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Later, Roy would swear that the entire affair was out of his control. No reasonable person could have looked at their wife in that dress and done anything different.
He couldn’t have told you who or what this particular ball was honoring. After a certain point, they all started to blend together, feeling less like a special occasion and more like a chore. His required presence might not have annoyed him so much if it hadn’t fallen on his birthday. Though charming large crowds and schmoozing holdouts normally thrilled him, he would have much preferred a quiet night in, with only his wife for company.
Luckily, he wasn’t a guest of honor, and so after being seen by the right people, the two of them would be allowed to make their way around the room at their own pace, shake the hands that needed shaking, and retreat to themselves for the rest of the evening.
But his wife.
“Becca bought a dress and it doesn’t fit her quite right,” she had said over the telephone. “She wants me to try it on so that hopefully, she doesn’t have to go through the hassle of returning it. I’ll have a driver pick me up separately and meet you there, alright?”
Now Roy realized how well they had played him. If there was one thing that he should have remembered about Rebecca Catalina, it was that she knew herself, and there was no way that she had “accidentally” ordered the wrong size. No, Riza simply knew better than to let him see her in this dress before they left. If he had, they likely wouldn’t have made it out the door at all.
Roy’s driver dropped him off first, and he stayed in the welcoming area, making small talk with the other guests as each exited their car. He only had to check his pocket watch once before Riza arrived, and when she stepped out from behind the car door, Roy felt himself place a steadying hand against the nearest wall.
A high neck at the collar, a window giving a nice but tasteful view of her cleavage, and a cut that ended just above the knee, drawing his eye down to her strappy black heels and back up to the flower detailing along the edges of the dress. You could have told Roy that the black and gold fabric had actually been painted onto her skin, and he might have believed it. But it was the sides that had caused the tightening in his pants. Golden threads loosely laced up, leaving both sides deliciously exposed. The fabric held together nicely, perfectly, miraculously.
It wasn’t the first time that he had seen a dress like this—they had been in fashion for some time now—but it was the first time that he had seen his Riza in one, and it was the first time that he had seen the dress as it was surely meant to be worn. Not simply hanging atop bony shoulders and flat stomachs, but clinging and swaying with every movement. Riza’s hourglass shape was even more pronounced in this dress, with her curves perfectly filling the fabric, muscular legs and arms competing for his attention.
But he couldn’t ogle her, at least not with so many others around, and he certainly couldn’t press her up against this wall like he really wanted to. These things had to be done properly. Roy took a steadying breath, extended his arm, and flashed his brilliant grin. For her part, Riza gave an innocent smile as they ascended the grand entrance.
“I see she won’t need to return that dress after all.”
“Yes, Becca was delighted for me to take it off her hands.”
The conversation paused as Roy handed their calling cards to the attendant—a mere formality, since everyone knew everyone in attendance—and Riza adjusted herself so that she was even closer to him. The perfect angle to whisper in his ear as they walked away.
“While I appreciated her kindness, I think you’re appreciating it more.”
“I always knew Catalina had it out for me,” he replied. “It will be quite convenient if my tombstone has the same date for the birthday and deathday.”
Riza hummed and kissed his cheek before they put on their public faces.
After a long night of dinner and conversations, they found themselves at a table in a corner. Most of the other patrons remained at their original seats, or had taken to the dance floor where the band was in the middle of a rousing set of fast-paced songs. Roy’s arm was wrapped around Riza’s shoulders, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. These nights always wore her out, and he was grateful that she put up with these sorts of appearances as often as she did. He had his obligations, and she supported him, as always.
“Tired?”
“Content,” she said, and began tracing along his knee. “It’s nice to let others take all of the attention for a change.”
Roy looked back at the main tables and laughed. The smiles there were wide and fake, unlike the ones that he and Riza now wore.
“You’ve been garnering a fair bit of attention in this,” he said, running his fingers along the hem of her dress. “Colonel Franklin spilled wine all down his tuxedo on your behalf.”
“A pity. That merlot was too good to be wasted on such a poor cut.”
Roy laughed again and kissed the top of her head before removing his arm from her shoulder so he could leave a gentle hand on her knee. She sighed contentedly and pulled both hands in her lap.
“None of them dare look too long with you by my side, but you’re no better than they are,” she said. “I know you’ve wanted to tear this thing off me all night.”
He crossed his leg, partially to alleviate the resurgence of pressure in his pants, but partially to have easier access to Riza’s thigh. The thread pulled even tighter over her hips, though he could tell that the dress was well-made enough to stay safely in place. Which was important, given how consistently he was now tracing along the exposed skin. There was so much of it for his fingertips to find, and the experience didn’t thrill him any less for the number of times that he had been able to indulge in it. Her skin was so smooth, and the muscles underneath were so strong. He longed to run both hands down her legs, and kiss his way up and down them. And later, he surely would; but for now, he had to content himself with only the barest touch.
“It’s quite fortunate that you found a table for just the two of us,” he said, and increased his pressure. No longer gentle touches, but firm squeezes, enough to relish in her muscles. Every part of her was gorgeous, but there was something about these thighs that just drove him wild. They did so even when fully covered, but he savored any opportunity to see her bare skin like this. Would never take for granted any moment of closeness such as this.
Only last night, these thighs had wrapped around his waist, had held him close and refused to let go as he thrust into her again and again.
“Are you still with me?”
Her quiet question interrupted his thoughts, and he returned her smile.
“Trust me, you’re the only one who has my attention right now,” he said. “It’s why you’ve always been my protector. I never remember to keep my eyes off of you.”
It struck him, as he said this, that even at a ball such as this, his longest-serving and most faithful bodyguard always wore a holster to secure her gun. But he was running his fingers alongside her thigh, right where she always fastened it. All he felt was bare skin.
“No, it’s not there,” she slowly said.
“But you always say—”
“I still have your back, don’t worry. If someone is foolish enough to attack you, I have other means of protecting you. But your security team is also quite capable of keeping you safe, and I’m trying to let go of that control, at least a little bit.”
“Such growth from you,” he teased. “I do appreciate the sacrifice, if it means a view like this.”
And then his smile froze in place.
The sides of this dress were completely open, save for the thin ties. Uninterrupted skin, from the top of her chest all the way down to her knees. There were no breaks, not for a holster or for anything else.
Nothing else.
“Took you long enough,” Riza said, and she adjusted herself so that her legs were spaced just a bit more apart.
Roy took in a shallow breath. A while back, Riza had asked if there was anything that he ever wanted to try. It didn’t surprise him that she had taken his fantasy seriously, but he needed to check in with her.
“You’re comfortable with this?” he asked, looking around the room. No one was within hearing distance, though they were still in plain view of at least a hundred people, a fact that should have concerned him, but instead actually thrilled him. And besides, the tablecloth did reach all the way to the ground, and his hand was already on Riza’s leg. If they could keep quiet, no one would know.
Riza’s hum vibrated in his chest.
“I’ve thought about this all day,” she said. “I wanted to touch myself with your fingers in mind, but I’m hoping you’ll reward my self-restraint.”
“For you? Anything.”
Roy’s hand skirted all the way under the dress for the first time. Riza inhaled a sharp breath but nodded as he traced along her inner thigh. Her skin was so smooth, here in these places that no one but he had the privilege to see and especially touch. He wanted to take as much time as he could, running his fingers up to her knee, back down and almost stopping before tracing up and down the other leg. After the third almost touch, she huffed and pushed herself back in her chair to offer him a better angle, but he merely cupped his hand over her mound, letting it hover there.
“Stop teasing me, sir—we may not have the time.”
“You’re not usually so impatient,” he teased, but took pity on her and slid a single finger inside of her.
The moment that he did, they both released a suppressed groan. Riza was so soft, and so wet already. He’d had no reason to suspect that she had been lying, but this would have been undeniable proof that she had spent the entire day thinking about this. Thinking about him doing this.
“Aren't you glad that you waited for me?” he asked, twisting his finger inside of her a few times before going out and back in just as gently.
“Yes,” she breathed. “You know exactly where to touch me, how to fill me up.”
Roy angled his head so that he could kiss her temple. Such a chaste sight as he slid a second finger inside of her. Riza gasped quickly, and shut her lips just as quickly.
"Getting to touch you exactly the way I want wherever I want—it's a delightful birthday present for me, but you love this too, don't you?"
“Yes,” she said, quieter than before.
“You like knowing that I’m fucking you like this, right in front of all these people,” he said, and sped up his tempo. Riza merely nodded that time, though she did groan when he slowed down and curled his fingers before picking up his pace once again. The angle was awkward, though he did manage to drag his fingers along her clit, which earned a sharp inhale every time he did so. Not every time—no need to overstimulate her—but often enough to send sparks of pleasure through her, and random enough for her to not get too comfortable with his pace.
Though comfortable certainly wouldn’t have described Riza’s appearance at this moment. She was enjoying herself, as evidenced by the sounds of pleasure that managed to escape her lips, and the way she kept pushing up on her heels and squeezing around his digits, but she seemed to be putting much of her energy into keeping her face as neutral as possible. Her gaze was fixed out in the crowd, though her eyes were becoming more glazed over by the second.
“Who are you looking at?”
She didn’t even attempt to answer, with her lips shut so tight; Roy removed his fingers and a panicked noise escaped her.
“Don’t stop!”
“I asked, who are you looking at?”
“I’m not looking at anyone. I’m just trying to look normal.”
“You want to look normal while we’re doing this? Then you need to look at me,” he said, and felt her breath hitch. “You rarely take your eyes off of me, so why stop now?”
“If I look at you while you’re doing this,” she said, pointedly staring out at some point above everyone’s heads, “I’m going to come in about thirty seconds.”
Roy licked the shell of her ear and slid his two fingers back in.
“It is my birthday, after all. Consider this ego stroking just another gift.”
“I’d like to stroke something else of yours,” she said, her pitch increasing as he resumed his earlier speed.
“Later,” he chuckled. “For now, you know how much I love this, love seeing you like this, all thanks to me.”
And it was true. While they both loved to worship the other one’s body, Roy would truly never have enough of her. He loved her so much, and loved to make her feel as good as she made him feel. Sometimes it felt like he could never possibly achieve such a lofty goal, but the increasingly loud noises escaping her lips let him know otherwise.
He pulled back from her ear and said, “Look at me, Riza—please.”
She did, and had never looked more beautiful. Her cheeks were red, the blush extending down her neck and chest. Beads of sweat had started to collect at her temple, and Roy longed to lick them as well. But first, he had to take care of her, both because she had given him so much tonight, and because he wanted nothing more in life than to see her thoroughly satisfied.
She closed her eyes as she felt a third finger, but did her best to open them again at his quiet request.
“Roy,” she started, and her eyes rolled back a bit as he flicked her clit yet again. “I’m so—almost there.”
He could feel that she was right. Those little shakes that built up the closer she got, and the vibrations were even more keenly felt when he held her with his hand like this. Roy leaned forward and kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips with ease, and he felt more than heard her gasp into his mouth.
A twist of his hand, a scrape of his tongue, and Riza was gone, trembling and letting Roy’s mouth absorb the sounds of her orgasm. He continued stroking, slowing down as she rode out the wave and clenched around him before finally melting into her chair.
Roy didn’t even try to hide his smirk as he casually reached into his pocket with his other hand for his handkerchief. Before wiping his hand, he found Riza’s eyes and held her gaze as he brought his fingers to his lips and licked her taste away. She huffed out a laugh and pulled on his jacket so he could kiss her again.
“This might be the most selfish gift I’ve ever given you,” she said once she had finally caught her breath. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
“Oh I certainly did—but I’m not done with you yet.”
She pulled back, a rare look of confusion on her face. Roy looped his arm around hers and started to pull her to her feet.
“Roy, I can’t,” she said, remaining firmly seated in her chair.
“Oh don’t worry, love. No one’s looking our way.”
“No, it’s not that,” she said, and swept her bangs out of her face with a sheepish grin. “I don’t think I can walk anywhere with you right now—my legs are still shaking too much.”
“Then I supposed you’ll just have to lean on me,” Roy said, leading them to the nearest section of the dance floor. There were still a number of couples dancing, and though they all seemed to be caught up in their own conversations, Roy wondered if any of them would notice how ravished Riza looked under the dim lights. The thought did nothing to help the pressure in his pants, nor did the way that Riza all but collapsed on his shoulder when they found an empty section of the floor.
He held one of her hands in his own, and wrapped his other arm around her back, tight enough so that she could stay upright. Luckily, the band was finally playing a slow song, and so the way that they were slowly rotating in the same square wasn’t out of place, but Riza was holding on to his jacket lapel as if she would collapse without that touch, and Roy had to shift his grip more than once just to keep her upright and moving in a way that approximated dancing.
“It’s strange to see you so dependent on me, when it’s usually the other way around.”
Riza simply nodded, her face buried in his shoulder.
“I always like seeing this side of you,” he said, and let his hand wander down the curve of her ass so he could squeeze it before pulling his hand back up and continuing. “I wonder how you’ll look when the night is over and I can really have my way with you.”
He angled his head so he could whisper directly in her ear.
“You think your legs are wobbly now? I’m going to fuck you so hard that by the end of it, you’ll remember this as the moment when you could have climbed the Wall of Briggs.”
She whimpered—a sweet sound.
“The first thing we’ll need to do is get rid of this pesky dress. I think we can both agree that it's given us nothing but trouble all evening. I’m going to lay you out on our bed, and crawl in between your legs, and undo those laces with the fingers that just fucked you in front of all these very respectable people. I’ll leave a kiss after I undo every tie, and leave you begging me to touch you again, but I’ve already given you enough of that, wouldn’t you agree?”
A quiet no, and he chuckled.
“Oh yes, and once this piece of fabric that you claim is a dress is on the floor, I’m going to hold your thighs in place with the hands you love and take you with my tongue. The small taste I had just now was nice, but I prefer to taste you directly, and I think you do as well. Maybe if I were a braver man, I would have crawled under the table just now.”
She stumbled the slightest bit; Roy caught her with ease.
“You would have liked that, wouldn’t you? Supposedly sitting on your own, while everyone else is partnered up, and had people wonder where I was. Only for me to be driving you crazy with this tongue you love so much,” he said, darting a quick lick to emphasize his point. “What would have been my excuse, when I finally emerged from underneath the table? I had dropped a napkin, or maybe a spoon? And what would have explained why I kept on licking my lips, kept on tasting you? Maybe I would have gone out of my way to tell people how much I enjoyed my dessert this evening.”
“Well,” she breathed, “your sweet tooth is common knowledge.”
“Ah, but the lemon tarts weren’t enough to satisfy me tonight. Only your cream could do that, and I’m still hungry for more of your sweet cunt.”
“Someone might hear you,” she mumbled, though he felt her angle her head and press a kiss to his neck.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, and smiled as she shook her head. “That’s because you want everyone to know how I take care of you. How I make sure that you’re never anything but completely and utterly satisfied in our bed.”
She lifted her head just enough to respond, “Given your reputation, I’m sure many already assume those sorts of things.”
“Oh, I’m much better than the rumors say, wouldn’t you agree?”
Now it was her turn to chuckle, and Roy felt the vibrations in his chest as she laid her head back down there, even though her breathing felt almost normal.
He wasn’t the only one who liked this vulnerable side of her.
“Or maybe I am as selfish of a lover as the rumors used to say. Maybe I won’t be able to control myself and take you slowly like we both want. You can feel what you’ve already done to me,” he said, and rolled his hips the slightest bit. She had already been pressed up against him, but moaned at the movement.
“It would be nothing for me to press you up against a wall, or lean you over a desk, and slide this meddlesome fabric out of the way. You’re already so wet and open from my thick fingers that we wouldn’t even need anything else. I’d line up behind you and grab onto you so tightly that you wouldn’t be able to move. You’d just have to stand there as I took you, again and again,” he said, and had to remember to breathe as he got caught up in his own fantasy. He cleared his throat and kissed her forehead before finishing this thought.
“At least this time, you’ll be able to scream my name when I make you come. I do love how my name sounds when you do that.”
The final notes sounded, and while everyone else applauded, Riza pulled her head off his shoulder. Her cheeks were still just as pink, though her eyes had lost the glaze that always accompanied her after an orgasm. In fact, they all but pinned him where he stood.
“We need to go. Now.”
Roy smirked as the band struck up another fast-paced number.
“Don’t think your wobbly legs can keep up with this pace? Or are you just that eager for me?”
“Both, and there’s also the fact that there’s come dripping down my legs, and it’s almost to my knees.”
“Sounds pretty serious,” Roy said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her towards the nearest exit. “What should our excuse be for leaving so early?”
"Whatever gets us out of here and your tongue in between my legs the quickest. I'll let you figure it out since this is all your fault."
He ran his fingers down her exposed side and chuckled.
“Whatever you say, dear.”