Trying to be Dominantly Equal [BDSM] {SEQUAL book 2}

Chapter Tweny Two: I do (Part 2)

Don't hate me I know it's been a long time

I wake wrapped around strong hands. And even in the dim light I've memorized ever detail to them. The creases, the veins and how beautiful his wedding band is around his fingers. It's remarkable how a small piece of shaped metal can mean so much. It gives you so much reassurance and security.

Hes curled around me like a romantic vine and I can't help but take in his relaxed state. Long beautiful dark eyelashes that brush against his skin with a set of full black hair, Perfected only by his hands. His lips slightly parted with his strong jaw and light stubble turned toward the pillow. He looks so innocent.

He's far from that...

And you are?

Hmm... not in the slightest

Images dance across my mind making a personal film of me and him. My skin tingles with delight at the hours spent in that playroom, our playroom. He did everything and more to me. I could barley keep up. It's been a long time...After cumming for the fourth time I finally gave out. I don't remember getting back to the main house but I do remember every kiss, stroke, and flick of his tongue.

Hmmmm...That tongue. I can't help but lightly trace my fingers over his lips.

So soft....

My hands travel down to snake around his hand that is gently draped over my exposed breast.
Slowly moving his hand and crawling out of bed I welcome how heavy my bones feel.

Hours of fucking will do that for you.

They ache in all the right places.

I'm so worn out

I don't even think the gym will do me like this.

"Brooke..." he mumbles. Looking back I watch his hand search the bed. His eyes furrow and his body stirs causing the sheets to slip past his waist. My stomach clenches and I fight the urge to straddle him and kiss his happy trail.

So fucking sexy

I wait for him to still and watch his chest fall into deep breaths, his arm fanned over his eyes. Slipping out the room and walking down the hallway to the stairs I can't help but feel a small pang of regret for not fixing things with my dads. I know now they meant well, but so many things could have been avoided. I don't want to spend the rest of my life without them. I love them for fuck sake I just need time to figure out how to move forward with it. Besides if I can move forward with Nick then I can move forward with just about anything.

The kitchen is only lit by the above stove light. I'm not hungry but I feel as if a bowl of cereal will do me justice. I've eaten every famous cuisine since we landed and let's just say I miss small things like a PB&J or a salad. Nick had this kitchen stocked with every food I could possibly think of eating. I don't even think he eats half of the things in here. Pulling down a new box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch I venture for a bowl. Of fucking course it's on the top shelf! Why on God's green earth would bowls be all the way at the top. Who the hell is that tall!

Your 6'4 Greek god of a husband...

So what! You don't see people putting spoons at the top shelf. You know why? Because it's a everyday use item!

Placing my hands on my naked hips i jump startled when I hear a faint chuckle. Spinning around my husband sits at the breakfast bar with his face in his palms watching me struggle. His eyes burn with fire and intensity. Yet they still hold the softness of a sleeping giant.

Don't forget amusement because he's definitely laughing at you

His lips form a smirk and I teasingly narrows my eyes. I take time to admire the crease in his smile as he does so.