"Siri. You’re perfect. You’re worth it. You deserve it. You work it. You’ve earned it." He sings, as I lay my head on his chest, listening to his voice vibrate in my ear. He cradles my head in one hand and the other slides out of my vagina and around the small of my back, pulling me tight against him. I feel his hard, golden rod pressing into me, but I obey his command. I resist the urge to satisfy him. As we sway, he hums the last of the song in vocal runs, then he tells me. "That’s #10 for today, Wild Thang. Did you realize that?"
"No. I lost count. I only remember the places, the smells, the sounds, the way you worked me. You sure know how to show a girl a good time. I love exploring Rome with you." I hear his smile. His hand is rubbing up and down my back, stroking with a firmness like a massage. It’s both relaxing and stimulating.
"The first time I saw you, I knew I would stop at nothing to have you and now that I have you, I will stop at nothing to keep you."
"You are unstoppable?"
"Yes, when it comes to having you, I am. I withdraw your option to leave. You are perfect for me." Swagalicious man. He sings explaining that when he saw me, he saw magic. That after that, he only sees me. He’s not confused about what we have. He’s been used. He knows the difference. This song is seriously hot! Then he switches to a falsetto. I lose it! The tone runs through me, making me quiver with his tremor, but it’s his words that hit me right in my heart. He does a vocal run and I melt, but my heart begins to race too. I step out of my shoes first, kicking them away with a whore’s attitude, thumping my body to his beat. Next I unzip the skirt, and let it fall to the ground as I unhook my bra. Then I reach around, and pull everything off in one swoop. My tits bounce between us as I shake his hand out of my hair to toss my shirt aside. My hands never stop moving, unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom up.
The roses fall on top of my shirt and both of his hands find my hair.
He sings that he knew our love might be tragic, so he didn’t pay it any mind. When he repeats the falsetto, I push his shirt off. "Naked now!" I whisper to him as my body pleads for his. But he shakes his head and he cinches his hands deep in my hair. He is in control and it’s hot! He tips my face to his. When he sings the chorus again, I sway with him captivated by his magic. Then he sings about our lonely nights before we found 'us’ and how we both vowed to find each other, but we thought we were broken inside, but instead we became one. Us. One.
We are only complete and whole when we are together like this. I pull myself against him. When I touch his hot skin, my body shivers, making my eyes roll back in my head. His voice is singing in my ear that I’m perfect. His hot breath blows on my neck. Goosebumps rise. He tells me I’m worthy. As he trails a fingertip down to my nipple. The goosebumps follow. He assures me that I deserve this. I moan and open my eyes when he rolls it around. His hungry eyes are devouring me, all of me. He trails his fingertip down to my heart. He traces it with his nail, then with soft, little nibbles between the tips of his fingers, he pinches a trail down. My head rolls with his seduction. When he sings a vocal run in my ear, I come for him as easy as I breathe. "Mmmmmmmm," is all I say as I give up a sweet, effortless orgasm.
He sings, as I lay my head on his chest, listening to his voice vibrate in my ear. He cradles my head in one hand and the other moves around the small of my back, pulling me tight against him. I feel his hard, golden rod pressing into me. As we sway, he hums the last of the song in vocal runs with his hand rubbing up and down my back, stroking with firmness like a massage. It’s both relaxing and stimulating.
"The first time I saw you, I knew I would stop at nothing to have you and now that I have you, I will stop at nothing to keep you. I withdraw your option to leave, because I know I will do my damnedest to give you all the happiness life has to offer and you earn the right to be happy every day. You are so special!"
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I stare up into the face of the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My eyes tear with the depth of that knowledge and he smiles so sincerely at me. Then the twinkle appears and he grins when he sees it. "So let me get this straight. I’m either with you willingly or you’ll make me your sex slave. Is that right?"
He smirks at me. "That’s not exactly what I meant, but I can work with that."
"You sure know how to sweet talk a girl." I tease him. "But that’s just mean. Now I don’t know which one to choose. Willing or unwilling. Both sound pretty fucking intriguing!"
He kisses my eyes. "Close your eyes. It’s time for your surprise."
My eyes close.
"Stay."
"I’m not a dog, Aurei."
"Stay right there then." I hear him laughing as he walks towards the desk.
"What are you doing?"
"Keep your eyes closed."
"They are, but what are you doing?"
"I’m getting your surprise."
"Oh goody!" I hear him chuckle. "Hurry! I want to peek so bad!"
"Don’t look. You’ll spoil it."
"Argh! Hurry!" I put my hands over my face to make sure I don’t look. "It’s hard!"
I feel him standing in front of me. The heat from his body touches my skin. Hmm. The first time when he stood this close to me, I thought he invaded my space. Now this space belongs to him. "Open your eyes, Wild Thang."
I slide my hands down on my face and peer over the tips of my fingers at him. What I see takes my breath away, then I smile because I haven’t owned my own breath in days and honestly hope I never do again, but Aurei’s look would take it if he didn’t already have it. His eyes hold it and his smile reflects it, soft and beautiful peacefulness. Contentment. I would be lost without you.
The unspoken words dance between us. "I’ve changed my mind, Aurei."
"You can’t. It’s too late."
"I don’t want a surprise."
"It’s too late." He smirks.
"I don’t want you to shower me with gifts."
He grins. "I’m telling you. It’s too late."
"I’m just happy to be yours. That’s enough for me. You are all I want and all I need."
He laughs and says. "That’s really sweet of you, Siri, but you are gonna change your mind." Then he drops to his knee and my tummy flip flops, diving off a sky scraper. Holy fuck!
One hand reaches for mine, and the other reaches in his pocket.
"Oh my!" I lose my heart and my composure. "Oh fuck me!"
He grins, in spite of trying to be serious. "Shush! I need to say this, and I fully intend to fuck you later, but now I need you to hush and listen."
The touch of his fingers pops me with static. My heart is beating so fast I think I’m going to fucking faint for sure.
"Siri Wright ... I didn’t think I would ever find someone like you. Someone so perfect for me, but I did. You are perfect for me. Will you accept this gift as a symbol that our Us equals our beautiful thang?" He holds up his other hand and dangling from it is a solid gold choker.
"Squee! Oh My Fucking Golden God! That’s gorgeous!" My hand goes to my heart and the other snatches him up. "Oh! Hell yeah! Absofuckinglutely!" I’m laughing away tears.
"When I put this on you, you are not to take it off. I’m the only one who is allowed to do that. When you are Surreal, I understand you can’t wear it, but you will wear it every minute of every day and every time you feel it, every time you see it, every time you touch it, you will know that you are mine and I am yours." He rolls it over. "Before I put this on you, I want you to know this is here." There is an inscription on the back. Xxxxx = Xxxxxx xx
"What does it say?"
"It’s Italian."
"I can see that, but I don’t read Italian."
"I know that." He grins. "It’s a secret for now."
"Ah hell no!"
He chuckles, "Not yet."
"It does not. There are three words there and 'Not yet' is two words. What does it say? Tell me." I laughingly plead.
He chuckles. "I’m not telling you yet."
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bsp; "I know how Steve feels now." I drop my voice and imitate him. "'Fuck you, man! You and your secrets.'"
He laughs out loud. "I’m still not telling you yet."
I bounce up and down. "Oh I know. Silly me. Us equals our beautiful thang. No wait. That’s four words."
"Be still. Bouncy Thang." He ignores me and holds it open for me.
"If I guess it, will you tell me?" I lift my hair then bow my head to receive it. He lifts his arms as he leans in to hook it. His musk fills my nostrils and I inhale the scent of him. "You smell delicious." I whisper.
"I need a bath." He tells me as he hooks it. "There." He leans back, looking at the necklace. "Beautiful perfection. Just like you."
"Is that the inscription? You equals beautiful perfection?"
"No. Nice try."
"So you WILL tell me if I guess it."
"There’s that damn trickery of yours again."
"Ummhmm. I’m evil like that." I wink as I put my fingers to it. The entire band width is an inch wide. The front is a solid plate and the inscription lays hidden against my skin. The sides are also an inch wide but they are made of interwoven gold chains threaded and braided to form a soft pliable mesh chain. It is designed to flex and move. I roll my neck around testing it. "It feels like ...." I roll my eyes. "Hmm. Like a collar." I smirk at him then roll my eyes and bat my eyelashes.
He laughs. "That’s right." And moves his head fast up and down.
His face sends me into silly, happy giggles. "Good! I love being yours! Truly I do!" I jump on him and hook my legs around his waist. Placing smooches and smooches all over his face, I peck him, then I smack loud and wet three times. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! That’s three big smooches for the three words inscribed no matter what they say." I put my nose on his. Our breath mingles and I smell his sweet scent. "Aurei?"
"Yes, Wild Thang."
"I should kiss you right now, but I’m too tuned up!"
"I’ll take another raincheck. I like you owing me. When I collect, it will be epic. I assure you."
I grip him tight with my legs and let go. My torso falls over backwards. "I hope you don’t think I’m tame just because I’m collared." I place my hands on the floor, then I squeeze and flex my pussy.
The girls and I used to tease Cat that this exercise was called Kegel Hell, but she insisted we do it. "It’s the strength in the smallest muscles that will save you from breaking your neck on the pole. Every muscle is essential for a top-dollar performance. Don’t neglect these. You will thank me for them later."
"Fuck, Siri. What you can do with your body is incredible!"
I giggle. "I intend to torture you with my contortions!" I relax, let him go and simply bring my legs to the ground, standing up. I run my finger over the gold plate. "I just had a funny thought." I smile into his hungry eyes. "Maybe you should have looked instead for a shock collar."
"Maybe I should have." We both crack up knowing I really would wear one. "You know, maybe I will, Kinky Thang. Are you ready for the rest of your surprise?" He puts his hands on my shoulders and slowly turns me around.
My eyes blink wide. "Oh My Fucking Golden God! Aurei Moore! It’s gorgeous too!" Hanging from a portable clothes display rack is a jacket length, white fox, fur coat. "This is beyond awesome!"
He slips his arms around my waist and nuzzles my neck. "Your heart is too warm and generous. I don’t want you to ever be cold again." He places sweet little kisses next to my new collar.
"I don’t know what to say."
He lifts his head. "Then don’t say anything. Go try it on."
I glide toward it, then realize it is covering something. "There’s more?"
He chuckles. "Yes. There is always more with Moore."
I turn around and flash him a big beautiful smile. "You are earning so many brownie points!"
"That I intend to collect on." He grins at me.
I turn back to the jacket and gently push it open. Inside is a shimmering black and blue toga style dress with only one shoulder and layers of soft fabric draping down into beautiful folds. The fabric is like silk, but not. "It’s beautiful, Aurei." I tell him as I touch it, running my hand into the depths and lifting it to watch the light play on it. It’s iridescent. "It’s absofuckinglutely gorgeous beyond gorgeous." The stitching is small and precise, but not made by a machine. It has been custom designed and sewn by hand. "This is what the lady at the dress store was measuring me for."
"Yes. It is."
I turn around to face him. "You are the sweetest man ... EVER. Thank you so much."
"You’re welcome so much." He opens his arms and I melt into them. His Sugar Bare hug makes my world seem indestructible.
"Where are you taking the luckiest girl in the world in my new dress and coat?" I lay my head back and smile. His eyes begin to twinkle and the crinkle is there.
"Dancing, of course." His smile slides over his teeth and his tongue touches the corner.
"You know how I am when there is a song, a dance floor and an audience." I tease him.
"I know. Unstoppable." He grins then swats my ass playfully. "Go freshen up so I can take my Dancing Diva out for a night on the town."
I giggle. "I like the way you think, Mr. Moore. Truly, I do."
Chapter Thirty
Aurei watches from the chair by the window as I slip into my custom dress. The soft fabric falls against my skin and lays clinging to it like soft tissue. The openness of it is deceiving because of the cut, and the tiny hand stitches that ensure it fits snug, but it’s not binding. It looks for all the world like a small bed sheet tossed over me that barely covers anything, but testing its movement proves everything stays covered. There is no way to wear a bra or panties so I’m naked underneath and that makes me happy. "Aurei, this dress is a work of art!"
"Ummhmm." He says. "The tailor is an old family friend. Her mother was the tailor for my grandmother. They handmade all her ballet costumes."
"I’m honored! It fits like a glove too!" I grin at him as I slip into my black leather stilettos.
The fabric flows off my shoulder and hangs down in large folds then wraps around front and back below my waist. The front angle crosses my thighs mini skirt length and the back angle hugs my butt cheek. That hip is completely covered. The fabric also flows and lays lightly on that breast, while it bridges my cleavage and falls off the other breast half way between my nipple and the outer curve where it then falls open past the hip. There is no back. The key that keeps the front against my pussy and prevents my tits from being exposed, other than a few very well placed pieces of fabric tape, is the cut and stitches that hug my butt. The toga falls straight off the back of the shoulder in large folds, lands and lays on my butt where it then drapes over my ass cheeks and meets the front fabric where it tapers in massive folds and fans out stopping halfway down my thighs.
I twirl around, bend over and touch the floor, then I drop, bounce, flip my hair and roll up. Everything stays in place, and the fabric appears to float around me. It is a gown designed for a red carpet event.
"Umm. You look like a delicious Diva, Wild Thang."
I strut my stuff over to him. "You look like a delicious Dom."
He looks down at his clothes and chuckles. "Dom? Black slacks, a white shirt and a blue bow tie? What’s so Dom about it?"
"It’s the attitude, Sugar Bare. It’s all about the attitude and right now, you are oozing it."
"Oozing, huh? That sounds like something kinky we should try later tonight."
"I’m in." I slink over, then lean over, putting my hands on his thighs. "I do kinky real good!" He leans forward and kisses my lips. I can see his cock is hard so I open his legs and fall to my knees between them.
"No, Kinky Thang. Don’t even think about it. I’ve got bigger plans for us tonight." He grabs a hand full of my hair and keeps me away. I pretend I was reaching for his shirt as I pout my lips and begin to button it. He chuckles, and starts to pile my hair up on my head. "I think you should wear your hair up. I wan
t to see your collar from every angle." He pulls my hair tight, then forces my head back, grinning at me. "What say you?"
"I say you can have it anyway you want it."
"Hmm." He hums. He drops my hair and it billows down around my shoulders. "But then again. I like when it’s natural like this. It looks like a cloud of gold around you."
"I think a braid would be nice with this dress." I finish buttoning his shirt. "There." I stand up beside him and push him back in the chair so I can start to tie his tie. I turn his collar up and grasp the ends, proportioning them accordingly. "Let’s see if I can remember how to do this. It’s been a long time."
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