They locked eyes as he asserted his dominance, and Nivéa fell silent, letting him take the lead as always.
Crown helped her out of her gown, and with one smooth motion, he lifted her onto the kitchen island and laid her back, sliding her panties off. He held them to his nose, inhaling deeply, confirming he didn’t give a fuck about her sweat or the juices she’d been leaking all day. He would live inside her pussy if it were possible.
“Fuck,” he groaned, wanting to dick her down right then and there. But he forced himself to slow down; tonight was special. He wanted to take his time, to love on her before diving in.
Instead, as he stood between her legs, Crown placed his thumb on her clit, circling it slowly as he took notice of her white-painted toes curling on the island. Deciding to multitask, he took one of her feet into his mouth, sucking gently on her toes while his thumb continued to trace her clit.
“Uhhhh… oooh, baby.” Nivéa cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Crown made a full circle with his thumb before stopping and going lower. He slipped a finger inside her, then another one, hitting her sweet spot. Nivéa arched her back against the cold surface, her eyes fluttering shut as satisfaction washed over her.
“C’mere. Sit up for me, baby.” Crown commanded, pulling her toes from his mouth.
“Baby… I can’t.” She whimpered, weak at his touch.
“I’ll help you.”
With a hand at the small of her back, Crown guided her up. As soon as she was at the edge of the island, Nivéa wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as she ground her hips. She met his rhythm until she came hard on his hand.
Seizing the moment, Crown withdrew his fingers and pulled the Knight's bandanna from his back pocket, preparing to tie it around her eyes.
“What the he—” Nivéa gasped, trying to catch her breath and figure out what he was doing. But Crown quickly wrapped his hand around her throat, leaning in.
“You trust me?” He asked, watching her swallow hard before she nodded, just like she had when he first introduced her pussy to his Glock.
“Nah, I need to hear you.”
“Yes,”
“Yes, what?” He slipped one of his soiled fingers into her mouth.
Without hesitation, Nivéa sucked her juices from him, her gaze locked on his. “Yes, I trust you.” She released his finger and answered.
“Aight, then…trust me.” He urged, continuing to secure the blindfold.
Once her vision was gone, Crown lifted her and walked her through the cabin until they reached another room deeper inside. The second the secured door slid open, cooler air brushed against Nivéa’s skin. She heard some more soft music first, then the faint crackle of another fireplace.
Crown carefully sat her down before slowly removing the bandana from her eyes. Nivéa blinked a few times, adjusting to the low amber lighting surrounding the room.
“Ahmad…” She called as she slowly looked around.
The room was dimly lit and felt both sensual and deep. Black silk sheets covered the oversized bed where she sat, while candles flickered throughout the space. Chains were integrated into the bedframe and a nearby bondage table. A padded leather bench stood at the foot of the bed, and a black trunk rested nearby. On both sides of the room, velvet-lined drawers were partially open, revealing silk restraints, more blindfolds, massage oils, premium sensitive lubricants, and other items that sent heat creeping across Nivéa’s skin.
There wasn’t a single window in sight, only rich wood and a heavy entrance that made the room feel completely cut off from the rest of the cabin. She gasped as she looked up, noticing a mirror stretching across part of the ceiling, overlooking them.
“What the fuck are you on, nigga?” Nivéa let out a low…nervous laugh as she looked at him.
“I wanted to surprise my wife. I know it probably looks crazy. But this ain’t on no weird shit. I just…wanted us to explore some things together tonight.”
Crown didn’t consider himself a Dom or nothing like that; he was simply a grown-ass man with desires, ready to explore every inch of his wife. He wanted to fuck every hole on Nivéa’s body that night, and he hoped she could take it and let him.
“Who else have you brought here to have it decked out this way? Did you do this often?” Nivéa asked, her jealousy suddenly overpowering her anxiety.
“Nah, it was transformed this way.” He explained, coming out of his bottoms.
“The room was always here; I kept it separate from the rest of the cabin as a safe spot in case something happened. You know me. But all this?” He gestured around them. “I did this for us over the past few weeks. No other woman gets what I give you, baby.”
The honesty in his voice softened Nivéa as she gazed around again.
