One Night Can Change Everything
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author's note: since it's Roman's birthday week, I figured I'd post two chapters!
Afternoon sun shone through the sheer curtains of Lucy’s bedroom as Roman listened to her gentle breathing. She was asleep with her head pillowed on his chest, her hair splayed over the arm he had resting around her waist.
They’d gone for a second round only minutes after the first, and after watching her fall apart beneath him with one of her ankles hooked over his shoulder, he’d nearly broken her headboard with a final, powerful thrust as he came. He’d listened to her heartbeat gradually returning back to normal as he caught his breath, enjoying the feel of her fingers lazily scratching at his scalp as he rested his head on her stomach, admiring the sleepy, blissed out expression on her face.
After running a soft washcloth over her, paying special attention to every dip and curve, and making sure they both were hydrated, he’d gathered her back into her arms, where she promptly fell asleep. He wasn’t tired enough to nap, but he was more than content to hold her as she did.
He looked down at her sleeping form, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he took in just how peaceful she looked. Being careful not to wake her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
How could anyone do anything but love this woman? he thought ruefully.
Though he was partially still floating on cloud nine now that they’d finally exchanged those three powerful, life altering words, he couldn’t stop thinking back to things she’d shared about her ex, and her parents. Amidst the elation and overwhelming sense of happiness, he was fuming.
While he and Sika butted heads constantly, he’d never once doubted that, at the end of the day, his parents would have his back. He couldn’t begin to imagine how it would feel to have them or anyone else holding mistakes that had happened years ago against him- especially if those mistakes weren’t entirely his fault.. And while he could see where her parents' concerns were coming from, he hated being lumped in with a guy like that- not to mention being weaponized as a reason for them to tear Lucy down.
He’d have to keep himself in check when it came time to meet them, the thought of which reminded him that he still had to tell her about the New Years Eve party. After everything she’d been through on Christmas, he felt almost guilty asking her to endure the potential of even more family theatrics- a feeling that was at war with the fact that he wanted her there by his side.
Lucy shifted slightly, and for a moment he thought she was awake, but her eyes remained closed as she stilled again. He breathed out silently through his nose, relieved- she needed the rest, and he was appreciative of more time to process. He couldn’t shake the haunted look in her eyes from his mind. Ever so gently, he tightened his hold around her.
He’d give anything to take the burden of the past off her shoulders; would do whatever she asked of him to erase the pain. That was the part he was struggling with the most- knowing that no matter how much he stood by her, listened to her, held her, loved her, he could never undo what’s already been done. The helplessness sat like a rock in his stomach.
The sound of a scraping paw against the wooden footboard interrupted his ruminations, and he opened his eyes to see a hopeful Skipper wagging her bushy tail. Her brown eyes focused on him as she gave a soft bark when he didn’t move right away.
“What’s up? You need to go out?” he asked in a hushed tone with a soft chuckle.
An excited wiggle told him he was on the right track, and he carefully withdrew his arm, letting Lucy slide down gently as he did his best not to wake her. When she didn’t stir, he set to find his clothes, spotting his red track pants haphazardly tossed on her reading chair.
“Mmm, where are you going, Ro?” he heard from behind him just as he was pulling his hoodie over his head.
“I think Skipper needs to do her business,” he said, turning to face her with a nod to the excited pup dancing around his feet.
“Oh,” Lucy said, a note of surprise in her drowsy tone, “you don’t have to do that. I’ll take her.”
She let out a yawn, sweeping her hair to one side as she moved to get out of bed. Making short work of the distance, Roman met her around her side of the bed, halting her with a hand on her waist.
“Not a chance, baby,” he said, gently easing her to sit back down, “I’ve got it. Why don’t you get a little more sleep?”
She met his gaze, her emerald eyes looking a bit more clear, but still red around the rim. The nap had done her some good, but that pressing exhaustion still lingered- he could see it; he could feel it; and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do this one simple thing for her.
“Really, she doesn’t take long, we’ll just be a few minutes,” she protested.
He shook his head firmly, earning him an eye roll, though the hint of a smile on her lips told him he’d snagged a small victory.
“Exactly,” he said, slightly smug, “it’ll only take a few minutes- you won’t even notice we’re gone.”
“You’re too good to me,” she said with a sigh, sliding back under the covers, her eyes aglow.
Even when she was entirely worn out, for wonderful and awful reasons alike, she was still so beautiful as she looked at him like he personally hung the stars.
“You better get used to it,” he said with a wink, patting his thigh for Skipper to follow him.
The pup bounded down the hallway, wagging her tail happily as he clipped on her leash and led her out the front door and down the steps. He’d accompanied her and Lucy on enough walks to know her favorite spots, so he led her across the parking lot onto the little walking trail. She sniffed around a little, halfheartedly chasing after a squirrel before she did what they came out for and Roman was turning them back home.
He checked her water bowl as soon as they were inside, topping it off before ruffling Skipper’s fur and heading back to the bedroom. To his surprise Lucy was not asleep, but sitting up, greeting him with a small grin, the sheets draped across her lap.
“Was she well behaved?” she asked as he slid in beside her.
“She was perfect,” he said with a nod, tapping her arm with his elbow, “just like her mom.”
Lucy’s smile grew and she leaned her face into his arm, pressing a kiss to his bicep.
“Not tired anymore?” he asked, resting his hand on her thigh.
She raised her head, shrugging her shoulders.
“Not really, I guess,” she said with a sigh, “I don’t know, I couldn’t fall back asleep.”
He hummed his understanding as she confirmed his suspicions.
They were quiet for a few minutes, seemingly both lost in thought when Lucy broke the silence.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” she said, turning on her side to face him, “and I wanted to apologize, again, for saying everything was fine the other night when it clearly wasn’t.”
“That’s okay, baby,” he said, rolling over to mirror her, “I get why you didn’t really feel like talking about it.”
“Yeah, I know, but,” she said, biting her lip before continuing, “we did promise to be honest with each other, and I hate that I broke my word. I think that…” she trailed off, wrapping a curl around her finger, clearly nervous.
“What is it?” he asked, running his thumb over her soft skin, growing concerned, “whatever it is, we’ll work it out.”
Her eyes met his, shining fiercely green, “I think you should punish me.”
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that.
“What?” he asked dumbly, buying himself a moment to wrap his mind around what she just said.
“Roman,” she said, almost pleading, “I want you to punish me.”
He studied her for a moment- the weary look in her eyes, the slight crinkle between her eyebrows, a tension in her shoulders. She swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, the corners of her mouth curving downward, and it all clicked into place.
She was asking him for a release; an escape; a way to work through the turmoil churning in her mind.
He hesitated another moment before answering, realizing that he wasn’t exactly sure what he was agreeing to, but he pushed past his uncertainty- he was determined to give her whatever she needed.
“Ok,” he said, tone low and soft, reassuring, as he nodded slowly.
She slid her hand over his, tightening her fingers in a silent “thank you,” as she released a long, deep breath.
He was about to ask if she had anything in particular in mind when he remembered something he’d stumbled across online about a month ago.
He'd been unable to sleep in his hotel between shows due to a nasty shoulder cramp, and it was late on a work night, so he hadn’t wanted to bother Lucy- though she had sent him a picture earlier in the evening that had made him want to book a direct flight home.
‘Wish you were here ;)’ was the message, accompanying the picture of her on her knees in front of her full-length mirror, wearing only a knowing smile.
She was angled to the side, giving him a small peak at her ass behind her spread legs. His eyes drifted to her pussy, just visible between her thighs, trailing up to her full breasts, her nipples pointed and just begging to be pinched between his teeth.
As he’d laid awake in bed, he’d palmed himself over his boxers, opening the picture once more, his eyes slowly running over her before he closed his eyes to imagine her on his knees in front of him.
His mind drifted to having her in just such a position in the middle of the ring in England, her arms bound above her head in the corner. Remembering how sexy she’d been in just that simple rope tie, he wondered how she’d look in something a little more intricate. Shifting his focus from his quickly hardening dick, he’d typed in a few different keywords, quickly finding what he was looking for.
There were pictures of men and women alike in multicolor ropes in every conceivable pattern, which led him to tutorials and tips for beginners. In the sidebar of one the pages was a link to a different but equally interesting site that he’d perused before bookmarking to revisit when he and Lucy had some extended time together.
Today, it seemed, was going to be the day.
“Do you have a printer?” he asked, unsurprised at the confused expression that appeared on her face.
“I…yes…” she said, her voice pitching up like a question, searching his eyes for an explanation.
“Great,” he said with a small chuckle, giving nothing away, “can I borrow your laptop to print something out?”
“Sure,” she said, no less bewildered.
A few minutes later he had two thin stacks of paper, and he handed one to Lucy, keeping the other for himself.
She flipped through the pages, giving each one a quick once-over before she looked up at him.
“This,” she asked, tone skeptical, pointing at the lengthy questionnaire in front of her, “is what we’re doing? Filling out paperwork?”
“Hey, it’s a punishment,” Roman reminded, giving her a half smirk, “I don’t think it’s supposed to be fun.”
He continued with an easy laugh as she made a pained face.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get my hands on you,” he said, running his tongue along his bottom lip, “among other things - but I do think we should go over this stuff first. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, actually.”
Listed out in front of them both was a series of nearly every aspect of kink you could fit into a form - from aftercare preferences and pet names to blindfolds and knife play, and an entire section dedicated to desired emotional outcomes and explorations.
“Of course, there are a few things I already know you like…”
He slid his hand over her chest, running his index finger tantalizingly up her sternum before curling his grip around her throat. Her eyes fluttered closed as he tightened his fingers, giving her a modicum of pressure on her steadily beating pulse points.
“And others that I have a feeling about…” he rumbled, releasing her neck to slide his hand into her hair, tugging at the root to firmly but gently pull her head to the side. She released a small moan, and though she couldn’t see it, he gave her a pleased smile.
“Mmm,” he said, pressing an open mouth kiss to her exposed throat, still holding her silky curls tightly in his fist, “I thought so.”
He abruptly released her, sitting up and earning a small pout in response as well as a huff of protest.
“And don’t act like you don’t love it when I make you wait before giving you exactly what you want,” he said, raising an eyebrow as her cheeks colored.
She opened her mouth before closing it again, conceding with a silent grin before looking down at the papers that had fallen into her lap.
“OK,” she said, standing up and opening a small box from the nightstand next to her, pulling out highlighters in an array of colors, as well as purple and blue gel pens, handing the blue to him, “if we’re going to do this, let’s do it right.”
Roman smiled and took the offered pen, selecting a green highlighter when she presented his choices. They agreed to highlight any known favorites or enthusiastic interests, and Lucy insisted on printing out a third form after they were finished to combine both of their answers into a master sheet.
Before long they were both engrossed in their task. He stole a glance at Lucy as she worked, nibbling at the end of her pen as she seemed to be considering something, before ultimately nodding to herself and making a note.
She let out the occasional remark,
as she marked up her sheet.
He turned his focus back to his own answers, working diligently to keep from getting too distracted as imagined them exploring several of the listed activities.
“How do you feel about honorifics?” she piped up, breaking his train of thought.
“Honorifics?” he asked, flicking his eyes over the columns of acts and categories, searching for the word in question.
“Like, something for me to call you,” she explained, “or nicknames in general?”
He contemplated that for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest as he ran over a few ideas. Not coming up with anything immediately, he decided that he was more curious to hear her thoughts.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“Well,” she said, setting down her pen, arching an eyebrow with a grin, “‘Sir’ has already proven to be quite popular.”
“Mhmm,” he agreed emphatically, noting the way her eyes lit up when she said it.
“Anything else you’d like to be called?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
An obvious possibility immediately came to mind.
“What, like ‘daddy’ you mean?” he asked, carefully keeping his tone neutral.
“Maybe,” she said nonchalantly, emphasizing it with a shrug, “if that’s something you’d want.”
She didn’t seem particularly emphatic, so he mirrored her shrug with his own.
“Not really my thing,” he said, “ ‘Sir’ is good- more than good,” Lucy chuckled in response, “but baby, I think my favorite is still just hearing you scream my name.”
She nibbled on the corner of her lip, giving him a heated look.
His resolve was quickly deteriorating, especially with her looking ridiculously tempting in nothing but a blush colored robe tied at the waist and a pair of black panties that did little to conceal anything. But he was determined to talk first, and decimate her bedroom later.
“How about you?” he asked, setting his pen down and twisting his body to face her more completely.
“I do really like when you call me ‘doll,’” she said with a fond smile, “and everything else you say- sweetheart, baby, all the classics.”
She paused, and Roman waited patiently, watching her slide the lavender pendant around her neck back and forth on its chain, her expression apprehensive.
“I don’t think I’m into degrading, per se, but maybe something like…” she ran a hand up his thigh, following it with her eyes before looking up at him through her lashes, “‘I want to be a good little whore for you,’” she said, her voice a seductive purr, “stuff like that could be fun.”
He swallowed thickly, his skin buzzing under the soft touch of her fingertips, debating whether or not it was possible to actually be able to feel your brain short circuiting.
“Mmmm,” he grunted out, temporarily at a loss for words as her hands found his stomach, his cock beginning to stir.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” she asked, her tone low and teasing now, “want me to be your whore? A sweet little slut, just for you?”
“Fuck, baby,” he breathed as both her hands now slipped beneath his shirt, inching their way up to his chest, her eyes never leaving his.
“You can say it, too,” she said, rising up so their faces were mere inches apart now, a devilish grin on her face, “if you want to.”
He palmed the back of her head, closing the distance between them with a rough searing kiss. Lucy let out a small, high pitched groan into his mouth as their tongues slid against one another. When she bit lightly on his bottom lip, Roman felt his erection growing, and reached down to hold both of her wrists in place with one hand, stopping them in their path around his neck. He placed a peck on her lips before tilting his head back to meet her eyes.
“While that was very tempting,” he said, hearing the roughness in his voice and using every ounce of willpower to resist the feral look in her eye, “distracting me is not going to get us to the main event any quicker. And besides, good little whores do exactly as they're told, don’t they?”
Lucy groaned quietly at his words, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment, visibly fighting the urge to throw herself at him. He was impressed by the restraint, unsure that he’d be able to hold back if she pushed much further.
Instead she let out a dramatic exhale, followed by a small laugh, clearly not too upset that he had seen right through her.
She flopped onto her side next to him, reaching for her water to take a long sip before returning to her former seated position, twisting her hair up at the top of her head. She retrieved her glasses from the nightstand, sliding them on as one errant curl fell from the bun, cascading gently down the right side of her face.
Once again, she was a painting, come to life. A living, breathing work of art laying right beside him.
“Hey,” he said softly, nudging her foot with his own underneath the soft blanket.
“Yeah?” she answered with a curious expression.
“I love you,” he stated simply, feeling a tug in his stomach at the words, still not adjusted to being able to utter them freely.
Her bright smile spoke for itself, answering him without a single syllable. She tugged him in for another passionate kiss, more tender than the previous one had been, resting a hand on his bicep, the other around the back of his neck.
“I love you, too,” she responded softly, brushing a strand of hair out his face.
She stared deeply into his eyes, the heat not quite fizzled from her gaze. His eyes darkened, issuing a silent warning.
“Ok, ok,” she acquiesced, pulling her stack of papers onto her lap, “back to work.”
Roughly an hour of hands-on discussions, google searches, and a fresh pot of coffee finally resulted in two completed questionnaires.
Taking both forms in his hands, Roman looked them over, mulling over a few different scenarios before finally settling on a course of action.
He took another minute to gather himself, getting his mind focused as he slowly slipped into the right mindset. Rolling his neck from side to side, eyes closed, he tried to feel out the balance between “The Big Dog” and himself to find the perfect middleground.
He took a steadying breath, shoving any nerves aside.
Channeling his ring persona’s confidence, borderline arrogance, he allowed it to breach the surface as he stood and set the stack of papers on Lucy’s reading chair. Spinning on his heel, he turned to face the bed, where she was looking up at him expectantly.
Her body remained still, as though she was at least trying to wait patiently, but the expression on her face betrayed her excitement. He suppressed an amused grin, focusing intently on the task at hand.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he nodded at the floor in front of him.
“Kneel,” he stated, a firm command.
The word was barely out of his mouth when she complied, standing from the bed only to drop to her knees in front of him. Without any instruction she tucked her arms behind her back, legs spread as she stared up at him with wide eyes.
Keeping his jaw set and his eyes dark, he took a step forward, running his hand over her hair as a show of unspoken praise.
She’s going to go down so easily, he mused affectionately, my beautiful, eager girl.
He held her gaze for a moment, standing perfectly still, letting the anticipation build.
“We’re going to start simple,” he said, breaking the thick silence as he took another step forward, “I want you to undress me.”
Sitting up on her knees, Lucy’s hands found his waistband and tugged down his pants. He didn’t miss the way her eyes stayed fixed on his bulge for a few extra seconds as she slid the fabric down. He stepped out of the legs and kicked them to the side, pulling his shirt over his head as she relieved him of his boxer briefs.
Leaving the underwear to rest at his ankles, she slid her hands over his calves and up to his hips, letting her hands brush over his abs for only a moment before working her way back down. A rush of blood went straight to his groin from her handling, and her mouth curved into the tiniest of grins as she slid her nails down his thighs, just soft enough to make him tingle.
He cleared his throat, loudly.
“Hands off,” he said from deep in his chest, paired with a piercing look - a clear warning.
Obeying quickly, Lucy returned to her initial position, this time with her eyes cast downward.
Well, that simply won’t do, he thought.
He placed a finger under her chin, tilting it up until her eyes met his.
“Eyes on me always, unless I say otherwise,” he said, voice still gruff, but the harsh edge was gone.
“Yes, sir,” she agreed, bright and alert.
“Good girl,” he said, pleased at the way her spine instantly straightened at the words, “now, on your feet- go stand in front of the mirror.”
He pointed to the full length mirror that hung on the back of her closet door, watching as she stood and did as instructed, following her as she did.
He stood behind her, towering over her much shorter frame. Her hands rested at her sides, her chest rising and falling as her breath shortened, her gaze fixed on him as she awaited his next move. His smoldering eyes met hers in the reflection, and her plush lips parted as an exhale of desire and impatience and want escaped her.
“Take off those clothes for me, baby,” he instructed, “slowly- take your time. And remember- eyes on me.”
Matching his intensity with a bold stare of her own, her hands slid to the bow that rested just below her spilling cleavage. After deftly untying the knot, she let the tie drop as she trailed the tips of her fingers over her chest, curling her fingers around the silky fabric. She pulled it down over her shoulders and let the robe glide down her arms and over her fingers before it finally fell to the ground.
Roman let his eyes dance over her nearly naked form, giving her a rumbling noise of approval before raising a single eyebrow, returning his gaze to hers.
“Did I say you could stop?” he asked, a silent threat in his tone.
“No, sir,” she answered breathily as instantly she hooked her thumbs into the lace at her hips.
She managed to maintain eye contact as she slid the panties all the way down her shapely legs. When she returned to her full height, he took a second to assess her.
While she was still hanging on to his every word, clearly aiming to exceed expectations, her body language was calmer, and far more fluid than it had been mere minutes ago.
Seeing Lucy so settled into the scene gave him a boost of reassurance he hadn’t realized he needed. He took another moment, letting himself bask in her trust and confidence before he pushed forward.
“Such a pretty little slut,” he murmured with a smirk, testing the word on his tongue.
Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly, her mouth curving upwards as she quietly gasped, the sound making his cock stir.
She was so responsive, and he couldn’t get enough, his brain spinning at the feeling.
He took her hand in his, sliding it over to rest on her stomach.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his deep voice husky, “get her all warmed up for me.”
He was aching to take care of her himself, craving the feel of her silken body, the intoxicating taste of her essence. Ignoring his primal urge to bury his face between her legs and feast, he instead watched as she brought her fingers to her pussy.
Spreading her perfectly pink lips, her index and middle fingers found her clit, massaging it back and forth. Lucy moaned softly as she flicked herself, her eyes glazing over, lids threatening to close.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his eyes transfixed on the movements of her fingers, “such a good girl- getting ready to take all of me.”
“Fuck,” she responded in between panting breaths.
He could see her wetness shimmering on her inner thighs now, catching the light as she worked herself over. Her stomach visibly tightened as another, more high pitched moan escaped her.
“Stop,” he ordered, raising his voice to ensure he broke through her haze.
Pushing a deep breath through her nose, her hand froze, falling back to her side.
The eyes that were clouded over with lust only seconds ago now practically glared at him.
He gave her an arrogant chuckle, his mouth split into a wide grin for good measure before he sauntered over to the bed.
“Ok,” he said, settling his back against her headboard, lazily stroking his thickening cock, “now get over here and straddle my lap, with your back facing me.”
“Yes, sir,” she said immediately, relief evident in her voice as she turned away from the mirror and climbed gracefully onto the bed.
Here goes nothing, he thought.
Her full, gorgeous ass came into view as she got into position, and he gave it a firm squeeze.
His other hand slid over her hip as she hovered over him, her intense breathing evidence of her impatience.
He slid the hand on her ass over to her soaked pussy, moving tantalizingly slow, delighting in the shake of her thighs.
As his fingertip reached her clit, she laid her head back on his shoulder, he curls draping across his chest as she waited- anticipated.
He stroked her softly, slowly, and her chest bounced with a sharp intake of breath.
“Take me in, doll,” he said, thrusting his hips up to touch the tip to her wet cunt.
She let out a groan as she lowered herself, and Roman gave a low, pleased rumble from his chest as he slid into her tight, wet heat, and his fingers tightened on her hip when he was fully seated inside of her.
She flexed her thighs as if to start riding him, but his hand on her hip held her still.
“You’re doing so great for me,” he said truthfully, “and I know you’re going to keep doing exactly what I say, aren’t you?”
She nodded, her fingers curling restlessly where they sat on her thighs.
“I need words, Lucy,” he said firmly.
“Yes,” she breathed out, before adding, “yes, Sir.”
“Better,” he said, pressing lips to her cheek, “this should be easy. All you have to do now is stay still- exactly like this. No grinding or bouncing or anything- got that?” he asked.
He caressed her stomach, sliding over the soft flesh as he waited for her answer.
“Umm…ok…” she said, sounding surprised but not opposed.
He gave her a moment, listening for a yellow or red before he continued.
“Just sit back and relax,” he said, giving her hip a gentle squeeze, “that’s all you gotta do.”
For the next several minutes, things were calm and quiet. Tranquil, even.
He could hear the occasional bird chirping outside; the hum of the heat when it clicked on; the ticking of one of her antique locks; both of their gentle breathing. He shifted his weight and felt Lucy’s core tighten around him briefly, but otherwise she stayed perfectly still, just as he’d asked her to.
Her body relaxed after nearly half an hour, but he could tell she hadn’t fallen asleep. She was alert and poised to do anything he said, though he could sense the tension slowly uncoiling in her body.
He bent his head down and gently pushed her forward, just enough to give himself room to press a kiss at the base of her neck. She gasped softly at the change in angle, and he felt goosebumps forming on her skin as he placed featherlight kisses down her spine. She was forced to bend further at the waist as he inched his way down, occasionally dragging his tongue across her smooth skin. A sharp breath in sync with the flutter of her walls told him that she was at just the right angle now, and he pushed in just enough to nudge at her g spot.
Lucy let her head fall forward, her hands braced tightly on her thighs, and Roman saw her resolve crumbling just before he felt it. She swirled her hips, creating a heavenly friction that had him seconds away from throwing the whole scene out the window.
Instead, he raised his hand and laid a hard smack against her plush left cheek.
“None of that,” he admonished, laying a matching smack against her right cheek when she didn’t immediately stop. He gave her a couple more spanks, alternating sides, raised his hand again when she let out a drawn out, frustrated groan, stilling her hips.
He made a tutting sound, letting his fingers drift over the pink skin where his hands had been.
“Color, doll?” he asked softly, though the pooling wetness between her legs gave him a pretty good idea.
“Green, sir,” she said, almost panting.
Satisfied with that answer, he gathered her arms behind her back, securing her wrists with one hand. He admired the way her full tits sat as they were thrust forward in this position, as well her loose curls as they cascaded down her back.
He bent his head at the neck, softly inhaling the familiar scent of lavender shampoo and leave- in conditioner - the same one she’d snuck a travel-sized bottle of into his luggage on his last leg of travel before Christmas.
Once she’d been still again for about ten minutes or so, Roman released his hold on her wrists, bringing her hands around her front to rest on her thighs. Her breathing remained even, her body malleable as she let him control her movements.
Slowly, he ran his hands all over her, anywhere he could reach, avoiding the sensitive areas that would get her too worked up- for now. He slid hands just below her breasts, over her ribcage and down into the dip of her waist. His right palm slid down her side while his left grazed the backs of her fingers before sliding up her arm to her shoulder.
“So good for me, baby,” he murmured, “you’re always so good.”
She released a pleased noise, leaning back into him ever so slightly. He decided to allow it, given how new this was to both of them, and how well she was handling everything so far.
“I want you to listen very carefully now,” he said, continuing his exploratory touches, “and to stay quiet unless I ask you a question. And when I ask, I only want to hear ‘yes,' or ‘no,’ from you- understood?”
“Yes,” she whispered, as her body tensed briefly against him.
“Color, baby?” he asked, double checking before they went any further.
“Green,” she answered confidently.
He patted her hip in response, placing a kiss on her temple.
“In the short time that I have known you,” he began, “you have shown me more love than any person I have ever been with. Even though we just spoke the words this morning, I’ve felt it from you and for you since the beginning.”
Lucy took a deep inhale as he spoke, and he grunted as he felt her involuntarily squeeze where they were joined.
“You are a breathtakingly gorgeous, kind, thoughtful woman,” he continued, “and I hate that there have been people in your life that made you feel small.”
He covered her right hand with his own, lacing their fingers together.
“Do you trust me, baby?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice quiet.
“Then you have to believe me when I say that I will never hold your past against you,” he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest and holding her there, “because I don’t know who you were back then, but the woman you are now has got my heart in an iron grip.”
He felt her thighs tremble slightly on top of his, and he suspected it wasn’t only from the position he held her in.
“Feel my arms around you?” he asked, flexing his muscles for emphasis.
“Yes,” Lucy said, draping her arm over his.
“That’s right,” he said, “I’ve got you. I’m beside you, and that’s where I’m going to stay. Send an entire army after me, I don’t care- there’s no way I’m letting you go.”
Her breath had become more labored the more he spoke, and her heart was beating quickly.
“I don’t like that you lied about having a bad day with your parents. I understand why you did, but I need you to tell me these things. Ok?” he asked, feeling an ache as the statement left his mouth.
“Yes,” she agreed shakily.
“You promise?” he asked in a warning tone.
“Yes,” she said, barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Roman felt a slight tug in his chest, but still he swatted her thigh- softer than the previous spanks, but hard enough to make a sound- erring on the side of a gentle warning.
“Yes or no answers only,” he reminded sternly, “and you don’t need to apologize, because you’re already forgiven.”
She exhaled shakily, and he gave her hand a squeeze before releasing her fingers. He moved his hand in between her legs, dragging his thumb over her clit, tightening the arm still holding her at the waist when she gasped.
“Remember, stay completely still,” he said.
He flicked at her clit again, delighting in the feeling of her pussy gripping his cock, the heat around him growing wetter. She let out a lusty whimper and he stopped immediately, cupping her with his hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked darkly.
“No,” she breathed out in a needy plea.
“Then you better keep that pretty mouth closed,” he warned.
Lucy’s brows furrowed in determination, and after making her wait for another torturous minute or so, he moved his thumb against her once more. Once again, her pussy gripped him deliciously, and he released a moan as he ran his index finger through her slick folds.
“God you feel amazing,” he said, increasing the pace of his flicking, sliding the hand on her waist up to grab her full breast, filling his palm and capturing her pert nipple between his fingers.
“Every single part of you is beautiful,” he continued, massaging her breast before moving to the other, kissing the sensitive skin of her neck. As he licked and kissed and sucked hard enough to leave a mark, he continued working her clit with one hand while alternating between breasts with the other.
Lucy was practically vibrating beneath him, her breaths becoming shorter as he pushed her closer to the edge, taking care to go just easily enough that she wouldn’t quite reach her peak. He was aching to fuck up into her and make them both see stars, but he stayed the course, persisting with his ministrations.
“From this tight, perfect pussy,” he said, running his finger around the base of cock, where she was stretched around him, making her breath stutter, “to your gorgeously round hips,” gently giving her a single thrust, pushing himself impossibly deeper, “those thighs that I love having wrapped around my face,” he pinched and tugged at the nipple on her right breast, “your shining brown curls, your bright green eyes,” he released her breast to gently cup her jaw, turning her head to face him, her eyes fluttering open to meet his with a lovestruck, fucked out gaze, “and you know much I adore these lips,” he finished quietly before drawing her in for an intense, dizzying kiss.
He groaned into her mouth as their lips met, his heart hammering in his chest. Having her laid out on top of him, surrendered to him completely gave him a whole new sense of fullness; a feeling of pride in her all encompassing vulnerability. As they kissed with fervor, he held her cheek gently, nuzzling his nose against hers, silently channeling every thought and emotion that was coursing through him.
Her walls were fluttering, squeezing him tighter, and her body tensed, but Lucy didn’t move an inch. He increased the pressure of his thumb, keeping the speed steady as he broke away from the kiss.
“You’re incredible, doll,” he said, sincerely impressed at her self control, “doing everything I asked of you so well.”
A smile lit up her face as her eyes closed again, the challenge to remain still growing more and more apparent.
“I think you deserve a reward for being so good, don’t you?” he asked, relishing how she was simply dripping now, her wetness soaking his thighs.
“Yes,” she answered desperately.
“You gonna scream my name when you get there?” he said, slowly thrusting up into her.
“You can move, now, baby,” he said, moaning as he finally began to fuck her in earnest, “give me everything you got.”
“Oh, yes, fuck,” she groaned, wasting no time in bouncing on him as his cock split her open, her ass rising and falling as she bent forward, gripping his thighs as she rode him.
Sweat rolled down his chest as he finally let loose, his mind spinning as he got lost in the feeling of pure nirvana.
Her tight heat slid up and down his shaft, and their grunts and moans were accompanied only by the sound of skin slapping skin as they both hit their stride. Before much longer, Lucy began riding him faster, her groans pitching higher and higher by the second.
“That’s right,” Roman encouraged with a grunt, grabbing her hip and pounding his cock into her, ignoring the growing burn in his thighs, “come for me, baby.”
“Fuck fuck fuck, Roman, fuck,” she wailed, throwing her head back, her movements erratic as she finished. He didn’t let up, his thumb still working on her clit as her thighs shook, his name on her lips until her moans quieted.
Eager for his own release, he pushed her forward, shifting both of them until Lucy was on her hands and knees in front of him.
With the sound of his name still ringing in his ears, he let a possessive surge take over as he looked at her bent over, willing and eager, watching his cock as it disappeared into her over and over again.
“I’m going to come deep inside you,” he said, shoving his sweaty curls back from his face, his hips moving at an animalistic pace now, “mine,” he growled, encouraged by the moan that escaped her as he drove into her.
He pulled her up to her knees, holding her firmly against his chest as he barreled towards his orgasm, his hand wrapped around her throat.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, bass tone low, “like when I stake my claim on you?”
“Yes,” she said, forcing the words out between gasps and groans, her eyes squeezed shut as he continued to fuck her roughly.
“Good,” he grunted out, tightening his grip, “because I plan to keep you.”
Her response was somewhere in between a gasp and a moan, an impassioned sound that filled the entire room. She opened her eyes as she turned her head the best that she could to face him.
“You fucking better,” she breathed, staring so intently into his eyes that he was sure she could see into his soul.
She arched her back and began fucking herself on his cock, even as he still had a hold on her throat. She swirled her hips on each downstroke, and as he matched her energy with a handful of almost brutal thrusts, he tumbled over the edge.
Roman wrapped his arm around her waist, practically caging her against him as he came, filling her to the brink with his load. He rested his head on her shoulder as he rode out his high, his heart beating wildly. Finally he stilled, though he was still breathing heavily as they held onto one another, practically floating, wrapped up in unadulterated bliss and divine exhaustion.
Eventually he laid them down, and Lucy rolled over to burrow her face into his chest, pressing soft kisses into his pecs. He stroked her hair gently as she rubbed his back, her arms wrapped around his waist.
“Thank you,” she breathed out, her spent whisper barely audible, her breath ghosting along his heated skin, “you have no idea…”she trailed off, letting out a stuttered breath, “just- thank you, love.”
His heart pounded, a deep wave of emotion crashing into him and flooding his chest with warmth.
“ ‘Love’ is good,” he murmured in between heavy breaths, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
“What?” she questioned sleepily, slotting her leg between his.
“You asked before, about umm…nicknames,” he clarified, struggling to recall the exact word she’d used in his worn out state, “for times like this- ‘Love’ is…” he cleared his throat, pushing past the nerves that crept up whenever his vulnerability was on display, “you’ve called me that a few times, and umm, yeah. ‘Love’ is…I really like hearing that. All the time, but I think especially right now.”
Lucy slowly opened her eyes, smiling serenely up from where she laid with her head pillowed on his tattooed pec.
“Love,” she repeated softly with a brief nod, a simple confirmation as she gently reached up and cupped his cheek.
He leaned into the tender gesture as it filled him with satisfaction and connection and gratitude, and an overwhelming sense of whole.
She ran her fingers through his beard, her chest still rising and falling from the exertion. Her curls were swept to one side, a tousled, wispy heap that gave her an ethereal glow in the setting sunlight. Her cheeks held a rosy flush, her eyes tired but bright, and as she stretched across the bed, draping herself over his chest, everything about her was soft.
Roman closed his eyes as she breathed out a contented, relaxed sigh. He ran his left hand up and down the curve of her spine, feeling a swell of pride at her languid demeanor.
“Give me just a couple of minutes and I'll get us cleaned up, ok?” he asked.
Lucy let out a disagreeable sound, tightening her arm around him.
“Not yet,” she protested weakly.
“Not yet,” he agreed with an affectionate grin, his tone low and soft, “I'll hold you for as long as you want me to, and then for a few more minutes after that.”
Like, maybe forever, he thought, waking the butterflies in his stomach at the idea.
By the time Roman got up the sun had set, and he covered Lucy with her quilt before heading into the bathroom. He went to grab the usual washcloths from the counter, but spying her bottle of bubble bath and a few scattered candles, he quickly changed course. He turned on the faucet, filling her tub with steamy water and adding what turned out to be vanilla scented bubbles. He lit the candles, flipping off the lights to give the room a dim, romantic air.
Back in the bedroom he found Lucy seated up in bed, her legs curled under her as she drank from a large glass of water, an identical one waiting for him on the nightstand.
“I would've gotten that,” he said, perching himself on the end of the bed and taking a sip.
“I know, Superman,” she said with a smile, “but I like to take care of you too, you know.”
He set his water glass down and bent forward, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Thank you,” he said quietly- two simple words encapsulating an endless list running through his mind.
Thank you for trusting me- with your submission, with your story, with your heart. For showing me every part of you. For loving me, and for letting me love you.
The dreamy look on her face told him she understood everything he was saying, without him having to utter another word.
He emptied his water glass before rounding the bed and scooping her up in his arms in one smooth motion.
“Hey, warn a girl,” she said with a laugh as he headed toward the bathroom with her in his arms.
“Gotta keep you on your toes,” he said with a wink, “or off of them, in this case.”
Lucy shook her head with a chuckle as he lowered her carefully in the tub before climbing in to join her. It was a tight squeeze and a mess of limbs, but after a minute or two of splashing and readjusting, they were snugly fit together with Lucy laying back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist.
The warm water enveloped them both, and Roman couldn’t help but let his eyes rove over Lucy’s slippery skin reflecting the candlelight, the points of her knees and tops of her breasts peeking out just about the bubbles on the surface. She breathed out a contented sound, intertwining their fingers where they rested on her stomach. He closed his eyes, relishing the blissful afterglow.
Lucy hummed softly, a sweet melody that he didn’t recognize, but loved the sound of nonetheless. Hearing the click of a bottle cap he opened his eyes to see Lucy pouring shampoo into her hand before sitting up.
“Here,” she said, easing herself away from him to sit against the other end of the tub, “why don’t you lean against me, baby, so I can wash your hair.”
He was about to protest when he saw the imploring smile on her face. Being careful not to create a flood, he shifted so that his back was to her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing him closer.
“There we go,” she said happily, sliding her fingers into his hair.
He released a contented hum as her nails scratched his scalp, working it into a lather. Once his hair was fully saturated, she gently guided his head back into the water, rinsing it thoroughly before moving onto the conditioner.
“You did perfect in there, love,” she said quietly as her fingers slid through his curls from root to tip, “I didn’t really know what to expect, only that I trusted you completely. And you just made it exactly what I needed.”
Beneath the water, Roman rested his hand on her knee, overcome with gratification.
“You make it easy to treat you right,” he stated honestly.
She tilted his head back to place a brief kiss to his lips.
He gave her a small, smug grin when they broke apart, “see? Aren’t you glad I made us fill out that paperwork now?”
A wide smile crossed her face as she let out a tiny giggle, nodding.
When his hair was clean, she insisted on washing him all over, and Roman delighted in her caressing touch before they switched places, bathing her in the same manner as she had him.
Once they were both clean Lucy freshened the water so it was hot again, and he pulled her into his lap so that she faced him, her arms settling around his neck. Between tender glances and touches and whisper soft kisses, they debriefed the whole scene, detailing their favorite parts and ensuring that neither of them had any lingering concerns or negative reactions.
The water had returned to tepid when they decided to get out, toweling off before slipping into their clothes- a pair of soft black sweatpants for him and one of his old FCW t-shirts for her. Lucy got the fire going in the living room as Roman ordered Chinese food, and they settled into the couch as they awaited their dinner. Once the food arrived they spread the various containers around the kitchen table, deciding to share everything.
As he grabbed a piece of shrimp with a chopstick, Roman snuck a glance at Lucy as she twirled a rice noodle around her fork. She was in much higher spirits than she had been when their day began, and everything about her now radiated a calm energy.
He’d been debating bringing up New Year’s Eve all day. He hadn’t wanted to pile on, but was feeling increasingly anxious about waiting much longer to ask her.
“So,” he began, deciding now was as good a time as any, “there’s no pressure at all, but my parents asked me to invite you to New Year’s Eve at my sister’s place.”
Lucy eyebrows rose in surprise as she stopped mid-bite, holding an egg roll in the air inches from her mouth.
“Really?” she asked, setting the food down, “they want me to come?”
“They do,” he confirmed with a nod, “my mom especially- as you can tell by the endless trays of food, she really wants to meet you.”
She grinned at that, though it didn’t entirely reach her eyes.
“And…your dad?” she asked, sounding skeptical.
“My dad,” he repeated with a sigh, “he said he wants to meet you, too. Now, how much of that is coming from my mom is hard to say,” he said with a wry grin, “but he seems to have come around since the last time we talked about you, and us.”
She nodded wordlessly, her expression thoughtful.
“And what about you?” she asked, her tone noticeably controlled.
The question caught him off guard.
“Me?” he asked, confused.
“I mean, do you want me to go? Or is it more your parents pushing for it?” she explained.
“Oh, baby, no,” he said emphatically, mentally kicking himself for his phrasing, “of course I want you there. I can’t imagine starting off 2014 without you.”
Her face softened and her shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Well, damn, you should have led with that,” she joked, her smile beaming now.
Roman let out a relieved breath, smiling broadly at her.
“So that’s a yes, then?” he asked hopefully.
“It’s a yes,” she confirmed, reaching forward to press her finger against his lips, “that New Year’s kiss is all mine.”
His relief was instantaneous, and their conversation carried on happily as they finished eating.
A few hours later they were wrapped up in a blanket, flipping through the channels for a movie to watch when Roman texted the group chat he had with Jimmy and Jey.
‘Lucy’s coming to NYE at Toni’s. Y’all will be there, right?’ he asked.
It didn’t take long at all for both twins to respond.
‘Hell yeah, uce, that’s awesome. We’re coming. Bet everybody will love her,’ Jey answered first, making Roman smile.
‘Well, most everybody. You know your old man’s stubborn as hell. But us and Naomi got your backs,” Jimmy said.
Facts were facts - there was no doubt introducing his family might quickly become a minefield. But with the comfort that his favorite cousins would be there supporting them, Roman shoved his doubts and concerns to the back of his mind, excited to finish out one year and begin a brand new one with the woman in his arms.
content/ warnings: bdsm exploration (dom/sub dynamics, spanking, cock warming, dirty talk), light angst, fluff, smut