I say, “Eli.”
She gives a dark laugh. “Hadn’t you heard? We broke up.”
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to speak. “I know. But I also know you’ve seen him since then.”
She studies my face for a moment, then she realizes who I am to him now. “How? Are you... oh, my God. You’re the friend from home? The one he married?”
The shock on her face says it all.
I’m not good enough for him. She can’t believe he would pick dumpy little me over her. And I don’t blame her, I barely understand it myself. “Yes, we’re married. I’m sure you find that... shocking.”
She grabs my arm, apologies in her eyes. “No, no, not at all. I just didn’t realize it was you he had married. If I did, I never would have texted him again that night.”
Sheepishly, I admit, “I may have seen the text. That’s why I came.”
“To ask me to stay out of your business, as you should. I promise, Charlotte, I didn’t realize it was you and even as I was sending that stupid text, I knew I shouldn’t be doing it. I just got home, and my apartment was so lonely and... I just let myself make that mistake.” She heaves a sigh.
I say, “I understand. More than you know.”
She narrows her gaze. “But you know he turned me down. Right?”
I nod, suddenly realizing how silly and foolish and immature it was to come here. “It’s stupid, I know, it’s just that I want him and I to have a chance and...”
She asks, “You were afraid I might interfere?”
Embarrassed, I admit, “Yes.”
“I’m glad you came. You are brave and right, and I was wrong.” She wraps her arms around me. “You have my word. You’ll never hear from me after this night. But first, please come meet my friends and have a drink with us.”
As she’s ushering me over to the table, I say, “I need to ask a favor. I lost my phone, and I don’t have Eli’s number. Do you think you could text him—one last time—for me and tell him to come get me?”
“Of course.”
She sits me in the booth, calling instructions to her friends. One to give me his extra sweatshirt he has tied around his waist to put over my wet clothes. Another to go to the bar and order me an espresso martini.
Once we are settled in, she pulls her phone from her purse, tapping out letters, reading out loud as she texts. “Eli, do me one last favor as your friend. Come to the Hobgoblin Pub on Edenton and pick up your beautiful bride.” She smiles, hitting send.
A second later her phone dings. She smiles brightly, reading the text, and tells me, “He’s on the way.”
Her phone dings again and she looks down at the screen. Her eyes go wide as saucers as she reads. “Oh, dear.”
Panic grips me. Maybe he doesn’t want to come after all. I lean over, trying to see her screen. “What is it?”
She leans toward me, whispering into my ear so the others can’t hear what she’s saying. “I don’t have the guts to repeat it back word for word, but the gist is I think you’re in a fair amount of trouble when you get home.”
I sigh. “I figured as much.”
She stares at me as if she wants to ask a question, then thinks better of it.
I ask, “What is it?”
She twirls a short curl around her finger, not meeting my gaze. “Um... I hope I’m not overstepping a line, and I wouldn’t mention it if it weren’t in his text... but do you call him... Daddy?”
My face lights on fire. I manage to mumble, “Sometimes?”
To my surprise, she fans herself. “Damn, that’s hot.”
I laugh. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Lucky girl. That’s all I’ve got to say on the matter.” She holds up her glass in a cheer.
Clinking glasses with Cascade, I can’t help but feel—though I’m drenched to the bone and foolish and a hot mess and about to have to face an angry husband—that I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
My espresso martini arrives, and I take a sip. “This is delicious. Thank you.”
“Drink up. From the sounds of his text, you’re going to need it,” she teases.
I enjoy getting to know her cast friends. They’re all such bright, interesting people, I feel dull in their company, but enjoy observing their friendly banter. Halfway into my second martini, the door to the pub flies open.
Eli stands filling it with his broad shoulders. Anger flashes in his eyes as he looks around the pub. His gaze lands on me and the anger melts into relief. “Charlotte!”
He rushes toward me and I excuse myself from the booth to greet him. He takes me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me. “You’re soaked.”
“Not entirely. Cascade’s friend lent me a sweatshirt.”
He holds me at arm’s length, looking me over to be sure I’m in one piece. “I was worried sick. I kept calling but your phone went straight to voicemail.”
I admit, “I accidentally dropped it in the gutter.”
He keeps looking over me as if he can’t believe I’m in one piece. “I couldn’t tell anyone you were gone—I feared they would think you ran away and try to find you themselves. I was stuck, helpless, waiting for you to come home.”
“I’m so sorry. I got it into my head that I had to see Cascade... and...”
He growls into my ear, “You’re just lucky I don’t have you over my knee, right here, right now.”
A flush rises in my cheeks.
Cascade appears by my side. “How about one more drink before you go? To toast our new friendship?”
Eli looks from Cascade, to me, my face eagerly pleading to stay for one more. “Please?”
“Alright. One drink. But then I’m taking you home.” He slides his palm flat against my lower back, guiding me over to the booth.
We slide in, Eli between Cascade and me. Her friends bring another round of drinks, and we sit, chatting, for another hour. When our drinks are finished, Cascade, a little tipsy, says, “It’s funny how things turned out?”
“How so?” Eli asks.
“Well, you thought you and Charlotte were meant to be friends, and you and I were meant to be together, but now that I see the two of you as an item, I realize it was you and I who were meant to be friends all along. Actually, I think the three of us would make good friends. What do you say?” Cascade asks.
Eli raises his glass, one last sip swirling in the bottom. “To friends.”
The rest of the folks at the table raise their glasses, jovially repeating, “To friends.”
Another round of drinks is ordered. I look to Eli. “Can we stay?”
His stern gaze makes my knees weak. “Absolutely not, little girl. You and I have some talking to do.”
Dread heavy in my stomach, we say our goodbyes. I hug Cascade tight, thanking her for a wonderful evening. Eli takes my hand, leading me out to the street where the car waits.
The driver appears, opening my door. I slide in, making room for Eli. I see that the mirrored wall is already up. I giggle nervously. “Planning on reunion sex?”
“Not in the least.” He slips a gold plug and a bottle of lube from his pocket.
The plug is bigger than the silver one and I feel my buttocks clench at the sight of it. I slide backwards, my back pressing against the window. “Um, what exactly did your second text to Cascade say?”
He growls, “Tell my wife that Daddy is going to plug her lovely ass when I get my hands on her.”
I should be feeling humiliation, knowing now what Cascade read, but I’m too focused on the plug in his hand. “That thing is never going to fit in me.”
“It has to. Otherwise, how will my cock fit?”
I gasp, “You mean...”
He states, “Yes. Tonight is the night I take you in the ass.”
I gulp. “But I’m not ready,” I lie, curiosity welling in me and making moisture pool between my legs.
“Oh, you will be. Now get your naughty little self over Daddy’s lap.”
I can’t take
my eyes off that plug. It looks positively massive. “I... I don’t think I can.”
“You can. And you will.”
His stare is so intense, I find myself obeying. I crawl across his lap, my still damp clothing sticking to my legs.
He pulls up my skirt, throwing it over my back. Pulls down my panties, discarding them on the floor. My skin is cold and the exposure to the air makes goosebumps dot my flesh. “Spread your legs.”
I do as he says, revealing everything to him. My eyes squeeze tightly shut as I hear the sounds of him opening the cap to the lube, slathering it onto the plug. “Now be Daddy’s good girl and relax.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to loosen my muscles. It’s no use. The second the cold metal plug touches my bottom hole, my ass cheeks clench around it. This earns me a volley of sharp spanks on my bare bottom.
“Naughty girl. Disobeying your daddy like that. Do as I say, or you’ll be sleeping on your tummy tonight.”
Spreading my legs, I will myself to remain still. The plug presses against my entrance once more, this time slipping past the tight ring of muscles. It’s huge, filling me and stretching me much more than the last one he used on me. “It’s too tight!”
“Not for someone being punished, it’s not. Shall we discuss your running away now?”
I give the mirror a quick glance. “Are you sure that thing’s soundproof?”
He gives my ass a loud smack. “Yes. Though you’ve been so bad, I’m not sure you deserve privacy for your punishment. Perhaps I should have laid you right over the table in that pub. Spanked your naughty bottom for all to see, like I did in the meadow.” He gives my bottom another few hard smacks.
Imagining the curious eyes on me, my bare bottom exposed as my husband spanks me over the public table, the shame is too great. “Oh, no, please don’t.”
His words are cold and firm. “If you run away again, I won’t hesitate.”
His tone tells me if I were to pull a stunt like this again, he would most certainly punish me right where he finds me. The thought makes my stomach clench. “You don’t have to worry, I promise, nothing like this will happen again.”
He asks, “What on Earth made you want to find her in the first place?”
Already in a humiliating position, I figure I may as well tell the truth, as embarrassing as it is. “I thought maybe if I could get her to stay away, we’d have a chance.”
“At what?”
Why try to save my dignity now? “At love.”
He pulls me up, sitting me on his lap, my bare bottom against his jeans. The plug heavy and full, reminding me of my naughtiness.
Pulling me close into him, he says, “Do you know what I was going to tell you when I came rushing home to you, only to find that you were gone?”
“No?”
His voice is gentle and full of emotion, so unlike his usual, cool manner of speaking. He says, “I was coming to tell you that I realized something. Something great, something wonderful.”
I ask, “Which was?”
His gaze grips mine. “That I love you.”
His words are so great, so wonderful, I can scarcely believe him. “You do?”
“I do, Mrs. Charlotte Bachman. I love you very much. And I have something for you.”
From his pocket, he slips a little red leather box. He flips the lid open to reveal a pear-shaped diamond engagement ring, tiny crusts of diamonds lining the band. “Will you do me the honor of being the love of my life?”
He loves me! “Yes!”
He takes the ring from the box, slipping it onto my left ring finger, nestling it on top of my wedding band. I turn my hand, watching the huge diamond glitter and sparkle. It’s so beautiful, I can’t tear my eyes from it.
He says, “I know it’s not the traditional way of doing things, but it’s our story.”
“And I wouldn’t change it,” I say.
He asks, “Even the part with you almost getting killed?”
I say, “How else would you have ever seen that we were supposed to be together. It took you saving my life.”
“You’re the one that saved me.” He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, his words caressing my soul as his lips caress mine. It’s the most magical moment of my life. My head lolls back and I let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves from my lips, kissing my cheek, the lobe of my ear. His breath tickles my skin as he murmurs, “Now let’s get home so I can show you how much I love you.”
A gasp lodges in my throat. Nervous butterflies take flight in my belly.
What does he have in store for me?
Chapter Twelve
Eli
I can feel her new ring against my fingers as I take her hand, leading her up the stairs to our bedroom. Now that I’ve made my love known, I feel Charlotte’s internal struggles will settle and she will have the calm and peace that she deserves. Hopefully this ring, given willingly by me, will help.
Knowing that her emotional distress is behind her, I must still continue to train her in the ways of being a Bachman wife. One strict rule that we have, one that was made very clear to her when we wed: never, ever leave the Village without your partner knowing your whereabouts. Or worse—lie about where you’re going.
A note, a simple text, a phone call. A message sent through a friend. These are all acceptable methods of communications. Knowing where our wives are at all times isn’t a requirement to satisfy our pride—this life is dangerous and how can we protect what we cherish above all else if we can’t locate it?
Charlotte has a tender disposition. It doesn’t take much scolding to reduce her to tears. Her flesh is as tender as her heart, a few spanks and pink blotches rise on her skin. But having her run away like this, leaving a false note, it means I must be stricter with her.
She has to learn this lesson; her life could depend upon it one day.
We reach the bed and suddenly I want nothing more than to hold her in my lap, stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings to her. And I will. But first she’s going to have a taste of my leather belt.
I help her change out of her clothes. Pull a nightgown over her head. Leave her with no panties.
Thinking of how worried I was when I couldn’t find her, when she didn’t answer her phone when I called, my hand goes to the buckle of my belt.
She stands before me, watching with wide eyes as I unbuckle it. “Bend over the bed and lift your nightgown up over your bottom.”
She looks as if she wants to run, and I raise a brow at her. She quickly obeys, lying down over the bed and raising her nightdress to expose her pretty bottom.
Standing over her, I say, “Charlotte, let this be a lesson for you; never, ever leave these walls without telling me where you’re going.”
“Yes, sir,” she says, her voice shaking.
I wrap the belt around my hand, letting it fly through the air. I bring it down across the curve of her ass. It makes a loud crack as it hits her skin.
She howls in pain but stays in place like a good girl. I bring the belt down again, this time a bit higher than the first. A red welt rises on her skin, a long stripe on top of the last one.
“One more.” I bring the belt down, hard, over the lowest curve of her ass. She cries out as it snaps her skin. Another red welt rises.
Smoothing my hand over her striped ass, I say, “Good girl. Now I’m going to take you in your bottom.”
Throwing her head over her shoulder, she gasps, eyeing me warily. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“But Daddy says you are.” Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I take down my trousers, lubing up my cock as she watches, wide-eyed. I grab her hips.
“I don’t think so,” she says, trying to wiggle from my grasp.
I give her beautiful round ass a loud slap. “Don’t try to run from Daddy.” I hover over her, kissing her neck in that spot that drives her wild and soon, she’s moaning, her muscles relaxing.
As I kiss her I slide the lube into my hand, squeezing some onto my
fingers. My legs go to either side of hers, and I lay over her. I slip my hand between her belly and the mattress reaching lower until I find her swollen bud. With my slick fingertip, I softly circle it. Her hips start to move, gyrating in circles as I continue to pleasure her. I slip my fingers down her folds, rubbing up and down a few times, before fingering her wet pussy. I pump in and out, her hips rocking as she moans.
My baby is so quick to come, it will only be a moment more. Lowering my body, I nestle my hard cock between the cheeks of her ass, as I alternate, circling her clit, sliding down her folds, then fingering her until she’s bucking against my hand.
She comes in a little tight shudder, moaning my name.
Righting myself back to a kneeling position, I slide my fingers between the cheeks of her ass. She mews like a kitten as I grab the handle of the plug, sliding it from her. Her ass is stretched, ready for me. I play with her bottom, lubing it well. Entering her, I thrust my finger in and out of her ass, just up to the second knuckle.
As I pump and play, she cries out with pleasure.
I lean down, whispering in her ear, “See, I can make it feel good, baby girl.”
“Go slow,” she gasps, fear creeping into her lusty voice.
“Daddy would never hurt you,” I croon, kissing her ear, her neck.
I lie down on top of her, resting my elbows on the bed beside her ribcage, holding the majority of my weight. I stretch my legs out flat beside hers and guide the head of my cock between the cheeks of her ass.
She spreads her legs like a good girl, ready to take me.
I press the head against her slick rosebud, slowly pressing it inside of her. It’s so tight, I’m afraid I might not last long, but I put mind over matter, focusing on inching inside of her.
She gives a guttural moan. “That feels... good. It’s... so good.”
“Are you surprised?” I chuckle.
She whispers, “I didn’t know—I never thought I would let anyone in there.”
“I’m not just anyone, am I, baby girl?” I ask, my kisses trailing over the backs of her shoulders as I slowly push inside of her.
“No, Daddy,” she says, her breath catching in her throat.
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