Forever Yours

| T W E N T Y - N I N E |

A/N: this is gonna be a long chapter :))

Brooklyn's POV:

It's raining.

On my birthday.

It's pouring.

I heard it when I woke up and since then, I haven't left bed. Fred tried to coax me out but I didn't budge. He's laid with me, taken a shower, put his mouth on my cunt, made me iced coffee, and is now sitting at the edge of the bed next to me.

He thought making some homemade iced coffee would get me out of bed. Ha.

But putting his mouth on my cunt... well that was just a little birthday present. Not like he hasn't done it before but this time he let me cum without being edged for a while.

I groaned and turned over to my stomach, pushing my knees up under me and grabbing a pillow, pulling it over my head. Stupid rain. No one likes you.

"C'mon princess," Fred climbed forward on the bed and towered over me, kneeling behind my body with a leg between my slightly parted legs. He pressed the pads of his fingertips to my clit and rubbed just a little at the wetness that never left from more than a few minutes ago. "We got lots of food and alcohol here. All of your friends are here. There are endless things to do. Me being one of them."

"You'll let me take control?" I flipped over quickly to my back and looked up at him with hopeful eyes. He chuckled and my little smile quickly turned to a frown.

"No." He said, finding what I said the most funniest thing he's ever heard. "You're adorable. No." He kissed my forehead then leaned back and got off the bed, going over to the dresser and grabbed what I was assuming to be clothes. "But I'm not going to let your birthday be shitty love. You just gotta trust me."

"You know I trust you." I huffed as I sat up and crossed my arms. He just hummed.

He moved to his bag next and I watched him with suspicion. What was he doing? Should I be nervous? Of course.

"Okay princess lay back, legs open and eyes closed." He said and I did as he told, but didn't hold back my questions.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper, his hand came in contact with my thigh, squeezing it just a little.

"George and I recently partnered with a new company at our store, it's why I've been getting a lot of paperwork later," he said in a soft tone.

"Who are you partnered with?" I asked next. He didn't answer. Instead he dragged his fingers over my bare cunt and grunted. "Freddie?"

"I wouldn't get used to this if I were you. Cause it's probably the first last time it will ever happen." He murmured and suddenly, I was on high alert.

Of course I knew my husband would never hurt me, but I didn't know what he was doing. There was nothing preventing me from looking except my own will to keep my eyelids shut, but I wanted to be good for Fred.

I gasped as I felt something cold, something metal, push to my entrance.

What the hell is that?!

Freddie then pushed it into be, then a second later I felt his lips touch my clit. "Good girl Bee," he whispered.

"What was that?" I asked but still never opened my eyes.

"Oh you'll see." I could hear him get up from his spot on the ground. "You can open your eyes. Thank you for listening." I didn't hold back the smile I gave him due to his praises.

He grabbed a pair of pink panties then came back over to me and I watched as he slid the lace up my legs for me. I lifted my hips and he got the fabric over my ass and into position on me. I sat up then moved to sit on my knees as I watched him walk around the room. He grabbed a white shirt and pulled it on, then got a bra for me, he grabbed his phone from the bed and tucked it in his pocket, then grabbed black leggings and a navy blue long sleeve shirt.