by Blue Saffire
“Lift,” he says, wrapping my other leg with his arm for support.
I lift my foot so he can get the stocking off. Ryan repeats the same action with the other leg. Only this time when I lift my leg, he steadies me as he licks my inner thigh where my juices have dripped.
“You taste so fucking good. I’m buying you a case of that lotion.”
I try not to giggle. I think that’s their point. There has been a price list and order form in the bottom of every basket. Whoever throws these events really knows what they’re doing. I’ve enjoyed everything. Every detail on every day.
Ryan slowly peels my soaked panties down my thighs. It’s tortuous how he drags the fabric and his fingers across my skin. Yet, I take it in silence as I watch him.
I nearly whimper when Ryan stands and his body heat leaves my back. He leaves me standing in the middle of the room as he crosses to a basket that was left here for us. He filled out all the questionnaires the first day. I’ve been surprised by all of his choices.
So imagine the look on my face when he removes the ribbon from the basket and plucks out ropes and oil. He reaches for a blindfold, but shakes his head and leaves it. Sifting through the rest, he purses his lips in thought. I nearly burst into laughter when he places the items back into the basket and lifts the entire thing up to carry over to the table in the center of the room.
I noticed the large round table when we first entered earlier. It drew my attention because nothing was on it and no chairs surrounded it. I found that odd in the bedroom-like suite.
He looks at me and shrugs his shoulder. “What? We’re going to need a lot of this stuff. Some I’m undecided about.” I shrug my shoulders back and smile at him. “Come here.”
I move toward him, but he meets me halfway as if too eager to wait. He pinches my chin and devours my lips. I almost moan into his mouth, trapping it in right before it slips free.
He breaks the kiss with a smile on his lips. Pecking my forehead, he runs a finger across my lips. Those golden eyes search my face.
“Kinbaku is my favorite practice. The art is breathtaking in itself. On you, I know it will be so sexy and irresistible. It just so happens to be a Japanese art. Here it’s called shibari.”
He palms my butt and draws me into his erection. “I won’t get too intricate with the ropes.” He drags a finger from my throat down the center of my breasts. “You’re going to look so beautiful.”
Releasing me, he leaves me standing breathless as he walks over to the panel that controls the lighting and sound system. After pressing a few buttons, the sensual sound of music flows through the air. I don’t know the song, but it’s raw and sexy. And this is why I love Ryan.
He starts to sway his hips and dance his way to me. God, he’s gorgeous. Most men his size don’t own his confidence and smoothness. Ryan moves toward me like he owns his body and everything about it.
When he reaches me, he dances around me in a circle. This time a little giggle does slip free. When he stands in front of me again, he grasps the back of my neck and crushes my lips with his. As he devours me, he backs me up as he deepens the kiss. I cling to his neck and follow his lead until my butt bumps into the table he placed the basket on.
Ryan breaks the kiss and plucks me from my feet to place me on top of the table as if I’m no more than a toy. I sit on my knees before him. Even on the table, I have to tilt my head back to look up at Ryan at his six seven height.
He drops a kiss on my lips before reaching for the basket. Grabbing one of the ropes, he shows it to me. I nod my head and lick my dry lips. He pecks them again.
“Relax. You’re going to love this.”
I give another nod and take a deep breath. He holds my gaze until he sees I’ve fully relaxed. With a smile, he starts to caress my skin with the ropes.
They’re softer than I thought they would be. I think that knowledge allows me to relax a bit more. He reaches for one of my wrists and starts to wind the rope around it.
“These were treated for comfort. It was another of the new products in the basket. I think you can write your article on all the toys and new products they have alone. We’re packing all this shit to take home and I’m placing an order for a ton of stuff,” he says with a teasing smile.
I roll my eyes at him, but the smile remains on my lips. It’s once he has my wrists linked behind my back somehow connected to ropes that are crisscrossed above my belly, right under my breasts, and down the center of my back that I realize his mundane chats have been a distraction. While he talked of placing orders and what he plans to do with all the new toys, he trussed me up to his liking.
I glance in the mirror and I’m surprised by one, how turned on I am, and two, how beautiful this is. It’s intricate yet simple. The knots and crossing of the ropes show Ryan’s attention to detail. I want to tell him how beautiful it is, but I remind myself to watch and listen.
He takes a step back. “Stunning. Damn, baby. Look at you,” he says the words as if he’s in awe.
I sit as straight as I can. There’s something about having him look at me like this. I feel… empowered. It’s clear that even though he released the fastening of his pants, he’s still straining against them. The outline of his hard length is on full display. The leather pants are open revealing the hairs surround that delicious dick of his.
Just when I think he’s going to put us both out of our misery he walks off and grabs a chair to drag back across the room to sit before me. Ry takes a seat and slouches down in the chair. A grin takes over his face as my chest starts to heave in earnest. The anticipation is stifling.
“I just want to look at you. Have I told you how adorable you look with your little bump? Don’t speak, use your head.”
I shake my head, causing him to frown. “I’m sorry, baby. I should have told you by now. I love watching you swell with my life in you. You were gorgeous before, now, you’re simply exquisite.”
I smile at him as it’s all I can do. The lust and desire in his eyes as they roll over me solidify his words. He leans forward in his seat, placing his arms over his knees.
I notice the sweat over his lip and on his brow. He’s wound tight, but he’s holding back. As I look more closely I can see all the signs. The flush of his cheeks, the vein in his neck, the strain of his pants as he pulses within them. It’s so hot. I’m doing this to him.
I tilt my chin up as that empowerment turns to emboldenment. I’m on a high as the air charges with the seduction this power owns. Ryan’s eyes light up and he moves out of his chair lightning fast, places a hand in my hair and tips my head back as he takes my lips.
“There it is. That’s what I want,” he says against my lips. “You feel that? You see how much power you have over me?”
He doesn’t allow me to answer as he kisses me hard once again. I can’t help it. I cry out when he slides his fingers between my legs and pushes two inside me.
He chuckles and nips at my lip. “Shh, baby. I’m only getting started.”
He isn’t lying. I lose count of the orgasms he gives me as I kneel on the table before him. With every suck of my breasts, stroke of my clit, kiss of my lips, I pant with need and spiral into a world of awe.
Not once does Ryan touch himself or move to penetrate me. It’s as I watch this that my love and respect for him go to a new level. This is for my pleasure. He’s ignoring his own need to bring me bliss.
His face has turned red and his teeth are clenched. Even his chest looks flushed. His body is coiled so tightly as he works me over.
In this moment, I feel more powerful than I ever have. This man before me in all his glory is hanging on by a thread because of me, yet he’s holding all that back because he wants me to be happy. That’s a heady mix that my mind trips over even as I watch the scene before me play out.
This time when my orgasm hits me, I release a silent scream that carries with it all the feelings of helplessness. As one of the Mistresses said in a workshop, you will know when you find yo
ur place in this world. The adrenaline and freedom will open the door you need, when you need it.
The table is soaked beneath me. Ryan hisses loudly. He cups my face and kisses my lips.
“This is what I want for you.” He nuzzles my neck. Stepping aside and placing two fingers under my chin, he guides my head so I look into one of the mirrors. “Carmen Nene Nash, that’s what a woman with all the power looks like. I’m your slave and your master, as you are mine. Do you understand his restraint now?”
Yes, I do. I totally get it. I get this entire conference and everything I’ve learned. I think I’m ready. I can face my father. This is my life.
“Talk to me, baby,” he says softly.
“Yes, I get it. More than you know.”
Chapter 28
Triple Play
Carmen
I was surprised when Ryan suggested we spend one of our last nights here in a nightclub. I almost begged off, but Roni talked me into going out. I’m glad I did. I’ve never been to a nightclub before.
There’s so much to take in. Especially from the VIP booth we’re in. Looking out at all the drunken bodies flailing against each other is quite amusing.
“You look like you’re having fun,” Ryan leans to whisper in my ear.
I turn to look at him. Something’s not right with him. He’s been in a mood since we arrived. I’m not too sure what that’s about. After all, this was his idea. He even provided the cute little black dress I’m wearing.
I was sure they were going to stop me and Roni and turn us away. Imagine my surprise when we skipped the line and walked right in. However, Ryan and John didn’t seem surprised at all.
We were led right to our VIP table and a bottle of champagne sat waiting for us. I get the feeling the bottle wasn’t the only thing waiting for us. The tension in Ryan and John leads me to think we’re here for a reason.
“Yes, I am,” I say with a smile. Reaching to cup his face, I tilt my head to the side. “But you don’t look like you are.”
He turns his face to kiss my palm. That smile I know him for spreads across his face. “I’m with you. I’m always having fun when you’re near. I can’t wait to have more fun later tonight.” He wiggles his brows at me and leans in for a kiss.
He deepens the kiss and I forget what I had planned to say. Ryan places his hand around my throat and gives a gentle squeeze, I almost come. All I feel is him and the thump of the music.
When he suddenly pulls away, I’m breathless and dazed. Wow. I still don’t know what’s wrong with him, but if it leads to passion like that. I’m not too sure I want to fix it. He kisses my forehead before he turns his attention back out to the dance floor. I guess if he says he’s fine, I should let it go.
“No Romeo No Juliet” by 50 Cent and Chris Brown blares through the speaker, hitting me in my chest. I cover my belly wondering if the baby can feel all the base surrounding me. A smile comes to my lips.
I go to say something witty to serve Ryan up some of his own sarcasm, but my words are cut short as my gaze lands on a sight I haven’t seen the match of since watching the Blacks and their cousins all walk together at Toby’s wedding. Now that was a sight.
However, these three that have grabbed my attention give off that dangerous vibe I get from Logan and Brooklyn. I don’t know if it’s the tats or their imposing height. Or it could be the way the crowd seems to part as they move through and the crazy swag they part the crowd with.
It’s like the music has set the tempo of their moments. They all move in sync with each other. The two on the left and right look ahead toward the VIP area. However, the one in the middle has his head bent.
It’s not until they get within a few feet of our table that he lifts his dark blonde head. Those cold blue eyes beneath dark brows pin me and a chill runs through me. My hands itch to reach for my blades. Only I don’t have any on me.
His lips turn up into a smile and I gasp. The gesture transforms his face and he’s gorgeous. Although, what blows me away is when I scan the faces of the other two. It takes a moment for me to realize I’m not going crazy and I haven’t been staring into the face of one person.
There are three of them identical and all with those breathtaking smiles and crazed looking eyes. The only difference is their hair and clothes. They all have neat quiffs like Ryan’s usual hairstyle, but their shades of blonde vary. From an ash blonde to medium then dark. I get the feeling that only the one in the middle has his natural color.
It’s crazy. All three lick their lips at the same time. It’s hot and scary all at once. I don’t realize I’m clenching the hem of my dress until Ryan speaks.
“Make me flatten this motherfucker. I’ll put a bullet through all three of your heads at the same time,” Ryan says without his usual taunting calm.
The three snort in unison and turn their mirth filled eyes on Ryan. “Ya do know we’re distant cousins, mate?” the one on the right says with a faint version of the Australian-English accent I’ve heard since I’ve been here.
“We have no problem putting ya ass to sleep, ay,” the one on the left says revealing the same accent, but I realize there’s something else underneath.
“No problem at all,” says the one in the middle with a sinister grin.
“And where exactly will I be?” John stands and says. He moves to the one in the middle and tugs him into a hug. They slap each other’s backs good-naturedly. John turns to face us at the table. “Roni, Carmen, this is Alexander, the oldest of the triplets.”
“G’day, love,” Alexander aims at me and winks.
Ryan flies out of his seat so fast, I don’t know it until he’s standing behind Alexander with him in a headlock. “Keep playing with me, Lex,” Ryan says before whispering something that brings a smile to Alexander’s face.
Alexander shrugs Ryan off and fixes the collar of his white dress shirt that’s rolled up to the elbows revealing two forearms full of tats. His black slacks and suspenders bring together his rough and sexy look. Funny, all three of them have on Converse. Even the one in the three-piece suit.
“I think ya’ve scared her,” the one in the suit says as he pulls Ryan into a one-arm hug. He winks at Roni. “Good to see ya again, lovie. Ya look well.”
“Good to see you without busted knuckles,” Roni scoffs.
I turn to look at her. She doesn’t seem half as concerned as I feel. Yeah, I get that Ryan and his brothers are all badass. However, this… these three, they make me want to snatch Ryan and run.
“Yeah, that’s always a plus. It’s nice to meet ya, Carmen. I’m Maximilian, but everyone calls me Mil. Welcome to our playground.”
“Thank you,” I say as I find my voice.
“She talks,” the last brother says with the slightest bit of amusement. He gives an exaggerated flourish of his hand. “Tobias.”
“Nice to meet you, Tobias.”
He nods. His personality seems as laid back as his black T-shirt and jeans. He moves to take a seat next to Roni and folds his arms over his broad chest. Maximilian takes a seat next to me.
I look to Ryan to make sure he’s not going to flip out again, but he has his head bent with Alexander. The two look to be in a deep conversation. Alexander locks those cold blue eyes on me and finds me studying the two of them. He tosses an arm around Ry and tugs him out of view.
John reclaims his seat between me and Roni and takes a sip from his drink. When he turns those golden eyes on me, he gives me a broad smile and winks.
“Kind of hard to believe our entire family looks like supermodels.” He chuckles.
Supermodel and unhinged, possible psychos. Something’s different about these three. Wait, not only these three. I’ll throw Logan and Cole in there too.
I’ll admit. Sometimes my father can give off the same vibe. Honestly, in kindergarten when one of the little girls tried to cut my hair with scissors and pushed me off a swing because I told the teacher. I saw that dark look in my mother’s eyes as she tried to beat the little g
irl’s mother’s behind. Something begins to nag at the back of my mind, but I lose the thought as Maximilian cuts into my musing.
“I can’t believe my little cousin kept that smartass mouth closed long enough to snag a pretty girl like you,” he says, smoothing out that accent.
“Did you not hear what I just said about our looks? No offense, Carmen, but you wouldn’t have allowed him to get away with half the garbage that comes out of his mouth if he didn’t look the way he does,” John teases.
“Interesting, boss. Does that mean I allow you to get away with what you do because of your looks?” Roni chimes in.
“Out of respect, I’m not going to answer that,” John says, putting his hands up in the air.
“Yeah, yeah. Your cock game is strong and you’re kind of nice on the eyes. There I said it for you,” she replies.
“Wow, ya weren’t joking about her,” Tobias says with his brows raised almost to his hairline.
Maximilian pulls a face. “Mate, that’s mild.”
“Yeah, that kind of is.” I wince.
“We’re not going to gang up on Roni,” John warns and my heart swells. He says it with a smile, but I can hear the protectiveness and see it in his eyes.
“It was good to meet ya ladies. Since we’re coming out of the shadows, I hope to see more of ya both,” Tobias says and stands.
His words come off odd, but I don’t have time to digest them. Alexander appears and the three walk off much the way they came. Ryan reclaims his seat and something has definitely shifted with him. He’s completely brooding at this point.
So much for a fun night out.
Ryan
I ended last night in a good mood. Too bad that didn’t last into this morning. We leave in a few days and I need to get things in order.
Carmen thinks we’re returning home, but that’s not happening and I need to figure out how I’m going to get her to go along with a detour. On top of all of that, I needed to make this friendly visit to the three men I wanted to avoid. For a family that wanted to stay out of the Alliance, we Blacks just keep getting deeper into its bowels.