by Sam Crescent
Okay, back up a step, his beautiful moment was being trampled on. “What do you mean you won’t be having children?”
“Well you didn’t marry me for that, did you?”
He needed to take a moment to calm his nerves, the anger zooming through him, destructive.
“I never once said I didn’t want kids and in fact, I do, Lily. Loads of them. I want a house full, and you’ll be giving them to me.”
For the briefest of moments, silence descended on the bungalow. Wayne was certain he’d be able to hear a pin drop. He waited for the fire to respond.
****
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? You want me to have your child?” Lily couldn’t believe what she was hearing. A child—he wanted her to bring a defenceless child into the fold. Was he nuts?
“I did tell you to read the prenuptial agreement you signed. It’s all in there.”
“That agreement would have took me a lifetime to read. It was so thick I could barely lift it.”
“I don’t see what the problem is. We’ve already fucked, and I didn’t use any protection. And seeing as I know you’re not on the pill—”
“Wait! How do you know I’m not on the fucking pill?” All she wanted to do was have a quiet weekend away without any stress and no worries. She couldn’t cope with all the new changes to her life. The huge diamond ring on her finger weighed a ton. If the ring didn’t remind her of her now married state then the constant pulse between her thighs was always there. She wanted him all the time. From the short time they’d been together, he’d done nothing but crowd her like some kind of child. Lily felt as if she had no time when she could be by herself.
“Part of the agreement, I got your doctor’s forms. I’m your next of kin, and the person who’ll take care of you. I take my job seriously.”
“That is a breach of privacy. How can you do this to me?” She smacked her chest. Everywhere she turned, he took part of her life from her. What would he want next? Her heart? Her soul?
“I figured in your current position—”
“You mean my family’s position. They were the ones to spend the money, not me. I wasn’t even born with it. I grew up getting the hand-me-down clothes and the shit life, and yet I’m paying with my life and body and now you want me to give you a child.” Throwing her hands up, she went to the window. They hadn’t gone away on a honeymoon, but Wayne booked this small cottage for the weekend when he’d told her it sounded perfect. It seemed more like a way to trap her to turn her into some kind of brood mare.
“I don’t want a baby.”
“You could already have one.”
“You’re older than me.” Lily wanted anything to fight him with. To get him to back off.
“I’ve given you everything.”
“And took in the process. Don’t forget until you came making your demands, I had a life.”
“What kind of life was that? One where you scrubbed floors, made dinner, and then took the shit they had to dish out. I may be older, but I’ve given you more passion than you’d ever hope to get elsewhere.” Wayne grew louder and moved closer to her. Lily ended up craning her neck to see him.
Why did he have to be so handsome?
Lily didn’t care about his age, and if she was honest, she didn’t care about her situation. Her family hated her, and the situation she was in left everything to be desired. A child though, a big step even for her. At only twenty-one, she wasn’t sure if she was ready for such a huge commitment.
“I’m not ready for a child. I can’t do that on my own,” she whispered. All the time her fears reverted to being alone.
“Baby, I’ll never let you be on your own. I’m in this with you till the very end.” He took her in his arms and hugged her. Lily held on not knowing what else to do.
She could be carrying their child.
The thought filled her with fear and immense pleasure.
Chapter Thirteen
The weekend went by without another hitch, and Wayne was thankful to the heavens for giving him such a small grace. Lily remained tense around him, but in time, she would come to see he wasn’t all that bad.
They made love at every turn, and Lily always found the time to take a shower or a long bath. He knew what she was doing, but all he could do was sit back and watch. Lily was younger than he was. He needed to respect that. He refused to wear a condom. It made him a bastard, but then he lived up to his nickname, Beast.
There were times he caught her staring at him. He could sense her attraction. Her feelings were growing toward him but, like always, she’d back off and continue with what she was doing.
It infuriated him. All he needed was time. Time to show her who he really was and time for her to love him.
At the office the following Monday, Tony and Richard waited for him. Both of his friends were becoming the thorn in his side.
“What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
“We’re just two men coming to see how married life is treating our friend,” Tony said while Richard started laughing, drawing attention from the three waiting women.
“Come into my office.”
They all settled in, and his personal assistant brought them each a cup of black coffee.
“I’ve got the deeds and the documents you need to sign for the house,” Richard said.
Wayne took the papers and signed everything before handing it back and sipping his coffee.
“So, how did it go in dream land with the missus,” Tony asked.
“Well, besides the little glitch of children being mentioned it went really well.” He sipped his coffee thinking about his wife.
“You know it’s only a matter of time before she figures out how you screwed her in the contract,” Richard warned.
Wayne glared at him. He didn’t want to hear about it. He knew his friend disapproved of what he’d done but any other man would have done it in his position, wouldn’t they?
“Has she met your family?” Tony asked steering the conversation from the sticky subject of his wife and how tightly bound to him she actually was.
“No, and if I have my way, she never will.” His parents lived on a remote island where they couldn’t hurt any more people. Consumed by drink and drugs, it was safest to keep them out of the way.
“She’ll find out eventually.” Richard spoke this time.
“Yeah, and she’ll realize the type of monster I truly am, not just some fucked-up Beast people like to call me.”
“Don’t give us that shit, Wayne. You’re nothing like your parents, and besides, you’d never hurt a woman,” Tony said.
“Yeah, all the women you’ve fucked over the years are speaking praises of you. The only bad shit they got to say is you fucked them and then left,” Richard added.
Shaking his head, Wayne didn’t need to think about this. Their situation was bad enough. The distance between them already, never mind the bleakness of his past.
****
When he got home that night, he looked around and saw how clinical his apartment was.
“Lily, baby?” he called.
“I’m in here,” she replied. Wayne walked through to the kitchen to find her whisking up some kind of sauce.
“What are you making?” For the first time in forever, the kitchen smelt heavenly.
“I baked some scones, and I’m beating up the cream. I’m in the mood for some jam as well. Do you want one?”
He found the side counter piled high with the baked goods.
“Are we having a party?”
“No, Mrs. Elliot down the hall is in need of some TLC and company, so I baked extra for her.” She sucked her thumb into her mouth licking off the cream.
A bolt of lust shot through his body. He moaned, putting down his keys and briefcase before taking the bowl out of her hands.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a kiss from my wife.” He licked along her lips tasting the sweet cream before he plunged inside her mouth.
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nbsp; Her moans vibrated down to his stiff cock. “I want to fuck you.”
She gasped. “I’m never going to get use to that.”
“What? Me telling you what I want?”
“That and other things.” Her cheeks took on a nice bloom, nothing to do with the beating of cream.
“What about this, could you get used to it?” He pressed his dick against her belly. Her eyes dilated, and he could see her nipples bud through the small flimsy blouse she wore. Staring into her eyes, he leaned down and took the bud underneath the blouse into the heat of his mouth.
“Wayne,” she cried. Lily circled her hands around his head, pulling him down to her.
That’s it. He needed more. Picking her up, he placed her on the centre table, pushed up her skirt, and tore her panties in the process. The shirt was ripped open, and he placed his finger in the bowl of cream and placed some on each of her nipples.
Lily giggled making the beautiful bounty bounce.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating you.”
He licked and sucked the cream from her red nipples. “It’s so tasty. Is that vanilla?”
“Y-yes. Vanilla and icing sugar.”
“It’s tasty, but I want something sweeter.” Wayne kissed her on the lips before plunging his finger into her wet cunt.
He unbuckled his belt and released his zipper. He removed his pants and trousers, fisting his free cock.
Wayne licked and sucked her juicy cream, drinking her like a bottle of exquisite champagne. He wanted to fuck her so badly. To take her hard and rough and show her the fire burning inside him.
Wayne couldn’t wait any longer. He flicked her clit as he guided his thick prick between her thighs. Her juicy cunt sucked him into her tight heat. He wanted it rough and dirty. To show her how much he desired her.
In one smooth thrust, he plunged inside her to the hilt. He watched her latch onto the edge of the table for support. Taking her hips in his hands, he pushed her all the way off his shaft, watched their combined juices leave a trail before fucking back into her pussy. Wayne didn’t let up, but made her take more of him with every thrust.
“Play with yourself,” he growled. He’d taught her what to do at the cottage. How to stroke her little bud until she came. Using her thick cream as natural lube made it easy.
They were soaked. Both were so turned on.
“I want to fuck you so bad.” Her small fingers teased her swollen clit. He saw it pulse and felt the flutters around his dick.
He cried out, shooting wave upon wave of his sperm inside her body. The pulse of his release sent her over the edge. Both fell back gasping. Wayne took her hand and licked her clean of her essence, moaning, savouring the taste on his tongue.
“Wow.” He heard her softly say.
He couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Fourteen
“So, this place is close enough to the city that I can get to my office and make it home every night. Four bedrooms, all with en-suites, and I know you don’t want to talk about it, but there is also room to build a nursery if and when we need it.” Wayne finished talking and Lily took the time to look around the neglected house.
The plot of land needed work but besides a lick of paint and a few changes, the house was a dream.
“Is this ours?” she asked touching the mahogany stair rail.
“Say the words and it is. If not, I’ll put it back on the market again.”
“You mean you already bought it?” Lily moved past the hall, looking in each room. Before she would consider moving in, she’d need to clean or have cleaners come and clear out all the dust and cobwebs.
“I saw this place, and it screamed out to me. It hasn’t been up very long for sale, and I just got the gut instinct it wouldn’t stay on the market that long.”
“I agree. This place is a gem.” She opened a door into which looked like the home office and closed the door. She glanced into each room, seeing the potential in the property.
“It’s so beautiful.” Every room she looked in, she fell more and more in love with the place. “We could buy some long corner sofas and sit around the open fire. We’ll need to come and have everything cleaned beforehand,” she said.
Wayne came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Just say the word and it’s yours,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her neck.
Lily giggled, her body responding again to his intimate touch. After the rough tumble on the kitchen table, she thought her body would be spent. If anything, she wanted more of him.
“You smell good.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? Baby.”
“I want the house.”
He clicked his fingers and handed her the second set of keys. “Have fun decorating, baby.”
Wayne pinned her against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as he pulled up her skirt.
“Christening the house.” He nipped her neck and showed her exactly what he meant, taking her against the wall. Wayne showed her the wonders of wearing a skirt with two slits up the side.
****
Lily spent the next few weeks organizing the cleaning and furniture and getting the whole house ready for Christmas. This year would be her first without her parents, and she wanted to make it extra special.
Thinking about the possibility of having a baby, she decided it wouldn’t be so bad. She would have a family of her own to love and care about. Smiling, she patted her belly. Was there already a little boy or girl there? After a month of intense planning and changing around of certain rooms, Lily had the home how she wanted. The garden would have to wait for the spring and summer. The grass was cut back, and the trees trimmed, but everything else would be left. She looked forward to delving into creating a safe haven for herself and her future children.
When no one was listening or around, she would allow her other precious secret to unleash as she sang to her heart’s content. The only part of herself she could call her own, her music.
She’d had people tell her how wonderful she sounded and even offered to set her up with people who could help. Lily loved to sing, but in truth, she never wanted to do it to make a living.
This was hers and hers alone. She wouldn’t share.
They moved in four weeks before Christmas. She said good-bye to his old apartment, and the place she knew in her heart she’d never call home, and began unpacking in their new place.
Wayne and Lily sat eating Chinese food in the living room. Lily had a catalogue open and looked for Christmas decorations.
“I think purple and silver will look great on a nice natural tree.” She handed him the book and took a large portion of soy noodles.
“What about a green and red tree or a red and gold?” he offered.
Lily raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay, I love the look of the silver and purple. Why them colours?”
“They’re my favourite.”
“Open up.” He fed her a piece of chicken, and she passed him some rice. “You did really good with the house.”
“Thank you.”
Wayne took the container out of her hand. “Before we get too full,” he said, leaning over to kiss her.
“You’ve got that look again,” she said.
“What look?”
“Like you want to eat me.” Lily touched his face and kissed him back. Whenever he was near, all she wanted to do was love and kiss him. Sighing, she knew in her heart of hearts what her mind had refused to understand.
After everything between them, the blackmail and the baby, the prenuptial agreement, all of it had come and gone, and with it, a piece of herself had gone with it. Lily knew slowly but surely, she was falling in love with her husband. Her love was not instant and at first sight but more of an acceptance.
He called to her mind and body. When he wasn’t around, she would think about him, miss him. Even now, all she wanted to do was give herself to him. To let him take her and love her back.
Lily refused to say any words. For so long, she’d learned to love no one and expect it from no one. She didn’t want to have her heart crushed by him this early in her life. For the time being, she could cope with being his wife with no other thoughts.
“Make love to me,” she asked.
Wayne stared at her, and Lily was sure she could sense something beneath him. They looked into each other eyes, neither moving nor breathing. Her words were on the tip of her tongue, but he ran his thumb over her plump lower lip.
She pressed her tongue out, tasting him.
“You’re something else,” he said, moments before his lips claimed hers. Their food forgotten.
Lily kissed him back, moaning with every touch and nip. He bit into her plump bottom lip. Coming away and travelling down to her neck, nipping the curve of her collarbone. Her head fell back, and she let out a moan.
“I want you.” He growled lifting her in his arms and carrying her up the stairs. “No complaints of your weight?”
“No, you’ve got the muscles to carry your wife to bed.” She kissed his neck, teasing him the way he did her.
“You’re messing with fire,” he warned.
“Umm,” she teased.
Wayne kicked the master bedroom door open and toppled her on the blankets. They kept their glances connected, and they tore at their own clothes, some ripping in their haste to be together.
Lily waited, lying in the middle of the bed, while he lit some of the candles she’d spread out earlier. His fine naked form was exposed for her to admire. His cock making her laugh as it stood out long and thick in front of him.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” she asked, staring at it.
“Only because I want to be inside your sweet pussy so badly.” He blew out the piece of paper and came to bed. He stood by the edge fisting his erection.
“Do you like?”
“I’ve not got many to compare it to.”
“Vixen.” He caught her ankle and brought her to the edge, picking her up and thrusting her against his body. His fist caught in her hair, bending her back making her open wider for him.