Irrevocable (Fated series (can be read as a standalone) Book 3) Page 22

  ‘You’re worth it.’ I placed a small kiss to her forehead.

  ‘Now turn around, Sugar.’

  I watched as she turned around in front of me and we began to make our way to the door of the suite. Ever the submissive doing as I bid. I was one lucky, lucky man.

  ‘Game on, John.’ She threw me a wide smile over her shoulder as she waited for me to open our suite door for her. Laughing I made my way around her, opened it wide and followed my beautiful wife to our car.

  Submissive, maybe not?

  It was our last night here in Rome and it was going to be a very interesting one.

  I’m sure the food at the All’Oro was amazing. I was ashamed to say I hadn’t had the appetite to do it justice. I had picked my way through one course and had been fed by John some of the mouth-watering traditional dessert of Tiramisu. I had taken sips of wine in between mouthfuls, not wanting to ruin our night, but equally needing the warm relaxing flow of alcohol through my veins.

  The view of Rome at night was amazing, especially from our table. I had torn my eyes away from John several times, but they always came back to him. Normally he touched me all the time, in some way, but tonight he did the opposite. He made sure that our hands came so close on the table, I could feel the fine hairs on my skin stand to attention as they reached out for him. When he fed me, only the spoon made contact with my lips. I had crossed and uncrossed my legs several times, not only needing the relief it gave me, but also in the hope of brushing my leg against his. He seemed to know what I was planning, as with each movement of mine he smiled his panty-dropping smile and shifted slightly, leaving me thwarted.

  I knew he was seducing my mind. He had previously told me that a woman’s mind was everything when it came to enjoying the entirety of what sex had to offer and since meeting him, I understood completely. My core was making involuntary spasms as I watched his every movement and I was close to screaming as my body worked itself silently into a frenzy. Luckily, I was contained in the basque he had given me, otherwise my nipples would have told everyone just exactly how he was making my body react.

  I was playing catch up as far as I was concerned, he was the most experienced man I had ever been with. Tonight, I was going to play with his mind.

  Thank God the limo journey back was short, as John had sat on the side bench away from me. He had taken off his jacket and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he had loosened his tie. I watched him from the back seat where I had sat, presuming he would sit with me, and I was literally squirming. When he had caught sight of my mouth opening wide and my tongue flicking out to wet my dry lips, he had offered me a wink. He poured himself a whiskey and barely allowed the ice to penetrate before he drank it down in one go. My body was so attuned to his, I watched every movement he made as he settled himself into the seat and crossed one long leg over the other, placing his ankle to his knee.

  ‘I’m loving this anticipation, how about you, Jasmin?’ He smiled at me.

  I shook my head at him.

  ‘Anticipation is heading its way to the top of my most hated list, and fast.’ I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as his eyes followed the movement it created as it lifted my boobs up nearer to the slashed neck. I pushed my arms up further, making it look like my boobs might just fall out, and for the first time in the whole of the evening I saw John falter just a little bit in the game he had started. I uncrossed my arms and began to play with the lace edging, pretending to straighten it and eventually wiggling it down a bit more.

  ‘Fuck!’ fell unconsciously from his mouth.

  ‘How’s anticipation doing for you, John?’ I questioned him, feeling a little bit of power move from him to me for the first time all night.

  He smiled his answer.

  The limo came to a halt. John leapt up as the door was opened by the doorman. I was helped out as quickly as he thought he could get away with, without appearing rude and we made our way hurriedly to the lift. He held me by the elbow as he guided me around the strategically placed furniture in the foyer. It meant he was touching me but through a layer of lace and it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough.

  The lift doors closed and the sexual chemistry ramped up between us. I watched John’s knuckles go white as he gripped onto the highly-polished brass handrail. He said nothing and kept his eyes looking towards the floor. The lift slowed and as it pinged to signal its arrival at our floor John moved like a greyhound bolting from its gate. He swept me up into his arms and carried me to the only door on that level. I reached inside his jacket to find the key and quickly unlocked the door. As soon as I lifted my face to look at him, his mouth came crashing down to mine. It appeared our earlier game was over. My body melted into his as he kicked the door open wide and then kicked it shut behind us.

  Standing stock still, he pulled his lips off mine momentarily and spoke to me in the small fissure he had created.

  ‘I’m thinking of the terrace, Mrs. Edwards… what do you think? Do you want me to worship you under the stars?’

  ‘No.’

  He pulled away from me taking in the look on my face.

  ‘No?’

  ‘You owe me some forfeits and I plan on taking them before you get yours.’ I smiled at him reassuringly. I just hoped I could carry this off.

  ‘Oh, do you now?’ he smirked. ‘Just what do you have in mind?’

  I placed a loving kiss on his lips hoping to reassure him and myself. John was a man who needed control, I wanted to take it away from him for more than the short amount of time I had managed before. I had dreamt what I wanted to try with him, I knew it would be pleasurable for both of us. I just needed him to trust me enough to give up two of his senses to me and to be able to follow instructions.

  ‘Put me down, please.’

  Slowly I was placed to the floor.

  ‘Undress, slowly. I want to watch you as you strip for me.’

  ‘Sure… but I have one request… whatever happens those heels stay on, until it’s my turn.’

  The confident man was back in front of me. He was proud of his body and rightly so. He took off his jacket with his usual care and precision, then he unceremoniously dropped it to the floor and kicked it into a corner. I stifled a laugh and he raised his eyes to mine, showing me the humorous sparkle they contained. I watched as his large hands undid his shirt, button by button, knowing I had witnessed it before and had craved to see it again. I watched mesmerised as he released his cufflinks and placed them down on the table, making my insides turned over in expectancy. He tugged his shirt out of his trousers and took it off, revealing the torso that made my mouth water with desire. My eyes left his abs and I watched as he slowly unzipped his fly and pushed both his trousers and boxers down, kicking them into the corner in a heap with his shirt.

  ‘OMG… you’re not going to fold them?’ I shrieked, looking at the crumpled mess his clothes had made, completely overlooking the fact that I was supposed to be serious and in charge.

  ‘Not tonight, Jasmin… what happens now?’

  ‘Lie down on the bed.’

  ‘I’ll do that willingly… I can’t see the state of my suit then.’ He laughed but I knew it was taking some effort to tear his eyes away.

  ‘Lie down flat on your back and spread out your arms.’

  I watched as he did as I asked, his heavy, engorged erection bobbing with his movements. I made my way around to the bedside table where I had gathered together the items I would need to act out my dream, and carefully picked out what I needed first. The fine fabric caressed my fingertips as I lightly brushed one of my new stockings from his wrist to his neck, stopping over his prominent Adam’s apple as I watched him swallow hard as the stocking made contact. Just as quickly I removed it, before his body made me relinquish control once again, and I tied the stocking onto his nearest wrist then to the corresponding post on the headboard. I looked down briefly as his eyes started to widen in panic. Ignoring the look, I made my way to the other side of the bed wi
th another stocking in my hand.

  ‘Trust me, John.’ It wasn’t a question but more of a plea. ‘I know you don’t trust easily, but if we’re to make this work between us you have to trust me, completely.’

  He said nothing but nodded, and carefully I tied up his other wrist in the same way. Standing next to the side of the bed I started to remove my dress as provocatively as I could until I was down to just the basque, stockings and heels. Although I had always enjoyed sex, John made me feel sexy and I wanted to show him just how much. I hadn’t worn any knickers at all. Every part of John tensed up further at the insight.

  ‘So, Sugar, you have me here, when does my punishment start?’

  I didn’t answer him, but moved away to light the two scented candles in the room and then to switch off the main light. I hoped that the subtle glow from the candles would make me feel more empowered than exposed. I walked across the room to his wardrobe and removed the same tie that he had used on me only days before in the limo. I pulled it down from the tie rack quickly and closed the door.

  ‘I’m going to take away your sight, John… just for a while. Is that OK?’

  He didn’t answer immediately. I saw him running it through his brain.

  ‘Do it,’ he finally answered, swallowing down his fear.

  I moved quickly, sitting astride him and then placed the tie over his eyes and fixed it with a knot to the side of his head. I placed my lips to his, encouraging him to open them by running my tongue over their seal. When they parted and allowed me in I kissed him like he normally kissed me, nipping his lips, sucking his tongue and caressing every available part of his mouth with mine, holding on to his cheeks with both of my hands. Eventually he relaxed into his confines and I moved away.

  I sat down with his engorged cock nestling between my very wet lips and stilled for a moment as we both groaned at the contact.

  ‘You’re killing me, Sugar,’ he rasped.

  I wasn’t going to give him my words, just like he had removed his touch from me earlier in the evening I now removed my voice. I leant over to remove the last item from my bedside cabinet. I felt him stiffen very slightly as he tried to work out what was going on. I smothered my hands in the strawberry-scented oil and began to massage the beautiful body in front of my eyes. Every time my hands touched his nipples I twisted and tweaked them just a little and watched as his mouth parted, releasing the groans that those simple movements nurtured. I massaged and touched until my hands ached and his cock throbbed between my legs so strongly that I could no longer concentrate fully on what I wanted to do. I got up off him quickly and reached into my small clutch bag, I removed my phone and turned on some music.

  Once the music had started I slowly crawled up him, starting from the base of the bed. Every few inches I placed kiss after lick. John’s breathing had become more laboured, the deep groans and gasps fed my enthusiasm. Finally, I reached his nipples and one at a time I sucked them into my mouth and released them with a pop. I stood up with my feet astride him and turned around placing my feverish back to the cool wall behind the bed, then lifting one foot at a time I placed my heeled feet either side of his face. I held on to the wooden headboard with both hands and lowered myself very slowly towards his face and started to move up and down to the music.

  ‘Jasmin… let me see you, Caxap. I can smell you… let me see you.’ His voice was firm but filled with lust. I shimmied in time to the music, down to his face letting his ready tongue connect with me briefly, before once again I moved with the music, up and away.

  ‘Ooohhh’ traitorously left my mouth. My body had been on a heightened state of alert for most of the day. I was desperate for him.

  I knew John could rip his wrists away from their restraints any time he wanted, but I wanted him like this for a while. I let go of the headboard with one hand and pulled the knot to release the tie from John’s eyes.

  The sight that met me was breathtaking. The lust in his eyes burnt deep into my soul.

  ‘Jesus H Christ… just look at you! Jasmin, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Do you know I’ve been dreaming of you my whole life?’

  ‘I visualised this in my dreams, John… You make me feel sexy. The way you touch me. The way your eyes caress me with just one look. The way my pulse quickens when you’re near, but most of all by the way you love me. I want to be sexy for you and only you.’

  ‘I want to taste your dreams each and every morning. Now come here.’ His voice was so deep the vibrations travelled over my wet, engorged lips and a moan left my mouth.

  I watched him turn his head from one side to the other, taking in my heels and stockings, and finally the basque I was wearing. I didn’t feel silly under his perusal, I felt empowered and once again I began my shimmy up and down, allowing him occasionally to taste me. It began to get too much far too quickly, and the length of time I allowed him to lick and penetrate me with his long, warm tongue became longer and longer as my need to orgasm grew and grew. My body began to shake with the exertion of holding myself up and trying to remain in control as John feasted on me like a starved man.

  I heard the rip as he tore his wrists away, my hips were grabbed by his strong and now unrestricted hands and my body fell forward as he sucked my throbbing clit into his mouth, finishing me off quickly and giving me the release I had needed for many hours. I convulsed in his hands over and over again as my orgasm went on and on, as he firmly held me in place.

  ‘JOHN…. Oh, John… ohhhhh.’ I shouted as my body relinquished its control back to him and I lay my head down on his abs, my body falling still as I flicked out my tongue to taste the pre-cum that had leaked from him, relishing the very male, salty taste now on my lips.

  ‘It’s my turn now, Jasmin… my forfeits are paid in full I believe and now, my gorgeous wife, it’s my turn.’

  Quickly he rolled us both over. He jumped up and stood at the side of the bed. His gaze swept up and down my body encased in the beautiful white basque.

  ‘You look better than I could have even imagined.’ He tapped his index finger to his temple. ‘I need to make love to you, Jasmin and then I’m going to claim every single part of your body as mine and mine only.’

  Slowly he lowered himself back down next to me on the bed and he pulled me into his arms. His fingers traced the edges of the basque I was wearing, and even though I had only just orgasmed, it wasn’t enough. I pulled his hard body to me and began to lick and suck at his neck. John hooked my right leg up and placed it over his arm. The moment I had been waiting for, for what seemed like all day was finally here. The head of his large cock pushed its way into me, opening me wide as the rest of his cock followed and he started to move in and out. He wasn’t going slow; I could see by his face he was as desperate for me as I was for him. The feelings he pulled from me were like nothing I had ever felt. He gave me a sense of fullness, a sense of completion and, as he started to circle his hips, feelings of such intense excitement and emotion.

  ‘Suck my finger, Jasmin.’

  His arm moved a little and I sucked his index finger into my mouth gratefully, closing my eyes as I laboured my attentions on it.

  ‘Jesus, woman…’ he groaned as he removed the digit quickly from my mouth.

  He shifted us slightly again and his hand was now free to travel downwards. I felt the wetness connect with my perineum and I stopped breathing.

  ‘I will have this, it won’t hurt you, I promise.’

  I nodded my head to him and he began to stroke and tease, spreading my arousal around and over my tight puckered hole. Slowly I began to realise just how good it felt. John’s hips continued to flex and twist as he picked up his pace. Bright white light began to form at the back of my eyes. Every nerve ending became alive, chasing and anticipating his next movement over the pad of nerves inside me. He altered his movement again and began to graze my swollen clit in the process. From deep inside me my orgasm bloomed until it took over my whole reason for living. My body climbed up and up. He kn
ew just when the timing was perfect. I felt his fingertip as it entered my tight puckered hole and touched the nerve endings gathered there, it threw me rapidly over the top.

  ‘OH MY GOD…I’m coming…John, I’m coming… Ohhhhhhh.’

  ‘I’m right there, Sugar… FUCK!’ he roared in answer.

  I felt his climax deep inside me, ignited by my own. His body stiffened and then surged in my arms as his muscles contracted and finally he inhaled deeply and relaxed.

  After we had fallen over the edge together, we collapsed into each other’s arms. We touched and stroked each other wordlessly until the candles died out and eventually we fell asleep.

  The feel of the expensive, high-thread-count sheets wrapped tightly around my body slowly brought me to my senses. I reached out to feel where John should have been, but the space beside me was empty. It was however still warm. I strained my ears over the sounds gathering outside as they were carried in on the warm breeze. Through the open door of our terrace, I could just make out the sounds of a guitar being played softly. I sat up quickly, pulling the sheet to my body and I listened again. It was John, and he was playing the same tune we had got married to, he had said it was one of his favourites. I had been waiting to hear him play and sing but wasn’t sure now whether to move or not. I knew he was liable to stop if I appeared in the doorway. I clinched my arms tight around my bent-up legs and fought with myself not to jump out of bed and run to the doorway. The words he sung were beautiful and his voice wasn’t too bad either. It seemed that singing may be another of my husband’s many talents. As I lost myself into his voice I reminisced over last night and the things he had made me feel.

  It seems my husband is very talented indeed, I ache in places I never even realised I had.

  It was no good. I heard him coming to the end of the song, so I leapt out of bed naked, grabbed his shirt from last night and practically skipped towards the door. I made sure I stayed in the shade, watching him strum the last couple of chords and sing the final few notes. Even though he had only satisfied my need for him a few hours before, as soon as I clapped eyes on him my body ignited. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to run my fingers over the stubble on his face.