Page 138 of Enforcer
“Fuck, your cunt feels so good this morning, love,” I snarl, biting her jaw as I pull the second nipple clamp off slowly, keeping her from coming abruptly.
“Goddamnit, brute, let me come,” she begs, her eyes turning feral.
“I’m not done playing with you yet. And also, who are you to give me orders, Mrs. Ricci?”
The baby monitor goes off as Nico groans to life in his bed from the dead sleep he was enjoying when I started this endeavor nearly an hour ago.
Brynne gasps, hearing him, her eyes working between me and the monitor.
She presses my shoulder back as if trying to get me to pull out of her.
I shake my head, thrusting deeper, making her eyes grow heavy again, reminding her where she’s needed first.
“Ah, ah, ah, that little fiend gets enough of your attention. You’ll deal with his daddy first before you go to him.”
She moans at my words, and I tickle my hand down the chain connected to the nipple clamps. The very chain that’s connected to the final clamp that’s on her clit.
“Mama?!” Nico cries from his crib, and Brynne fights the urge to go to him as I grin.
“Slate, don’t…”
I smile. “Come for me, Mama,” I taunt, pulling the clamp off her clit as I hasten my pace.
She cries out, body convulsing as she comes around me, and I shove inside as deep as I can, coming so hard I nearly collapse on top of her.
“Fuck!” she breathes, shuddering as the last throes of orgasm wracked her body.
“Good morning, Mrs. Ricci,” I tell her, kissing her slowly to bring her back to reality.
“Yeah, you skipped that bit before,” she jokes.
Nico’s sadness turns to rage on the other end of the monitor, and I grab the key and release Brynne from the cuffs. She moves to get off the bed, and I press her back down, shaking my head.
“I got him. You take your time.”
She smiles and snuggles back into the mattress. “You sure?”
I nod. “He and I will bring you breakfast.”
“And coffee?” she asks, eyes pleading.
I smile, kissing her nose as I get off the bed. “And coffee,” I confirm.
I get Nico up and change him, placing him in his high chair and making him some french toast sticks and banana—his fixation this week, I’m confident it’ll change next week.
“You have the worst timing, you know that?” I ask him as I hand him his sippy of water.
He doesn’t say anything; he looks at me with dark eyes, assessing why I’m out here instead of his mom.
I smile, tousling his hair as I hear the coffee machine beep that it’s done.
“Hurry up, we’ll take Mama some breakfast.”
He puts his sippy down and shovels his food in his mouth hastily.
I never thought I’d live this life, and sometimes, I still have to pinch myself. It’s like I wake up happy, content, and blessed in another man’s life.
When Nico’s done, I clean his face off and grab the tray to take Brynne her breakfast and coffee, heading down the hall as Nico toddles behind me.