Page 81 of Gideon
“A baby. Can you believe that?” I muttered as Naomi and I readied ourselves for bed. The dinner at Zeke’s had been an eventful one, and that was putting it mildly.
“Yeah. A baby,” Naomi replied distractedly, idly braiding and re-braiding her hair as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were unfocused, lost in thought.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked her, walking up behind her and kissing the back of her shoulder. Our gazes met in the mirror’s reflection, a soft smile playing at her lips as we connected.
“Yeah, I’m okay. It was intense,” she chuckled lightly.
“Gatherings with all of my brothers tend to be, but I agree with you. Tonight was particularly extreme,” I muttered against the skin of her neck. Her skin was so soft. My lips trailed lightly over it, not really kissing, just feeling her beneath my touch.
“I feel like things are about to get crazy,” she sighed heavily. My arm moved around her midsection, holding her against me. Her hand laid over my own, holding me to her. Connection, we both sought it and took comfort in it.
“I have a feeling you’re right. With Malachi getting married, we’re going to have to move fast. I just hope we can get the proof we need to bring this whole shit show crashing down before it’s too late,” I agreed with her solemnly.
“With a bang,” she chuckled.
“A loud, explosive bang,” I agreed. I stepped away from her, taking her hand and leading her to the bed, but she pulled away.
“Gideon?” she asked, wrapping her arms around her torso as she spoke.
“Yes?”
“I need something,” she whispered, as though she were working up the courage to say whatever it was that was on her mind.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and giving her space to speak her peace.
“I need to get my thoughts to stop,” she muttered so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.
“Tell me more,” I urged her, wanting to understand her before jumping to the conclusions my mind, and my cock, were jumping to.
“I need to let go and get these thoughts out of my head,” she attempted to explain.
“What thoughts?” I questioned.
“Thoughts of what happened. Thoughts of what is about to happen. Thoughts about what could happen in the future. It’s all just too much and I can’t get them to stop,” she expounded.
“What are you asking for, Naomi?” I asked her, my tone deepening, already knowing exactly what it was she was asking for. I wanted to hear her say it, to ask for what she desired.
“Will you tie me up? Will you help me forget? As my Dominant?” Her words hit me hard, settling inside of me like a weighted comfort I had long been missing. I breathed out a sigh of pride and contentment.
“It would be my pleasure. Cuffs or rope tonight, my little vixen?” I asked her, donning on a more dominant persona.
“Rope. Lots of rope,” she answered, a smile on her face as she sighed with relief.
“Did you think I would say no?” I teased her.
“I wasn’t sure. Asking isn’t easy,” she admitted.
“Then perhaps I’ll make you ask for it every time.” I narrowed my eyes at her with an evil smirk.
“Asshole,” she sassed, leaning forward to smack my shoulder, but I grabbed her wrist tightly in my grasp.
“Say it again and see what happens,” I warned her in a dark, low tone. I saw her contemplate her choices, and then that smarmy smirk appeared on her beautiful face.
“Ass. Hole.” Her words were clear, controlled, and fuck me, I wanted to wipe it right off of her face. I tugged her down. She yelped as she fell across my lap. I quickly held her down by the middle of her back as I lifted the hem of her nightgown, baring her panty-clad ass to me.
“Gideon!” she yelped as my hand came down in a loud smack across her pert little ass.
“Try again, vixen,” I chuckled darkly. My hand came down again, smack after smack, landing on her rounded cheeks.
