"Crucial!" I grin wickedly as I dry my hair. "Where did you get that?" I look past him.
"My weight room is off the bathroom. It’s been in there, tucked away."
"Ah! A weight room! The thought of watching you work out sounds like fun!" I hand him his towel and admire the way his hand, hidden by the fabric, pushes his skin while he dries himself. His big muscles flow up like a wave because they are so huge! When he is dry, I hold my hand out for the towel and he gives it to me. I go back into the bathroom to hang them up to dry and see the door cracked. I walk over to it and stick my head in. I’m a little disappointed to see it is just a weight room. No red walls and no special BDSM toys and tools. When I come back into the bedroom, I see he has a Leatherman Multi-Tool out and is attaching the swing to the bed frame. I crawl in the center of the mattress and do my stretches as he works. He stops occasionally to watch me, then grins and gets back at it when I stop and grin at him. We finish about the same time, and he tests the strength of the hooks, putting his heavy arm in and pushing down on it. He tells me as he leans in with his hands on top of the bed. He reaches for his phone and I kick it to him while I pick mine up too. "What do you recommend for swinging music?"
"Don’t know. I haven’t given it any thought yet. Do you have any in mind?"
"Yes, I do." He winks his killer wink and grins wickedly at me as he types on his phone. "I’m making a new playlist and titling it, 'Sexy Swinging Songs.'"
"Let’s see. 'Boom Boom Pow' by Blacked Eyed Peas, umm, and maybe, DJ Sega, 'Bodies Hit The Floor.'" I tell him. I wait as he gets it ready. "What’s your choices?"
"Done." He ignores my question and sets his phone down. "Come here." His grin splits his face and his eyes crinkle. The rascal is here and he lunges on the bed to catch me, but I dart away. He rolls on his back, extends his arms and catches my foot before I can pull it up under me. "You can’t get away from me. I’m never letting you go." He tells me as his arm pins my foot against his ribs and begins to tickle the bottom of it. At first, I’m all about resisting, but his soft stroking with his hot electric skin quickly sends mine into shivers and I’m screaming from his torture while I giggle my fool head off. I collapse on the bed and beat it with my hand, slapping and screaming for him to "STOP IT! ...Quit! QUIT! You’re killing me!"
Suddenly we hear a loud banging on the Bear. We both freeze and the silence is crazy quiet. I look at Aurei and he is looking at the door thinking. His brow is furrowed. The knock bangs again and he looks at me. My eyes are wide. "Cover up." He commands as he slides off the bed and grabs the top sheet. He wraps it around himself as he heads to the door. I grab the first thing I can, Titty Bare, and hug her to hide my nakedness.
When Aurei pulls the door open, I see a woman on the other side. She has dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. She is attractive and medium height and build. Her eyes look past him and focus on the bed, then they hone in on me. He walks through and pulls the door behind him, blocking her nosey stare. Before the door closes I hear her. "I can’t believe you went against my advice."
As the door rests on the frame, I hear Aurei’s low tone. "This better be an emergency."
I strain to hear what is being said, but can’t, so I slide off the bed and trot to the door. Titty Bare and I lean against it listening. "What the hell are you thinking, Maximus? Bringing your whore here? The press is crucifying you and you flaunt her in their face? Have you lost your mind? Everything I have worked so hard for, everything I have helped you build, is in jeopardy. Don’t you realize that?"
"This is none of your business."
"You are planning on keeping her hidden in the cabin, aren’t you?"
"Is this an emergency or not?"
"Yes, I consider this an emergency. I don’t want to see you shamed in front of the family and the world."
"Dammit it, Mia. If you had not been ...." His voice gets too low to hear. "I should fire your ass right now for insubordination." His hand touches the door knob. "Get out of my house."
Oh shit! Titty Bare and I sprint to the bed.
As the door opens and my Golden God walks through looking like he’s an emperor in a white toga, I hear her spout. "You can’t be serious about introducing your parents to her!"
My eyes touch hers and the fear mixed with hatred is evident. Enemy #1. Then my eyes fall to Aurei’s as he tells her with an impassive voice. "I already have!" And the door slams shut behind him. The bang is loud and booms in the quiet, solidifying the statement.
Half way to me, I ask him. "Who was that?"
"No one."
"That’s bullshit!"
"No one important."
"She has the key code to get in." I give him, a 'not so fast look.'
He takes the sheet off, and throws it on the bed as he climbs up. "Remind me to change the code when we are finished." He grins. "Now where were we?" He pulls me into his arms. "Oh yeah. We were about to dance." I hold my hand up and try to stop him, but he pushes me onto the bed and kisses me until I submit to him. When my 'stop' hand slides around his waist and down to his ass, he lifts his head. "Mia. That was Mia."
"Oh. I’m sorry my sassy ass is causing you trouble."
"Your sassy ass isn’t causing me trouble." He chuckles. "Mia is always trying to maneuver everyone else, making sure she has the advantage. It’s a great personality trait for corporate business if she’s on your side, but not so much the rest of the time."
"Don’t be too hard on her. She’s really just afraid of change. She’s family and blood is thicker than water. Stay positive. Everything will be alright."
He kisses my nose and smiles. "And that’s another reason to love you."
"Are you counting?"
Chapter Twenty-Four
He pushes the sex swing to test my weight. It moves away and then returns. My torso is strapped in and my hands and feet are tied to it too. I hold the cables so I can brace myself and watch. He tells me as he moves the mattresses off the bed and turns the raised platform into a stage for the swing. "Tonight when our eyes touch, I want you to see us banging to our own music."
"I think I’m gonna like this better than pole dancing." I tell him as I approach and he lines the swing up vertical to the level of his lightning rod.
He backs away and cues our playlist to start. I expect the first musical notes to be of "Boom, Boom, Pow," but it’s of Clarence Carter. I throw my head back and "Ha. Ha. Ha." His grin busts his cheeks as he starts his 'sexy as hell’ side to side dance step for me to "Strokin." I laugh as he dances and grooves to the song.
His rhythm and motion is some kinda of sexy! Holy Heaven! This man is loaded with IT!
He dances to the East, then spins and dances to the West. When the song says to give it to the woman you love, he steps up and strokes me. Putting that perfect rod in my perfect place in perfect rhythm and timing to the song. Then when the song talks about the time of day to make love, he backs away and grooves. I watch fascinated as this man who presents a reserved persona to the public, finally lets his guard down to the music and the moment takes his soul.
Sweet Zeus! Father of the Fertile Gods.
Sexy Beast begins to ooze from him. He grabs his package and walks toward me with all the swagger of a REAL man! In the song, when the police asks what is happening, my bad boy dips his knees and strokes the air, then dances to the East, spins to the West, steps up and, Holy ... Heaven, strokes his woman best!
His eyes bore into mine as he bangs my thang and asks me how long has it been since love was made, "Yesterday?"
I nod my head to the rhythm of the song.
Bang! Bang! He gives it to me.
"Last week?"
"Yes!"
Bang! Bang!
"Last year?"
"No."
Bang! Bang!
"Tonight?"
I nod up and down and he speed bangs my thang.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gawd! That feels good!
When the song describes 'how' to do it,
he gives me his best interpretation of the terms, hard, long, soft and short. I lay my head back, straining, trying not to orgasm, then he pulls out and I raise my head to see him dance to the East, then spin to the West. He swags back up to me, holding his package, knowing what he does to me, and pushes the swing away. I watch my Golden God being a Golden God, standing tall, waiting for impact. BANG! My diva-ness slams into him and jolts me with the intensity, sending delicious shivers like lightning throughout my body. Then he gives me that direct piercing look and sassy-fies us, pumping me deep and long, short and fast, until my playful face is gone and I repeat his name in an orgasmic mantra, "Aurei Moore. Aurei Moore. Aurei Moore. Ooh YEAH. Aurei Moore." My "O" face locked down and I’m ready to release it, then the song implies 'not so fast, up my ass' and he stops. I peek at him and his eyebrow is cocked with a 'hmmm' look, making me crack up laughing. He chuckles too and pushes the swing away, dancing to the East and West again. When the swing returns, he steps back up, thrusts his hips forward waiting for it strikes an Adonis pose.
BANG!
"AH, that’s good!" I moan.
He pushes me away and I see a hint of a smirk flitter across his face while he strikes another adonis pose, making me giggle. When the swing returns and slams us together with such a satisfying shock, I moan like the whore I am. Loud and long as the pleasure shoots through me.
Each time I swing away, he strikes a different Adonis pose leaving no doubt that Golden God body should compete in a bodybuilding competition and I know I love him as surely as I love myself.
When Strokin ends, the rascal in him smiles at me. Then he holds me in his arms and unhooks the bottom end of the swing. My feet fall free to the floor and while I stand, he pulls the cables to my arms tight, stretching them over my head and forcing me up on my tiptoes.
I lace my fingers together and grin as "Kiss Kiss" by Chris Brown Featuring T-Pain starts. He begins to dance and rub himself on my body. He grabs his package again and swags around me, giving me a full view of his coffee bean, perfect pounding muscle as he flexes it. His magnetism is so powerful, my mouth is watering and my horniness is soaking my legs. He drops low and drags himself up my body, making sure I know, that he knows, that I want his lovey dovey, kiss, kiss. When he is towering over me, he buries his face in my hair at the nape of my neck, and mauls me, while his rod slides between my ass cheeks and strokes me. Then he moves to my side, working his way around my body, sliding up and down as he grinds.
The pounding between my legs is demanding he finds her, and stop teasing her, but he doesn’t. He drives me mad sucking wherever his mouth is when the lyrics sing, "kiss, kiss." Anywhere and everywhere but the one spot that wants his lovey dovey.
When the song ends, he moves in front of me, puts his hands on mine up over my head, and presses his hot alpha male manliness against my soft feminine curves.
I’m so horny now, I close my eyes and not only do my lips tremble, but every fiber of my being starts to tremble.
He kisses me, giving me his tongue to latch onto and only his hard demanding mouth meat stops my shaking as the song counts down to "yeah" and ends.
He continues to kiss me and I devour him, showing him my need for him. When I feel his hands start a slow, sensuous movement downward I wrap them around the bindings and hold myself up. His touch tickles as he slides over my ribcage building even more anticipation inside me as "Boom, Boom, Pow" starts. When the drumbeat taps, he seizes my legs and I spread them wide so he can pump me to the different beats.
"Ah!" I moan from my throat.
Straining, we both begin to sweat with the ordeal of this extended love quaking session. His musk mixes with mine and the smell of our love juices is intoxicating.
When Fergie raps, I wrap my legs around his waist and take over pumping him. He smiles into my eyes and our love connection is pinging off the charts, then he "Boom, Boom, Pow’s" me. When Fergie sings again, I rotate on him, until he is grabbing my hips and pumping me.
"Beast-mode!" I tell him and he answers with another hard demanding kiss. We groove and bond this way the whole song. As it finishes, he withdraws and returns his hands to mine, grinning.
Then "Pony" by Ginuwine starts to play and he dances his Magic Mike hot body against mine while he takes his sweet time releasing me.
SEXY is the only word that fits!
When I am finally free, I shove him and point to the stairs. He takes a seat and I give him a lap dance as his eyes bore into mine. Shaking my ass, my tits, and every part above, in-between and below, I tease him. I slap my own ass cheeks again and again until they burn red. Then I hone in on his dick and proceed to tease his golden rod with an intensity that would make most men lose complete control, riding an imaginary pony for him. Finally, he does. He stands up, grabs my hips and pushes my head down. Then slides inside, and spanks my ass until I buck, then I twerk on him, riding that pony until the song is over.
When "Bodies Hit The Floor" starts, we grin at each other wickedly. He takes my hand and backs up toward the mattress. I match his step, stalking him to the rhythm, but he spins me around with an amazing move and I become the prey. Then he pushes me down while he sweeps my feet, intending to land on top of me, but as I fall, I counter with a twisting move and flip him. He lands on his back and I fall on top of him. When we bounce, he grabs for me, but I manage to scramble away. We face off and he laughs, "Battle."
I laugh back, "Bring it on."
He lunges and grabs my wrist, jerking my body to him, but I use the momentum to step on his bicep, dance across his shoulder and break free. He laughs again, "Slick move."
"Yeah, buddy."
"Wrestling a woman is a lot different than wrestling a man."
"You forgot I train with Brutus."
He feints his head and fakes a move left. I fall for it and his arms wrap themselves around me. As we struggle for dominance, the sexual tension rises and we are both left panting and sweating. Several times he almost pins me, but I manage to avoid being trapped by contorting my body and sliding free.
He swears, "Damn it. You’re…."
"Slippery when wet," I laugh.
"Yeah, that too, but I was going to say quick as a cat."
"Meow!" I purr for him. He looks down shaking his head, and I pounce.
Instead of ducking down and trying to get out of the way, he rears up and lets me land on his chest while his hands snatch and grab mine. Then he throws me off to the side, and I land on my stomach, face buried in the mattress, pinned. His hands push me down into it and I lay prone, while he mounts me. "Baby girl, you’re a hard one to master."
"I like it hard, Master." I tell him.
He chuckles and gives it to me how I like it each time the lyrics say, "Hit The Floor." The top mattress literally bounces off the bottom one. Using the music to drive us, he syncs his thrusts and at the crescendo, he pounds fast and furious. We explode right on cue with the song, both winners in the end.
Exhausted, he pulls me to him to spoon and we sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I wake first and lay for a moment listening to the sounds of my man’s even breathing in my ear. His sweet breath blowing on my shoulder. I have no idea what time it is, or what time the dinner starts, but if I’m going to do my hair like Aurei wants, I should get started.
I lift his heavy arm and slide out. Making my way to the shower, I pass the revolving clothes rack. There is a beautiful red dress and matching shoes in a clear bag hanging from it. Next to it is a black tuxedo with tails, a red bow tie and cummerbund.
When I get in the shower, I wet my hair, then reach for the shampoo, but my hand finds Aurei as he joins me. I open one eye and see him smiling a happy, satisfied smile before he steps under the water too, takes me in his arms and gives me the sweetest, most loving hug. I wrap my arms around him and just hold on, knowing sometimes there are no need for words. I feel him flex as he reaches for something, then I feel the shampoo in my hair as he proceeds to wash it for me. My face lays
against his pecs. It massages my cheek as he applies the shampoo and lathers my hair up. The dexterity of his fingers is gentle. He is careful not to pull my long hair, and when he rinses it, holding it out and fanning it while the water runs over it, he takes care to ensure all the soap is gone.
I turn my face up to his when he says, "There, all done."
"Your turn," I tell him as I squirt shampoo in my hand. He bows his head and I lather him up, massaging his scalp and temples, taking my time. When I rinse the water out, I continue the massage, letting the water flow create waves of relaxation.
"There, all done too." I kiss his forehead when I’m finished.
He reaches for his shaving cream and his razor.
"Do you have to shave your beard?"
"No, I don’t have to, but I typically shave for a formal event." He lathers his face and I lean against the tile wall to watch as he whisks his whiskers away.
"Why is this dinner formal? I would have thought the Celebration dinner would have been and this would have been casual."
He just winks as he drags the razor down his cheek, taking care around his mouth and chin. When he starts on his throat, he says, "I have a hair dresser coming to do your hair."
I’m stunned. "Why? I can do it myself."
He gives me that look I’ve come to know as his 'Don’t argue with me look. I will have it my way.' Then he says, "Your robe will be in the closet hanging from the hook on the right side." He gives me his winning smile. "He should be here any minute."
I laugh to myself when I enter the closet. The robe is exactly where he told me. I put it on, and walk back out to the dressing room.
There is a soft ringtone that sounds in the walls and Aurei tells me. "Biagio is here. Not a word. You are not in charge."
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