Chapter Six
Mina
I walk through the warehouse. I have no idea what I’m doing. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I know what I’m pretending to do, but my main goal is to poke at my husband, who’s driving me crazy. He has been since we woke up Saturday afternoon.
I see a clipboard lying on one of the worktables. Picking it up, I pretend to be busy because I know my husband is going to be exploding from his office. As if my thoughts conjure him, I hear my name bellowed from across the warehouse.
I look over to see Gabe, who’s in his early sixties, looking at me and smiling before shaking his head. I roll my eyes and keep moving.
I snuck out on King when he’d taken a phone call about the new warehouse. I was super excited about it. It slipped my mind for a moment when I woke up alone in the early afternoon in bed and went in search of my husband.
I found him in the kitchen making us something to eat. He came right to me and picked me up. He sat me on the kitchen counter, then pulled his oversized shirt I’d been wearing off me. I thought he was going to take me right there on the kitchen counter. I was wrong.
He looked over my body from head to toe, staring at every mark he’d left on my skin. I loved them. Seeing them made me wet between my thighs because I wanted more of it. My King didn't feel the same. I could see the remorse written all over his face. No matter how much I tried to tell him I loved it, I couldn't make the cloud in his eyes go away. Stupid, unnecessary guilt was riding him.
He spent the rest of the weekend being soft and sweet with me, telling me about the big deal he made. He made me dinner, and we didn't have sex again. Every time I tried he’d fall to his knees and eat my pussy until I passed out. I needed to break through to him.
I turn when I hear his heavy steps getting closer to me and bite my lip to keep from smiling. After I tied King to the bed something shifted a little inside me. I feel bolder and it’s fun poking at his control. But I hate the guilt that eats him up. He has to see how much I love all the different ways we make love. I don’t want him to ever hold anything back from me. I want him to be himself in whatever way that comes out. I know I’ll love every one of them.
His longs legs stride towards me, his jeans tight on his thighs. His plain white shirt has a few grease smudges on it from when he worked on one of the trucks first thing this morning. His five o'clock shadow is already showing and it’s not even noon. My core clenches when I see the look on his face.
His eyes go to my legs, which are bare because I’m in a dress. When we left the house I had leggings on under it but took them off before coming down to the warehouse floor. This place is usually sweltering, no matter how hard we blast the air conditioning.
“What are you doing?” he bursts out, and I shrug.
“Whatever I want,” I say, turning and giving him my back. I start to walk away, pretending to work, but then suddenly strong arms grip my hips and spin me back around to face him. I look up into his blue eyes and my breath catches.
“Someone isn't being a good girl,” he growls, so low only I can hear him.
My breathing picks up at his words. He slips the clipboard from my hand, tossing it off to the side. It hits the concrete floor with a loud thud.
“What are you going to do about it?” I ask, and his eyes flare.
He leans down and I feel his breath on my lips. “Don’t push it. That dirty mouth you’ve picked up while I was out of town is going to get your little ass in trouble.”
I lick my lips and he doesn’t miss the slow slide of my tongue across my lips. He sucks in a breath, no doubt thinking of the last time he had his cock there.
“I’d love to show you again how dirty my mouth can be.” I slide a hand up his chest and I have to stand on my tiptoes to run it up the back of his neck. “You could take me to your office. Make me suck your cock to work off all this tension. Though I’m not sure that would be punishment for me being a bad girl since I love your cock in my mouth.”
Before I can blink, I’m flying through the air and landing over King’s shoulder.
“Get back to work!” he shouts as he moves through the warehouse faster than I thought possible. I blush. In all the fun I was having, I forgot that people were working in the warehouse. I’d gotten lost in the moment with King. His eyes always do that to me. Hell, all of him does that to me.
He takes the stairs up to his office two at a time. The big glass window in his office overlooks the whole place. When he enters the room he slams the door behind us. He walks over to the sofa and drops me onto it, then strides over to the window and jerks on the cord to close the blinds, blocking everyone's view. Finally he goes to the door and flips the lock.
My heart starts to pound. We’ve never had sex in his office before. I’ve tried to bait him, but every time, he’d grab me and we’d leave. He’d take me home and make love to me there. This feels dirty.
With his back to me, he places his hand on the door and takes a few heavy breaths. He’s trying to get it together. I slip my hands under my dress and pull off my underwear. I toss them onto the floor in front of me before hiking my dress up and leaning back. I slide my hands between my legs and spread my lips.
“King. I need you,” I moan.
Slowly he turns and his body goes rock solid at the sight of me. I know I’ve got him once again.
Chapter Seven
Mina
King’s eyes go straight between my legs. A predatory smile forms on his lips, making my pulse pick up. His steps are slow but purposeful. Each one draws him closer and closer to me, making my heartbeat race with excitement.
“Get your sweet ass to the edge of the sofa and spread those legs wide,” he commands. I rush to do as he says. He steps between my legs, wedging them even farther apart. He’s so close, his erection is right in my face. “See something you want, wife of mine?”
“You,” I tell him. “All of you. Not just the parts you want to show me. I want it all. It belongs to me.”
“Is that so?” In one move he pulls my dress over my head and tosses it to the ground. He slides one of his big hands into my hair and he takes a handful of it. He grips it tightly, and my lower half clenches.
“Yes,” I moan, unable to help myself. His dominance is like a sweet lick of desire over my skin. I crave it.
“You belong to me and I don’t like you showing others what’s mine.” His grip on my hair tightens. “You don't walk around this warehouse letting other men have small peeks of it. Don’t test me on this, Mina, or I’ll never untie you from our bed.”
I know he’s talking about me taking off my leggings. I didn't do it to get anyone else's attention. What I wanted was for him to snap. I wanted him to do it again because this time I wouldn't be passing out afterwards. We’re having this out.
“We’ll see.” I bat my eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.
“That mouth again. It’s going to get you into trouble.” His nostrils flare a little as his jaw tightens.
“Well—”
“Hush.” The single word is slow and filled with power. My nipples tighten. “I think we’ll put that mouth to better use. Take my cock out.”
I stare up at him in shock. He’s going to let me touch it? He always says my touch is too much and that it puts him on edge.
“Now,” he snaps.
My hands rush to his belt and undo it. Once that’s done I go for the button on his jeans, my fingers shaking with excitement. I fumble with the button and his zipper, but finally I get it. Reaching into his pants, I pull out his length and it springs free. Cum leaks from the tip and I lick my lips.
I try to take him into my mouth, but he holds on tightly to my hair, not letting me move.
“Maybe my wife has some control issues of her own.”
I glance up at him. A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. Maybe I do, but before this man I knew nothing about sex. Now he’s opened that box and all of this has come flooding out. I don’t want to stop it. I want to explore it all with him.
He pushes my head forward a little and the tip of his cock is a breath away from my lips. “Lick off the cum.”
I do what he says, greedy to taste him. I swipe across the tip of his cock, and his salty sweetness explodes on my tongue. I moan, wanting more. I try to take him into my mouth, but he pulls me back.
“Did I say you could touch yourself? I do believe I’m punishing you.” I pull my hand from between my legs. I hadn't even realized I’d been touching myself because I was so lost in the moment.
Leaning down, he grabs my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth. He sucks on them, making my center tingle with need. I wiggle. I want his mouth between my legs, but I also want his cock in my mouth. He bites the tip of my finger, and I still.
“Hands behind your back. Lock your fingers together. I don’t trust my greedy girl to not touch herself. I don’t share my wife with anyone. Not even herself.”
I put my hands behind my back, eager to please him. I want to see what he’s going to do next. I know I poke at him and that I took control in bed. I didn’t do it because I wanted to have the power. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every second of it. I always enjoy everything when it’s with him, but this is the real Kingsley, the man he’s being hiding from me, just simmering below the surface.