The Reconstruction of Cyprian

by Michelle Love

  Anything will work tonight, anyway. I don’t even need a game to know I’m going to melt in the man’s arms, no matter what he wants to do. I’ve been hungering for him since he came to find me the night of the hurricane. Keeping my mind in the right place, so he could heal, was an exercise in self-control.

  Leaving me alone, he goes to shower and change and I decide to take a peek to see what else he has in his bag. I find a set of handcuffs with soft, velvety pink fabric, covering the steel. I gasp a bit as I see a small whip and pick it up. The leather is soft and glides over my palm, leaving a heat behind the strands of leather.

  I look over my shoulder to make sure he’s not back in the room. Seeing that he’s still busy in the bathroom, I pull my arm up and slap the whip against my leg. I giggle as I see it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just too soft.

  It’s the idea of it, is all it really is and that’s cute to me. He’s going to play like it’s me giving into his wants and needs. In reality, I have just as many wants and needs as he does. But he has a like for the games and fantasy. Who am I to tell him, no?

  I put the things back in the brown paper bag and sit on the bed, turning on the television to watch it while he gets ready. My phone rings and I see it’s my sister, so I answer, “Hello.”

  “Hey, you are going to Cyprian’s father’s party, right?” she asks me.

  “Yes, nosey.” I roll my eyes as if she could see me.

  “I just wanted to be sure. I feel in debt to the man for all he’s done for us. I just wanted to exercise my big sister hold on you to make sure you give the man what he wants.”

  “You know he’s doing what he’s doing for you and the kids, right? I could tell by the way he acted at lunch that Peter isn’t his most favorite person,” I tell her as I look at my red painted nails and try to recall if I have ever gone for a manicure before Cyprian started taking me to get my nails done each week.

  “Well, Peter doesn’t try very hard to be likable, in Cyprian’s defense. As a matter of fact, here lately, he doesn’t seem to care if I or the kids like him, either. I think all of what Cyprian is doing is making him feel somewhat less of a man.”

  “Why do you say that?” I ask her as I watch Cyprian emerge from the bathroom and go to his closet to get dressed. Seeing him with only a towel wrapped around his waist sends a torrent of heat straight through me and I have to close my eyes to focus on what my sister is saying.

  “Oh. He’s got this dominating man thing going on. He must need to know he’s still the one who wears the pants in the family,” she says, pulling my mind away from the naked man in the closet.

  “Dominating? Like how?” I ask her as I turn away from the closet and stop trying to catch another glimpse of him.

  “Like, he’s bought me a chastity belt I have to wear all the time and once the kids go to bed, he has me wear a slave collar. That kind of thing. Bathe him, wash his hair, file his nails. You know that kind of stuff.”

  “Huh? Are you shitting me?” I ask as that sounds nothing like my sister. “Do you like that?”

  “Like it?” she asks as if she doesn’t know if she does or not. “It’s never been my cup of tea. But, on occasion, he’s needed me to be submissive to him. He’s always come around, once he knows I know my place in his life.”

  Red flags are filling my head as I think about Peter, lording over my sister. “You don’t have to do those things if you don’t want to. You do know that, right?” I ask her as Cyprian comes out of the closet, dressed in a tux and looking like a million bucks.

  “He needs me to, right now. I can do it for him. Don’t tell Cyprian, please. He already looks at Peter like he wants to tell him off more often than I’d like. I can’t have Cyprian starting a battle with my husband over how he treats me. I’m used to it.”

  “Because he’s beat you down to accept it,” I say as my hackles have risen.

  “Shit! Don’t tell me you’re going to be a problem too! I only wanted to talk to you about it. I don’t want anyone to say a thing to Peter. Please.”

  “You ready?” Cyprian asks me.

  I smile as I recall him telling me he only wants to hear the word, yes, come from me tonight. “Yes.” I turn my attention back to the phone call. “Got to go, sis.”

  “Okay, bye, you guys have fun.”

  I put the phone in a gold clutch he’s handing me and take the arm he’s offering me. As we leave the bedroom, I’m filled with worry for myself and my sister.

  Are we both fools over men…

  Chapter 5

  CYPRIAN

  I’ve never been more nervous in my entire life!

  My palms are sweating as I grip the small box in my inside jacket pocket. My father is looming ahead and Cami is looking a little frantic as she takes in the blue lights that are reflecting off the disco ball that still hangs above the dance floor of my father’s ballroom.

  He’s smiling as we approach him and I find my mother swooping in from the right. “Oh, you can speak freely, Cami.”

  She looks at me and winks. “Do you really think I didn’t know that?”

  I laugh, nervously as I watch her eyes grow bright. “Damn, I love the shit out of you.”

  Her mouth quirks into a half smile. “And later you will show me.”

  “You have no idea how much I’ll show you.” I make a growling sound as she runs her hand over my ass.

  My father meets us with his hand extended. “Corbin Girard, Camilla. Nice to meet you.”

  She shakes his hand and nods but can’t say anything as my mother is next to him in a second with her hand extended as well. “Coco Mason.”

  “It’s nice to meet you both,” she says as she shakes my mother’s hand.

  “My son tells me you’re going to be a scientist someday,” my father says.

  I pick up a couple of drinks off a passing tray and hand one to Cami. She looks at me with thankfulness in her pretty eyes then looks back at my father. “I am going to be doing something in that field, yes sir.”

  “Such a beautiful woman, she is Cyprian,” Mother tells me. “I can see why you like her.”

  “I more than like her, Mother.” I look at Cami and push a few of her curls away from her face. “I love her.”

  Cami’s hand on my cheek sends tingles all through me as she caresses it. “And I love him.”

  “How strange, huh, Corbin?” Mother asks as she looks at us.

  “He does look happy.”

  Cami smiles as she turns to look at them. “Does he?”

  They nod and it makes her laugh. I take her in my arms and spin her away as a song comes on that I like and take her out to dance with me. “You make me happy, baby.”

  She giggles as I touch her bottom and moves my hand up to her waist. “You make me happy too, naughty boy.”

  Nuzzling her ear, I hiss, “You have no idea. Now, back to no talking, wench.”

  She giggles then goes quiet as she looks into my eyes as I spin her around the half-empty dance floor. Silently, we gaze at each other as I think about what I’m about to do.

  The music slows as the DJ changes the song. I pull her in close, she leans her head on my shoulder and I see a throng of women cascading into the ballroom. The escorts have arrived and I wanted to be long gone before they got here.

  It’s been a good while since I’ve been at one of Papa’s parties. No one ever discusses people who aren’t present, so I know none of them has been told that I’m off limits. My presence in the middle of the dancefloor has several of them targeting me.

  “Shit!” I hiss as I try to dance away with Cami before any of them can get to me. I hurry, moving Cami backward until I get to the stage, then I stop dancing and take her by the hand and go up on the stage with her looking at me with complete confusion.

  “Cyprian, what the hell are you doing?” she asks me as I wave at the D.J.

  I grin at her. “No talking except when I ask you something, remember?”

  She nods and looks around at all th
e people who’ve shown up, suddenly. The DJ comes to me and I whisper, “Can you end the music for a moment? I need to make an announcement.”

  He gives me a thumbs up and the music stops, immediately as he explains, “Cyprian has something he’d like to say.”

  Looking at Cami, I can see she’s nervous as hell. Her eyes are the size of saucers. I give her hand a gentle squeeze to try to calm her down a bit.

  She jumps as cheers come at me from the women who have crammed themselves near the stage. Shouts come from them, asking me to pick them. One flashes her tits and I decided it’s time to quiet them all down. “Ladies, and gentlemen, I have something I’d like to tell you all.”

  “You’re hosting an orgy in your bedroom and all are invited!” one of the women shouts.

  Cami looks at me like she thinks this is insane, which I know now, it is. “It’s okay, baby.”

  “It’s not,” she whispers.

  As I hold her hand, I look out at the crowd of people and say, “The lady next to me has done an amazing thing.”

  “I can do amazing things too, Cyprian. Let me show you,” another woman calls out.

  “No!” I shout. “No, don’t show me anything. Let me finish. You see the amazing thing this woman, Miss Camilla Petit, has done without even trying to, is show me a man who was hidden inside of me.”

  “I knew he had to have more men inside of him,” another lady shouts. “There was just no way only one man could bring that much pleasure to so many!” Laughter follows her words and I find Cami tugging at my hand.

  “Just be patient, baby,” I say as I hold her tight, not about to let her flee. “Okay, ladies, and I use that term loosely, how about you let me finish my tale?”

  “Shush, everyone,” my father calls out from the back of the crowd.

  A hush falls over them all and I go on, “This woman has brought out things in me I never knew I was capable of. She’s brought out love in me. True love, the likes I didn’t know existed until I found her.”

  “Aww,” the crowd moans.

  I reach into my pocket and pull out the little box and get on one knee, looking up at Cami. Her hands fly to cover her mouth and I see the tale-tale signs of tears pooling in her eyes.

  Reaching up for her left hand, she gives it to me and I find it shaking. “Camilla Petit, you are a gift from above. Your kind heart, gentle spirit, and take-no-shit attitude have won my heart. It will forever be yours. So, I’d like to make this thing we have official. Camilla Petit, will you marry me?”

  Her whole body is shaking and the room is so quiet you can hear a cricket chirping somewhere far away. Cami shocks me as she gets on her knees in front of me and nods as she says, “Yes.”

  Slipping the ring on her finger, I say, “You have made me even more happy than I was before. You are indeed an amazing woman and I am blessed that you’ve chosen me to spend your life with.”

  Kissing her has everyone clapping and I lift her up as we kiss. When our mouths part, she looks out at the crowd with a huge smile. “Ladies, this man is mine! So, keep your hands to yourself, or you’ll have me to deal with. I do not share!”

  Laughter fills the room and I gesture to the D.J. to get back to playing music. As we exit the stage I find my mother and father have made it to the front and are waiting for us.

  “I never thought I’d see the day when my Cyprian would settle down,” Papa says as he pulls Cami into his arms for a hug. “Be good to him, please.”

  “Not to worry,” Cami tells him. “I love him and will always be good to him.”

  Mother grabs her up next as my father lets her go and shakes my hand. “Being married carries many responsibilities, Cyprian. That’s why I stayed the hell away from it. But, I suppose you’ve thought that all out. I suppose that’s why you’ve invested so much into her sister’s family. I hope that all works out for you.”

  “Thanks, Papa.” I see my mother letting Cami go and tears are in her eyes for the first time ever.

  She takes me in her arms and whispers, “Congratulations, my son. I hope you don’t plan on making me a grandmother anytime soon. That would spoil my reputation.” She laughs to show me she’s joking but I bet there’s a lot of truth behind her words.

  “I am going to do my best to make you a grandmother as soon as I can talk that little spit fire into it.” Cami hears me and shakes her head. I nod and take her hand. “And now she and I must go. See you guys later in the week.”

  They watch us as we leave and so do most of the guests in the room. Just as I think we’ve made it, one of the women from my past steps in front of us “Hey.”

  “Trish, right?” I ask as if I don’t know

  “Come on, Cyprian. Introduce me to the woman who has stolen you away from us all.”

  “This is Cami,” I say then step to one side.

  Trish takes Cami by her shoulder, making Cami stop and look back at her. “Can I help you?”

  “I just want to know one thing, Cami. How’d you do it? How’d you get him to want you and only you?”

  Cami looks at me then back at Trish. “I didn’t. It just happened.”

  “That’s not true,” I say. “She stole my heart and she keeps it under lock and key.”

  Trish cuts her eyes at me and frowns. “I’m sad to see you go, Cyprian.”

  Cami looks down and I pull her close, wrapping my arm around her. “Everyone should grow up, sometime, Trish. Goodbye.”

  Taking Cami, we walk away from the ballroom I watched parties going on in since I was a child. A thing no kid should’ve ever been able to watch. And I am happy to be walking away from that life. Happier than I’ve ever been.

  How long can elation really last, I wonder…

  Chapter 6

  CAMILLA

  The ring on my finger weighs a ton. The diamond is huge and the platinum band is wide and full of smaller diamonds. “I suppose my finger will build muscle to be able to hold this monster up.”

  Cyprian smiles and kisses the ring he’s placed on my finger. “I suppose it will have to because it’s never coming off you.”

  As Ashton pulls away from Cyprian’s father’s mansion, I look at all the cars that have come in after we did. The place was filled to the brim and that was a weekend normalcy for the man who’s sitting next to me.

  It’s not lost on me what all he has given up for me. Not one ugly woman was in that ballroom. All willing to give their bodies to Cyprian for the night or longer. And he only wants me. That’s hard to believe.

  “Can you really walk away from that life, Cyprian? Can you really only ever want me?”

  His fingers touch my lips. “Let’s go back to the no talking thing. Only say yes when I ask you something. I don’t want to talk about that place or that life. I want to talk about our future but, for tonight, I don’t want to talk about anything. I want to experience you and you, me. It’s been an eternity since I’ve let myself really feel you. So, what do you say to that?”

  “Yes,” I say with a smile and find his mouth on mine.

  Ashton drove us in the limousine, so we have complete privacy as he takes us home. The ride is about a half hour and from the way Cyprian is maneuvering me around, I think he has plans on starting this in the car.

  Hoisting my dress up, he moves me to straddle him as I sit on his lap. His mouth leaves mine only long enough for him to say, “Set me free, baby.” His hands move mine to undo his pants then his move to my panties and he pulls them open. The Velcro snapping, loudly as he does. “Push.”

  I do as he says and feel the ball he placed inside me, slip out. The weight of it had me staying acutely aware of my sex and now that the object is gone, I ache to be filled with something much larger, that can move.

  Lifting me up, he puts me back down on his exposed erection and we both moan. He keeps me perfectly still as my body stretches to fit him and I find myself shaking with raw sexuality. My stomach is tight as he lifts me, slightly.

  “Cyprian, yes,” I moan as I feel his si
lky cock move inside me and nearly fall apart with how damn good it feels. “Oh, how I’ve missed this.”

  His lips press against my neck for the longest time as he holds me still then moves me again. “I have to go slow. My body has never been celibate this long and it’s threatening to erupt much too quickly.”

  “The hell with it, baby. Get this one over with and out of the way. I know you can build up, quickly.” I move faster and push his shoulders back, so he can watch me ride him.

  He pushes my dress off my shoulders, it pools at my midsection. He pulls the bra apart in the middle as the Velcro comes apart, unleashing my tits and his hands move over them as he groans, “My God, I’ve missed these.”

  His large cock rubs parts of me that have been left alone far too long. It has me going over the edge before he does, but the spasms my body is making has him coming along for the ride. Simultaneously, we moan out, “Yes!”

  Pulling me to him, he kisses me long and softly. Making little pecks, he says, “I love you. I love you so damn much.”

  “I love you, Cyprian. More than you will ever know.” I feel his cock stirring back to life inside of me and move my body to encourage the growth.

  More kisses we pepper each other’s lips with and before I know it, the easy kisses have turned passionate. He moves and I’m on my back on the floor. His movements are hard and pounding as he takes me.

  I am his for the taking. This man can have me any way he wants me. For the first time, I have completely given myself away. Mind, body, and soul, yet I’ve never felt more free in my entire life.

  With one chance meeting, I found the man who was the missing part of me. And he has me to fill the place in him that had lain empty all this time.

  His movements are harsh and so is our breathing. The last of the street lights leave us in the dark and he hurries to meet his end, taking me to mine. With a grunt and a groan, he’s spilled himself inside me once again. “We’re about to be home.”

  Getting up, he pulls me up with him and we secure our clothing. My hair’s a bit of a mess, so I know our little escapade will not go unnoticed by Ashton when he opens the door for us. As we pull up to the gate, I see we’ve both managed to put all our body parts back where they belong, beneath our clothes. “We did it!”