Lennox POV
"Umm... excuse me?" I heard a voice behind me as I walked out of the Zara, clad in my brand new outfit so that I could go ATVing with Beckham.
Beck had to take a quick call because he's always working, what else is new? So he opted to wait outside for me rather than watch me shop. Luckily I didn't take long.
I turned around to find a mall cop and had to utilize all of my willpower to refrain from rolling my eyes and walking away.
"Did I drop something?" I questioned raising an eyebrow, "I'm in kind of a hurry."
"I saw you coming out of the store and just wanted to verify if you had a receipt of your purchase since you didn't come out with any bags."
That's not even a factual statement. I had a bag, just not from that store. Like truly what is the purpose of wasting my time with this?! Is this a joke? I glanced around looking for any hidden cameras trying to verify that I'm not on Punk'd right now.
I let out a long sigh trying my best to release my irritation as not to escalate the situation. "I actually don't have. It's not required to get a receipt when you buy something, but I'm sure the store employees won't have any problem verifying my purchase for you seeing as I just left."
They will undoubtedly remember the J.P Morgan Reserve card that I used to swipe with, so there's also that. An invitation-only credit card isn't exactly something you swipe everyday.
"Actually—"
"Babe, are you ready to go? What's taking so long?" Beckham walked over having finished up with his phone call, wrapping a protective arm around my waist. He glanced at the rent-a-cop who deludedly thought he possessed the authority to interrogate me , giving him a dirty look.
"You're Beckham De Loughrey.." The cop eyes darted between us rapidly as he looked shell-shocked.
"Uh huh." Beck nodded curtly, "So did you need something from my fiancée or do you just make a habit of unwarrantedly stopping shoppers?" Beckham made sure to emphasize the word fiancée his expression hardening.
"He wanted to know if I had a receipt to verify my purchase." I answered honestly, unable to help the smile that creeped on my face as I did so.
"Like he was insinuating you didn't purchase the items in your possession?" Beckham frowned turning his attention back to the cop. "So are you like a real cop or just a security guard? You know what, I don't care. It doesn't even matter. Just give me your supervisor's name."
"I-I think this was all just a bit of a misunderstanding," The cop attempted to talk his way out the situation but when Beckham's incandescent expression didn't falter he handed over a business card which I assumed listed his supervisor's information.
"My lawyers will be in touch." Beck responded shortly, snatching the card and shoving it into his pocket. "Let's go Len."
I couldn't help but find myself confused as I replayed last night's events in my head. Beckham obviously doesn't have a problem with recognizing micro-aggressions or even defending my honor. Which caused the sour taste the events left in my mouth to start to simmer back up. I found myself feeling even more confused about what had happened, but decided to suppress those feelings rather than start up another fight between us. That didn't seem fair to do, especially when I was the one who pushed to move past it.
Beckham silently led me back to the car, presumably because he was still irritated. He's less talkative when he's feeling angry and that's understandable. Normally, I would just give him space to cool off but I don't want him to be grumpy on our trip. We're only spending a day in Vegas.
"I can't believe you have nothing to say about how good my ass looks in these sweats." I crossed my arms over my chest, cutting my eyes at Beckham.
He let out a chuckle, catching on at my attempt to lighten the mood and obliged me accordingly.
"You're right, we should fix that." Taking a step behind me to shamelessly he checked out my ass, landing a rough smack on it. "Your ass looks fantastic Ms. James."
"Thank you, that's why I bought them." I grinned flipping my hair over my shoulder.
"Thank you Len." Beckham gave me a small smile, pecking my lips. "Now get your goofy ass in the car." He laughed as I did exactly that, happy to see him in higher spirits now.
The ride to the ATV place was relatively uneventful. Luckily it was short because I was really excited to get started. I've never ridden an ATV, but after about a 20 minute drive to the venue and a brief instructional lesson by the staff.. I was ready to kick Beckham's ass.
"Sooo, what do I get when I win?" I yelled over the ATV engines as Beckham and I revved up at the starting line.
"You seem so sure you're gonna win." He lifted the visor on his helmet raising an eyebrow at me. "You've never even ridden one of these before. Don't get too cocky." He warned, "But you can have whatever you want if you win."
"Whatever I want?" I repeated to make sure I heard him correctly, he nodded his head in confirmation. "If I'm win— I'm in charge." I winked at him giving a hint as to what I was alluding to without having to be too graphic in public.
"We'll see." Was all Beckham said in response putting back down the visor of his helmet since the race was starting.
"Ready. Set. Go!" With that the employee standing on the side of the finish line, waved the starting flag sending the both of us speeding off.
Not to bury the lede, I obviously won. Beckham claimed he let me win but the reality is, he somehow forgot we were racing and got caught up popping wheelies and shit rather than crossing the finish line first. Which was my priority. Either way, we had a great time. After we rode ATVs we headed to the Paint&Sip class. I'm glad I forced Beckham to stop off at the mall because he conveniently forgot to tell me that we would splatter-painting. That would have been a disaster had I not changed. Now we're back at the suite to shower and get changed for dinner.
"Len," Beckham called for me as I was in the middle of getting ready.
"I'm in my underwear." I responded from the bathroom, continuing to to put finishing touches on my makeup. Hair, makeup, clothes. That's the order you're supposed to get ready in, no exceptions.
"Was I supposed to care?" I could hear the humor in his voice "But fine, I guess I'll just put your presents away then..."
"My what?!?" I immediately perked up, emerging from the bathroom with a fully beat face seconds later. Getting dressed can wait.
Oh my god. There are so many boxes, I don't even know where to start. I squealed excitedly eagerly beginning to shift through all the different packages. "Are these the Alexander Wang heels I wanted?!"
He's forgiven.
"Okay, okay." Beckham let out a chuckle hooking his arm around my waist, tearing me away from the presents. "You can finish opening the rest of the gifts after we get back from dinner. We have reservations."
I turned around so I was now facing Beckham staring at him with a perplexed expression. "We're skipping dinner, obviously." I rolled my eyes playfully wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow a sly grin spreading across his face. "I mean in that case..." Beckham dipped his head smashing his lips on to mine.
I pulled away from Beckham, shaking my head. "Ahh, not so fast DeLoughrey... You lost the bet remember? You're not running shit tonight. I am." I smirked softly, using the hairtie on my wrists to pull my hair up into a messy ponytail. "Now get your ass on the bed."
Beckham faltered staring at me quizzically for a second before following my instructions laying on his back on the bed looking up at me expectedly. I couldn't but bite my lip as I took in the view striding towards the bed in nothing but my lacy black lingerie set.
"Shit...." Beckham hissed as his eyes raked over my body.
"Do you like what you see Daddy?" I questioned spreading Beckham's legs, giving myself the space I desired to climb in between them.
I didn't bother waiting for his response since I already knew the answer instead opting tangle my fingers into his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Beckham very quickly took control of it sliding his tongue into my mouth before I even fully parted my lips. I let out a moan into his mouth as I let him momentarily take over bucking my hips up against his growing erection. I pulled tighter on Beck's hair relishing in the way that his tongue piercing felt while he sucked on my tongue. It was when I felt a slap on my ass that I abruptly pulled away frowning at him.
I immediately abandoned his hair, wrapping my hands around his neck instead. Beckham's eyes widened momentarily when I squeezed the sides of his neck before licking his lips, staring up at me with a lust filled gaze. "I thought I told you, you aren't running shit tonight."
Beckham smirked up at me, "Whatever my Princess wants."
A wide grin spread across my face, "Those are my favorite words." I pecked his lips before standing once again.
I walked over to the bags, grabbing the goodies that I purchased today at the mall while Beckham was far too preoccupied with business to worry about what I was doing. I returned to the bed with a cordless vibrator in hand as well as a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
"Hands above your head." I climbed back on top of Beckham, straddling his hips setting the vibrator down on the bed.
His eyes darted between the pair of handcuffs in my hand and myself, "No."
"No?" I repeated raising my eyebrow, "I swore I just heard you say you'd do whatever I want. But it's fine, I'm not gonna pressure you. We'll just be done now."
I began to climb off of Beck's lap but he grabbed on to my hips, sitting me back down. I bit back the grin that was itching to spread across my face. "I don't want you doing anything that you don't want to."
"I want to... Only for you." I swear I almost came right then and there.
I wrapped the handcuffs around the headboard and then handcuffed Beckham's wrists. Fuck, he looks good like this. I sat up on my knees to make it easier for myself to slide off my thong. "I'm gonna sit on your face now, okay?"
"You don't need to ask Princess."
I quickly readjusted myself, placing my legs on either side of Beckham's face. Gently lowering myself down on to his mouth. "Oh fuck!" I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head the second that little metal ball came in contact with my clit.
I guess the day had worn Beckham out, because after I orgasmed twice from riding his face, he fell asleep. Poor stink. I decided to let him sleep for a bit because I'm a generous lover, but I'm far from finished with him.
I leaned down gently lapping at the sensitive head of his dick, before licking entirely down the length of his shaft. I glanced up at Beckham through my eyelashes seeing that he was still sleeping and began pumping what my mouth wouldn't cover with my hand. With my hand wrapped around his length, working up and down Beck's eyes finally began to flutter open.
"Oh shit! Len, wh-what are you doing Princess?" He panted out, his first instinct to grab ahold of my head like he usually does, agitation taking over him once he remembered he was handcuffed to the headboard and couldn't touch me. "Len what the- oh fuck just like that baby."
If I wasn't preoccupied I would have laughed at how quickly Beckham changed his tuned once I fully took his dick into my mouth.
"You're doing so good." Beckham praised through breathless moans, bucking his hips up to thrust into my mouth.
I slapped the inside of his thigh pulling away. "Don't move." I narrowed my eyes at him, continuing to pump his dick with my hand, "Now let's try that again."
I took his dick back into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down on his shaft nearly choking because of his girth. "Do it again. Fuck, choke on it baby." Beckham panted loving the way my throat tightened around his cock as I struggled to breathe. Feeling inclined to take things up a notch, I fumbled around the bed for the vibrator. Finally managing to grab ahold of it, I turned it on positioning it underneath Beckham's balls.
It was at that very moment that I heard Beckham scream during sex for the first time. Not like yelling but voice up two full octaves, moaning uncontrollably. "Lennox! Shit babe, I'm gonna come."
There are no words to describe what that moment did for my ego. This must be why Beckham is always pushing me to scream his name during sex because I literally have never heard a better sound in my entire life. As much as I wanted to give him what he wanted in hopes of hearing him scream my name again, I forced myself to pull away. Popping his dick out of my mouth.
Beckham's eyes shot open as he stared down at me, frantic. "Len.. Princess why did you stop?"
"Beg me to come."
"Is this because of the bathroom thing?"
I didn't answer him, instead I sat back on my heels, turning the vibrator up to a higher level. I'm glad he's finally clueing in though, this is whole thing is entirely about giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Shittttt! I'll do it, I'll do it." Beckham surrender.
"One moment please." I held my finger up, before grabbing my phone off of the nightstand opening up "Voice Memos". "Okay proceed." I smiled softly setting the phone back down after making sure it was recording.
"Len, please make me come. Okay I'm sorry Princess. I won't do it again, but I need to fucking come. Len please!" Beckham pleaded giving me an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
I took his dick back into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks forcing myself down on his length until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. I was actually suffocating but willed myself to stay still as Beckham bucked his hips up once again letting out a loud moan as he shot his load down my throat.
I damn near choked and had to remind myself to swallow rather than gag which was my initial reflex. I don't swallow, or at least I didn't before I met Beckham. So take that to mean what you will.
I slid Beckham out of my mouth, reaching for my phone to stop the recording as I attempted to catch my breath.
"Fuck Lennox.." Beckham groaned out gritting his teeth, and I was confused by his reaction until I looked down and saw the vibrator was still on, resting underneath his balls.
I glanced down at the device heavily considering leaving it on just to see what would happen. Then decided against it. Giving him multiple orgasms would be more of a reward and less of a punishment. I grabbed the vibrator switching it off, eliciting a sigh of relief from Beckham.
"If uncuff you are you going to behave?" I questioned tilting my head to the side. There's part of me that thinks this may be a bad idea..
He nodded tiredly, looking a tiny bit dazed with damp pieces of hair sticking on his forehead. "It's like 2 AM Lennox."
"Okay," I conceded.Reaching up to press the button behind the center of the cuffs, unlocking them.
Upon freeing his wrists, Beckham pulled me into his arms kissing me with far more aggression than I was expecting given how tired he claimed to be. "Beck." I whimpered as he nipped at my bottom lip, forcing my lips apart with his teeth. I let my eyes flutter shut panting against his lips as his hands roamed down the length of body, one of them finding their way to my breast giving it a rough squeeze.
"You were amazing tonight." Beckham mumbled against my now swollen lips in between the kisses he was still peppering on them.
"Really?" I pulled away from his so that I could look into his eyes.
"Yes Princess." He smiled softly pecking my lips once more.
Sooo this chapter wasn't supposed to be this long but I got a little carried away when writing the smut. We'll call this a treat. Enjoy everyone🤣
~Lee