For the next two weeks we hardly spoke. He went to work, and I went to school. I didn’t bring up Paris and he didn’t bring up love or the future. We spent Thanksgiving at my father’s house, putting on a good show but went back to our separate lives as soon as we got home. I missed him and I knew he missed me, but we’d gotten far too close over the last three months and maybe the best thing we could do was take a break before we reached a point of no return. It was never my intention to live a nice, quiet life of domestic bliss in a brownstone in Brooklyn. Yet, I felt like I’d started falling so hard for James, I was liable to give up on all the dreams I’d ever had and let him swallow me up into his idea of a perfect life. I truly loved him, but I wanted more.
Behind his back, I made plans to leave for Paris the day after my 20th birthday. I’d finished my tests early and booked my flight for mid-afternoon, on a day when I knew he’d be working. If he got mad, then he got mad, but now that we’d returned to being married in name only, he should not have had any expectations that I would not do as I pleased.
On my birthday, he took me out for a quiet dinner and made a bad attempt at reconciling with me. But he was still too angry or hurt and everything kept coming out wrong. I didn’t say much, and I never mentioned my trip. The following day, I wrote him a note apologizing for sneaking out, telling him I’d be home in a little over a week and tried to explain my feelings. I had no idea what it would ultimately do to my marriage, but I knew he was in no position to divorce me, not yet anyway.
Terrified he’d come home early and ruin everything, I called a random car service at the last minute with no connections to my father, rushed out of the house with my luggage before anyone nearby could see me and call him, in case I was being watched and took off to JFK Airport. I was a nervous wreck through security, by the gate, even taking my first-class seat, when I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, we were already taxiing on the runway when the first text came in. It was James.
Lucy, why did you leave the house with luggage? Where are you going?
I’m on a plane, James. I need to sign off. I left you a note at the house.
You better not be on your way to Paris, Lucy.
I’ll be back in about a week. I told you I was going. I’m sorry.
Goddamn it, why didn’t I turn my phone off?
Chapter 4
In Paris
My first day in Paris was beautiful, better than anything I could have imagined. After checking into the very elegant Plaza Athenee, just off the Champs Elysees, I made my way to the Louvre to pay my respects to the great painters of Europe. It was cold but I was in heaven, staring up at the Eiffel Tower and retracing some of the steps that my mother told me so much about over the years. A part of me really missed James and wished I’d waited until he was with me to come, but the other part was grateful that he was not allowed to leave the country for another 5 months or he would have certainly been on the next plane over for the sole purpose of dragging me back to Brooklyn.
On my second day, I called my father to let him know I was safe, and he informed me James was furious but said little else—and I didn’t ask. It was best to wait until I got home before I thought too hard on that subject. I didn’t want to feel guilty. I’d deliberately left my phone off since arriving and only kept it in my purse in case of emergencies. There was a good chance it was filled with text and voice messages that I did not want to hear. What was the use? It’s not like I was going home early. I was here and he was there. Yeah right, I’m such an idiot.
Coming back to my hotel room on my second day of sight seeing, I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard his familiar Dublin accent coming up from behind when I closed my room door.
“All you had to do was wait until May, but you had to be a brat and come anyway.” He lifted me off the ground and carried me into the bedroom before I had a chance to respond. Landing on the bed, I stared at him wide-eyed in complete shock.
“What are you doing here? You can’t leave the country!” I tried to dart off the bed, but he caught me and flipped me over his thighs face down.
“I might get deported now, Lucy. The only reason I didn’t arrive last night is because I spent all day yesterday arguing with immigration and when they didn’t give me clearance, I left anyway.” He picked up my skirt roughly and seemed to be preparing to give me a spanking. But that was too outrageous to believe.
“James! What are you doing? Let me up! You’re acting crazy!” I kicked and squirmed in his lap but when he tore off my panties and his hand came down hard on my ass, I gasped out loud in surprise.
“I’ve had enough of your shit, Lucy. Ever since I met you, long before we were married, you’ve been the biggest pain in the ass. You never know when to shut up and you love pushing every single button I have- well good job, you deserve this.” His hand came down again, this time harder, making me cry out in agony.
“You’re hurting me!” I kicked my legs but when he spanked me again and again, I stopped struggling and took my punishment. “Please! It really hurts, James.”
“How could you leave like that, Lucy?” Another spank came down. “You’re not in charge, I am. And I’m not humoring you anymore.” Another spank and another, while I cried softly against the mattress, feeling humiliated and if I’m being completely honest, incredibly aroused. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Jimmy!!” I growled in defiant anger as he tried to spank me again, missing his mark when I rolled off his lap on to the floor.
Trying to crawl away was a mistake-- it just made him angrier. He easily hooked his arm under my waist and carried me back to bed. As I lay there with my skirt hiked up, watching him stand over me undressing, I was amazed by how fucking hot he looked. It had been a long time since he’d been angry with me and I’m pretty sure he’d never once been this furious.
“I’m not afraid of you, Jimmy. I’m telling my father.” I just had to throw in a couple of jabs. It’s a sickness.
“No, you won’t tell your father about this. I can see how wet you are from here. You haven’t had cock in over two weeks, I think you’ll take it however I want to give it to you.” He grabbed my boots, pulled them off before tugging my skirt all the way down. Then taking my arms roughly, he yanked my sweater over my head. Climbing up on the bed, he flipped me over like a rag doll, unhooked my bra and tied my wrists tightly behind my back with it.
Standing back up, he pointed to the area in front of him. “Come over here and get on your knees.” His expression was harsh.
“No! Untie me right now or I’m divorcing you and you really will get deported.”
He chuckled. “Lucy, don’t make me go get you. Get on your knees, now.”
I stared him down and realized he meant business. Although his bossiness was turning me on, it was being in such close vicinity to his massive cock that brought me to my knees. It had been 3 weeks since I had it in my mouth and his scent alone was making me salivate. I hopped off the bed and got on my knees, pouting as I got in front of him.
“Don’t even start with that. I told you it doesn’t work on me.” He pulled my hair back, making me open my mouth and served his huge shaft right in. Since I couldn’t use my hands, he guided it in and out of my mouth, pushing it down my throat as far as it would go then bringing it back up over and over again. He was fucking my face and as I licked and sucked his cock with wild intensity he kept having to stop me for fear he’d cum too fast. James grunted with every plunge into my mouth, watching me and shuddering when I gazed up at him longingly with his fat cock between my lips. Finally overcome with a need to cum, he pulled me off entirely, brought me to my feet, untied my wrists and pushed me down on the bed.
“Open your legs and show me how wet you are.” When I hesitated, he acted like he was going to do it himself, forcing me to bring my knees up and spread my pussy lips for him. I was gushing with fluids.
Smiling, he climbed over me and dragged me to the top of the bed. T
aking a window sash he’d set aside earlier on one of the nightstands, he tied my wrists to the headboard.
“James, why?” I looked at him confused. I was obviously cooperating.
“You think you’re off the hook, Lucy? I haven’t even begun to punish you.” He raised my ass off the mattress and spanked me again. While I cried out in pain, he lowered his head and dipped his tongue deep in my soaked pussy, making me scream louder when he latched on to my clit. Suckling while he fingered me, James rapidly feathered my clit with his tongue, then just when I was about to cum, he stopped.
“Why did you stop? I was so close.” I struggled in my restraints and he spanked me again.
“You’re not cumming, Lucy. You’re not cumming until I let you cum. You have no idea the hell you just put me through. You don’t deserve to cum.” He glared at me angrily as he viciously plunged his enormous cock into my quivering pussy. Bringing my knees forward, he set a brutal pace and I welcomed every second of it. After nearly 3 weeks of going without, I hadn’t realized how much my body had been aching for him.
Thrusting powerfully between my legs, my hips instinctively rocked up to greet his, craving every inch and desperate for release. The smell of his skin as he ground against me, the look of heated lust in his eyes and the feel of his impossibly hard shaft gliding seamlessly against my drenched walls made my climax build up in seconds. Not wanting him to deny me a second time, I kept my moaning to a minimum and tried to control the movement of my hips. He was not fooled. As soon as he felt my tightening pussy start to clench around him, he pulled out again and hovered over me, smiling cruelly.
“James, please! Please! I need to cum. I didn’t leave you. I just came for a week.” I cried out as he penetrated me again, feeling my climax surging once more.
Spreading my thighs wide, he came closer and covered my mouth with his, devouring my lips as he continued to bring me closer to the edge. When he felt me growing nearer, he increased his pace, fucking me without mercy while he stroked my clit. My body trembled underneath him, writhing as I moaned helplessly through his ruthless pummeling. I was about cry, afraid I would be denied again, but he didn’t stop this time.
“Cum for me, Lucy, let me feel you cum all over my cock.” He groaned as he watched my body quickly overcome by convulsions.
“James! Oh God, oh God, I’m cumming!” I shook about in my bindings, trying to reach out to him but he continued to thrust into me, slowing down as he watched me come down from my climax. His torment had been quite spectacular, but mine was just about to begin.
I studied him carefully as his body twitched and tensed. His breath had altered to a succession of quick pants and he was driving as deep as he could go. Gazing into my eyes, he finally noticed I wasn’t making a sound, but simply staring off into space quietly. It was torture for me, because he felt amazing, but his attempt at pulling rank was not going to be permanent.
“What are you doing?” He snapped at me, annoyed that I was ruining his orgasm.
“Oh, am I allowed to enjoy this part?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Lucy! Goddamn it.” He rolled off me and it took every ounce of strength I had not to laugh.
“Can you please untie me? My hands are asleep.” I asked nicely, still behaving submissively for the sake of his fragile ego.
Scowling as he untied my hands, he took each wrist and rubbed the red marks that had formed underneath the sash. “I’m sorry if I hurt you…if I was too rough.”
“Why are you here, James? And don’t patronize me by saying you were worried about me.” I tried to sit up, but he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly against his chest.
“I missed you and I felt like I was losing you…maybe for good.” His voice was filled with remorse, but I had difficulty feeling bad for him.
“James, you never wanted this to be temporary, did you?”
“You know I didn’t.” His tone was almost dismissive.
“Didn’t it occur to you that you needed to woo me before we were married? We spent so much time together and you were always an ass with me.” He interrupted me.
“You were always fighting with me, Lucy!” He furrowed his eyebrows at me and dismissed everything else I said.
I put my hand on his chest to calm him down. “Because you treated me like a kid even though I knew you liked me. Then we got married and it’s been non-stop sex and you wanting to control me. I love you, but I don’t want to be controlled. I don’t think I would have come here if you hadn’t been such a jerk about it.”
“Yes, you would have. I asked you to wait until spring.” He brought me up higher on the bed to look at me.
“No sir, you TOLD me to wait until spring. And why didn’t you even ask me out to dinner before our wedding?” I attempted to turn away, but he held me by my shoulders.
“Because I felt dumb and I was afraid you’d make me feel worse. But you’re right, I should have courted you. I love you, Lucy, more than you know—more than I’m capable of saying. You drive me fucking crazy in a good and bad way.” He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me on to his hips, making me straddle him.
“You did get clearance, didn’t you? You were lying before, weren’t you?” I gazed down at him, cupping my breasts provocatively as I ground down on his semi-hard dick.
“Of course, I did. I’ve been prepared for your bullshit since last week. I just couldn’t get a flight out yesterday and I wanted to make you feel bad.” He reached for my tits, but I slapped his hand away.
“I see. Maybe you deserve to be punished now.” I rubbed his stiff cock on my clit, getting it wet as I passed it up and down my slit.
“Come on, baby. I didn’t get to cum.” James moved to force his way inside me, but I prevented his intrusion.
“You’re going to wait, sweetheart. First someone is going to apologize for being such an ogre to his wife.” I ground harder, moaning as his cock stimulated my clit.
“Baby, you were so wet. You know you liked it.” His mouth watered watching me pleasure myself.
“My enjoyment is irrelevant. Apologize for being a jerk and I’ll stop giving you such a hard time.” I slapped his shaft on my pussy lips, knowing how close he was to cumming.
“I’m sorry, baby. You know I love you. I have been a jerk.” He sounded semi-sincere and since I’d worked myself up into a frenzy, I finally let it slip all the way in. He gasped and immediately began thrusting up from below, bringing me forward to pull me into his arms. We kissed, bit, caressed and held one another in a chaotic, passionate fit of lovemaking that was filled with incoherent ranting and promises I’m not sure the other truly understood.
“I missed you, Lucy. I love…I love you so much.” He flipped me over on my back, I wailed and trembled, tumbling towards my second orgasm. Feeling he was about to cum, I kissed him and wrapped my legs high on his back.
“I love you, James. I’m sorry for everything too. Cum deep inside me, baby. I want to feel all of you. Please.” I cried out against his shoulder as vibrations surged through my tired body, making me shiver helplessly. Lost in an indescribable moment of ecstasy, James plunged harder into me, ramming deeper and deeper, until I felt him unload everything he had, flooding me with cum. It was at that moment that something occurred to me.
“Oh fuck!” James was trying to kiss me when I slapped my forehead in dismay.
“What’s the matter?” He pulled my hand off my face and stared at me wild-eyed. “Baby? What happened? Did I hurt you?”
“James, I never went to get my follow up birth control shot. It was due weeks ago! You just came inside me!” I panicked and rushed off into the restroom.
Chapter 5
Mr. & Mrs. Sullivan & Family
“Are you going to say something, sweetheart?” James held my hand as we looked over the dinner menu in one of Paris’s finest restaurants. I’d been catatonic most of the morning and this was the first meal he’d been able to convince me to eat. “Do you want some wine? You can drink here.”<
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I shook my head timidly. “I can’t. I’m probably pregnant, James.”
“My love, even if by some wild chance I just got you pregnant, having wine less than 24 hours later wouldn’t hurt the baby.” He nudged his glass my way.
Counting the days in my head for what might have been the 47th time, I bit my lip and confessed the rest of my story. “You don’t understand, it’s worse than that. My shot expired two weeks before I made you Irish stew! That was more than a month ago!” I took a deep breath and sunk lower in my seat.
“The thing is, I wasn’t getting my period while I was on the shot, that’s one of the side effects-- so I didn’t think anything of it when I missed my last one. This morning I realized that I am so late!” I covered my face with my hands and sobbed.
James was quiet for minute before sliding his chair closer and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. After leaning in to comfort me he lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “How late?”
“Almost 2 weeks, which means I might be a month pregnant by now!” Burying my head in his chest, I waited for him to call me immature and irresponsible. It was true, I was. How could I fucking forget to go back for my shot?
“And why are you so upset? Is it your age? Or you don’t want to have children? Or is it me?” He looked down at me trying to hide his feelings of rejection.
“James! It’s my age! And I’m still in school….and…and we’ve never even talked about having babies.” I held in my pout and wiped my face.
“Is it so terrible? We’re married. We love each other, don’t we?” Cocking his head to one side, he expected an immediate response.
“Yes, of course we do. But you always say I’m immature. What if I’m a bad mother? And I wanted to travel—what if I never go anywhere now?”
“You’re not immature, you’re just 18 years younger than me and don’t have the same life experience. I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel bad. You’re a lovely person with a good heart and I believe you’ll be a good mother. It would have been better to wait a couple more years, but this happened and if you are pregnant, this is our baby. I’ll be over the moon about any children you give me. I love you, Lucy.” As he kissed my forehead, I could have sworn I felt my heart melt.
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