by Belvin, Love
He rose from our kneeling, proffered his hand to assist me in standing, “We take it one day at a time. Isn’t that what you Christians sing about in your hymns?” His lips curl up into a smile.
What is it about this man that I trust implicitly?
Chapter 7
Rayna
The next morning, I’m awakened by the annoying sounds of the alarm clock. I jolt and try to jump up to snooze it. Only, my body is mounted just inches from the bed. What in the…? I look up in search of my restrained hands to find my wrists cuffed to the bed. Between the noisy alarm and the frustration of not being able to collect my arms, I grow distressed. I finally look over to Azmir’s side of the bed. He’s peering down at me in humor, watching me squirm. Suddenly, I’m relieved, but expecting an explanation.
“What is this all about?” I demand.
He places his iPad on the nightstand as he wears the most lecherous smirk. To say this is the last way I thought I’d wake up this morning isn’t saying much at all. He reaches over me to quiet my alarm. He takes a sharp exhale as he retracts back to the bed. My belly clenches as I watch the columnar muscle cords of the sinewy wing of his back hover above me. His white Calvin Klein boxer briefs are inches below his rippled abdomen and I want to run my tongue beneath the band of them. He plants a wet kiss on my lips. Crap! He’s got me again! He smelled of mint, which meant he prepared for this while I was asleep. He apparently had the time to cuff me, too. What is this all about?
“Ms. Brimm, you look even better cuffed awake than you did while you were asleep,” he observed.
I gave him an expression of bewilderment, though I know where he was going with this. As much as I try to fight it, I am getting turned on by the second.
“I woke up just after dawn from a nasty dream,” he murmured as he pulled the comforter from my waist down to the foot of the bed. “I don’t want to rehash it, but I must say, it consisted of you leaving me yesterday,” Azmir is speaking in the most even tone—somewhere between contrite and salacious. I can’t choose. He runs his fingers softly up and down the side of my abdomen. I shiver.
He continues, “I’ve expressed to you that I don’t want you to leave. This includes my side and my home. So, I wondered, ‘How can I get through to her in a manner that she’d understand?’ Then the thought came to me, ‘Chain her to the bed for the rest of her days,’ but that, of course, has legal implications. So, I thought of a milder version. I thought that I could cuff you and remind you of why you should stay. Make sense?” he asks, expecting an answer.
I nod my head in agreement.
“Good,” he affirmed, flashing that panty-snatching smirk. “So, I am going to start now, understanding that I have a good half an hour before you need to be showered, fed, and out of here to make it to your workout session on time. Okay?”
I enthusiastically nod, again. I was so ready that I’d already started squirming.
He began to kiss me passionately, causing my brain to pound in my head as electric pulses coursed my body, setting fire down deep. His tongue was fierce, igniting all my senses. Before I knew it, he began his descend down my body landing at my breasts. He teased my turgid nipples torturously by sucking and deliciously tugging at them, pulling them to a near painful length. It was spicy pleasure and an erotic visual. He stayed there, working them over, sucking, sparring with his trained tongue and kneading my breasts thoroughly. My head swung restlessly from side to side. My pelvis thrusting in the air, desperately wanting friction of the A.D. type. But he lay at forty-five degree angle, torturing me with his adept mouth. I felt the rising in my belly. He pulled at my nipples with his lips, then teeth. I lay twitchily as I watch and hear his tongue slap against my flesh. My toes curled into a ball as my body tensed in preparation.
I tried to fight the urge, but I could no longer.
“Ahhhhhhh!” I yelled and then my body collapsed seconds before convulsing over the mattress. I couldn’t feel anything but rippling waves of pleasure as an orgasm swept through my body. Never in my life had I obtained an orgasm from sole activities to my breasts. It was clear by his expression that Azmir was precipitating it.
He stilled to crack a smile and then continued his oral deeds as I thrust my hips in the air, wishing it was upon him. This was air humping at its best, something I hadn’t done since high school. Azmir knew what he was doing. His tongue moved with agility around my belly, causing it to lurch from unrelenting oral persecution.
Man! If my hands were free I’d push his head down below.
“Are. You. Getting. The. Picture. Ms. Brimm?” he asked between kisses down to the juncture of my jumpy legs. My panting was out of control. I was so ready for him. Again. With a heavy tongue, he traveled from the top of my pubic hair line to the opening of the lips of my sex.
He stops. No!
“Ms. Brimm, this is the best time for sex of any kind for you. Do you know why?”
What the..! A pop quiz at a time like this, Jacobs?
Still heavily panting, I quickly whisper, “No.”
With his smile still present he answers, “Because you have a full bladder. Not only will your pending orgasms be first-class, but my thrusts will feel more intense to you. Are you ready?”
Orgasms ending with an “s”? I felt my muscles clenching again. Oh, I am so ready!
“Bring it on—PLEASE!”
Azmir chuckles, further spinning me out of control. Is there anything he can do to turn me off at this point? In no time, he started skillfully lapping his tongue into my canal. His clever tongue was weighty this particular morning and it was what I needed. I think he somehow knew that. Having my hands above me made the experience more erotic and tantalizingly pleasing at the same time.
“Damn, Brimm, you taste so good in the morning,” he growls with such desire, bringing about mass lubrication at the apex of my legs. I only wish I could touch him…his head…his shoulders.
“Let’s hurry up. We don’t have long,” he reminds me and goes straight to my throbbing pearl as he caresses my thighs that are hovering over his ears and head. I flex my sex at him back and forth and up and down, feeling perspiration gathering on my forehead. He reaches up to my nipples and skillfully massages them, and not too long after that I become undone. Heat courses through my veins as I splinter into tiny little pieces beneath him. I cry out, shudder, and my body jolts every which way imaginable.
Holy cow! He was right: this is more intense. I guess I’d never considered it. It was more intense than the first one.
It goes on for so long. He holds me at the waist to keep me still until I’m done. Once my whimpers are silenced, he rises and pulls down his boxer briefs. His erection vaults out, prominent as ever. It looks so inviting. He strokes it a time or two, well aware of the torment he’s putting me through. Swiftly, he reaches over me to unhook me from the bed. I’m slightly disappointed because I enjoyed the brief erotica. Azmir is never short of freaky. My one hand is still cuffed, so I have to be careful as to how I move because the cuffs are heavy and can hurt me if I’m not mindful. He sits me up so that I’m facing him and checks my wrists.
“No marks. Good. If this were the weekend I’d try something that would definitely bruise you, but you have to go to work,” he mutters. I’m not sure why, but his words pique my interest and I find myself a little disappointed. “I know you like to ride on top, but I want to see how you performed when slightly restrained,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. He has so much passion in his eyes as he lifts my slip over my head. I’m now naked. He made his way to my lips and I tasted myself on him. We taste good together. I am so aroused. I moan through my nose as he cuffs my hands together behind me. I heard the clicking as he adjusted it to size of my wrist.
How did I sleep through this earlier? I don’t care. I want this so bad.
“If you need my help to grind just ask. Okay?” he whispers chidingly in my ear. I eagerly nod in agreement.
He lifts me onto his lap as he sits on his legs. He’s so stron
g. So virile. I’m in awe as I stare into his most alluring eyes. His long lashes are piercing and his smooth coco skin is so inviting, but I can’t touch him. As he guides me down onto his wide length, I groan. His eyes never leave my face. He feels so good filling me. Right away, I unsuccessfully try thrusting because my self-control has fleeted.
“Uh…uh,” Azmir reprimands, heeding me. “I’m not all the way in,” he informs through clenched teeth. This told me he was enjoying me as well. With his arms draped around my back, he hooks one of them on my shoulders to anchor me.
“Ah!” I cry out. The pleasure is indescribable.
“Ready,” Azmir informs me.
I begin going to town. I thrust and flexed every which way, trying to find my balance. I couldn’t. He felt so good buried in me, but he was inconsistently hitting my most sensitive spots in there. I needed a rhythm, but couldn’t get it without the use of my arms.
Azmir, stills, looks me in my eyes, and mouths, “Just ask,” he reminds me in a husky tone of his that I knew well. I was panting in my frustration of feeling like I had an internal itch, but couldn’t navigate my scratcher.
“Please!” I bite out with deep exasperation.
He pulls down on my shoulders and pushes me onto him and then off. Oh, I love the way he uses my body as if it weighed two pounds. It was effortless. He did it for a few seconds before I caught on and then went for broke. I began plowing into him like a mad woman, feeling electrical pulses traveling through my spine. He moved his arms to hold onto my hands behind my back while kissing me wildly on my shoulders, neck, and breasts.
“Azmir! Oh my…Azmir!” I screamed. My insides were on sensory overload and I tightened at the core to grip him internally.
“Rayna, you’re such an enthusiastic lover,” he choked out in a gruff over our pace. “You see…this is why you can’t leave.” At those words my eyes pried open. I can see the determination in his eyes, the hidden retribution for my stubbornness.
I knew in that moment that I was exhausting him mentally, my resistance wearing on him. But how long before he broke? I didn’t want to think about that. I want to focus on his workings of my anatomy. He feels incredible. “You feel it…don’t you, baby. There it is,” he says because somehow he knows. He knows that I am on the brink of an orgasm. He’s that in tune with my body that he can accurately predict it.
I let it go, singing the letter “O” with more meanings than I thought it had.
Azmir pulls me closer to him. “You won’t leave?” he asks with anxiousness. Desperation.
“No…no!” I scream in torturous pleasure as my orgasm is still in full swing.
“Tell me, baby…tell me you won’t leave me—ever,” he demands through clenched teeth and with urgency in his tone.
“Never. I’m never leaving you. I swear, Azmir!” I meant every word of that proclamation. I felt it in every corner of my body as I was coming down from my orgasmic high.
Azmir had taken over the thrusting and it felt inconceivably delicious. “Good…because I plan to give you the world. I’m gonna make you so happy, Brimm. Do whatever I have to. I’m gonna make you my—” his declarations were interrupted by his ravishing orgasm. He held my limp body so near to his as he writhed beneath me. It was as if he needed to become one with me. I felt the goose bumps that sheathed his tense body.
I was absolutely spent. We sat in that position until we both finished collecting ourselves.
I couldn’t get his last sentence out of my head. He’s gonna make me what? Happy? Proud? His wife? He’d already said happy so he had to have meant his wife. Am I ready for that? Am I worthy of that? I don’t want to move things too fast. It’s enough that I’m living with him. I’m still adjusting to that. My eyes paced the wall behind Azmir as my thoughts ran wild.
“You okay?” he whispered against my neck where he buried his face during his climax.
“Yeah,” I breathed, trying to mask my bemusement.
Azmir reached for the key to free my hands from the handcuffs.
“Ah!” I cried. I hadn’t realized my shoulders were locked into that position. “Try explaining that to Tyler this morning,” he teased.
Azmir takes my hands into his and lifts them gently to his face to inspect damages. He sighs in relief when he notices no bruising. He kisses them and for once he isn’t looking me into my eyes. This is strange for him. It plays on my suspicions. Was Azmir hinting at a proposal? I had to confront this head on.
“Azmir?” I call to him, though he’s two inches away and still rock hard inside of me. I try to capture his diverting eyes.
“Yes, baby,” he answers while still planting small kisses on my hands and wrists. It was distracting.
“What you said earlier? Or what you were trying to say…?” Crap! What am I trying to say?
He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me slowly and tenderly. This was dangerous considering he was still strong inside of me. He broke our embrace.
“Ms. Brimm, we have lots to talk about, but now we must start our day. If we stay here like…this…” He gestures to me on his lap, “…we’ll never leave. Boyd should be out there by now waiting on our orders. I have my session with Tyler, an insane amount of meetings and a dental appointment this morning,” he muttered, lifting me off of his lap, causing me to wince. He was evading my questions.
“I have to shower,” he said just before kissing me on the shoulder and exiting the bed for the bathroom.
After washing and dressing for the gym, I walk out into the kitchen. Azmir is there at the breakfast table on the phone and his iPad at the same time. He’s always working.
“C. Boyd!” I call out as I always do when seeing him in the morning.
Chef Boyd turns to find me, “Ms. Brimm, you look like you’re ready to run a marathon this morning! What can I fix you to help with that?” Boyd asks playfully as Azmir eyeballs me until I sit at the table with him. I could tell he was ending his telephone conversation.
“I’m starvin’ like Marvin! I think I’ll go with Belgium waffles with your wicked blueberry sauce,” I request.
Azmir shoots me a sharp gaze. “I wonder what Tyler would say about that.”
I’m not sure if he’s serious or not. In fact, I’m not sure I’m picking up the warmest of vibes from him at all, which is weird considering our time earlier.
I return his glower and hiss in return, “If you won’t tell about my breakfast, I won’t tell him about your kinky fascination with restraints this morning and how it’s the cause of my feeble shoulders and wrists.” I knew it wasn’t necessary, but my words were out there before I could weigh them.
Azmir raises his eyebrows as soon as he knew where I was going and before I was done. His neck extends forward and he cuts his eyes toward Chef Boyd, who was within earshot. I didn’t care. We were all adults. Shoot, he knows I live here. He’s followed Azmir to my place in the high hours of the morning. He knows we have sex!
Azmir doesn’t seem too pleased about me alluding to our intimate life in front of his staff. I didn’t want to piss him off, especially after our superb lovemaking this morning. Then it dawned on me: Perhaps Azmir was feeling vulnerable about his nearly slipped confession of wanting to get married. I’m not accustomed to seeing him in an insecure state. I bet very few get to sit in the seat I’m theoretically resting in now.
“Any meat or sides with that, ma’am?” Boyd ask, surely trying to cut the tension in the kitchen this morning.
“Turkey bacon would be nice. Thanks,” I reply with less zing in my voice. Azmir just knocked me down a peg. His eyes are still glued to me, though now he holds up his paper with both hands over the table. I roll my eyes at him. Yeah, he’s in a foul mood—again…but it’s so unnecessary.
Out of nowhere, he quietly reaches for my hand over the table. As I turn my attention back to him, his eyes soften. He turns my wrist up still in search of markings. They’re actually on my breasts.
We ate our breakfasts in silence. Azmir has
his usual egg white omelet with spinach and tomatoes and turkey bacon. Boyd’s presentations are most exquisite.
As we were finishing up Azmir breaks his quiet, “Don’t forget to clear your schedule for our meeting with the attorneys this afternoon.” I nod and am once again reminded of the looming quagmire that I’ve been thrust into—we’ve been thrust into.
Over a romantic dinner on the water yesterday, Azmir informed me that his legal team is eager to take this bull by the horns and have begun reaching out to all parties involved, including my practice. Am I ready for this today? I ask myself as I clear the table, preparing to leave.
Over in the foyer, Azmir and I are leaving out at the same time. This doesn’t always happen. I’m still thrown by his mood. It’s like he’s been sulking since our morning expedition and I’m not all that certain why. But I had bigger fish to fry; getting through the day that lay ahead so I brushed it off.
At the front door I yell to Boyd, “Thanks for breakfast, CB. It was great per usual. Can’t wait for dinner!”
“It’s my pleasure, Ms. Brimm. Hope I can pull it off again for dinner. Have a great day!” he returns while busying himself in the kitchen.
“Make it a good one, Mr. Jacobs, sir,” Boyd bode.
“This evening, Boyd. I’m looking forward to it,” Azmir replied with his lips petulantly set into a grim line. I thought it was strange, as Boyd prepares our dinner in the morning. He’s only contracted to show in the morning for two meals. I’m usually warming up dinner he’d prepared that morning when I get in at night. But again, I shook it off due to pending issues.
Azmir peered down at me with an intense gape. “It’s going to be a trying day, I’m sure, Ms. Brimm. You’ll get through it,” he murmurs, giving me words of encouragement.
Mood changer!
Initially, I resolve to say nothing, just try to read his mood. But I couldn’t help it. This communication thing he constantly summoned went both ways. “What were you trying to say earlier—”