Page 10 of This Is Law 2

Another thirty minutes later, and the funeral eventually wrapped up.

We had our driver follow the hurst, so that we could go to the gravesite, which would be Marissa’s final resting place.

It was hard to see her body get lowered into the ground like that.

I cried some more, but we got through it.

Once that was over, Law and I both agreed that we would go to the repast, so that we could spend a little time with Miley, and we both had written separate checks for her, that were in envelopes that we wanted to give to her before we headed out.

“If people ask us if we’re still together, what are we supposed to tell them?” I asked Law. We were sitting in the back of the escalade, with about ten minutes left to go. The repast was being held in the church’s fellowship hall.

That question that I just asked Law caused him to turn his head, look at me, and he laughed.

“You single. I told you that you had to grovel. I haven’t seen you grovel yet,” he replied, and this time, it was my turn to laugh.

“Because I didn’t even get the time to start.

I woke up out of my sleep to the bullshit from your son.

Let’s stay in New York one more day. We can leave out tomorrow morning.

I’ll start groveling when we get back to the room.

I feel like I can’t do all that I want to do back at home because how am I going to explain to the kids that I’m leaving the house, so that I can go fuck their daddy? ” I asked a genuine question.

“When your mama, sister, and Milan ask you why you decided to stay another night in New York, what’s going to be your answer?” he wanted to know, and I giggled, and used my hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“That I’m running off two hours of sleep, so we decided to stay, so that I could get some rest,” I let him know, and he shook his head.

He did agree that we could stay for another night though.

When we left my mom’s house early this morning, he had the driver take me back home, where I showered, and I got ready for the funeral at home.

He went to his place as well, so that he could get ready.

After that, the driver picked him back up, came and got me, and we left Miami, and headed straight for New York, already in our clothes for the funeral.

We didn’t have any bags with clothes for us, but we were in New York, and it was easy to just stop somewhere, and grab whatever clothes and toiletries that we were going to need.

For now, I needed to find out what I was going to do to kick off this groveling that this man said I had to do. Whatever I did, it had to be epic.

9:34 p.m.

We’d just checked into the LUMA Hotel Times Square.

We’ve been here for about ten minutes now.

The second we made it inside; I rushed to get inside of the bathroom because I had to pee really bad.

Once I finished, I went over to the sink, where I washed my hands.

I walked inside the bathroom with a bag filled with toiletries because we’d stopped at a few stores, where we grabbed things that we were going to need.

I dug around inside the bag, looking for the hair claw clip that I’d purchased, and once I had it, I pulled my long hair up, did a twirl, and I clipped it.

There was a massive sized, jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, and if I opened the double doors, you could be able to see out into the bedroom, and if we opened the sliding door for the balcony, we could see the beautiful view that we had of Times Square.

You know that I was in operation grovel mode, so I went ahead, and I started the tub, adding the bubble bath that the hotel had resting on the side of the tub, and I made sure that the water was nice and warm.

I was running Law’s bath. After the long day that him, and I had, I knew that he could use this relaxing bath.

The water filled up quickly, and then I walked out into the bedroom, where he was.

There was an accent chair that sat in the corner of the room.

It was right by the glass, sliding door, that he’d already opened, so we could see the beautiful views.

He sat there, head leaned back, arms on either side of the chair, and I knew from his posture alone that he was tired.

The suit jacket that he had been wearing was off.

It was resting on the back of the chair that he was sitting down in.

His legs were spread a little bit, and his Christian Louboutin dress shoes were still on his feet.

I kneeled right in front of him, and because he could feel my presence, it caused him to lift his head up, and he looked down at me.

He smirked when he saw what I was doing, but he didn’t stop me.

I started with his right foot, untying the lace, and I removed the shoe. Law had big feet. That statement that people would make about men with big feet having big dicks was so true because he was working with a monster sized dick.

Once I had the right shoe off, I removed the trouser socks that he was wearing.

The brand was Hugo Boss, and it was silk material.

For a man, Law had such beautiful feet. I knew that he would get pedicures, and manicures, but he wouldn’t allow them to paint his nails clear though. He just went for the maintenance of it.

Everything that I just did with his right foot, I did with the left, and now that both shoes were off, I sat down, putting his right foot in my lap, and I started massaging his feet.

I gave each foot a five-minute massage, not wanting to do it too long because I didn’t want the bath water to get too cold.

I rose up, getting on my knees, and I brought my hands closer, going for the tie that he was wearing, that was barely hanging on because he’d unloosened it.

I took it off and tossed it on the dresser that was on the side of me.

Next, I started unbuckling his shirt. I removed it, along with removing his wife beater.

I assisted him with getting out of his slacks, just leaving him in his briefs.

Now, here he was, sitting in just his briefs, legs still partially opened, and arms still on either side of the chair.

He looked so good. Good enough to eat. I leaned in, placing kisses on his neck, his chest, sucking, and biting on each ab that he had, and I didn’t want to go any further than that because we wouldn’t make it to the tub, so I just stood up, reached my hand out for him, which he took.

When he stood, I could see the bulge in his briefs. Seeing that, caused me to smile.

He followed me into the bathroom, where I walked over to the tub, and he came over as well.

I took his briefs off, so all he had to do was step out of them.

From there, he stepped into the tub, letting his arms hang outside, and he laid his head back, just enjoying this moment.

You could tell that his body needed this soak.

“You gone get in with me?” he asked, with his eyes closed.

“After I bathe you,” I let him know.

“Take that dress off. If you going to bathe me, I would rather see you do it without any clothes on,” he responded. It was his world, and I was willing to do whatever the hell he wanted me to.

I stood up, and it was easy for me to reach behind me, and unzip my own dress, so I quickly did that.

I had it off in no time. I was wearing a Balmain fitted dress, that I’d paid a couple of grand for, so I couldn’t just take this dress off, and throw it on the tiled floor, like it wasn’t worth anything.

Instead, I walked it over to the counter, and I nicely sat it down.

I walked back over to Law, and his eyes were on me the entire time.

I was quick with the way I stepped out of my lace panties, and the matching bra.

I tossed those items to the side, and I got back down on my knees, and this time, I was going to start washing his body.

I’d already brought his soap over, so the next thing for me to do was grab a washcloth, where I lathered a good amount of soap onto it, and I started right at his neck, washing that area, his chest, up under his arms, and his stomach.

It wouldn’t be my first time bathing him.

I’ll tell ya’ll some things that I used to do back in our marriage, when I was head over heels in love with him, and I know for a fact that ya’ll will look at me like I was bat shit crazy.

I knew how to be submissive and loving towards my man.

When our marriage went left after Sarai, all those things that I used to do for him just stopped.

I was comfortable with what I was doing, so much so, that as I was doing it, I was humming while doing it.

Law was at peace, head leaned back, just allowing me to cater to him.

I was up on my knees, with a towel underneath them, so that I wouldn’t hurt my knees.

Because I was elevated the way that I was, my titties were right in his face, so he turned his head around, looked me in my eyes, and then he was eye to eye with my breast. He looked at them like he wanted to demolish them.

When he leaned his head in closer, and he went for my right nipple, kissing it, I couldn’t even say that I was surprised that he’d done that.

He softly sucked on my right nipple, which caused me to lose focus on what the hell I was doing, so I ended up dropping the washcloth in the tub.

He held my nipple in between his teeth, bit it, which made me jump.

It hurt, but it was a good hurt. He kissed it and was back to softly sucking on it.

He finished that, and everything that he’d just done to my right nipple, he went ahead and did the same thing to my left.

It was hard focusing, but I ended up getting through the session of bathing him.

“Stand up,” I told him.