Page 5 of Worship Me (Men of Inked 7)
man.”
“What are you complaining about, anciano?” Samara’s husband, Che, asked as he walked into the room and threw his arm around her shoulder.
Being with the Caldos was no different than being at home with my family. They teased each other mercilessly, but it was backed by so much love that no one seemed to care what anyone said.
“Izzy was feeling my breasts when he walked in. So he’s having a moment.”
“Poor guy,” Che said, but he brushed off the statement.
Okay.
Maybe they weren’t entirely like the Gallos.
My dad always kept his hands to himself, so this family was a wee bit different, but I was down with it. There was too much to love, and to each their own. It’s not like he was feeling up his own relative, though it seemed that people who married into the family weren’t always off-limits.
I didn’t recall ever touching any of my brothers’ wives’ tits before. We hugged, sure. But that was as far as touching went except for maybe a poke of cleavage every once in a while. Here, I’d full on fondled Samara just like I was one of the family.
I shrugged it off and took a bigger sip of wine because my stomach hadn’t stopped growling since the moment I walked in, and I was starving.
When driving through the Everglades, there wasn’t a place to stop for a meal unless you wanted Willy’s roadside shack that sold pieces of alligator which he’d kept stored in his cooler since the last hunting season. No fucking thank you. I didn’t care how many times someone told me it tasted like chicken, that was a bullshit lie. The only thing that tasted like chicken was actually chicken. Alligator was a bit more rubbery and left a funk in my mouth that lasted too long and didn’t wash away even with the strongest liquor.
“So, Izzy. How long are you two staying?” Che asked.
I was just about to answer when James sauntered into the room, rescuing me from the question. “Just a few days,” he told Che.
“Damn. I was hoping we could hang out like old times.” Che punched James’s shoulder, barely moving him. “You look like you need to unwind a little.”
“We might be free tomorrow,” James said and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, mimicking Che with Samara.
“Yeah.” I wanted to spend an evening with Samara and Che, my two most favorite people in his family, next to his parents, of course.
“We’ll make time for you, cousin.”
The doorbell rang again, and it sounded like a stampede was happening in the foyer as the house filled with cousins, aunts and uncles, and other assorted family members.
I heard my name being called like I was a rock star about to take the stage. A girl like me could get used to this kind of love. Not that I was an attention whore, but it was good to feel welcomed by his family just as much as mine welcomed him.
The Caldos would always be my family. No matter what, they were my peeps just as much as they were James’s.
I ate it up.
Soaked in their love, I reveled in it all until it was almost time to get down to business. I was stuffed to the gills with so much Cuban food I didn’t know how I’d fit into the tiny outfit I knew James was going to make me wear. I wondered how the night would end.
To be honest, I looked forward to a little excitement with a dash of danger and couldn’t wait to see what kind of trouble James and I would get into.
James
“Remember your training and what I told you.”
It had been so long since we’d been to a club that I wanted to cover all the rules and regulations with her before we entered. I couldn’t have anything go wrong, or we’d be in a world of trouble.
The Doms here didn’t play.
This was their life, and many of them lived the lifestyle 24/7. They’d probably have a coronary if they knew I gave my wife free rein over everything in her life and only played from time to time because of our kids.
I’d dressed Izzy before we left, taking my time to make sure her outfit and makeup were perfect. The slinky black miniskirt covered just enough of her body but gave a hint of ass without revealing too much to be acceptable at Taboo. The bustier she wore pushed her tits up nicely, but it hid her nipples well. The collar around her neck was freshly polished and glittered in the overhead lights of the parking lot as she walked next to me, staring at the ground.
I pushed her against the building and slid my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. “This is mine, and no one else will see it or touch it. Understand?” I murmured against her lips as I cupped her mound, pressing her back into the brick wall.
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled and bit down on her lip, taunting me.
“I need you to listen tonight and pay attention to your surroundings for any information about Matías.”
She nodded quickly and glanced down at the ground when she remembered her place, in case someone was watching. “Yes, Sir.”
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her calling me Sir made me hard as fucking granite. It was a high when a woman surrendered herself fully, but hearing the words come from Izzy’s mouth meant more because she didn’t easily hand over the reins of power.
“Good, girl.” I yanked the chain, pulling her lips to mine and crashing my mouth over hers. I dipped my fingers inside her panties, finding her wet and ready.
She loved the power exchange. It turned her on and always had. I remembered the first time I ever took her to a club after we’d played at the house; she’d nearly lost her mind with lust. I’d never heard Izzy beg before, but I could still hear her sweet moans of pleasure to this day.
I rubbed my finger over her clit, pushing her legs apart with my arm. “You want to come, doll?” I asked, but I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured against my lips and blew out a shaky breath as I plunged my fingers back inside of her.
My thumb grazed her clit, and her head tipped back, exposing her neck as I slid my fingers in and out of her without remorse. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Please,” she begged as her pussy clamped down on my fingers, sucking them deeper.
She licked her lips, just as turned on by the idea as I was.
God, I missed this.
I missed us.
The way we used to be before shit got so complicated. I needed to change that and bring us back to our center, keeping our relationship rock-solid and worshiping my wife the way she deserved.
“Later, if you’ve been a good girl—” I smiled against her skin, licking a trail up to her ear “—I’ll let you come.” I pulled my hand from under her skirt, licking her wetness from my fingers and groaning as her taste exploded across my tongue. Tonight would test my restraint just as much as it would test her ability to submit.
Izzy didn’t speak, just stared down at the ground with a hint of a smile on her lips. Wrapping the chain around my hand, I pulled her forward and toward the door. Her Jimmy Choo heels clicked against the cement with every step as she kept pace with me.
A small part of me regretted not being able to walk inside the club with my wife tucked under my arm. Although I was a Dom and there was no denying that, I was a man in love, and I was proud of the feisty little Italian spitfire I called mine.
The lobby of Taboo hadn’t changed much, with its dark walls, faint sound of music, and the smell of sex. A man, one I knew well, stood behind the waist-high desk, flipping through a book. He looked up as soon as the door closed behind us.
“James?” Hagan narrowed his eyes. “Is that you?”
“It is,” I said, stepping forward to shake his hand. “Good to see you, Hagan.”
He looked exactly the same as he had the last time I saw him, almost twenty years ago. The only thing different was the amount of gray that framed his face and a few lines around his eyes.
“I didn’t know you were coming back.” He smiled, shaking my hand and almost breaking my fingers in his vise-like grip.
Hagan was one of the oldest and most establ
ished Masters at Taboo. He was also a sadistic motherfucker who liked to toy with his submissives and push them right up to their breaking point. But that never stopped them from lining up to feel the lash of his whip. They begged him for his brand of punishment, craving the pain he’d inflict. I’d never fucking understood it.
I could never be like him. I wasn’t into the pain. I never got off on hurting others, even if the goal was to bring pleasure for all parties involved. Thank God pain wasn’t Izzy’s thing. I couldn’t deal with hurting her even in the act of sex.
Deprivation was an entirely different matter.
That was my thing.
I enjoyed bringing her right to the edge of orgasm and ripping it away. Then doing it all over again. She liked it too. Sure, she whined and begged, but she always asked for more.
“Just for a night. I was in town and wanted to play with my girl, so I figured I’d come here.”
His eyes drifted to Izzy, slowly raking up her body. “You always picked the lookers.”
I cringed, because I knew Izzy was going to chew my ear off later for that comment. She’d grill me about the “lookers” and exactly how many there must have been for it to leave a lasting impression on Hagan.
“Hagan, she’s my wife,” I warned.
“Ah.” His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. “I need to get a better look.” The dirty old bastard rounded the desk and stopped next to me, clasping a hand on my shoulder while he looked down at Izzy. “May I?” he asked, needing permission to speak to her, and I nodded.
Izzy hadn’t looked up, but the corner of her jaw ticked, probably still mulling over the comment about women I’d been with before I met her. Even when she was angry, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world, and I rethought my genius idea of bringing her here.
“It’s nice to meet you, pet,” Hagan said.
“Eyes, doll.”
