by H. Q. Frost
I didn't think I'd enjoy my name on a woman's lips during her ecstasy but I want to hear it again and again while I'm inside her. I slide the straps off her shoulders and the dress falls at our feet. Scooping her up, I carry her to the bed and gently lay her down. My eyes scan her body several times and I can't believe the predominant thought in my head right now. If I lay down with this woman, I'm afraid we'll both get the wrong idea.
"Sleep," I say and kiss her forehead.
"Callum," she says tiredly and latches onto my arm. Her eyelids are half-mast and the sexy look on her face has me at full mast and almost tearing my clothes off. "You won't stay?" Her other arm spreads over the empty space next to her.
"You need your sleep." I look over that perfect body once more and swallow my groan.
"I could—" She pauses to yawn and I smile an actual smile.
Why are words like 'perfection' and 'gorgeous' suddenly replacing all other thoughts I've ever had about this woman? Because I need to get away from her. Her spell would never last a lifetime.
"Goodnight, my pleasure." I slide my fingertips over her hip and turn for the door quickly before my dick takes over.
I hope that erases her thoughts that I don't want to touch her.
I avoided her. I acted like a coward but only so I wouldn't act like a caveman. My want to claim Ms. Reif is becoming obsessive. I want to be her first for everything and I even found myself getting jealous I wasn't her first kiss. Innocence has never been a turn on before her. Obsession is a light word when it comes to my sudden feelings toward her. I touched her and I never wanted to stop. The noises she made in person were so much different than when I listened through her door. They've consumed me and sometimes when I'm sitting in silence, I can hear them so clearly I actually look around for her.
In order to stay out of her bed, out from between her thighs, I have to stay away from her. The last thing I want is her head getting confused like mine is. I'm confused. I'll admit I've confused myself so much so that I would rather isolate myself from everyone than try to understand what I'm feeling. That doesn't mean she isn't in my head. She's filling too many of my thoughts and it's rather unfortunate I have taken a sudden liking to her because I know it can't be real. Things like this aren't real for me.
I manage to avoid her for three weeks and because of it, I shower her with gifts, tenfold than before the wedding. There's no real reason why other than guilt. I left her satisfied and her come dripping between her thighs the night of our wedding, and then I ghosted her.
"No!" At the sound of her screamed word, I stand from my chair abruptly. The two gentlemen in front of my desk look from me then back toward my closed door.
"Excuse me," I say, but before I can get to the door, she bursts through with my latest gift in her hand.
I ordered the finest pastries from a bakery in Copenhagen and had them delivered. In her hand is my favorite cake. The Sportskage. I smile upon seeing it, then look into her face at the fury. My vision is obstructed when she slams me in the face with my favorite dessert. Before I can clear my eyes, she's gone and the laughter at my back makes heat rise all the way to my ears. Flinging the cream from my face and hands I storm after the infuriating woman. I'm in the middle of a very important meeting with important people and she throws a cake in my face!
"Ms. Reif!" My voice travels the scarce hall and as I menace toward the direction I know she'll be, I see staff running into rooms to get out of my path and hide. "Mrs. Carbon!" I shout words I never thought I would, but yet she doesn't appear.
I'm still covered in cream. My suit is ruined. And suddenly my favorite dessert tastes bitter. The door to the cat's room bounces off the wall when I shove it and there she stands with her cat. I knew she'd be here. While avoiding her, that didn't mean I wasn't sneaking around these halls checking up on her. She's been passing time with this cat.
"Ms. Reif!"
"Call me that again and I'll let his collar go!" she threatens and I reel back, not expecting anger to be thrown back at me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I can't seem to lower my voice even though I'd prefer this to be kept private. But I'm livid.
"I don't want your pastries!" As she screams at me, she struggles the cat into its cage. "I don't want your jewelry." After locking the latch, she yanks a twelve thousand dollar Cartier bracelet from her wrist and throws it at me. "I don't want any of this!"
A ring, earrings, and a necklace join her bracelet as she strips her body of the jewelry I've been gifting her. I dodge the pricey handmade Japanese hair sticks that are flung like throwing stars. Noticing her hair color changed again, a smile begins to pull at my lips until I taste the cake and remember why we're in this situation. A shoe is flung at my head and before the other follows, I dart into the hall, slamming the door. It doesn't keep her away. The door opens and she moves like a typhoon, stripping her clothing and throwing them at me.
"I don't want your gifts!"
As she stands in the hall in an expensive set of underwear I also purchased her, she finally stops. Unable to keep my eyes from perusing her body, I eventually look into her face.
"What do you want?" I scream at the naked woman while throwing my suit coat to the floor.
"Your attention," she says like I've just pierced her heart with a sword.
Not expecting that, I step back like she just slapped me. How could I be so stupid to think I could buy her distance? She doesn't understand why I've been pushing her away, but I think I've taken it too far with the pastries. I've spent well over three hundred thousand dollars to get her to leave me alone. I've had staff tipping me off to her whereabouts so, as much as I didn't want to, I could avoid seeing her face to face. I've been conducting business outside of the home to stay away from her. Now she's stripped and bared in the hallway as if I was the one to lay her naked for everyone to see.
We've been staring at each other for minutes, and I'm still shocked she's done all this. When she lifts her hands and wipes away tears I hadn't noticed before, I finally see past the insanity and realize it was I that was acting unstable.
"I'm pregnant," she says through tears.
Pregnant? How? Did she go back to the doctor and do the procedure again without telling me? I've been so busy pushing her away, I hadn't put thought into the offspring we need to bear.
"Magdelena." My tone expresses my remorse but I've waited too long to address her and her back is to me as she walks away. Everyone else that gathered in the hallway to watch the show stares at me, letting me know I'm the fool.
Staff, my aunt, Lol, the gentlemen I was in a meeting with. They were all privy to my wife's perfect body. To her insanity. To the hurt I've intentionally caused.
Dropping my head a moment, I clear my throat. "Get back to work," I say calmly, though I'm feeling anything but calm. The staff scatters like bugs.
"Well, go get her, Carbon," Tim Meadows says with a laugh like he finds me to be stupid.
Tim trusts me with his billion dollar company and for him to talk to me as if I'm ignorant makes me angry enough to spit. But I don't. I go after my wife.
Covered in cream, I run the halls of my home in the most uncharacteristic way. This woman has turned me into a young man chasing tail. Except this tail is worth the chase and the groveling I'll have to do to gain her forgiveness. She's my wife. And she wants my attention. Not my money. We have months to play this game.
"Mag." I push open the bedroom door and my eyes skim the room that has boxes stacked everywhere.
Not until I enter do I realize these are the items I've been purchasing as gifts for the past couple weeks. Half aren't even opened.
Hearing her cries coming from the bathroom, I move that way. There's makeup, hair products, and more strewn about and I realize these are items I’ve also purchased.
"Pleasure," I say softly and the hateful look I get as she turns to face me makes me want to take cover.
"I'm not your pleasure," she seethes and it makes me flinch. "I'm y
our wife that you're trying to pay off with expensive clothes, makeup, jewelry. Food!" she shrieks at the insanity I finally realize was overboard as I see the items scattered everywhere. "Where have you been, Callum?" I wince at the shriek that pierces my eardrums but when she breaks down, I go to her while she crumbles to the floor. I pull her into my lap. The woman's bawling like I've left her to bleed out after a sword wound.
"Magdelena." I pull her against my chest and hold tight. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Flailing, she tries to push away from me but I don't let go. My grip tightens and I try to soothe the emotional mess by caressing her powder pink hair.
"I admit I've been buying you gifts because we haven't been able to spend time together."
"Why don't you want to be around me? Did I do something wrong that night? You made me think…think…" Hiccupping sobs make her body vibrate against mine.
"What night?" I ask, though I know what she's referring to.
"The night you…" She trails off.
"No," I whisper and hold her tighter. "You were perfect. You are perfect. I'm the imperfect one. I want you in a way I can't have you and I don't know how to control the impulses other than ignoring you."
Her body pulls back and she looks into my face. The red nose and cheeks with glistening eyes make me frown.
"I'm sorry."
"How do you want me that you can't have me?" she asks in a hoarse voice.
Even now, after all that and the tear stained face, I can't stop thinking about claiming her.
"We're married, Callum. You can have me any way you want me." When her lip starts to quiver, I capture it between mine before the tears start.
Feeling those lips on mine, I release a moan of ecstasy that I can touch her again. She's weightless as I move her to the bathroom floor and we kiss like we're getting reacquainted. When her hands become needier and she begins pulling, I almost tear the violet bra and panties off.
"Magdelena," I groan and use all decency inside me to hold myself up and stop kissing her.
But when she starts to sob again and covers her face, I quickly cradle her head with one hand and use the other to pull her blockade away from that beautiful face.
"Don't cry."
"I'm pregnant, Callum. I've done what I was supposed to."
I lift up enough to look into her face. "Thank you."
"Oh god," she groans and fights me away from her. "This is all so fucked up! I'm your fucking wife and I had a doctor inseminate me! I haven't seen you in three weeks. I had to be reassured you weren't dead, or fled the country. Why would you touch me that night if you had no intentions of ever doing it again?"
"I don't want to intentionally hurt you."
She scrambles to her feet and I reach out, not wanting her to flail like that. My eyes go to her flat stomach. She's pregnant.
"My body? Or my heart, Callum?" she demands to know but I don't want to answer. "Answer me, motherfucker!" she shoves me and I stumble back.
"Your heart," I tell her because she won't let me out of this corner.
Her face falls and her eyes drift away. I lower my head.
"Then use me. That's all I want from you anyway. Sexual attention. Use me, Callum. My heart hates you, but my body craves you. Use me." She reaches to her back and unhooks her bra. Perfect tits call to me and when she lowers her panties, I close my eyes.
Why does this feel wrong to use her? She wants it, I want it. I just fear it'll be my heart getting hurt.
"Let me touch you," she says in a tone that could make me grovel.
I reach over and turn on the shower before ripping my shirt off, disregarding the buttons. I'm covered in cream from the cake, but I'll take her in the shower. She stands like a statue while I undress and when I look at her, all I see is perfection.
Before I can make my own move, he grabs me and lifts me, stepping into the shower. The pain of his denial for the past three weeks is forgotten when his lips claim mine. I found out four days ago I'm pregnant, but I've been stupidly waiting for him to come around. I claim all I want is his sexual attention, though it's more, but I'm grown enough I can accept that won't happen. So I'm going to get something else I want. Sex.
"Fuck me, Callum," I breathe.
The friction between our bodies could make me burst and all I want is for him to enter me.
"You threw a fucking cake at me," he says before his mouth blocks me from responding.
I rip my lips from his. "Fuck me, Callum, now." I try to adjust while he has me pinned against the wall hovering just above his hard dick.
"Are you ready for me?" His hand slides between us and when he reaches his destination, his eyes meet mine again. "I've fantasized about this for weeks," he growls, slowly lowering me. "Dreamed about filling you."
"Then do it." I try to thrust down but he stops me.
"Stop, before I hurt you," he demands and holds my ass in his hands, stopping me from impaling myself over him.
"I need it," I claim while his mouth goes for my neck.
"Are you really pregnant?" His lips move to my ear and his dick rubs against my eager opening. "Mag, answer me. Were you lying?"
I can't focus on his words when I'm ready for him but I shake my head no.
"I'm pregnant, Callum."
"Fuck," he grunts and starts sliding into me.
I yelp at the unexpected feeling and he pauses. "No, don't stop." I wiggle.
"Slow," he tells me as he lowers me steadily, filling me gently.
It doesn't stop the burn of invasion, but the pleasure of lust makes me want more. I wiggle and try to move faster, but he grips me tight.
"Just use me, Callum. Use me like you'll never see me again." My words open the flood gates and he thrusts into me, immediately making me love and hate I just said that. I want it. The pain, the hate, the feeling of being disposable.
One hand is in my hair and the other is holding me up, keeping me pinned to the wall while he thrusts deep and hard with each pivot of his hips. I'm going to regret this, I can already feel it, but it's too good to ask for gentle.
"Callum," I cry out in pain that's so pleasurable it makes me realize new things about myself.
"You're my pleasure, my wife, mine to use," he grunts, his hips moving faster. "Mine to fill."
"Yours to sexually abuse." The second the words leave my mouth, he stops and I regret saying that. "Callum?"
"Fuck," he growls and yanks my head to the side. His teeth dig into my flesh and I scream out while grabbing onto his hair.
I don't know this side of myself but I like it and I don't want him to stop showing me that I enjoy this. His grasp is coveting but I know my naivety is making it seem that way. This is the first man to be inside my body and it's natural for me to want it to be out of love. The rational part of me knows it's anything but. It's exactly what I just begged him for. Using me as a warm, wet hole.
I will be in a lot of pain after this and it almost makes me stop him. Only because the pain will make me remember feeling him inside me like this and this memory is supposed to bring a love filled smile. My smile will be sex-crazed, not love filled.
At this moment, as he grunts in my ear and his pumping becomes jerky and I feel his heat shooting into me, I don't give a damn. I'll take a million more days of this, even without an orgasm.
He's panting heavily and the grip he's using to hold me to his body will leave marks, but I don't move until he does. My legs wobble but I don't let him see it. My head's spinning but I won't let him know it. My entire body is throbbing but I won't admit to it. I rinse off under the stream and step out of the shower, leaving him. I'm tingling everywhere and I could sleep for a day. But I act casual and grab my clothes.
"Will you join me for dinner?" he asks when he steps into my room, his dirty clothes in his hands.
I look over at him as he dresses. My eyes scan his body and I stupidly find myself lucky. My husband's attractive. Sexy. He smells good. He obviously fucks good. But the stupidity of it is he'
s not a real husband.
"No," I respond. As I turn away from him, I notice his abrupt movement when he looks at me but I don't bother sparing him a glance.
"No?" he asks in disbelief.
"No, thank you." I pull up my pants and move into my bedroom.
There's no sense in lying to myself and pretending this is a happy union when it's far from. I want to be used for sex, and at this point in time, he's lawfully the only one supposed to do that, so that's all I want from him.
"Magdelena." He's pissed, but I don't really care. Maybe I can re-gift him one of the many presents he's given me and maybe it'll buy me some space.
Looking over at him, I frown. He ruined that shirt and it looked really good on him. I also like it unbuttoned and hanging open, untucked from his pants. Makes him look carefree. Why does something so beautiful have to be so ugly?
"Yes?"
"You're going to join me for dinner."
I'm feeling like a sex maniac. I'm painfully but deliciously sore and all I want to do is jump back on him.
"No, I'm not."
"You said you wanted my attention!" he barks.
"Yeah and I got it. I'm going riding with Gee."
"While pregnant?" he shouts.
"Dr. Chen said I should stop at twelve weeks but it's safe."
"You're not. I'll have the horses removed from the property. You're not riding." Before I can talk, he's storming out the door and slamming it behind him.
I fall back onto my mattress and giggle in complete happiness I had sex. Good sex. I think it was at least. I liked it. I didn't get off, but I really liked it and I want more of it. I could only imagine if I actually liked the man, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him. God, he was hot, too. All growls and grunts and forceful. Using me like I asked him to. Then his hair was a mess and his clothes were disheveled. We may hate each other, but I don't have to hate this part of our arrangement.
After my accidental public announcement about my pregnancy, everyone started babying me. Gee wouldn't go riding with me. Lol wouldn't allow me to get anything for myself. And suddenly I'm being woken at six in the morning and everything in my room is being moved.