The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (25 page)

“That’s it. That’s me all over your cunt. It’s so wet. Come for me.” His mouth found mine and his tongue swept inside licking me. I came with such force that the screams could not be stopped. I shook all over and clawed at the sheets of the bed with my head back and pressed into my pillow. When my body relaxed under his, he lay across me. My head pounded but I didn’t care. I had been thoroughly fucked by this magnificent man. Our bodies were intertwined as I relaxed into him. I wanted to sleep all day until I realized it was Sunday.

“Since you met Avery, you need to meet my family. Today is Sunday dinner and it’s a big deal at my house. I want you to come with me.”

I looked up at him. His lips so full and swollen from kissing me as much as he did.

“Your father isn’t going to try to fight me is he?”

“No, it will be good. It’s time they met the man that likes to tie me to the bed.” I laughed and he began to tickle me. I made a phone call to my mom and told her to set two extra plates.

“Who are you bringing? I hope Avery?” she asked. She has been hounding Avery to bring a dinner guest forever.

“I’m bringing Avery and someone else.”

“Oh boy. I think I know who.”

“Can you tell Dad to be nice? Please Mom, don’t let Dad be mean.”

“He’s in a good mood this morning so I will see what I can do. It may cost me, Izzy.”

“Mom, please don’t say that. I don’t want to have that image in my head while I’m eating with you today.”

“It’s okay that I have the image of you lying in bed right now with a man, though.” How did she know?

“I am not.” I tried not to laugh.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, Izzy. I hear it in your voice. I will see you soon. Be careful.”

I hung up with her, showered with Fabrice, and ate breakfast. He did a little work in his office and I called Avery.

“Thank you for helping with the surprise,” I said.

“You are one lucky bitch. Do you know how wonderful that man is?”

“Yes, I do. He’s pretty amazing. I love my dress. You knew exactly what I would like.”

“I didn’t pick out anything. I gave him a size. He did it on his own. Can I say something?”

“Go for it.”

“If you let him go I won’t forgive you. That man is beyond incredible in all aspects. He would make me go straight. That accent almost made me wet and men do nothing for me.”

I began laughing and couldn’t stop.

“You think I’m joking? I’m dead serious. He is willing to risk it all for you, Izz. He wants everyone to know you’re his girl.”

“I hope he’s making the right decision. I can wait.”

“There is no talking him out of this. He wants it. He is a very determined man. My God, Izz, those eyes! I could drown in them.”

“I know, I do. I love how he looks at me so intently when he first puts it in. Like he could eat me alive.”

“I’m eating breakfast, Izz. Thanks a lot. Where are you by the way?”

“I got drunk last night at some bar I went to by myself, and he came and got me. He brought me to his house. He’s doing some work, and we are going to go to my parents. Yes, I’m taking him to meet my mom and dad.”

“Wow, you’re moving fast. I wish I could go with you and see this whole thing go down. I would love to be a fly on the wall.”

“Why don’t you come with us? I need some clothes. You could bring me my things, leave your car here, and go with us. Bringing you would help ease the tension.” I knew she would come. She adores my family.

“Count me in. I will get ready. Any idea what time?”

“In a couple of hours.”

“Getting in a quickie before you leave?”

“No, a nice long thank you. I will see you in two. I need you to bring something else for me, and don’t say a word, just bring it.”

“Let me write this down, hold on.”

I hung up with Avery after I gave her my list of things I needed and walked over to his massive closet. I noticed the color-coordinated clothes in a row with his shoes organized in sections of the style. He had more shoes than I did. I found a tie rack and took three of them off. I called Fabrice upstairs. I wanted to give him a little surprise. He has been so good to me in and out of the bed. I want to show him how much I appreciated it.

He came up the stairs and I had three of his ties in my hand. I had something in mind. If it worked out, I would be amazed.

“Hi, baby.” That was something new that came out of me. I never called anyone baby. That morning was full of many new events.

Fabrice walked into the room knowing something naughty was going to occur. He had a smile on his face that showed me he knew. We stared at each other and his eyes showed his raw sexual need to have me. Heat slid through my body knowing I would be fucking again. He mesmerized me.

“Baby? I like that. Come here.”

I was kneeling on the bed with the sheet wrapped around me. My hair was all over the place and I was horny as hell. The sight of him made me that way.

“No, you come here. Let’s try something.”

Fabrice walked around the house with no shirt and just his jeans. Comfortable with himself now and letting me see him, I didn’t notice his scars anymore. No matter what, he was perfection to me. He wore his jeans slung low around his hips. The dark line from his belly button to his cock was a weakness for me. I loved running my tongue down him.

He walked to the bed and I told him to strip and lie down on his back. He took his jeans off quickly making my mouth water gazing at his erection.

“I want to play. Do you have a safe word, Ambassador?” I was serious but he laughed and did as I requested.

I straddled him. “This isn’t funny. Sometimes no means yes. I need a word just in case.”

I didn’t know how to tie him up. I took his arm and a tie and tied a bow to the bedpost. He could have easily gotten out if he wanted to. He looked back and laughed.

“I need your word, Ambassador.” I tied his other wrist to the bedpost in another bow. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself.

“Vodka.”

“Okay. Do you trust me?” I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m not sure.”

“Oh, really. I will ask you again. Do you trust me?” I tried not to laugh.

“I trust you.”

I took the third tie and put it over his eyes. I noticed he was turned on from the rise of his cock. Instinctively I rubbed my bare cunt on it, getting wetter.

I kissed him and worked my kisses down his neck and across his chest. I worked down his stomach and let my tongue trace the outline of his dark line.

“I’m getting hard,” he breathed.

“I feel it. That’s the point. Big, thick, and hard. Is that for me?”

“Only for you.”

“I want it inside me. My cunt is so wet and soft. It is begging to have you in it. Feel how wet I am? That’s just for you.”

“Isabella, you are driving me mad.”

I reached up and tied the tie around his eyes. So far so good.

“Do you still trust me?”

“Yes.”

Without saying a word, I turned my ass around so that it was in his face and I straddled his head. I lowered my cunt to his lips ever so lightly.

“Oh, fuck.”

“You like that, Fabrice?”

“Lower. You are so sweet and so wet.”

I lowered further and Fabrice devoured me with a vengeance. The sound of it was incredible. I rubbed my hard nipples along his thighs. The position I was in allowed me to look at his thick cock making me hungry. I wanted to suck him but also wanted to get him so worked up he wouldn’t be able to stand it. I rocked back and forth on his face as he groaned and devoured me. I became lost as his mouth took me with a need so strong. When he was done, I left him tied up and walked into the bathroom to shower and get ready. I heard him moving around so I knew he was able to get lose. My seduction was far from over. I wanted him to think about what I did to him all day. I wanted him unsettled and in need of an orgasm. I had more in store for him later.

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We drove to my parents’ house in Fabrice’s BMW. Avery sat in the backseat acting like our twelve year-old daughter, talking nonstop. It gave her and me a chance to catch up. I texted my mom to make sure everything would be fine with my dad. She said it took a lot of convincing but it would be okay. She had to threaten him to behave. I’m positive cutting off his balls was discussed if he didn’t act right.

Fabrice insisted on stopping at the farmers market on the way and picking up some flowers for my mom and sister. He also brought a bottle of Empire Vodka for my brothers.

My family waited outside for us when we drove up. My mom was the first to greet him with a huge hug and a kiss on both cheeks. When he offered her the flowers she nearly jumped in his arms. Sophia was shy with him and accepted the flowers, but no hug only a thank you. My brothers stood back giving him the once over with my dad; all three of them with their arms crossed trying to look tough, until Fabrice stepped out of the car and they were a little taken back by him.

I don’t know what they were expecting, but they weren’t prepared for his immense muscular build and tall stature. Fabrice was a big man and his aura of power was more intimidating than the way he looked. I watched as both my brothers seemed to shrink when they saw him. Fabrice walked up to them and shook my brothers' hands, handing them the vodka. With my father, they spoke a little bit and I don’t know what Fabrice said to him, but I caught a glimpse of a smile on my dad’s face and then they shook hands.

Once we sat down and started to eat, the day went better than I thought it would. Fabrice won everyone over with his talk about his time in the Special Forces, helicopters, and hostage saving. The men in my family were in love by the time my mom served the dessert.

My mom and I were making coffee when she pulled me in the other room.

“You, my dear, have finally picked a true man. Fabrice is just fabulous and that accent.”

I tried not to become beet red, but it happened anyway.

“I know, he’s rather addicting. I’m in love with him, Mom.”

“I am too. This happened for a reason, Izzy. He is your knight in shining armor. Now, if we can get past this Anthony business- have you heard anything else?”

“No, I wanted to ask you the same thing. Has anyone else been over to talk to you?”

“No. I heard that he had so many guys after him from gambling, women, and other criminal acts that they have no idea who did this to him. He’s still out of it, so hopefully when this idiot wakes up, if he wakes up, they can ask him some questions. Did you tell Fabrice about the pictures in his car?”

“Yes, I did and he doesn’t care. He is ready to tell the world about me, but I don’t think he should just yet. We have a lot to talk about.”

Sophia and Avery came in as the guys drank vodka and laughed at the table.

“They are firing up fat stogies now, acting like they are long lost friends. It’s almost cute how your brothers are all over him,” laughed Avery, as she sat down on the couch with my mom and me.

“Avery, you don’t let her screw this up. Keep an eye on her. You know how Izz gets when something wonderful happens for her. She will try to talk herself out of it.”

My mom acted different from her normal self. She usually tells me to leave the men alone and focus on my career. What a difference a man with an accent and a title can do.

“Don’t you worry, Mrs. Piori. I’m on this one. She will be Mrs. Arbidoux before too long.” Avery whispered.

“Shut up, both of you! I will handle this without any of you trying to butt in.”

“He’s taking her to the Correspondents' Dinner next week. He wants everyone to know they are a couple. You should see the dress he bought her.”

My mom looked at me and tears started to come into her eyes.

“What now?” I asked throwing my arms up.

“I’m just so happy for you, baby. You need something good to happen for you after what you went through with Anthony.”

“Well, this might be the end of my career. I may have to end my job if it becomes a scandal. Though, Fabrice said he would handle it even if I had to be reassigned to another position in the Embassy.”

“Does he have any younger brothers?” asked Sophie out of the blue.

We turned to look at her.

“I don’t know. I will find out.” I smiled at her and she smiled back.

“I’m holding out for a sister. See if he has a sister about thirty that is open to some fun.”

We all groaned.

“What?” asked Avery. I threw a rag at her face.

“Avery seems to have found love too. She has been dating the same woman for two months now. It’s a record.”

“Should we start planning a wedding at the restaurant?” asked my mom. She knew about Avery and her love for girls. My family didn’t have a problem with it because they loved Avery so much.

“I want to be in the wedding,” Sophia spoke up and smiled.

“All of you bite it. There is no wedding and yes, I like this one, but who knows. I may be tired of her next week.”