by Marie Force
“No, we’re all set. You can take the rest of the flight off.”
“Oh. Okay, just hit the call button if you need anything.”
“We won’t.” Hopefully she gets the message to stay out. I won’t be responsible for anything she sees if she doesn’t take the hint.
She takes the dishes with her and closes the door.
“That was kinda rude,” my lovely wife says.
“Come back over here.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Natalie secures her wine in one of the cup holders and comes over to stand in front of me. “You beckoned?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Here?”
“Right here.”
She glances over her shoulder at the closed door to the galley. Worrying about the attendant coming back will make this more intense for her, so I don’t allay her concerns.
“Natalie… I wasn’t asking…”
She looks at me again, as if trying to gauge what’s afoot. She has to know that she set me on fire with what she said to me. But because this is new to her, I feel the need to remind her that she still holds all the power. “You know how to say no.”
For a long moment, I wait for her to say the word that will stop everything.
After another tentative glance over her shoulder, she draws the T-shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.
“Keep going.”
The sweatpants travel slowly down her legs, inch by tantalizing inch, until she’s left wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.
“Turn around.”
She is hesitant but does as I request, but she’s crossed her arms over her chest. That’ll never do.
“Hands by your sides.” I can almost see her gritting her teeth as she turns, bare breasted, to face the door that separates us from the flight attendant. Leaning forward, I run my hands from her calves to her thighs and up to cup her ass.
“Flynn…”
“Shhh. No talking.” I slide her panties down until they are snug against the bottom of her cheeks and make a circle of kisses on her bottom.
Then I let my fingers slide through the flood of wetness to find her clit standing up at full attention. I’m satisfied to discover she’s more than wet enough for what I have in mind. Her legs wobble.
While continuing to caress her clit, I put my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.
“Turn back toward me, sweetheart.”
With her panties keeping her legs together, she moves stiffly.
“Take your panties off.”
I can sense her hesitance as she bends to comply with my request. Any second now, she’s sure the flight attendant is going to reappear. She’s about to discover that the fear of getting caught can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I take advantage of the opportunity to remove my own clothes while keeping a close eye on her. When she’s standing upright, her panties on the floor, I hold out my hands to bring her onto my lap, straddling me.
Her hands land on my chest as she tries to find her balance. “Didn’t we just do this?”
“That was before you talked dirty to me.”
“You made me!”
I shrug as if that isn’t true. I got exactly what I wanted—and then some. “Now you have to pay the consequences.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Are you looking for a spanking?”
“You can’t spank me for doing what you told me to.”
“I can spank you for doing it too well.”
“There’s no logic to that.”
“Are you arguing with your Dom, little sub?”
“No.”
“No, who?”
“Sir.”
I fill my hands with her breasts and kiss a path up her neck to bite her earlobe. “I think you like pushing my buttons because you like being spanked.”
“That’s not true.”
“Did I ask you a question? No, I didn’t think so.” She’s so wet, I can feel her moisture collecting on the rigid length of my cock, which wants in on this—right now. “I want you to fuck me this time, Nat.”
“Like this?”
“Just like this.” I want to see the expression on her face when my cock fills her. I want to suck on her nipples and completely overwhelm her senses.
She takes me in hand and guides me into her slick heat, coming down on me slowly, carefully. It’s an effort for her to relax and allow me in when we’re such a tight fit.
I grasp her ass cheeks and hold her open, hoping to ease the entry.
“I-I don’t think I can,” she says when she’s only taken about half of me.
“Yes, you can.” I stroke her clit and make her gasp. I also make her forget she’s trying to resist me, allowing another inch to slide inside her. I love the way her head falls back in complete surrender and the way her breasts jut forward, riding the arch of her back. I can’t resist the sweet temptation right in front of me. Cupping her left breast, I run my tongue around in circles and feel her inner muscles contract around my cock.
I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging until it’s hard and tight against my lips. Ever so gently, I begin to bite down on her nipple, giving her something else to think about other than the tight squeeze of my cock invading her.
Then her arms encircle my head, holding me to her chest. That’s when I know she’s on the verge of leaving all her worries behind and giving herself up to the moment. She takes me to the hilt and shivers, her eyes closing and her head falling back.
Time to bring her back to me. With my arms banding around her, I force her to be still and take her nipple back into my mouth, biting down again, and drawing a whimper from her that makes my cock expand inside her.
“Can’t get bigger,” she whispers. “No more.” Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and a bead of sweat runs from her neck to the valley between her breasts. I’m completely and utterly mesmerized by her.
“Look at me, Natalie.”
She forces her eyes open. They’re glazed and unfocused. I wait until she blinks me into focus.
“How you doing?”
“I-I’m… I don’t know.”
“Feels good?”
“Feels full. Really, really full.”
“That’s my girl,” I say gruffly. “You know what I like. Now move your hips.”
She rolls forward and then backward, sending me deeper than I already was.
“That’s it. That’s the way. Faster now.”
Her hand curls around my neck, and she picks up the pace, the combination of her tight heat and the insistent vibration nothing short of combustible. When her eyes close and her head falls back again, she bites her lip. That’s when I know she’s trying not to come.
I reach between us and find her clit hard and full. The mere touch of my finger makes her gasp. “Not yet.”
“Can’t hold it back.”
“Yes, you can. Don’t stop.” I leave my finger there to make sure that every forward stroke of her hips will bring her clit into contact with my finger.
“Please,” she whispers.
“You can come now.” I bring her lips down on mine to smother the sharp scream that accompanies her release. She thrashes against me, and I hold back as long as I can before I join her, letting go as she collapses into my arms, utterly spent. When I’ve recovered my breath, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
She opens her eyes and blinks twice.
“Welcome back.”
“How do you do this to me every time?” Her voice sounds gravelly and rusty from screaming.
“What did I do?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You know just what to do.”
“Are you tired?”
“I’m wrecked. Utterly and completely ruined.”
“Then I’ve done my job as your husband and as your Dom.” I kiss her and look down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed and worn
and sweaty from our loving. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her. “Get some sleep. We still have a couple of hours to go.”
“Only if you’ll come sleep with me.”
I have scripts to read, proposals to review… A million things I’ve let slide in the last few weeks. I’m so far behind, I may never catch up. But my wife wants me to sleep with her? I’m there.
“Let me clean up our clothes and check on Fluff. I’ll be right back.”
By the time I crawl into bed with her ten minutes later, she’s out cold.
It’s raining when we arrive in LA, where we’re met by Seth and Josh, who drive us home to Flynn’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I guess his house is my house now, too, which reminds me of something I’ve wanted to ask him for a while now.
“Did Valerie live here?”
He pauses midway through opening a beer. “Not really. She never actually moved in. We spent most of the time we were married filming the only two movies we were in together back-to-back.”
“So those aren’t her plates? The sheets on the bed?”
“Mine and mine alone. Everything in this house is mine, and you should feel free to change up anything you want to make it yours, too.”
“That’s nice of you. Thank you.” I pause before I ask the one question that has been weighing on me for days now. “If she never lived here, how did she know about the room in the basement?”
He puts the beer on the counter and leans his hip against it, crossing his arms. As always, the topic of Valerie raises his hackles. “After we wrapped the second film, we were talking about finally moving in together, officially, when I decided I should tell her about it. I showed her the room, which was much less elaborate then than it is now. Obviously, it was a huge mistake to take her down there, because she had no desire to understand me or what’s important to me.”
“She has no idea what she missed out on.”
He stares at me in that intense way he does so well. “When you show me how badly you want to understand me, it gets me,” he says softly, “right here.” He lays his hand over his heart. “I actually feel it.”
I go to him and kiss him, caressing the stubble on his jaw. “I know that feeling. I get it, too.”
Putting his arms around me, he holds me for a long quiet moment. “Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. Slide to the end of the bed with your legs as far apart as you can get them. I’ll be right there.”
“Are you serious? We’ve had sex—wild, monkey sex—three times today already. You’re going to break me.”
“Who said anything about having sex?”
Crossing my arms, I eye him skeptically. “What’re you up to?”
He takes a drink of his beer. “I have no idea. Now isn’t there something you’re supposed to be doing?”
I shake my head in frustration and amusement. Clearly he enjoys keeping me off balance in this new arrangement of ours. Still wondering what he’s up to, I go into the bedroom, where a rack of clothes is waiting for me—gorgeous dresses in various lengths and colors. And shoes… pair after pair of delicate, beaded, open-toed shoes, posed on top of their boxes.
“Flynn!”
He comes to the door, Fluff along with him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, but what’s all this?”
“Tenley dropped that off for you. We’ve got the Oscar nominee luncheon Monday and the Nominees Night celebration at Spago Monday night. She’ll be here that morning to help you get ready.”
“Is there some sort of list I could get of all these events?”
“I’m sorry. Yes, of course. I’ll ask Addie to get you something and make sure you’re included on all the emails going forward.” He pulls out his phone. “What’s your address?”
“It was my school address. I need to get a new one.”
“We’ll set you up with a Quantum address. Addie will take care of that for us.” He punches in a text and then grimaces. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“Emmett texted me. The meeting with the FBI agent is on for Monday morning.”
“Okay…”
“It’s not okay. We had nothing to do with it, and they’re wasting our time.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s just talk to him and get it over with.”
“It’ll have to be early. I want you to have enough time to get ready for the luncheon.”
“I can do early.”
He sends off another text, presumably to Emmett, and puts the phone in his pocket. “I believe you were supposed to be doing something in here. I’ll leave you to it.”
“But… You still want to do that? Now?”
“Why not now?”
“You’re not angry? About the FBI?”
“No, I’m not. We didn’t do anything, so we have nothing to be angry about, other than the inconvenience of it all. If you’re asking if I’d ever take anger or frustration or anything like that out on you, the answer is a definitive no. If I were truly angry about anything, having to do with you or not, I’d never lay a hand on you. You have my word on that.”
“Thank you for saying it, but I already knew that.”
With a quick nod, he turns and heads for the door. “I’ll be back. Be ready.”
As an independent woman, it should raise my hackles to be told what to do in that brusque tone. But it doesn’t raise my hackles. It turns me on because I know when he talks to me like that, pleasure will follow.
I go into the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. Even though my body is sore and tired, I experience the now-familiar signs of arousal. I remove my clothes, and since I expect him to make me wait anyway, I decide to take a quick shower. After covering my body in the citrus-scented lotion that Flynn loves, I go to the bed and get into the position he’s requested.
My bottom is at the edge, my legs are propped apart, and I’m staring at the ceiling, waiting. Even after everything we’ve already done today, I’m primed for more by the time he enters the room.
He has also showered. His hair is damp, he’s naked and fully aroused. “I love the way you do whatever I ask, that you’re game for anything.”
“I love that you’re sharing this side of yourself with me.”
“You’ve been a very good sport.” He drops to his knees and flattens his hands on my inner thighs, pressing them farther apart.
I wince at the tug of overused muscles protesting the movement.
“Are you sore, sweetheart?”
“A little.”
“We were kind of crazy today.”
“We’re newlyweds. We’re supposed to be crazy.”
“There’s crazy—and then there’s today. I don’t want to push you too hard or too fast.”
“I know how to put a stop to it if I need to.”
“I like to hear you say that, to know you get it.”
I feel the scrape of his stubble against my inner thigh.
My body immediately arches toward him. The impulse is automatic. I want to be close to him. I need to be close to him. He opens me to his tongue and strokes my tender skin gently, soothing as much as arousing. I’m floating on a wave of sensation, and the next stroke of his tongue takes me right to the edge of madness.
“Not yet,” he whispers.
I’m going to lose my mind if he keeps this up much longer. This is the slowest, easiest thing we’ve done all day and yet it’s more. It’s engaging every sense, every erogenous zone. My skin feels hot and too tight to contain all the things he’s making me feel.
“You have permission to come, Natalie.”
I explode, screaming and writhing, my hands fisting his hair to keep him from getting away.
Then he’s screaming, too, and pulling away from me so abruptly that I come crashing back to earth to realize Fluff is attacking him.
“Fluff, no! Stop!” I jump from the bed on rubber legs that threaten to buckle under me to pull her off him. “Bad girl!”
“Oh my God, she bit me right on the as
s!”
He spins around and tries to see behind him, his hard penis flopping as he jerks his body into contortions.
I can’t help it. I begin to laugh. I laugh so hard that tears stream down my face and Fluff tries to lick them up, the way she’s done so many times before. Those were heartbroken tears. These are joyful tears because my husband is so cute and funny as he tries to get a look at his wounded backside where there isn’t so much as a mark.
“Don’t worry,” I say, gasping from laughing, “your career as a butt model hasn’t been ruined.”
“How can you laugh at a moment like this? She attacked me when I was going down on you! I had my fingers in your—”
I cuddle Fluff to my chest and put my hands over her ears. “Not in front of Fluff! You left the door open.”
He advances toward us, a comically sinister expression on his face. “Are you saying it’s my fault because I left the door open?”
“And you made me scream. You’ve known since day one that she’s protective of me.”
“She’s certifiable!”
“She’s my baby.”
Fluff coos as I stroke her. “Naughty girl biting Daddy’s booty. Those buns are insured for millions. You can’t damage the merchandise.”
“Do you know how close she came to my balls where our future children live?”
I bite my lip because I know he won’t appreciate my laughter right now. “She’s very sorry she bit you. Again.”
“That’s three times. You know what they say about three strikes and you’re out?”
“If she’s out, I’m out.”
Through gritted teeth, he says, “Would you please remove her from our bedroom?”
“Don’t worry, precious. Daddy’s not really mad. You threatened his manhood, and boys are really funny about those kinds of threats. He understands that you were only protecting me.” I kiss her face and send her to go lie down in the living room, closing the bedroom door. Turning to him, I find that he’s nowhere near as amused by this as I am. “You have to admit it’s kinda funny.”
“It’s not even sorta funny.”
I pinch my fingers together as he advances on me. “Maybe just a teeny tiny bit funny?” I take a step back and encounter the wall.
“Nope. In fact, since you find it so funny, I assume you won’t mind accepting Fluff’s punishment for her. After all, I can’t exactly spank a poor, defenseless old dog.”