Chapter 354 - HIS KIND OF DESSERT I

Cayenne hummed a song a happily while taking a shower alone. She was scrubbing her body with the body soap when she heard the soft clicking sound of the locked door being open.

She spun around to the direction of the door and there she found her husband standing with a triumphant smile on his lips. He was holding bunch of keys in his hands.

"Where did you get those keys?" Cayenne asked while pointing her finger at the keys he was holding. "You're not fair at all."

"Honey, did you forget that I own this place? So, naturally, I will have the keys." Stefan placed the keys on the side drawer and took several steps forward to come to her side. "Now, how will you repent for what you did?"

"I didn't do anything wrong." Cayenne retorted and continued showering. "I was just teasing you a little."

"Really?" Stefan pulled her arms and pressed their bodies together. His warmth quickly spread to her and not just that, she felt the bulging monster of his manhood when he hugged her. "Teasing me is a huge crime, sweetheart."

"Tsk! You're just horny." Cayenne replied while pushing him away. "Let me finish my bath. It's getting cold."

"Okay."

Cayenne thought that Stefan would let go of her since he said 'okay'. However, he lifted her chin and kissed her lips. At first, it was featherlight and as he couldn't get enough of her, he put one of his hands at the back of her head to deepen their kiss. Since she was covered with soap, her body was slippery and when he ran his hands over her, touching her everywhere, her knees wouldn't stop trembling from the pleasure.

Stefan slowly pushed her off to the wall without stopping their kiss. Coincidentally, he pushed Cayenne right beside the shower and it wasn't her intention at all, but her she placed her hand on the faucet to get support. In the end, she accidentally turned on the shower which was right over Stefan's head.

He abruptly stopped kissing her and looked at her in surprise as if she really did something wrong by turning on the faucet. She instantly turned it off and thought for words to tell him. "Uhm…you…you still have your clothes on." She couldn't find any better words than these. Stefan's hearty laughter echoed in the four corners of the bathroom making Cayenne mentally slapped her face.

"Then, why don't you take them off for me like you usually do?"

"I don't usually do this." Cayenne completely denied his statement but that didn't put off Stefan at all. He just stood there with damp clothes so, left with no other choice, Cayenne still undressed her husband. 

Standing naked, Stefan turned on the shower once again to rinse off the soap from her body. As soon as she was done, Stefan kissed her once more and lifted her. Cayenne wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling that huge shaft poking her bum. The continued to kiss until they reached their bed where Stefan slowly put her down.

He kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes her nose, her cheeks – just small little kisses but they still heated up Cayenne. He held her hands over her head and kissed her lips, down to her jaw and chest. Cayenne twisted and turned beneath him but since he was holding her down, she can only succumb to the pleasure he's giving her.

Stefan's hand rummaged under the pillow and he took something black and silver. Cayenne just caught a glimpsed of it and she soon found out what it was when Stefan handcuffed her two hands with one of the cuffs and connected the other to the metal bar of their headboard.

"Where did you get these handcuffs?" Cayenne asked with wide eyes. "Did you bring them from the house?"

"Hn. I found them while packing last night and I thought we should use them once in a while or they will become rusty."

"I don't care if they become rusty." Cayenne responded automatically but he only smiled at her.

He picked up the pillow beside her and took the things that he hid underneath. There was a blindfold and a small item which looked like a pink egg but just a small version of it. Cayenne had an idea what it was but since she never really sees one in real life, she wasn't sure if she was right.

Stefan blindfolded her saying it will add to the excitement. Before her eyes were completely covered, he still saw her rolling her eyes at him.

"Now, what should I do first?" Stefan asked himself while looking at his wife as he placed his hand on his chin. "Well, there's no other to love making so let's just deal with what we have."

Cayenne felt him putting something inside her and she knew it wasn't his finger or his shaft. "Honey, did you just put vibrator inside me?"

"Uh…I want so see your reaction using it." Stefan answered while messing her body with the ice cream. Since they took time showering, the ice cream has melted and now, Stefan was using it like a syrup instead of a cream.

Cayenne shivered from the coldness and she knew goosebumps were already covering her stomach and arms. "Can't you just start? I'm getting cold."

"Don't be impatient sweetheart. I'm still decoration you."

Cayenne bit her lower lip and controlled herself not to kick her husband off the bed. She was feeling anxious now that she couldn't see anything but he was actually just decorating her? Cayenne was waiting what he was going to do next. It suddenly turned quiet and he stopped putting things on her as well.

To her shock, Stefan kissed the swell of her breast and ate those fruits he placed on her with the ice cream. "You're now my special dessert, darling." He told he while taking his time licking her and eating those fruits. He licked her stomach all the way up to her chest and gave her nipple a soft bite.

"Mnn…you're too much." Cayenne mumbled while arching her body, making other slices of fruits fall on the bed. Some of the ice cream slid to her side and some slid down to her lower body.

Stefan continued to lick the cream off of her while one of his hand remained on her breast, softly massaging it. Her soft moans and groans made Stefan smile while he continued kissing her.

He removed his hand from his chest and continued kissing her down to her core while holding down her thighs from moving.