160 - Language Barrier
*Priss has a baby, you have three, you girls are growing up too fast for me. I just want you both to go back to being little girls. - Cookie*
Camille stretched and relished the tenderness of her body. After their shower, they soaked in the large tub. The tenderness of the aftercare was just as important as the binding and impact play. As they cuddled in the tub, Darkness made the comment that when they built their house, this needed to go in their basement. Very rarely did he ever insist on something for the house, so when he did, she made sure that it was added to her list.
They also played with the hooks in the wall. At first, they appeared to be at an odd height. They were too low to hang towels, and some hooks appeared to be upside down. However, these worked perfectly for hooking her cuffs onto while she was standing. The hooks that were right side up were at the right height for her wrists to be tied to while she was on her knees.
Since they had a cross, they did not play with either one here. But after he had her strapped to the motorcycle lift, he wondered how hard it would be to install one. Neither of them was interested in the cage. Although they once again considered a pole and lessons at the new dance studio that had just opened in Ridgeview.
The large dark hand on her stomach moved up to cup her breast as his lips brushed against her neck. “What time is it?”
She wiggled her arm free from the blanket and turned her wrist to see the face of her smart watch. Her eyes focused, somewhat, on the small screen. After a moment, she decided that she needed a larger watch face first thing in the morning.
“I think that says either six or eight twelve. Thirteen.”
His stomach growled behind her and hers echoed it causing them both to laugh.
“What time does the kitchen open?”
“Five thirty, so either way, it’s open. And I really want some pancakes.”
“Pancakes do sound good,” he agreed. “We should probably go get a shower.”
She pushed her hips up against his growing hardness, nestling his shaft between her ass cheeks.
“Don’t tempt me, little Cam,” his voice was a low growl in her ear. “We have to meet Cookie and Kilo in a little bit.”
“We’ll just tell them to transplant the house in Baton Rouge up here on top of a basement like this,” she suggested as she turned in his arms.
“Good plan,” he gave her a light kiss.
“I hear a but in that statement.”
“Nicki is excited to talk to Kilo.”
“She is,” Camille straddled his waist, and he rolled to his back. His hands caressed her thighs as she leaned in and kissed him before laying on his chest. “I never thought that she would be interested in engineering.”
“Besides,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “finalizing the house means that we are one step closer to moving here and I can plant a chocolate baby in your belly.”
Chuckling, she sat up, “You’ve been hanging out with Cookie too much already.”
“I was watching Karan with their kids. She’s really good with them.”
“She better be, she runs the daycare.”
His stomach rumbled under her, and she smirked at him, “That was a little weird feeling.”
“Let’s go feed the monster before I decide to eat something else,” he gave her a hungry smile.
“Tempting,” she smiled as her eyes moved to the rings on the wall above the metal headboard. “I’m pretty sure that those handles would be perfect for riding your face.”
He shifted to look at the handles that she was talking about and groaned. “Yeah, we’re going to need those too.”
Laughing, she moved up to grab the two handles and slid her hands into the cuffs attached to them. Darkness growled as he shifted her over him and pulled her down to his mouth. Sucking on her clit, he pushed her up towards an orgasm.
After nearly two years of playing her body like a fine-tuned instrument, he knew exactly what to do to push her towards an orgasm. And when to stop what he was doing to keep her from crashing over the edge. Just before she fell apart on his face, he pushed her up and slid out from underneath her.
Camille groaned in frustration causing Darkness to chuckle as he rolled to the edge of the bed. Removing her hands from the straps and letting her body fall back, she glared at her husband. With an amused smile, he stood up and turned to face her. Leaning over the bed, he kissed his wife where she lay in the center of the large bed.
Her light blonde hair fanned out against the bright red cotton. His dark fingers buried themselves in her wavy tresses. Pulling back, he braced himself over her with his other hand. Running his fingers through her hair, he lifted his hand to watch the golden strands slowly fall back to the bed.
“When I first saw you, I thought you were so beautiful,” he whispered. “I had never thought that glasses were sexy before, and then I saw you. I had these fantasies of fucking you on that couch in nothing but my cut and your glasses. Sitting there, watching you ride me.”
She smiled at him, and quietly admitted, “I wanted to climb you like a tree.”
“You can climb me anytime that you want, little Cam.”
*Ti limyè* was for when they played, or she was being a brat and trying to get a punishment. Camille was for everyday use. Little Cam was when he was being tender. She reached up and cupped his cheek, scraping her short nails through his scruff.
“*Mwen renmen ou*,” she said slowly, trying to get the pronunciation right.
He grinned at her, “*Ik houd van jou*.” She looked at him oddly and his cheek burned under her hand. “I said it wrong. I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”
“You said it right,” she grinned at him. “Momma Dee has been teaching me. How did you…? Who..?”
Turning his head, he kissed her palm and then looked at her out of the side of his eye. “Your dad is giving me lessons.”
“Oh, God…” her eyes went wide and then she started laughing.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her with a grin as he sat on the bed and helped her to sit up. “Werewolf has been giving me corrected lessons.”
“Thank God!”
“I heard the stories of your dad’s lessons and went to Werewolf.” Grinning, he recited, “*Er zit een komkommer in je neus*.”
She could not help the laughter that flooded out of her, “What did my dad say that you were saying?”
“That you have a beautiful face.”
She laughed even harder, “And Werewolf?”
“That I have a cucumber in my nose,” he shrugged.
Leaning forward as her stomach growled, she kissed him, “At least it was not in your ass.”
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