“Shhh, it's me that should be thanking you. You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. You’re so fucking brave and beautiful. I wish you could see how sweet you look right now.”
Pink dusts her cheeks at my praise. “Thank you, sir.”
I raise a hand and caress her cheek gently while my other hand pulls the tie of her robe away. I drop it to the floor and rub my thumb across her cheek.
“My good girl.” Honey smiles, turning her face into my hand and nuzzles it. I take another length of rope and bring it to her waist and circle her hips with the soft rope. At the first knot that presses into her hip Honey moans and leans closer, the slight arch of her back thrusting her hips against me as I drop to my knees in front of her. I know the waist harness I want to put on her. It will be just the right amount of pressure to dissolve the tightness in her body and soothe the worry her memories have unlocked. It will also give me the perfect access to eat her sweet pussy. The harness blooms across her thighs, the knots and double loops of it frame Honey’s hips and waist beautifully. The silk of her robe on either side of her rope clad thighs makes my fucking mouth water and when I’m done I moan and press my face against her warm flesh.
“Sir!” It comes out as an exclamation but that’s not what I want to hear.
“That’s not what I am to you right now, little girl.” I let the last two words roll off my tongue and vibrate against her pussy before kissing the top of her cunt. My mouth ghosts over the hood of her when I say, “Who am I to you?”
Her answer is immediate. “Daddy.”
I groan and my dick aches and pushes against the zipper of my slacks but I ignore it. I’m focused on my girl. This is about breaking her down so beautifully there’s no room for the past to hurt her.
“That’s my girl. Say it again.” I trace the lips of her cunt with my tongue, fingers looping into the ropes at her thighs to hold her still when she squirms.
Honey gasps, her voice low and throaty. “Daddy.”
“That’s right, princess. I’m your Daddy.” I suckle her clit, licking a path down to her weeping slit and thrust my tongue inside. She tastes so fucking sweet. I eat her cunt like a starving man. Like I’m fucking possessed and the only thing capable of giving me my sanity is Honey’s pussy. I look up at her and see she’s watching me. Her brown eyes are wide, pupils blown as she watches me feast on her.
“Daddy, please.”
I moan in encouragement, let the sound of it hum through her sweet pussy and Honey’s eyes roll back. I know if her hands were free she’d be running her fingers through my hair, would be tugging on the strands to pull me closer, but she can’t. Instead she arches her back and thrusts her hips forward, offering more of her sweet cunt to me. I use the ropes on her thigh to lift her and Honey lets out a laugh of surprise when her feet leave the ground and I settle back onto my heels with her legs on either side of my head and her pussy riding my face.
“Daddy!” She curls forward, her body coming over me as I continue to devour her. I move her with the help of the ropes and it’s all the encouragement she needs to ride my face eagerly. “Fuck, princess. That’s it, ride Daddy’s face like a good fucking girl.” Her juices coat my lips and drip down my chin, she’s making a mess of me and I love it. I take her clit into my mouth, again sucking on it while I hold her in place and Honey rolls her hips, bringing her cunt closer to me.
I hear her whimper, the strangled sound morphing into a sob that shakes her body. Her heels dig into my back, signaling that Honey’s on the edge of cumming. I slide one arm around her, gripping her tight and bring my now free hand to her clit so that I can shove my tongue inside of her. I want to feel her fucking cum on my tongue more than I want to breathe. The silk of her robe falls over my arm, the smooth slide of the material and the hot feel of my wife’s pussy bearing down on my face, the sweet taste of her arousal filling mouth.
Fuck. It’s heaven. The beauty of the moment only heightened when Honey’s screams fill my ears as she cums with a sob. The sound of her cries echo in the quiet room and I take in the perfect fucking gift I’ve been given after a lifetime of wrong. A lifetime of getting my hands dirty and convincing myself I didn’t deserve to have a home of my own. A place that felt peaceful and forgiving, even for a sinner like me who swore he’d never get on his knees for anyone
That was a lie just like the life I lived then.
There is no place I’d rather be than on my knees for my wife. She is my favorite penance.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
HONEY
Being Law’s wife is interesting. Interesting given that I have zero fucking clue what I’m doing. I try my best to not fuck it up but when there’s cameras constantly on you, what can you do? I never quite feel put together enough to be walking beside him when the cameras go off and when a microphone is thrust into my face with a “Mrs. Sokolov, is it true you were a waitress?” All I can do is splutter out, “I made coffee.”
I made coffee.
Jesus fucking Christ, really? I stare down at the newspaper in front of me that has my quote in big font next to a candid shot of me walking down the street with a cup of coffee in my hand. The cup is from A Different Brew and their logo is easily visible, so that’s good. Maybe my blunder will be good advertisement for them. I know paparazzi have been visiting the shop lately from Tiffany’s texts.
I told them to fuck off but they keep coming back. Gus is going to start charging them double soon.
The short piece on me feels weird. It details where I worked— A Different Brew and how after interviewing several regulars it was confirmed this was my first known interaction with Lawson Sokolov.
“He saved his fiancee and I’ve been a fan ever since!”
“It’s like a Cinderella story if you think about it.”
I bite my lip and stare at the quotes and flip the newspaper closed with a snap. My phone goes off with another ping and I see it’s the BaristApp. It’s been going nuts since my old email got leaked. The messages aren’t from shops but from reporters trying to get me to talk to them and get an exclusive. My finger hovers over it and I hesitate. I’ve been thinking about deleting the app. Law won’t let me take shifts and he’s right not to. Even I’m not dumb enough to do it. As soon as I would take a shift, I have no doubt in my mind that my whereabouts would be leaked to the press.
Why they fucking care what a businessman’s wife is doing in her free time makes no sense to me, but whatever. Even as I think the thought I know why they care. Law isn’t just a businessman. He’sthebusinessman. He’s got the entire city in his pocket and the fact that he came from a background far more colorful than any of the other finance bro wannabes has always made him a point of interest for the press.
They care about me because they know so little about him. Then there’s me. The person that delivers clunky one liners and can’t get her way through an interview if her life depended on it. I’m an open book. The window into Law’s world, so of course they’re interested in me. I need to get better at hiding my emotions, but it’s tough. I spent so much time learning how to blend in that now that I’ve got an entire city’s worth of attention on me I don’t quite know what to do.
