by Lauren Wood
How weird was that going to be?
Danny
“So, we have to decide which house to stay at. We can stay at my place on 3rd or your place. Where are you at?”
“Same place I grew up.”
“Oh.”
That was not going to do. I needed to be able to park my car without it getting towed or stripped.
“Well my place is rather big. Why don’t we go check it out?”
“I need clothes Danny. The show was supposed to be fixing this.”
I told her I was going to make a couple of calls and I had Leo my assistant find, buy and send something over. It was about twenty minutes later that a few options were brought to her.
“Who was that?”
“My assistant.”
She just shook her head.
“What?”
“Nothing. I can just see that this is going to be something altogether different than what I’m used to. You better have a damn big bed, or we are staying at my place.”
“Why does it have to be so big?”
“Because if you are going to be sleeping in the nude, we are going to need some space.”
I smiled at her. “I really like where your mind goes Deirdre.”
She started to say something, but then closed her mouth.
“You’re going to be impossible, aren’t you?”
I promised her that I would be, and it was clearly not the answer she wanted. But I finally got her to realize that we were going to have to choose a place and her one bedroom wasn’t going to make it all that easy for the both of us to move around.
“Just admit that you don’t want to live without your help.”
I was thinking more along the lines of the steam room, jacuzzi and the barest hope that she wanted to use the gym in the morning.
“Fine, I don’t want to go without the maid and cook, driver. They are essential. We can always go to your place when you want, just as long as we go together.”
She smiled at me, but there was something missing. It obviously wasn’t the answer that she was looking for, but I wasn’t all that worried about it. Deirdre was going to cave. I knew she was, and I was bound and determined to get her in every position that I could. She would break sooner or later. I was on the verge myself, but I kept reminding myself that all I had to do was tempt her and wait just a little bit longer.
We agreed to finally leave the hotel room and to go to my place. She was dressed in what was picked out for her and she looked great. When I told her so, she waved me off. It would appear that she was not very good at taking a compliment. That was going to have to change as well. I wasn’t going to be able to be around her and not say those types of things every once and a while. She was devastatingly beautiful, and I wanted to tell her, and everyone else that I came in contact with.
“Wow.”
“You’ve said that three times. You didn’t even say it that much the first time I made you come ten times in a row.”
That had her mind back to where I wanted it and she turned away. We’d just pulled up and it appeared that my house was bigger than she would have thought.
“This place is huge.”
“I do like to have my own space. There is pretty much everything here, gym, jacuzzi, tennis court, home theater.”
She just kept shaking her head and looking through the windshield in disbelief. I know that there was something about the way she was looking at it all, that made me realize that I was glad that I had kept this part of my life away from her. Every woman I ever met already knew who I was, how much I was worth and were plotting to have my baby.
My wife was nothing like that. Deirdre wasn’t worried about having a baby. She didn’t even want to do the act that was going to make that happen. The fact that I’d already pleasured her many times, gave me an ego hit when she wasn’t ready to do all of those things. I was a man that was made to please and I’d given her enough orgasms that she literally passed out for a couple of minutes. Why I could not have my hands on her was something that I didn’t understand, at all. It just didn’t make sense to me.
I tried to clear the thoughts and the fog out of my head. There was more there than I would have realized.
“So, am I to take it that you like it?”
“I don't see how I couldn't like it. When you said that you had a maid and a cook, I didn't realize that it was because you had freaking manor. How do you even afford this in the city?”
She stopped me before I could answer her.
“Never mind really. The last thing I want to do is talk about money with you. I have a feeling that we are from two very different sides of the spectrum.”
I could tell that she was kind of hung up on the money thing. Most women would love the fact that they had just found out that their husband was wealthy.
“But I have to know.”
“What?”
“You said that you did this for the money.”
Shit.
“Yeah?”
Here we go.
“I don't see why you would do this for the money. That can't be right.”
The truth was that I hadn’t done it for the money. Not in the least bit. The last thing I needed was a million dollars. I could make that very quickly and I certainly didn't need to take a year and live under all these obligations to do so. It was like a drop in the bucket now. Compound interest and investing were far more lucrative.
“I may have made that up.”
“You think?”
I smiled at her. She was so sassy sometimes and I really did like how feisty she was. It was nice to meet a woman with personality.
“So, what is the real reason that you put yourself in a gameshow to marry a stranger?”
“Isn't it obvious?”
We were about to go inside, and I had stepped a little closer. I could feel her breath at my face and I leaned down to kiss her before I even thought about it. She had spent a lot of time talking about boundaries and what could and couldn’t happen, but at the end of the day, I couldn't stop myself. Her lips have been slightly pursed like they were dying for me to touch them and I couldn’t help myself. She was just too beautiful to say no.
I pulled her closer for only a second before her body will pressed against mine and her lips opened up for my mine. It was a familiar taste and feeling that came over me when she started kissing me back. This is what I remember from our first night together and that is where I wanted to be. I wanted it to be simple and carefree again, where we didn't have to worry about anything other than us. There's so much more in the way now.
“I came here for you Deirdre. I thought you would recognize that by now.”
She didn't say anything for several moments and I wasn't sure if she was even listening anymore. Something had come over her.
“But we don’t even know each other.”
“I know enough.”
Deirdre
The first week as husband and wife was filled with many ups and downs. It was almost impossible for us to stay away from each other because we were sleeping in the same bed. Danny’s bed was big, but it was no match for the two of us sleeping. Every night we went to sleep on the opposite sides and then the next morning, we woke up entwined in each other’s arms.
The first week that we lived together as husband and wife was weird. The daytime wasn't too bad because Danny had to go to work, as well as me. It was the night time when we both came home and had an awkward dinner that it all went downhill. Then we would both look up to the stairs, knowing that we were going to have to go lay down together.
Then we would be lying in bed together and my mind would be on what we weren’t doing, even though we were really good at it. The worst part was that even though we started out apart at night, every single morning I'd woken up in his arms and it had taken several moments for me to untangle myself from his limbs. I always woke him up and then we had to suffer through a very awkward few minutes, before I would take off to the shower or downstairs
to make coffee.
This morning was no different and when I opened my eyes, I already knew that I was back in my husband’s arms. It wasn't the worst thing of course, but it was at the moment. I could feel his hot skin next to me and it didn't take long for me to feel that once again, all of him was hard. It was all pressed up against me and I was slightly drooling on his chest. I lifted my head up, wiped my mouth and tried my best to get away without waking him up. But I never did.
“You know, of all the things I thought I would like about marriage, I never thought it would be this.”
He always had something ridiculously to say. I honestly think he didn't even try, that it all just came out smooth as butter no matter what he did.
“I never thought my husband would be so full of shit either, but here we are.”
He just shook his head and clicked his tongue at me. “I don't know how you can be so fiery first thing in the morning. I at least need to get some coffee first.”
“I need coffee as well, but need to shower before anything. Maybe that will wake me up.”
He asked me if I would like some company. It was the same thing that he’d asked me every single time I got to the shower first. Most men would have given up by now, because I had literally turned him down five plus times a day since we were married. He would pose a question, knowing that I was going to say no, and he would just smile at my answer. Like it was cute or something.
“No, I think I can handle it.”
“Well when you get sick of handling it by yourself, wife, just let me know. I am always here to help in all matters.”
His words made me realize how much I wanted his help. I had given up on taking care of it myself, because it always ended in frustration for me. It wasn't what I wanted. It was like craving chocolate and somebody giving me a carrot. It was so far from the original desire, that I did not satiate my hunger at all.
“I will make sure to do that. Now can you cover that thing up please?”
He looked down at his growing and twitching cock and kind of smiled at me. Danny had never touched himself in front of me, but he certainly didn't have the modesty bone that I wished he did. I had seen him naked pretty much every single day since we've been married and of course, the day before that. It was hard to forget that I was living with a guy and we weren't having sex because he was very comfortable showing his body off and the memories of his skill was still ripe in my mind.
“Sure, I was just going to give you a little inspiration to get you going in the shower.”
“I am going in there to wash my hair and shave Danny. That's it.”
“I would still love to watch you.”
Any other time I would just leave him to it, but there was something about this morning. I instead snapped back that if he was going to watch, than he was going to help. I didn't want him to watch and I certainly didn't want him helping, but he agreed so quickly, and I was swept up in it, that there was nothing I could do. I had put myself out there and now I wish I’d just shut up. I thought that way a lot around Danny. I always ended up saying stupid things and now he was following me into the shower.
When he closed the door behind him, I heard that click and the sound just got me. I didn't comment. I didn't feel like it was going to do me any good anyways.
“So, you're really going to stand there and watch?”
He let the sheet fall down into the floor and smiled at me. I was still standing in the same spot, my feet rooted to the ground, as he went over to turn the shower on. He had no problem showing every inch of his hard lines and it was really starting to get to me.
“Are you going to stand there and watch or are you getting in here with me to wake up?”
I didn’t know what to say, because I was too busy looking at the chiseled body that he had. His dick swung around every time he moved, and it was impossible for me to stop from looking. I certainly didn’t want to. It was too nice of a view as far as I was concerned.
“No, I’m not watching you.” Though I really could happily for hours.
“Then take those clothes off and get in. I will wash your back.”
I moved towards the shower, but knew that I was walking into my own doom. It wasn’t going to turn out well. I was going to lose myself, as I did every time I was in his arms. The idea of his hands touching me already had me shivering and if he wasn’t so conceited, I would have walked away. But I had something to prove, to him and myself.
“Why do you look like I'm going to eat you Deirdre?”
“Because your kind of giving off the whole big bad wolf vibe Danny.”
“Hurry up and get in here.”
“I don't know if that's a good idea.”
“It most likely isn't if you're trying to keep this platonic.”
I was trying to keep it platonic, but I knew that I had to take the risk. I had to show Danny that he didn't have control over me, even if he did.
Danny
When I got in the shower, I could tell that it wasn’t just me that was affected. She was shaking when I touched her, and she wouldn't even look at me. She wouldn't look down either, because I was as naked as she was. The weird thing was that I knew she wasn’t innocent. Far from it. But she sure did act like it.
“I never knew you were this shy. You certainly weren't shy that night.”
“That was different.”
“How is it different?”
“Because I didn't have to wake up with you the next morning. And every morning for the next three hundred and fifty days.”
“You're keeping count?”
“Yeah aren't you?”
“No and if I was, it wouldn't be a countdown to when this was over.”
She started to disagree with me, I could hear it in her voice, so I decided it was time to start washing her back to change the subject. That was the reason I was in here after all. As soon as my hands touched her shoulders, she didn't have anything else to say.
That raw need that I felt before, was even more prominent underneath my fingertips. I lathered up my hands and started to slip them on her perfect skin. It felt good to me and I knew that it felt good to her, because she finally started to relax. I stayed within the square that was just her back for a time, but soon I started to pass over those lines. Her back was clean, so I started to go lower, cupping her ass. I felt her shiver, but she didn't stop me, which gave me the assurance that I could keep going.
My hands found their way to the top of her and I moved my hands to reach around her front. It pulled her closer to me, so that I could get my arms around her and I heard the whimper come from between her lips.
“Does that feel good?”
There was no verbal answer, but her body backed up against me and I felt my cock slip in between my legs. We both stopped for a moment and I was tempted to angle upwards and to press forward. It would have been so easy, and I was still sure that if I was inside of her suddenly, she wouldn’t be able to deny how much she wanted it. It was a big chance, but it was one that I actually wanted to take. I wanted her that badly.
But instead, I angled through her thighs and rubbed my cock along her core. I hoped that she was feeling it on her clit and it was Deirdre that moved her hips a little bit. It made me rub against her even more and I could hear whimpers coming from her. My hands cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples, as I ran my cock back and forth between her legs. A part of it came out the other side and I jerked when I felt her hand come out to massage the tip as it came through.
This wasn’t at all what I wanted, but it was getting there. I was getting there as well, something I realized when I was seconds away from coming. I pulled back to catch my breath, but she whined from the lack of touch, so I slid back between her legs, but I abandoned one of her breasts. I used my new free hand to slide in between her legs. She jumped as I found her core and she wasn’t able to settle herself. Within seconds she was coming, calling out my name like every wife should and I wasn’t too far behind her.
Ne
ver before had I blasted off against a woman. It wasn’t at all what I had in mind, when I got into the shower with her, but it was better than nothing. The orgasm was still strong, and it took my breath away.
“Fuck Deirdre.”
She pushed back against me and said something about having to rinse off. I had come while pushed through her legs and it had run down her thighs. I liked the look of it, but Deirdre didn’t look too happy. I wondered if it had something to do with what we had just done.
While it was not how I wanted it to go, I knew the ending when I stepped into the shower. I had a feeling that Deirdre thought that she would be able to refuse me. I knew better. She was going to be mine and this was just the first knot in the rung. We had a while to go and I wasn’t going to stop until I was buried deep, coming inside of her.
Deirdre said something about getting out and then she was gone. Before I could rinse off, she was out of the bathroom and I figured that I would give her a little bit of time. It looked like she needed it and I wasn’t a man to gloat, too much.
“It’s not that big of a deal Deirdre. You’re my wife now and this is something that we are just going to have to do. Most women want to get dressed up and have a night on the town, do a little dancing.”
It was something I thought she would really enjoy, but like everything else I imagined about Deirdre, I had been incredibly wrong. She apparently didn’t want to get all fancy and go to a charity event. She was promised to be the belle of the ball, but there was something holding her back.
“What are we going to tell them if they ask about us?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, we’re married, and everyone is going to ask, how we met.”
“We tell them that we met in Vegas and got married.”
She shook her head like it wasn’t going to do. The truth was not something that she wanted to use at this juncture and I wasn’t sure what to say. I was really walking blind with her. I’d never really dated for long, but I’d always been confident in my power over women.