Worship Me (Men of Inked Book 7)

by Chelle Bliss

  “You promise you’re going to be nice?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, knowing she’d been naughty.

  “Cross my heart.”

  “You putting that—” Her eyes dipped down as I started to undress and my cock sprang free from my pants “—in my ass?”

  “Don’t test my patience,” I warned her with a stern look.

  “This place better have a lot of lube,” she muttered as she climbed out of her skirt and panties before tossing them onto the bench near the doorway.

  She hadn’t stopped squabbling since I brought her in here, and she knew that it just meant more time. I swear she did it on purpose to get a rise out of me. Sometimes she’d tell me that she liked normal, everyday lovemaking, but I knew she was lying. Izzy couldn’t verbally admit she liked to be dominated because it would’ve made her appear weak, but the wetness between her legs told me the truth.

  I closed the space between us and stuck my hand between her legs. “You’re wet, doll.” She squeezed her eyes shut, shivering against my hand. “You want this more than you’re willing to admit. Save your breath. Get up there, and show me that pussy.”

  When I finished speaking, her eyes opened, but they were different. The fight was gone, replaced by lust and need. I knew my wife better than I knew anyone in the world, and she was a horny beast.

  I watched with my arms crossed and my cock jumping with anticipation as she slowly finished undressing before climbing onto the bench. When she finally found a comfortable spot for her forearms and legs on the padded spots, she stilled.

  I should’ve strapped her in right away, but I couldn’t resist touching her before I did. I moved behind her, taking in the sight of her beautiful pussy and tight little ass spread out before me. Placing my hands on her cheeks, I kneaded them softly.

  “You want my cock?” I asked, letting my thumbs almost touch her pussy.

  “Yes,” she said, breathy and wanton.

  “You want me to fuck this beautiful cunt?”

  Her bottom moved as if she were chasing my fingers and wanting more than I offered. “Yes, Sir.”

  I slid my hands between her legs, running my fingertips over her clit before dragging them back through her wetness and pressing two into her warmth. Her hands wrapped around the armrests, and her head fell forward with a sigh.

  “You love when I fuck your greedy pussy, don’t you?”

  She nodded, not able to form words as I stroked her G-spot. I raised my hand, letting it come down hard on her round ass, with the fingers of my other hand still buried deep inside her.

  “Speak,” I reminded her. “I need your words, doll.”

  “Fucker,” she muttered, but her pussy clenched against me, and I knew I had her, that she wanted this just as much as I did.

  “Your disobedience calls for the restraints and a blindfold.”

  God. Fucking with Izzy’s head was such a high. I think it was mostly because of her smart mouth that it turned me on so much. Stunning her to silence was such a victory and an achievement so major that I should get a medal because it was damn near impossible sometimes.

  “You wouldn’t,” she dared me, turning her head so she could see my face.

  “I will, and if you’re not good, I’ll get the ball gag too.” Her eyes widened as she gritted her teeth to swallow down the words she so badly wanted to say.

  She bowed her head, relaxing against the stomach bar, and waited for me to strap her down. I worked quickly, excitement coursing through my veins with every click of the lock.

  Tonight, I was going to use my wife as my own personal fuck toy and enjoy every goddamn second of it.

  Izzy

  I could barely move when I finally opened my eyes. I lay there, groaning through the pain as I untangled myself from James’s body and collapsed onto my back.

  I didn’t even know what time we finally made it back to his parents’ house because I passed out in the car. My legs barely functioned after being strapped to that fucking bench for hours while James forced me to orgasm.

  Forced was the wrong word.

  I wanted them…every single fucking one of them too. But, whoa. It had been years since James fucked me like that. He used me, and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

  I thought once the kids were older that it would be easier to get our kink on, but it seemed the problems had grown with them, along with the time span between our “workouts.”

  At least, that’s what we told the boys we were doing when we left the house dressed in our tracksuits to hide our real clothes underneath and a duffel bag filled with so many sex toys I couldn’t even carry the damn thing.

  “Izzy,” James’s mother said, tapping lightly on the door. “Are you awake?”

  James stretched, hogging the bed and nearly knocking me off the edge with his long, thick limbs. “Yeah, Mama.”

  “Can I come in?” she asked.

  “One second,” I yelled out, yanking the sheets and comforter over our naked bodies and his delicious morning wood.

  James glanced at me with a soft, sweet smile. “Morning, sweetheart.”

  “Hey, tiger.” I winked, feeling playful and achy.

  Although I hated the drive and leaving my tiny bubble, the weekend had turned out amazing so far with the food, family, and fucking. They were the three most important Fs in life and the very things I couldn’t live without.

  The door creaked open, and his mother padded into the room so quietly I wouldn’t have heard her if she hadn’t knocked. She was so damn cute like my ma, only a little rounder and loved wearing muumuus, which I’d never believed people actually wore in real life until I met her. Her brown hair with gray highlights was pulled back in a bunch and held in place with a yellow pencil.

  “Are you hungry?” she asked and looked toward the wall and not directly at us.

  “We’re covered.” James laughed and stretched again at my side.

  She glanced our way with a small smile. “I figured you two were hungry, so I made a big lunch. I didn’t want everything to get cold.”

  Lunch? The only thing I needed was coffee and two aspirin to ease the ache in my muscles. I couldn’t deal with a spicy four-course meal when I was barely even awake and functioning.

  “We’ll be out in a few minutes, Mama. Let us wake up a little.”

  She blushed as her eyes scanned over us, probably realizing we were naked. She took three slow steps backward. “I hope I didn’t…” she started to say, but her voice trailed off.

  “No,” James said quickly as I giggled.

  “Uh,” she muttered and stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door with her. Before it closed, she peeked inside and smiled. “I could use another grandbaby.” The door closed quickly, and she disappeared before either one of us could reply.

  James rolled on top of me, grinding his dick into me. “Wanna give it a shot?”

  I stared at him, not amused by the idea. “Are you kidding me?”

  His eyebrows drew together as he gazed down at me, his body pressed against mine. “I never kid about fuckin’, doll.”

  “I’m all about the dick, but not another baby.”

  He tilted his head up, and his eyes darted around the room as if he was thinking about it. He’d better not be. “Just messin’ with your head. Our babies are more than I ever wanted. I’d rather have some alone time with my wife and my favorite part of her body.” He smirked.

  “Not to be a party pooper, but I’m hungry and a little sore from last night.”

  That comment made his smirk grow into the biggest damn I’m-so-proud-of-myself-for-making-you-ache smile. “We better feed you. I wanted to go back to the club tonight. You game?” He arched an eyebrow.

  I would’ve said no, but my pussy contracted at the thought of that damn bench and all the dirty shit he did with me. I couldn’t help but say, “Fuck yeah.” Plus, I was hoping I’d find out more about the old James…the one before I ruined him forever.

  He nuzzled his face into my neck
, bumping my very sore middle with his rock-hard dick. “Missin’ my cock already, baby?”

  “Always.” I smiled.

  I’d learned it was easier to puff up his ego than to tell him what I was actually feeling. At least at times when he thought he was the man, with his mighty pecker that held the secrets to whatever bullshit guys told themselves. They were insecure creatures who seemed to need constant reassurance from the moment they were born. So, I rolled with it. Telling him a white lie saved me time and a whole lot of hassle.

  “I have plans for you tonight.”

  Now, that had my attention. “Do I get to be the Master tonight?”

  James howled, rolling onto his back and taking me with him. His fingertips dug into my hips as he slid my body against his cock, sending a shiver down my spine. “Baby, you think you want control, but I own your body.”

  “Let’s not kid ourselves, sweetheart. My pussy rules you,” I told him with a sinister laugh.

  Because, in all reality, he might have thought he held the reins, but my pussy controlled his everything. Right down to the way he thought and his day-to-day actions.

  If we were being completely honest, we’d all agree that pussy made the world go round.

  Men weren’t motivated to become wildly successful and filthy rich just for shits and giggles. Wealth and power usually turned the ugliest man into a pussy king, obtaining gold-digging beauty queens who previously would’ve been out of his league.

  Even their most basic actions were based on pussy. They knew if they did one thing, they’d be paid in all the sweet cunt they could handle. But if they did the other, they were going to have blue balls until they earned their way back to the motherland. See, I knew how the world worked. I knew James was motivated by what was between my legs. I was okay with it. I was more than okay; I accepted it and used it to my advantage.

  After I climbed off James and made myself presentable, we sat around the table with his parents and feasted on so many Cuban goodies I was pretty sure he’d have to roll me into Taboo tonight. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my stomach and lost in a blissful food coma.

  Mr. Caldo folded his newspaper carefully and set it next to his plate. “It’s so nice to have you kids here. I wished you lived closer.”

  “When are you two going to move by us?” James asked his father.

  “Ask your mother.” He rolled his eyes and raked his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. “She’s the boss.”

  His mother grabbed a stack of plates and headed toward the sink. “We’ve been discussing it. I love everyone around here, but I need to spend time with my grandchildren before they get too old.”

  “You do, Mama. You could spend time with them whenever you want.”

  That was code for we were going to drop them off for a weekend so we could fuck like bunnies without the kids knocking on the door and interrupting our fun. Sometimes I felt guilty about it, but once the house was whisper-quiet, the guilt passed quickly. It would be nice to have someone else to leave them with for a weekend, besides my parents. Anyway, the kids loved being away from us because my parents tended to go overboard with them and spoil them rotten. It was amazing my boys weren’t complete assholes because of them.

  “Maybe we’ll come visit and look at some places,” Mr. Caldo said. “We could use a little trip, Rose.”

  She leaned against the counter, wiping her hands on a towel and smiling. “Whatever you want, Evaristo.”

  Shit was serious when they used their full names. I prayed this conversation wasn’t for show. I would love to have his parents closer, not just so we could bang like bunnies, but so the boys could really get to know his parents and more about his Cuban heritage. They have the Italian bossy male thing down pat. Someday, their wives will be telling me how much I ruined them, and I’ll be proud.

  “Darling.” Mr. Caldo rose to his feet, almost gliding across the floor to embrace his wife. “You know it’s whatever you want.” He nuzzled her neck, rubbing his whiskers against her skin. “Isn’t that right, Mama?”

  She smacked him on the shoulder and laughed.

  Another perfect example that girl power ran the world. We just let the men think they were in charge. It was all a grand illusion that kept the world turning.

  If men realized we held the power, there would be an uprising until they got horny enough to cave.

  They all did in the end.

  Six hours later, we walked into Taboo for another night of sextivities. I spent the afternoon in the hot tub, soaking my ass and gearing up for another evening of being used by James. I wanted nothing to get in our way before we headed back to the west coast and picked up the boys at Thomas’s.

  James dressed me again, but thankfully, the man had good taste. Some of the women walking into Taboo had on the tackiest latex outfits that I wouldn’t be caught dead in, even if the Master holding my chain had an eighteen-inch pecker and made me orgasm from a single touch. I didn’t want to look like a complete wank in public even if was only at a sex club. Tonight, he’d dressed me in a dark turquoise bustier, with a black skirt that barely covered my ass and my favorite black Lady Peep Louboutins. Thank God he knew the difference between vixen sexy and trashy whore.

  I picked at the edge of my skirt, trying to pull it down a little because Hagan’s office was like a meat locker. But the material wasn’t forgiving and wouldn’t budge.

  Hagan sat across from us, flipping through a filing cabinet filled with past member’s applications. “I remember that bastard. He seemed okay, but he was one of the nastiest pricks we’ve had in here. I had to toss him out. I still can’t believe I fucked up.”

  James had asked him about Matías, showing him a photo, and shared the details of the investigation. Hagan went off the rails, slamming his hands down on the desk and muttering profanities about how he’d let a criminal slimeball into the club.

  “It happens, Hagan. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” James told him as I sat next to him, glancing around the office and staying relatively silent. “Guys like him know how to fly under the radar just long enough to get what they want. If the FBI can’t catch him, why would you?”

  Hagan let out a huff as he pulled out the folder for Kent Wilken, the alias Matías had used when applying at Taboo. Even with a thorough background check, nothing sent up a red flag, so he was permitted a trial membership, which was then revoked due to his piss-poor behavior.

  Hagan slid the folder across the desk before leaning back in the metal chair, rocking back and forth with his lips twisted. The guy was intense and a little bit scary, but some people would probably say the same thing about James just by looking at him.

  A photo on a shelf to my right caught my eye. It was of a group of men with oversized cigars hanging from their lips as they held up a gator they must’ve caught during alligator hunting season years ago. The man on the far left looked like my Jimmy, only twenty years younger and way tanner. Hagan was in the photo too—younger, handsome, and with the same intense stare he still had.

  But I kept staring at James. He looked so happy, carefree, and hot as fuck. He was still mouth-watering, but damn it if he wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous in his early twenties. I would’ve been all over that. Wait. I was, not too many years after that photo was taken. The rest was history. I imagined he had quite the following at Taboo too before he joined the DEA and eventually ended up in my bed.

  James flipped through the folder on Kent aka Matías. When my leg started to shake, he placed his hand on my knee with a light squeeze. I dragged my eyes away from the photo and glanced at him with a smirk. Some women might be jealous when they thought about their husband’s past, but I wasn’t. I was proud he was mine, and above all, he slipped a ring on my finger and not anyone else’s.

  “Can you make a copy of everything in here for me?” James asked, closing the folder and placing it on the desk in front of us.

  Hagan grabbed the folder and nodded. “Anything you need, James. You know that.”


  “I’ll pick it up on my way out.”

  Hagan smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Staying for a little while?”

  “We had such a great time last night, I thought I’d treat my wife to another night.” James peered over at me and winked.

  My face heated with embarrassment, but it quickly vanished when a dull, steady ache settled between my legs at the memory of last night. If James was giving, I was all about receiving.

  “Same room?”

  “What’s open?” James slid his hand up my thigh and settled his fingertips just under the hem of my skirt. The ache turned into a deep, needy throb.

  “Paradise, Punishment, or Pain.”

  “Hmmm,” James muttered, his eyes sliding to me as I chewed on my bottom lip.

  Fuck, I had punishment last night, and that was kick-ass. I’d take anything they had to offer because one thing I knew about my husband, he was going to do me so good that I’d be walking funny tomorrow.

  A slow smile spread across James’s face as he looked over at a waiting Hagan. “Paradise.”

  “Ahh.” Hagan chuckled. “My favorite.”

  Everyone else was smiling, so I did too. Fuck yeah. Bring on paradise, baby.

  “It’ll be open in an hour,” Hagan told us, typing James’s name into the schedule. “Until then, there’s a demonstration on whips in the main room that your li’l one might enjoy.”

  Um, nope.

  I was not a whip girl.

  Never been one and never would be. Even if that shit was hot last night. The girl who got her back almost branded by the soft leather looked like she dug it, and therefore, it was sexy. But in no way, shape, or form was James ever to use a whip on me. The man would soon find his balls missing if he even tried.

  Now, spanking… That was an entirely different story. I relished the sting of his hand against my ass, especially when his dick was buried so deep inside me that I could barely breathe. That was hot, and I did as much bad shit as I could just so James would smack my ass.