What? “Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”
“You may take advantage of me. You know—” he’s interrupted by Kim, clearing our dinner plates, making room for dessert. Chaise immediately follows her with Azmir’s water.
When they’re gone I asked, “Like what?”
He chuckles. “I don’t know...like you having me restrained and screaming like a little bitch,” he says and I take note of his Brooklyn accent.
I tilted my head to the side and squinted my eyes. Chaise has returned with the our dessert. Crème br?lée.
“Oh, wow, Azmir! How thoughtful!” I jumped up and ran over to his seat to grab his face and plop a juicy one on his lips. He wanted more. I could tell by how long it took for him to open his eyes. I stood, bent over him smiling salaciously.
“Girl, you better stop playing. You gotta give a brother due warning before you come over here with that after talking about cuffing me,” he whispered.
I couldn’t help it. I had to tell him, “Azmir, baby, you can take me anywhere you like. I am so happy to have you in my life. I think I’m a pretty lucky girl—dare I say, blessed?”
He looked troubled by my introspection. He moved in and gave me the softest kiss as he squeezed the small of my back if that were possible. What’s biting him?
“Let’s finish dessert. I want to give you another round of training with the cuffs before handing over the keys.” I felt butterflies in my stomach as I sauntered back over to my seat.
The crème br?lée was to die for. Chef Boyd really knew his craft. We sang our praises to him and his team as they walked out the door. I tried to hide my yearning to have Azmir all to myself. He held me by the waist in his pelvis as we saw them out the door. I’d discovered that evening that Boyd owned his own restaurant. He worked part-time for Azmir to earn extra cash for his twin daughters’ college tuition. Kim and Chaise were waiters from his restaurant. That explains the odd hours. I wondered how much Azmir paid him, though I’d never ask.
Boyd shut the door behind him and I turned to Azmir, placing my palms flat on his hard chest and asked, “So, what now?” I couldn’t help my giggle.
“You really wanna know or would you rather be surprised?” He smiled at my giddiness.
“No surprises for me, Mr. Jacobs,” I flirted as I turned back to tease him with the softness of my rear.
He bent down and whispered in my ear as he nibbled on it so softly and sensually, “We go to our room and strip down naked so that I can acquaint myself with your third hole.”
I gasped speaking in a louder tempo, “What do you mean acquaint?”
Azmir turned me around and gave me the sexiest deep gaze dead in my eyes. I felt my lubrication immediately. “I’ll take it slow and won’t move a minute before you’re ready, but let me prep it,” he hummed in my ear and that’s all it took for me to be fully intrigued. He led me to the master suite where we explored a new level of intimacy.
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