The Good Husband

by Lucian Bane

  She nodded and peeled her shirt off her shoulders.

  “Black bra,” he bit out, grunting as he kneaded his balls. “Keep it on and bend over the counter.” His voice growled with a psychotic lust.

  She faced the vanity and eyed him in the mirror as she lowered to her elbows. He stood behind her and stroked the soft skin of her ass, his hand shaking. The soft cry she gave brought his gaze to hers in the mirror, and the second they connected, Ben felt the change in his head. He greedily discovered the shape of her pussy in her panties before squeezing her lips roughly.

  “Ben,” she barely cried, panting.

  “Don’t stop looking at me,” he said, feeling like her gaze was a lifeline. A tether to his reality, the one he needed, wanted, and loved more than his own life. “Don’t take you’re your eyes off me,” he warned, his diabolical lust growing.

  He yanked her panties down her legs and rammed two fingers into her wet slit, jabbing until his hand pounded against her soft ass. “Mmm, yeah,” he said with a vigorous hunger at her astonished cries. He withdrew his soaked fingers and shoved them into her mouth, fucking it while watching her suck like a greedy newborn. “Turn around,” he growled, stepping back. “Sit and open your sinful pussy,” he ordered, watching her gasp as she struggled to get her heels on the counter. She panted while watching his cock. “You’re such a filthy girl. You like my cock?” he asked.

  She raised her drunk gaze to his, nodding with a whimpered, “I do, I do.”

  He stood before her and pounded the head of his dick on her clit, watching her jolt and gasp with every strike. “You fucking loved when I hurt your clit, didn’t you,” he accused, grunting.

  Her mouth went wider as she lifted her hips for his assault. He could feel that animal wanting to play again. Once it started, it never wanted to quit.

  He shoved his cock inside her and grabbed hold of her waist for a vicious jerk. That first impaling and the shriek it brought unleashed more insanity. A wave of fury had him fuck her faster and harder until her tits shook and her moans jolted out with every slap of her ass against him.

  The animal rose hungrier in him and he fought to keep his eyes on her face, remembering he needed her to come. Her climax had the power to send him over a ledge. He didn’t know how, or why, but he knew he needed a ledge to go over. “Play with your clit,” he shot out.

  She fought to rub herself, and Ben grabbed her shoulder blades with both hands, changing the angle of his thrusts.

  “Ben!” she gasped, her brows pulling hard as her mouth went wider.

  “Make it hurt!” he seethed, watching her hand on her pussy.

  She pinched herself and gave a shrill cry before becoming that live wire all over him. That’s what had done it before he remembered, and again, she thrashed and bucked like somebody fighting to escape. It triggered his own orgasm and he dug harder into her shoulder, latching a fist in her hair as his growls grew louder. Her hand flung out and latched behind his neck. The dig of her nails sent pain plowing through his cock, causing his orgasm to erupt like a hellish volcano.

  GOD HELP ME NOT HURT HER! he begged in his mind as the demonic power tore through him. Ben slammed his fist on the counter as his body thrashed with the evil expulsion.

  The second he could move and think, he let out a sick groan of fear. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he croaked, pulling his wife into his arms, hating himself with all his soul while praying he didn’t hurt her.

  ****

  “I should remind you that we are scheduled to return to the states after your recovery. We have at least six months of meetings with the entire medical industry.”

  “I understand,” Ben said. “I can return without alerting anybody, but I need to get to my parents, they need me.”

  “Of course,” Lo said, taking a deep breath and tapping his pen on the desk. “Alice will want to go, you realize. They were all looking forward to the trip.”

  It occurred to Ben, then. “Well…why not just go early. You can take a needed vacation and not let anybody know you’re there until you’re ready.”

  He shot out a laugh with raised browse, gaze still aimed at his desk. “Hide out. My wife and daughter would love that idea. Only, I expect Alice will not want to leave Charlie’s side.”

  “Whatever you decide, my son will honor. We all will,” Ben decided.

  “She’s going to be eighteen in a couple of months. She reminds me of this daily.”

  Ben nodded, wondering what he was getting at. He hoped it wasn’t what he thought. The last thing he needed was having his daughter around while he was possibly having some kind of psychotic break. And yet, letting Charlie stay with Alice meant not having him there to protect his mother.

  “Ben, I need to ask a huge favor,” Lo finally said with a sigh.

  Fuck. “Anything,” Ben said, praying he could give it.

  “Would you be opposed to allowing me to put you and your family up at an undisclosed location with Alice and Haiku while my wife and I remain to finish up arrangements before joining you?”

  Ben stared, quickly calculating. “Where?” he wondered, while realizing Haiku was the perfect answer. Another pair of eyes but not the kind he couldn’t hide from. Lo was another matter, as was his perceptive wife.

  “Anywhere of your choosing,” Lo offered.

  Ben bit his tongue on Nebraska, nodding a little as though considering. “I suppose that would be fine. We were thinking of vacationing in Nebraska once things got back to normal. And it’s not too far from my parents.”

  Lo let out a huge gasp. “What a relief,” he said, resting his forearms on his desk, shaking his head. “I have gained my wife and daughter back with this.”

  “I’m sorry…” Had Ben missed something?

  He shook his head with a laugh. “I might have been in the doghouse for a while. Your son is a good boy, better than I may have realized. I’m supposed to protect my girls, and they make it very difficult.”

  “I understand,” Ben said with a firm conviction. “As you should. I’m glad Alice found my son. He’ll protect her just as you would. And, so will I.”

  He gave another sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging a few more inches. “Thank you, Ben. Your son has been nothing but respectful with my daughter and I need to let him know personally how much that means to me and my wife. So, Nebraska? Tell me what’s great about it so I can sell it to my wife.”

  “Oh, it’s…a great state.” Ben dug through his brain for useful information. “Chili and cinnamon rolls,” he said, having no idea what he was talking about. “There’s a little restaurant there that serves the best Chili and cinnamon rolls.” Ben’s stomach twisted as he realized how he knew that.

  “I will take your word for it,” Lo said, not actually interested, thankfully. “And how are you doing?”

  “Great,” Ben said, getting Lo’s immediate proud smiles.

  “I wasn’t a religious man, Ben, but after seeing you do so amazing on all fronts…the idea of the divine is hard to ignore.”

  Ben smiled back with a nod even though he didn’t believe him. It was just nice talk and Ben was ready to be done with all forms of it. His mind was on Cheryl and if she was really okay. But it was also on things he still wanted to do with her. His brain tormented him with seeing her in various positions with him punishing her. He felt like it was a step up from murder, but the sick ideas for punishment weren’t much better.

  “Email me the location in Nebraska you’d like to go, and I’ll arrange it. When would you like to leave?”

  “As soon as possible.”

  Ben nodded with a shrug of surrender. “I’ll see to everything.”

  ****

  “He said yes,” Ben said at finding Cheryl in the closet. Even with her fear and surprise at seeing him, the flash of heat in her eyes made him shut the door. When he turned, he found her kneeling before him, fighting to open his jeans. The sight was different to his brain and seemed to throw his usual violent need off a li
ttle. Curious with it, he fisted her hair in his right hand and forced his cock deep in her mouth.

  She braced her hands against his heaving stomach, her nails digging as she fought not to gag, her teeth raking his cock. The different kind of ecstasy mixed with the usual urges, creating more curiosity and the need to follow where it went. Her aggression wasn’t new to him, but it had a different affect, took him to a different place in his head, a different time it seemed.

  She fought to get his leg opened and he put his foot on the shelf to his left. The position fed the new hunger and he braced a hand on the door jamb while gripping the clothes bar on the left.

  He gave hissing grunts when she angled her mouth on his cock and bit all along the length while looking up at him in a drunken lust. His breath rushed out as she lowered her hungry mouth to his balls and sucked left, right and center, before she lifted his cock and pulled him taut for a lick along the rear of his sack.

  “Cheryl,” he croaked, still not touching her or even needing to. “Don’t…don’t touch my butt,” he heard himself say in a lusty voice, as he struggled to open himself for it.

  She eyed him, her hand stroking where he said not to touch while she used her teeth on the rim of his cock.

  “Don’t…put your finger in it,” he begged, grunting with need. “Don’t put it in so fast and deep.”

  She disobeyed and the feeling of her finger pushing in deep and moving in and out fast brought his orgasm almost instantly. Still, he didn’t touch her as she sucked him deep, banging his cock at the back of her throat while fucking his ass with a naughty perfection.

  After she sucked him down to the last drop, she slowly rose, kissing his body as she did. Ben watched her, seeming stuck in that strange dynamic that she’d stumbled him into. Even when her lips reached his, he gave moans at tasting his cum on her tongue, the idea doing something entirely different to him. What the fuck… Her fingers stroked along his face and he closed his eyes, loving the feeling. “Cheryl,” he whispered, wanting to tell her not to stop, not understanding what he wanted. He wanted to bury his face in her breasts and snuggle with her in that closet in the dark. He turned off the light and pulled her to the floor, doing exactly that.

  Then he slept soundly.

  Charlie’s Angel

  The second Charlie opened the door to the roof, Alice pulled him out and kissed him. It felt like months since their first kiss and his attempt to push her away in panic ended in him pulling her closer, kissing her deeper.

  She held his face, taking full advantage of his weakness. “I get to go to America with you,” she finally blasted in his mouth, making him pull up in shock.

  “What?”

  She nodded, smiling. “My father is paying for everything. Haiku will come along to babysit while my dad and mom finish up here and meet us there, because they were planning to go anyway after your dad’s recovery,” she finished all in one breath with a giggle and bounce.

  “Does my dad know?”

  “He’s the one who talked to him, so yes,” she cried.

  Charlie hadn’t had a chance to find out. The thought of getting to bring Alice home shot a thrill through him. He leaned and kissed her, allowing himself that one indulgence, swearing to himself he’d not make a habit of it. And then she grabbed his dick and his breath caught. He tried to remove her, and she held tighter, kissing him deeper. Somehow, his beg to stop turned into helping her undo his pants.

  The moment her fingers gripped him with hunger, he was lost. Their breaths clashed and Charlie decided he couldn’t let her do that again, her pleasure just him.

  He walked her into the wall behind them and took her hands, putting them above her head and out of his way. He needed to think, and her touch was kryptonite to his control. But seeing her panting with her eyes closed, waiting for more drove him crazy. Just one touch, one time. For her. God, for him too. But he couldn’t do it if she touched him, he knew. He held her wrists with one hand and took the long route to where he intended to go. He slid his hand over her face, then lips, stroked her neck with his fingers, then went boldly but slowly over her breast, allowing the tips of his fingers to stroke over her nipple as he did.

  “Charlie,” she whimpered.

  He continued lower, making sure to blaze a firm trail right over her sex before reaching the edge of her skirt.

  He made his way under it, his hand sliding between her soft, warm thighs.

  “Charlie,” she gasped, lifting her leg and pushing it into his groin, giving him full access.

  He answered with a shuddered breath of appreciation, watching her face for those clues and answers as his fingers found satin panties. He stroked over her softness and her mouth flew open with a soft cry. He continued stroking and pressing into the softness beyond every inch of that satiny surface. “You like it here?” he whispered, when her moans increased at one spot.

  She worked one of her hands free and covered his hand with hers, pressing his fingers on her sex. Heat hammered in his groin as she showed him, moving his fingers in a circle on her. With a delicate moan, she returned her wrist back to its place, telling him she enjoyed being imprisoned like that. The idea made him grip her wrists tighter as he realized what she’d just done. She’d told him exactly where her dice were hidden. Charlie marked the spot with a perfection, his fingers taking over what she’d shown.

  Her “Yes, yes, yes,” made it all too easy, almost like cheating. He’d never been so hungry for anything as he moved her panties aside, needing to know this spot perfectly. “Alice,” he croaked at encountering her wet, hot skin. “Right here?” he whispered, moving those circles over the small nub he knew as her clitoris.

  “Yes, yes,” she nodded, her breaths shaking with every other moan.

  “Do I keep going?” he asked, kissing at the edge of her mouth.

  “Yes,” she shot out, maybe panicked that he would stop. “Rub it.”

  He’d never heard her beg so sweetly and decided he loved her doing that. “Like this?” he asked, noticing the slower and more exact he moved on it, the wider her mouth got.

  “It’s hot, Charlie,” she gasped, pushing her leg harder into his dick.

  “Is it?” he said, astonished as he watched her, pushing himself back into her leg.

  “So hot,” she nodded, her moans straining more. “Charlie,” she added, like a warning beg.

  “Tell me what to do, sweet Alice,” he whispered, kissing at her mouth.

  “Faster,” she said, panting.

  He carefully sped up, not changing pressure. “You’re so wet, Alice,” he whispered, licking at her lips. “I want to kiss you where my fingers are,” he realized.

  She began to shudder and cry out right before his eyes. He watched her climax, not wanting to miss what she looked like during that, and God, he would never stop seeing that pained rapture on her beautiful face. He’d never stop wanting to cause it.

  He remembered what had brought her climax and he devoured her mouth while he still rubbed those soft circles. “You want me to kiss you there,” he realized. “Alice,” he gushed, the idea making him crazy. “Now I’ll never stop dreaming that.”

  “I already dream of this,” she shuddered, again pulling her hand out of his hold and pushing his touch further inside her panties.

  “Oh God, Alice,” he whispered, feeling her hot, dripping center. “You’re so wet and soft.” He pushed his middle finger inside her tight opening and again, she showed him the answer keys, moving him in and out of her, faster, deeper.

  When he took over, she returned her wrist to its place and he showed her what a quick learner he was. This part of her was intoxicating to him and made his legs weak. He closed his eyes, sliding his lips along her face, imagining what it would feel like being inside her.

  The moment he released her wrists, she dropped to her knees and pushed him against the wall. There was no time to panic as his dick disappeared deep into her mouth. Again, he hurried to stop her, only to clutch her head and help her d
o it perfectly.

  She moaned with such a delicious vibration all over him it nearly made him come. She added to the torment by dragging her fingernails over his stomach, a hungry raking that went perfectly with the sucking and licking she assaulted him with. He forced her head back a little, moving the head of his dick in and out of her lips faster. She used her other hand to stroke up and down his length while learning him just like he’d learned her, tending with a perfection to that spot of furious pleasure.

  “Alice,” he groaned, pumping himself faster. “I need to… come so hard,” he warned, hoping she realized her mouth was in the way. She sucked with a greater fervor, not seeming to care. He heaved with the building pressure, groaning more as he watched her, pushing himself deeper. She turned up the pleasure and forced the head against the back of her throat. Charlie gripped her head, his fingers closing in her hair as he seethed through wave after wave of boiling hot pleasure. He didn’t even realize she’d never stopped, never once let up. She’d sucked his orgasm right out of him and still moved her mouth slowly on his softening dick. He stared down at the sight and stroked his fingers along her face. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, gasping when she pulled off, giving the sensitive head a flick with her tongue before she stood, breathless and smiling.

  “Did you like it?”

  He stared at her lips and kissed them softly. “Alice in Wonderland,” he whispered, earning a light moan in his mouth. “Why are you so naughty with me?” It was the truth and she seemed to like it.

  “I can’t help it,” she answered weakly. “It’s your fault. You make want to.”

  He grinned on her mouth, reaching between her legs and stroking one last time over his new favorite spot in the world. “Just saying goodbye until next time,” he promised at her worried moan.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him so tight. He returned the hug, holding her to his body, feeling her pressed exactly into him. “You’re so perfect, you know that?” he whispered in her ear. “All mine and perfect.”