Essentialism (Bridgette & Troy's Story) (32 page)

“Troy,” she yells. “Put me down, I can walk.”

Ignoring her, I smack her ass, not faltering for one minute. I’m on a mission to get my rope. I never imagined I would find someone like her, someone who completes me and accepts every little fucked up piece of me. She’s given me the greatest gift in the world. I know that with her by my side I can survive anything. She is the most essential part of my world and I’m finally seeing the truth in how essential I am to hers. Life may not always be an easy road, but together we can overcome anything.

As I stare at Troy, I see nothing but love. I know he won’t hurt me – he never has and he never will. My body pulses with endorphins watching his naked frame handle the rope. I hope tonight, he’ll finally tie my arms. Since I was taken, he has done everything – except my wrists. And still he won’t even touch them.

“How much?” I ask as he doubles the dark gray material.

“One-fifty.”

Working with that much line takes skill. Until tonight, the most we have ever used is about a hundred feet.

“So tell me what you want, baby.”

I think about all of the scenarios and roles we have played. One in particular sticks out to me. “Karada?” I ask.

“My favorite,” he responds. “Maybe I’ll tie your feet into it as well.”

“Or my wrists?” I ask holding them together in front of him.

“No.” He shakes his head and leans down kissing each of them.

I know better than to push the subject. I’ve tried, and it backfired. I bought a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and cuffed my arms together. Let’s just say you don’t want to see that side of Troy. Panic and anger is not a good combo.

“Turn around,” he requests. I listen and now have my back to his chest. He takes the rope and places it below my breasts. Before he moves any further he pinches each of my nipples, pulling out hard. Then his hands move to my back, creating the first loop and the base to all of this. With his exceptional craftsmanship, he begins to work – over one breast, under the other, and then another loop. Troy knows exactly what I like, how much pressure to use or not use. As he works his way down creating more and more art, he leaves kisses all over my body.

“This is so soft,” I say.

“It’s silk rope. Only the best for my baby.”

I love watching him walk around me. His concentration is on point. I always try to distract him, but it’s futile. When we’re in this moment and he’s in his element, he’s in total control. Nothing could take him out of it. As he takes more of the rope behind me, he winds in and out of each of my thighs. Then he pushes his erection into me. The tip is wet and I know it’s because of what he just did and he wants me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he says into my ear.

I turn to face him, tangling my hands into the back of his hair and claiming his mouth. As we kiss, I am saddened that this is our last night in Vegas. It’s been a blast being here with everyone. Troy begins to walk me backwards to the bed. Once we reach it, he pushes me back letting me fall onto the plush fabric. I can’t help but giggle as he clambers over me, straddling my body. I look up at him, ready and willing for anything. Leaning down, he places the blindfold over my eyes. The last thing I see is the gleam of his wedding band.

That ring on his hand is the sexiest thing in the world. Yes, we got married. Did we do it on a whim? Kind of. But Troy and I talked about it many times and this is what
we
wanted. I was a positive stem cell match for Robert and am going forward with the procedure. God forbid anything should happen to me, we wanted to be married. Both of us are certain that we are each other’s future. We want to spend the rest of our lives together and if all goes to plan, we can do that.

“Bend over, Mrs. Sorano. Face down and ass up, just like I like.”

I comply with his demand. Waiting for what’s to come. I’m not sure if he will spank me with his hand or a crop or something else, but I’m wet in expectation.

“Are you going to let me fuck your ass tonight?” he asks.

I shake my head, completely petrified. We might be able to explore every other kinky aspect of sex, but I can’t go there. I just can’t.

“One day, you’ll let me, baby.”

An unfamiliar object touches my back. The skin below it tingles and goose bumps form on the surface. Troy moves it down, tracing all around where the rope binds me. It’s soft and almost tickles, yet it’s so warm.

I shiver in pleasure and have to ask, “What is that?”

“A feather.” He moves it between my legs and I shake in excitement. “My wife likes?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Good. Roll over. Let me get your front.”

Troy takes his time moving the feather everywhere. I keep my eyes closed, because everything is black behind the blindfold anyways. He must have sensed I wanted it off and he removes it. When he does, I’m struck by his flawlessness. He is gorgeous and all mine. He moves kneeling next to me and his weight shifts the bed. I lean over, gripping his cock and molding my lips around the end.

Weaving his fingers into my hair, he helps guide me.

“Use your other hand,” he requests.

I know he wants to see my ring. Both of us have been admiring how they look on each other’s hands. His is a simple titanium band; mine is a thin diamond-encrusted band. Next on our list is the honeymoon.

I move my head meeting his cock as he pushes it into my mouth and I can’t help but notice my ring sparkling in the dim light of the room. “I’m gonna come in your sweet mouth.”

I adjust myself so I have a good hold and can see him. His hand is still in my hair, while the other one he keeps rested on his hip. I love the expression on his face. But there are so many. I can tell when I push him close and then he slows his movements, holding on to his orgasms. Then there’s the one of madness, the one that looks like he’s going to explode and fuck me wildly. Then there is him – my Troy – when he concentrates on me, looking into my soul.

Taking my tongue, I swirl it over his shaft with each pull. He begins to moan, then grunts. I never take my eyes off of him and he never closes his. We stay connected like we have been for what seems like so long and how we will be
forever.

His noises stay even as spurts of warm cum drench my throat. I love his taste. Who am I kidding? I love everything about him. That’s how I truly know we are made for each other. It’s the little things with Troy – it always has been and it always will be.

“I should make you suck me off again, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

“I can…” I offer.

“NO! I want my pussy.” He spreads my legs wide. My clit throbs watching him. He takes his time dragging his tongue in between my wet slit, then pulls away and blows on me. I quiver and twist away from him. He grabs the front of the rope, gripping it harshly, and pulls me to him. The force of his hand tightens every cord around my body and this is why I have grown to love what we do just as much as he does. There’s something about the control he has over me when I’m bound like this.

“Don’t turn away from me, unless I tell you. Understand?”

I nod my head trying to contain the smirk hidden beneath; he acts so tough. Although there’s no bite to his bark, he’s all talk. Well, almost all talk; he flips me over and swats my ass hard. He does spank me good – really fucking good.

“Is there something funny, Mrs. Sorano?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Good.”

He adjusts his grip on the rope to my back and grips his cock holding it against my opening. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he says slamming into me. I gasp from the force; it’s the best feeling in the world. He satisfies me right away, moving with urgency. His rhythm is fast and hard. I love it when he’s not gentle, and tonight…he’s not gentle. He pulls me up to him, still pummeling inside of me and holds my breasts.

I’m pinned against him, my back to his front. The only thing separating us is the layer of silk rope. Our noises are in unison, both of us moaning in enjoyment at the same time. I take my hands and reach behind me, holding his head as he sucks on the skin of my neck. With my arms up, my boobs push into his hands even more.

I lock my fingers behind his head, wishing they were tied as well and enjoy the ride. I try and kiss him, but this angle keeps us separated a bit too much. Troy pulls out of me and flips me over guiding me to lie on my back. “I need to see you,” he says.

I nod my head as I sprawl out. He slips back inside of me and lays his weight above me. We move together and he holds my face with each of his hands resting on my cheeks. I plunge my tongue into his mouth. He is
my
husband and I couldn’t be happier or ask for anything more.

Troy leans up looking down at me. I have my arms stretched above my head. Each of his movements gets me closer to orgasm and I can’t wait. I love how good he makes me come. I can tell as we fuck that he keeps eyeing my wrists, and I wish again he would let go of the past like I have. If he would only tie them together once, I think he could get over his fear and I remember how happy it made him.

All of my worries wash away as my pussy tightens and throbs, pulsating with pure pleasure. Troy works my orgasm out as I start to scream his name. “Fuck yeah, baby. Let me hear you,” he encourages me.

I fall out of this world unconscious of anything that is going on. Everything inside of me trembles and ticks. I love being washed away, lost to anything that’s important, but us. All I have to do is focus on one thing and one thing only – Troy. Suddenly, the fog I’m in all floats away. I’m a bit caught off guard the moment he takes ahold of my wrists, holding both of them together in a vise. I stare at him surprised, but his eyes are closed. He’s in his zone and watching him begin to come, growling loudly, is one of the greatest feelings. His free hand is in a fist on the bed holding him up while his other has a
firm
grip on me, on my arms holding them so tightly together. He hasn’t touched me like this since the day at the hospital. I pray this time he is aware of what’s he’s doing and it’s not a mistake.

I know last time when he acted out in the heat of the moment – he regretted it. That day, when he held them together was when everything changed. I don’t want another step back for us – we don’t need one. My pussy is warm from his cum and my eyes are focused on him.

His breathing is erratic, there’s not a calm beat to it. But his movements aren’t the same. They are slow, long, and planned. Each is made with accuracy. I can’t stop myself from kissing his chest and anywhere my lips can touch as he finishes. Tears prick the back of my eyes when he looks down at me and smiles, still holding my wrists together.

I know then in that exact moment that what he did was on purpose. We’ve finally made it over our last hurdle. Yes, it took a bit if time, but we got there. Nothing satisfying in life comes easy. Now all that lies ahead is the future – our future. He is essential to my sanity, my well-being, and everything that matters. He is part of me, has been from the day I met him. Our wedding vows ring in my ears. As I close my eyes enjoying the perfection that is my life, I can hear him say the words.
‘Til death do us part.

I am seriously speechless to have completed writing my third book. This has been such a whirlwind of a year. I do have to first and foremost thank my wonderful husband, who you all have so graciously named the ‘president’ for his many talents. Without his constant support, there is no way that I could do what it is that I do. Not only is he behind me one hundred percent, but he has also stepped up by helping me in so many ways with my writing career. I love you, babe, to infinity and beyond.

Miranda, I don’t know who in this world to thank for bringing you into my life, but whoever it is, I’m ready to bow down and kiss their feet. I seriously couldn’t do all of this without you. You’re extremely talented and I’m lucky to have you on my side. Then you add the fact that you’re my best friend and I’m…well, I’m the luckiest bitch in the world.

To my amazing editor, Lisa, you rocked my socks with this book. As always working with you is an honor. Your many talents impress me and the laughs we share throughout the process are priceless – there’s nothing like rabid children…right? I do have to say, you owe Troy an apology and you know why. I love you, girl.