Black Rose || The Outtakes

Black Rose || Outtake 34

Author's Note: To disclaim, this fantasy chapter idea is 100% fictional. Unfortunately, baby Prince wasn't born in this alternate universe. Mature themes and strong language are ahead. Dedicated to Indiii_bindiii  and  mimi45961. Enjoy!

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1997 - Miami, Florida ("History Tour" Ends)

MICHAEL

As much as I wanted to bring our angel Shayla along with us, Brenda advised not to. Despite our wedding anniversary this weekend, I'd guessed that the decent person in me just wanted to offer inclusion as always. Brenda's mother Lucille and father Raymond watched our baby up north. Two of the only people I'd even trusted to watch that princess to begin with. So far, so good.

I finally gained enough courage to walk on the beach with Brenda around sunset. Fellow celebrities littered the sand underneath our footsteps. Most looked on with their own sense of curiosity. I slowly began to panic as we walked, but Brenda squeezed my hand in the name of reassurance. My nerves weakened every time that pretty smile reached her lips.

At this moment, we'd returned to the suite. I stood in front of the closed bedroom door and my heart pounded in anticipation. The wife had a gift from me. No matter how many times I tried to surprising throughout this vacation on my own, she'd only smile and kiss my cheek. Apparently, "nothing would compare to my company," as she said.

I took her word and remained in front of this door. My footsteps paced back and forth waiting. Just when I planned to call for her, that door finally unlocked. I turned the knob and my jaw hit the floor. Her body curved in black lace and breathing hitched within me. Never did those brown eyes sparkle with happiness. Only lust.

Without another word between us, I slowly edged into the dim bedroom. My mind finally understood why Shay couldn't tag along with us. My wife planned to remind me of something I'd forgotten time and time again. We were not only loving parents, but adults with needs.

I carefully shut the door and looked around, just taking in the silence. No more touring. No business. Just me and the goddess before my eyes. A smile crept onto my face, but we kissed before I could even blink. My hands selfishly pushed up her straightened locks. How I missed those curls, but she still drove me insane with her look right now.

The small hint of red wine on her lips unraveled me inside. I'd backed my wife up against the wall, desperately reaching to her neck for kisses. Just when I planned to reach for the top of that lace, she locked eyes with me.

"No." my lady warned.

Unexpectedly, she held my hand, leading to the bed. It was now clear that she took charge. For once, I didn't protest. My boy could only freeze while she walked around me. The black lace teased, but kept both hands to myself. Unless she demanded, I'd do nothing.

"Sit on the bed and take off everything but your pants. But keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise." Brenda mumbled across from me. Not even seconds later, I followed through and stripped my upper body.

My blotched skin now shined with every mark in the dim lighting here. I'd felt anxious, but my heart still raced as I waited for more. Though difficult, never did my eyes open as she requested. There was only silence besides the sound of her bare footsteps moving around.

"You can open your eyes now." she whispered. I turned to my left and my eyes nearly popped out. The room captured itself with absolute silence. Brenda swung a pair of handcuffs with her fingertips. I chewed my bottom lip mischievously, thinking of everything I could do with those toys.