Forever: a standalone, interracial romance

by Tiffany Patterson

  “You still won’t tell me where we’re going?” I ask, almost pleadingly.

  “Soon, Red, soon.” He pulls my hand up to his lips and kisses it gently and reassuringly.

  I sigh at the feel of his lips on my skin, but also at the creeping anxiety that wants to know where we’re headed.

  “We’re here. This is our welcome home, newlyweds’ night,” he says as I feel the car come to a stop and he places it in park.

  I feel his hands on my face as he turns me to him. I hope he is going to remove the blindfold, but no such luck.

  “Red, you know I would never do anything I didn’t believe you were comfortable with, right?” he asks.

  “I know,” I say, rushing to reassure him that I trust him.

  “And you know I would put my own life on the line before I’d let someone hurt you right?”

  “Landon, what is this about?” I ask, growing nervous.

  “Just answer me. You know I would never let anyone hurt or do anything to you that would endanger you, right?”

  “Yes, baby, of course.”

  “Good. Don’t move,” he demands before releasing my face.

  I feel the car jostle a bit and the door opening and closing as he exits. I can’t see him, but I know he is making his way around the car to open the door for me. It’s our normal routine. If we’re together, he never lets me touch a car door handle. Truthfully, that’s something that took a while getting used to—being treated like a lady. My past boyfriends weren’t all assholes, but none were as chivalrous or protective as Landon. I feel the cool air kiss my skin as Landon opens the passenger’s door and wraps his hand around my elbow, helping me up and out of the car. I hold on to his forearms for support, as I can’t see and I am wearing six inch heels. Another clothing item he insisted I put on.

  “We’re right next to the entrance, but there are about six steps we need to go up,” he instructs at the same time he closes the door and begins guiding me toward the entrance.

  I can hear upbeat music, and a few voices of people in the distance.

  “Hold onto the railing.” He places my hand around the metal railing and takes my other arm with his free hand at the small of my back. Together we manage to make it up the stairs without me falling.

  “Welcome, Mr. Rogers,” a man with a slight British accent greets us. “And this is your lovely date for the evening?”

  “My wife,” Landon’s voice is commanding as he corrects the man.

  “Oh, excuse me. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers. Our owner said it was a special occasion for you tonight. I do hope you enjoy your evening here at Pleasure Island.”

  I stiffen and turn my head to my side where Landon is standing. I can feel his eyes on me, but he remains silent. I get the feeling he is smirking down at me.

  “I do apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Rogers, but I will need to see your ID’s just to verify,” the man with the accent states.

  “Not a problem,” I hear Landon say. “Here you go.” There is silence for a heartbeat in which I assume he is examining our ID’s.

  “Thank you, sir, ma’am. Right this way.”

  I hear the squeak of a door opening and the music I heard earlier intensifies, but it’s not overwhelming. One can still hold a conversation over the melody. I feel Landon reach for the back of my head and loosen the blindfold. When he removes it, it takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dimmed lighting. When I finally can see normally, my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. There are men and women walking around in leather dresses, pants, and vests. Some have what appears to be riding crops and whips in their hands. In the far corner, I see a woman being strung up with her wrists and ankles bound. I watch as a man, I assume is her Dom, slowly peels her short leather dress from her mahogany body, leaving her completely naked for all to see. I can’t tear my eyes from the couple as the man begins peppering her body with stinging lashes from his crop. Before I know it, we are standing right in front of the couple, and Landon braces himself behind me, holding me to his chest.

  The woman’s moans grow louder as her Dom whacks her a little harder and closer to her bared pussy. I moan out loud when I see him insert one finger into her core. At that moment, I also feel Landon’s hand move up my dress and into my panties.

  “You like watching them?” he whispers low in my ear.

  “Yes,” I croak out as the roughened pads of his fingers find my clit and begin massaging.

  “Welcome to Paradise Island, baby,” he groans in my ear before latching onto my earlobe with his teeth and sucking. This is the club he had told me about months ago. I asked him once to bring me here, and he told me he would after we were married. He said he’d made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t experience anything like this again unless it was with the woman he’d pledged his life to. My legs become weak at the realization of where we are. I slump even further back into him, leaning on him for support.

  Landon’s fingers and mouth on me and the couple in front of us continuing their show has me so turned on. My legs begin to shake slightly. I begin pumping my hips against his hand urging him go faster. Unfortunately for me, Landon doesn’t comply with my unspoken request. He completely stops his massaging and cups my entire core.

  “Who does this pussy belong to?”

  “You,” I respond immediately. “It’s all yours.”

  “You’re goddamn right,” he growls before removing his hand from my most intimate part.

  I begin to turn to protest, but I am pulled away from the scene in front of us and further into the club down a long hallway.

  “That was just the introduction. This is the main attraction,” he says, opening a door. He steps aside, allowing me to enter.

  Walking in, I see a large room that is decorated as a bedroom with a huge bed. One of the walls is covered with mirrors, and a huge leather chair sits to the side of the bed. I sense there is someone else in the room and turn to face the back wall, and sitting on a black leather love seat is another man. The room is dim, lit only by candles and a lamp that sits on the dresser by the head of the bed. This fact prevents me from seeing the man’s face until he stands and steps forward.

  “Jeremy?” I question as I stare into a pair of the sharpest green eyes I have ever seen. I know Jeremy as the owner of luxury hotels and resorts. I’ve stayed at a few of his hotels for some of Landon’s away games. He and Landon have been friends for some time now.

  By this time, Landon has closed the door and shut it, and planted himself behind me with his hands on my waist.

  “Hello, darlin’,” Jeremy intones in his smooth Texas drawl, with his ever-present toothpick tucked between his lips. “I hear congratulations are in order.” His eyes move from me to Landon, behind me, and then back to me. “Although I still think you’re too good for him.” He winks at me, but doesn’t smile.

  I smile at that. Jeremy often teases Landon. Although I enjoy the banter Jeremy often doled out, I always got the sense there was something dark and dangerous in him. Staring at him in this room, I know my senses were correct.

  “Landon, w-what is going on?” I ask, feeling both turned on and uneasy. Between Landon and Jeremy there is so much masculine energy in the room, it makes me dizzy. Jeremy is only an inch shorter than Landon’s six-foot-three frame, and both are built like solid walls, although Jeremy is slightly smaller. His dark hair that reaches below his chin is loose instead of its usual tucked away style.

  “This is your wedding gift. Don’t worry, Red, everyone in here has signed a confidentiality agreement just to enter the club and has been tested. No one will reveal anything that happens tonight.”

  “Are you…” I start, but don’t complete my sentence as realization settles in. I remember back to one drunken night in Puerto Rico, when we first met and were discussing our fantasies. I told Landon that being watched was a fantasy of mine.

  “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’m not here to touch, just watch,” Jeremy says as he presses his hand
s into his pockets. While his shirt covers most of his top, the short sleeves allow the tattoos on his arms to remain on full display. Jeremy is an extremely attractive man, but for me, he doesn’t compare to my husband. However, knowing he will be watching Landon and me, does create a warm sensation emanating straight from my core.

  “If any of this makes you uncomfortable, tell me and we can end this,” Landon murmurs close to my ear as his strong fingers trail up and down my arms. I hear the love in his voice and how much he only wants to make me happy. I turn my head up to face him. “I-it’s okay.” I turn my head up even closer, silently asking for a kiss, and he doesn’t disappoint. His reassuring lips on mine calms my nerves instantly. Before he removes his lips from mine, I hear the back zipper of my dress moving downward. Soon I feel firm hands on mine pushing my dress down. I pull back from our kiss and turn to face my husband, as he continues to undress me. I hear Jeremy in the back as he sits back down on the couch. Over Landon’s shoulder, in the mirror, I can see his eyes on me. I watch as his lids lower ever so slightly, as he takes in my entire body adorned in my red silk bra and panty set.

  “Come here.” Landon pulls me toward the bed. “This,” he says holding up the same silk scarf he used to blindfold me. “Will be put to further use tonight.” He begins unfastening my bra and within seconds my heavy breasts spill out. He tosses the bra to the side.

  I shiver when I feel his fingers stroking my back, slowly guiding it from the top of my shoulder down my back, stopping at the waistline of my underwear. His touch always manages to send electric chills through my body.

  “On the bed,” Landon instructs, helping me climb onto the bed. “Give me your hands,” he says, kneeling next to me.

  I do so without hesitation. Landon tying me up during our sexcapades is nothing new. He uses the scarf to bind my wrists and tie them to the headboard. As usual, they are secure, but not too tight.

  “You’re absolutely beautiful,” Landon says, looking down at my exposed body as my hands are restrained to the headboard.

  A part of me feels I should be embarrassed splayed out like this on a bed with my hands tied above my head, in only a pair of panties and some very high black heels—the ones with red bottoms, courtesy of my husband. Although the intimacy my husband and I share is enough to relax me, I never forget there is a third person in the room, watching our every move. Jeremy has remained quietly attentive this whole time, but I can feel his gaze on us. I look over, across the room, and notice Jeremy’s acute gaze.

  “How’re you feeling, Red?” Landon leans in and asks.

  I look up at his perfect face and clothed body and frown. “Like, you’re wearing too many clothes,” I respond.

  A playful smile parts his lips, and I hear Jeremy chuckle from the other side of the room.

  “My bad girl is ready to play, huh?” He grins.

  I gasp when I feel his finger circle my distended nipple. I turn my head to look up at him, and his entire focus is on my full breasts. I grow wet when he licks his lips as if he were looking at his first meal in days.

  “I’m hungry,” Landon informs right before placing his hot mouth on my right breast, with his hand cupping my left. I immediately toss my head back against the pillow and lift my chest as much as possible to gain more entry into his mouth. My breasts are very sensitive, which of course, Landon knows very well. I moan and dig my heels into the bed as Landon’s tongue continues lashing against my nipple and breasts with no mercy.

  I moan even louder when I feel Landon’s calloused fingers make their way down my belly toward my very wet core. I raise my hips off the bed, as his hand makes its way into my panties and begins stroking me. Landon’s rough hands begin circling my clit before making his way lower, and sinking two of his fingers into my awaiting wetness. I groan loudly when he enters me, pumping in and out, all while his mouth continues to suck my plump breasts. I can feel my orgasm approaching as the usual tingling sensation begins in my core.

  “La-Landon, I’m about to cum,” I screech.

  “Then cum. Jeremy wants to see what you look like when you cum, Red,” he whispers in my ear, reminding me that we’re being watched.

  And just like any other time when he tells me to cum on command, my body listens. I groan loudly into Landon’s mouth as I cum, my hips rising off the bed.

  “Goddamn,” I hear Jeremy’s voice in the background as I continue to try and catch my breath from my orgasm.

  His words barely register before Landon is moving lower, between my legs. He sits back on his haunches, reaching for my panties, pulling them down my legs and over my heels. I see my panties soar over his shoulder as he positions his face at my entrance.

  I gasp and moan out loud when Landon opens his mouth and licks me from my opening to my clit. He sucks my sensitive button into his mouth. It feels so good, I bite my lower lip to stop from yelling out. When Landon clamps onto my clit and begins to suck, at the same time his fingers make entry into my pussy.

  “Oh God. Oh God,” I chant over and over as I grind my pussy against my husband’s face. I strain, pulling against the restraints around my wrists. I inhale as I feel my orgasm rising and I can’t do anything to stop the scream that erupts from my mouth. It is the guttural scream of a woman who has been well satisfied. I don’t know how long it takes me to come down from that orgasm, but I barely have time to recover, before my wrists are untied and I am plucked off the bed and made to straddle Landon in the leather chair. I’m always in awe of how easily he picks me up and positions me how he wants.

  I gasp as my nether lips make first contact with his very hard cock. Without warning, he pushes his hips up and shoves his rock hard dick inside me. “Fuuuuck, baby,” I cry out, closing my eyes.

  “Fuck me!” he growls.

  I grasp onto his broad shoulders and start moving my hips up and down on his rod. His hand grips the back of my head, bringing me down for a kiss that damn near singes my lips.

  “I love you,” I open my eyes and groan out when we break away from the kiss. I look up and see Jeremy’s reflection behind us in the mirror. He is sitting on the couch, pants undone, with his massive cock in his hands. I’m not one to compare, but he looks as big as Landon. I pick up my pace on Landon’s stiff cock and lick my lips as I stare at Jeremy’s eyes on me in the mirror. This is the most erotic position I have ever been in. I become even more aroused knowing another man’s eyes are on me as I make love to my husband. I pick up the pace I’ve set, pumping my hips even quicker as I peel my eyes away from the mirror and look down at Landon, whose attention is fully on me.

  “Mine,” he growls and pushes up into me again, establishing that he is indeed the owner of my pussy. His hands grip my ass so tightly, pulling me onto his shaft, I know there will be marks in the morning.

  I squeeze his shoulders tighter, to anchor myself against his aggressive thrusts, and lean down to hover just above his mouth. “Forever,” I whisper against his mouth.

  That one word sends him into a frenzy, and he pumps wildly into my fluttering pussy. My third orgasm of the evening rushes over me and it feels as if it is ripping me in two. Landon’s orgasm crests just after mine, and I feel him pumping vigorously into me. I hear another set of manly grunts and moans behind me and recognize that Jeremy is getting off to watching Landon and me, however, I can’t take my eyes away from my husband. His normally azul eyes are darkened to an oxford blue color. When he tosses his head back from his climax, I lean down and lick the trickle of sweat that runs down his neck. I savor the salty taste and give him one last squeeze with my pussy muscles to help totally expel his cum. He grips my ass even tighter with his firm hands, pulling me impossibly closer into him and completely emptying into me.

  “That’s the only time any other man will ever know what you look like when you cum,” he says, still panting from his explosive orgasm.

  I smile down at him. “I know, baby. Thank you.”

  A few moments later I hear the door closing and its then I rememb
er that Jeremy is still here, or at least he was. I look over at the space on the couch where he was, to see it is now empty.

  “Are your wrists okay? The scarf wasn’t too tight was it?” Landon asks sometime later as we are laying in the bed, still in the room.

  He has assured me that the mattresses in the rooms of the clubs are changed after every use, which makes me feel much better about laying in it. I smirk and run my finger over his pectorals, loving the way his muscles flex in response to my touch. “No, they were fine,” I respond to his inquiry.

  “How come you asked Jeremy to join us tonight? I mean, I don’t mind, but why him?”

  “I’ve known Jeremy a little while. I knew I could trust him. Plus he’s commented that you remind him of someone.”

  I lift my head from his chest to look at Landon’s face. “Someone from his past?”

  “Someone from his present. Someone he’s trying to keep his hands off of.”

  That’s interesting. “Why would he want to keep his hands off of someone he’s attracted to? Is she married or already taken?” I ask, being my nosey self.

  “No, apparently their situation is...complicated, but he doesn’t think she can take all of him.”

  The way Landon says all of him indicates he is referring to more than Jeremy’s physical attributes, which are a lot in and of themselves.

  “But maybe…” I trail off when Landon begins chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

  “You, Red. You can’t help the psychologist in you. You’re ready to psychoanalyze the man to help him get with a woman. He’s not one of your students,” Landon finishes, as he reaches up to cup my breast.

  “I know,” I say around a moan as he squeezes my nipple. “But I did get the sense he was longing for something or someone. Now that I know what it’s like to have found the love of my life, I want everyone to know this feeling,” I say almost panting, as Landon has now replaced his hand with his mouth. That aching need in my core returns, and I begin rubbing my thigh on top of Landon’s needing to get closer to him.