamii on the back of her head, as she lies wrapped in my arms.

“For what?” she asks turning around to look me in the eyes.

“For that. For being you. For offering yourself to me.”

“I should be thanking you. You’ve taken such good care of me and that was amazing.”

“I’m impressed with how you set up this place,” I admit, looking around the dimly lit room.

“I see you found my flogger and is that really the rope from my curtains?”

Kamii shyly smiles shaking her head
yes
.

“I see I’ve taught you well,” I smile, kissing her lips softly. “The spanking bench there was pretty inventive. What’s under that?”

“You like? I found a box in your hall closet. I took it down, placed a pillow over it and covered it with a blanket.”

“A box… wait, from my hall closet?” I ask, almost afraid for her to say yes.

“Yeah, I hope that’s ok. It seemed pretty full so I thought it could hold my weight. I didn’t open it or anything.”