“Perfect quote, lover. Do we have a deal?”
He licked her shoulder and bit her lightly. “Deal. You give me two and I’ll do the same.”
“Mile high club.”
Even his laugh turned her on. “Good one. I could get on board with that one.”
“Ugh. Awful joke. And you can’t steal my fantasy. You have to come up with one on your own, smart guy.”
“Sex in a kink club.”
Well.
Damn.
“You blindfolded—‘cause I’m totally taking that off your hard limit list—bound for me, completely mine to control. And I get to fuck you how I want, when I want, and other people could be watching, or not. It’s up to me. I run the show.”
Well.
Fuck.
He’d been holding out on her. She knew he had been. But getting bogged down in “woulda shoulda coulda”s wasn’t going to help them find their happy now. “Coming for you with you only using your fingers,” she whispered it as if it were a secret.
“Why is that a fantasy?” He continued to move inside her and it didn’t feel as if he were objecting to the idea.
“I want it to be a surprise sometime, when I’m doing some mundane task at work or at home. It’s a fantasy because of the motive behind it.”
He ran his teeth along her skin, making her shiver, and her pussy fluttered around him. “And what do you see the motive as being?”
“That you need me to come for you. You need it so bad you’ll interrupt something I’m doing, and the look in your eyes will tell me everything I need to know. I could be writing a report or doing laundry or cleaning our bathroom, and you’ll stop me. Pull off my panties or move them to the side and play with me until I come.”
“Because I need it?”
She nodded. “And because you can.” She bit her lip.
“What? There’s something else you’re not telling me.”
The next part was scary. Because it was emotional and left her feeling as if she were jumping off a building. She didn’t know if he was going to be at the bottom to catch her.
“Tell me. Please.”
“I think—I think I’ve seen that look in your eyes before. Wanting me like that. Needing me so strongly that you’d do anything to get to me. But you’ve always stopped. You’ve always walked away.” She rubbed her lips together and swallowed her emotion. “I don’t want you to walk away from me anymore.”
“Fuck, Aslan.” He buried his face in her neck. “Just…fuck. You wreck me.”
He caught her. She knew he would. But what an amazing revelation. “Ditto, husband of mine.” After a minute or so of silence, she cleared her throat, feeling incredibly blessed. “What’s another of yours? What else have you fantasized about?”
“Fucking you…in the ass…in my parents’ guest room.”
She giggled. Couldn’t help it. He’d definitely caught her off guard with that one.
“With cuffs on your wrists, and latched to the headboard.” He thrust in deep, making her breath hitch in her throat.
Moaning into her pillow made her feel hot and sexy. Being desired by her husband that much made her want to roar. “You should listen to that part of yourself. The part that needs those things.”
“I don’t ever want to be ruled by my cock. And I don’t want to think with that head either.”
“Don’t you see I’m not asking you to?”
“Aren’t you?” It came out an accusation and she shook her head.
“No, my love. I’m asking you to use your heart. Listen to your heart right now and tell me what it’s saying.”
He slid inside her, pushed in deep and paused, laying his forehead against the side of her head. “It’s saying I’m potentially harming the most perfect thing in my world. And it’s saying I’m going to hurt you.”
“Then give me the pain you intentionally inflict and no more.”
“How can I trust myself to do that? How can I trust myself to stop?”
“Easy. You’ve held yourself in check for a decade and completely buried your needs to keep from hurting me. I know you had anger issues when you were a kid, but you grew up. The amount of self-control you possess is legion. That is why I trust you completely in this.”
He stayed still for a few seconds and then slowly began moving inside her again. The fact he didn’t immediately dismiss her thoughts was incredible. She prayed whatever was going on inside his head was working in her favor. In their favor.
She got her answer when he spoke.
“Promise me something. If we’re really going to do this and explore this world, then I need a promise or this is a one-time thing and we never broach it again.”
“Okay, then you have to promise me something in return.”
He hugged her a bit tighter. “You’ll never do anything just because you think it’s going to make me happy. If it doesn’t turn you on, then you tell me. You not being into something does nothing for me. Like. Nothing.”
She shifted her face to the side so she could feel his breath on her cheek. “I promise. But—”
“No buts.”
“This world, this life, these…emotions we’re talking about exploring aren’t black and white. Most of these choices we’re going to be making live inside the gray. So there is most definitely a but. Or several.” He acted as if he were going to interrupt her again and she glared at him sideways, cutting him off before he could get started. “But,” she emphasized the word and he chuckled above her. “We have to discuss it first and I want to have the chance to think about things, maybe research those things a little that I don’t know about. Having to give you a yea or nay on something I don’t know anything about isn’t fair to either of us. Might be something incredible. Might be something I’ve heard about and want to try immediately and twice on Sundays. Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Everything I do with you is incredible.”
A smile lifted the corners of her mouth and she wrapped her feet over his legs again. Arching her back to give him even more access to her made them both groan.
“Deal. And the promise you wanted from me?”
She bit her lip and glanced up at him for a second.
“That serious, huh?”
“It means…a lot.”
His hand was in her hair, his fist tightening before she had a chance to continue. “Tell me. I want your words. Your thoughts. Your fears. Your fantasies. I want it all.”
Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. Emotion threatened to clog her throat again as she warred between what was easy and what was true. His thoughts mirrored her own so perfectly in most things and she hoped this was finally going to be among them. “I want it all. All of you. Even those parts you’ve always told me were dead and buried.”
“That part of me…it makes me a monster.”
“Yes. But it’s my monster.”
He went completely still and she was pretty sure her heart stopped.
He jumped off the bed and yanked her off with him. Moving her in front of the hallways mirrors, he bent her over and shoved back inside.
Her palms slapping the surface of the cold glass jarred her as much as seeing their reflections. Her hair was mussed and her skin rosy from him getting her closer and closer to coming. Her large breasts jolting with each thrust of him inside her. Her toes curled into the plush carpet as she caught his gaze.
A god. A sex god. That’s what he looked like behind her.
“Yours? Is this what you want? For me to manhandle you, put you where I want you, fuck you how I want to?”
“Yes.” It came out a whisper and she was glad she said it before she could call it back.
“Really? And if I wanted to fuck your ass right now with no prep and nothing more than my spit for lube, what would you say?”
“Thank you Sir?” It came out a question but she meant every word of it.
His face morphed through several emotions. Disbelief, Christmas joy and something far more precious.
Hope. “Why, Aslan?”
“Why, what? Why do I want to please you? Why do I want you to fuck my ass with no lube? Why do I want us to explore fantasies we’ve been too busy or too scared to broach?”
“Yes. All of that.”
Her head fell between her arms. She was so close to coming she actually tried to move away.
“Not on your life.” He pulled out and swung her around while lifting her into his arms. He filled her pussy before her back hit the door. “You’re not getting away from me. You’re going to come. Because I want you to.”
“But we’re talking.” Her teeth ground against each other and she dug her fingernails into his back again.
Her marks being on him later totally did it for her and threw more accelerant on the fire. She looked over his shoulder as she clung to him and that was when she saw it in the mirror. His ink. The Incredible Hulk, permanently embedded in his flesh to remind him of what he never wanted to become again. A monster, he’d said. His monster.
But he was wrong on the last part. It was her monster and she wanted every inch of him.
Fucking her, he destroyed the last shred of her ability to control her orgasm. But not with his cock, with his fingers.
He licked them, two of them, and he made sure she watched him do it.
Then, holding her up with one hand, his slick digits found the puckered entrance to her ass. One digit rolled over the tight ring and then he pushed it inside.
“Zeke…” It was more than a name. It was an oath. A prayer. A fantasy. Her orgasm rolled through her when he pushed the second finger in beside the first.
“Come for me. Come. For. Me.” He fucked her ass with his fingers, punctuating each of his words as he claimed her mouth. Just as she cried out, her hands went to his hair to hold him close.
His tongue filling her mouth tasted like perfection.
Every hole was filled.
Every hole was his. For the first time. But she finally believed it wouldn’t be the last.
She shook in his arms. In the decade they’d been together she was unable to remember the last time she’d come so quickly. So hard.
He held her while she came and while she came down, fucking her through her orgasm and quickly showing her he wasn’t even close to done with her.
“You’re still hard.”
“You’re still wet.”
He moved them to a couch in the living area. She unhooked her feet behind him before he sat back onto the soft surface. Rock hard still, he settled her on his lap, straddling him so he could stay inside her.
She was shaking from her orgasm and all of the emotions running through her system. He grabbed a throw off the end of the couch and wrapped it around her.
He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I promise.”
What was he promising?
Oh my gosh, was he—
With some effort, she sat up a bit so she could look at him. His cock inside her jerked and he brushed a few hairs away from her eyes. This was important and she didn’t want to miss anything. “You promise, what, exactly?”
“Me. I promise me. God help you, all of me.” He palmed her cheek and kissed her lips, brushing away a tear that slid free. “No tears, my Aslan.” His charming smile made an appearance. “At least not yet.”
“No holding back?”
“I’ll do my best, but you need to know—”
“Hypothetically speaking?” Her eyebrows went up as she waited for his response.
He shook his head. “No. Not hypothetical. I haven’t given you enough credit to be able to handle what I want. What I need. And that stops now. But I can’t let the monster out all the time. Sometimes, I can only let him out a little. I’ll only be comfortable letting him out a little at a time. Not because you can’t take it, but I need to be able to trust myself, that enough of…me…is still online to protect you.”
“I don’t need you to—”
“Yes, you do. I have almost sixty pounds of muscle on you. I’m taller, stronger, and more physically able to harm you, so free-for-alling it with my most precious possession isn’t going to work for me.”
“Possession?” The word came out, filled with hope and excitement.
“Lord, help you yes. I might not own you yet, Aslan, but I want to. I want to own all of you, claim all of you. That’s what I want. What I’ve always wanted.” His fingers touched her throat. “My collar around your throat for all to see. Even if they don’t know what they’re looking at.”
Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts to his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Holding him close, naked, vulnerable, him still inside her, she’d never felt more connected to him. “Me too. I’ve wanted it for so long.”
His nose in the crook of her neck made her shiver. “One more thing I think we need to cover.”
She kissed his neck and breathed him in deep.
“No other man.”
Moving back, she stared at him again and cocked her head to the side in question.
“No other man will touch you. If I’m going to truly own you. To mark you.”
Marks. She hadn’t even thought of marks before, but now she was. Damn.
“I couldn’t stand it if another man touched what is mine. Some of our fantasies might need another appendage but we can get creative. Dildos. Plugs.” On the second word, his cock got even harder inside her and he thrust up into her again.
“And what about women? I can’t stand the thought of another woman touching you, much less you fucking them.”
“The very idea turns my stomach. But the thought of you licking pussy sure as hell doesn’t turn me off.” Her pussy spasmed around his cock and he couldn’t have missed it. “Like that idea, do you?”
She nodded and bit her lip with another smile. “Might be on my list of fantasies.”
“You’re my dream girl.”
“You’re my dream guy. Hope you don’t expect me to call you Sir all the time, or parade around in a maid’s uniform.”
“Mmmmm… Dress up. Add that to our list of fantasies. And no. I’m not looking for our day-to-day things to change. Can’t imagine this kind of dynamic working 24/7.”
“I don’t know.”
He stared at her for a few silent seconds. “Explain.”
“We work together, live together, laugh together, love together. We’re already married. That’s 24/7. You don’t expect me to not be your wife during the day or out of the bedroom do you?”
“Fuck no.”
“With our dynamic shifting, I can see how that could evolve into something that occurs all the time, whether we mean for it to or not.” He still looked skeptical. “So if you own me—”
“When.”
Siiiigggghhhh…
“When…you own me, do you only want that at night time when we’re home? Or in the morning, before we leave for meetings?”
An honest to God growl rumbled through him.
“Didn’t think so.” She smoothed his brow and laid her forehead against his, moving up and down on his cock. “I have a feeling we’re going to fall into the rabbit’s hole a heck of a lot deeper and faster than we think possible.”
He tugged her hair back a bit so he could kiss her lips. “I can’t wait to get started.” He kissed her again and then rumbled.
“What’s going through that kinky mind of yours?”
“I’m ready to collect.”
“Collect what?”
“My first fantasy.” He gripped her hips and moved inside her.
“What would you like?”
“You. Over my knee. I want my handprint on your ass. Then I want you on your knees, licking your pussy juice off my cock. And once you get me hard again, I’m going to take you over to the bed and lay you down with your head hanging off. I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to finger your pussy until you come for me. Then I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum so when we go back down to dinner, I’m going to know two of your three holes are mine
. Before we go to bed tonight, I’ll cum inside your pussy, and take care of the third.” He pulled the cover off of her, which was fine; she was burning up with need again.
She pulled herself up, using his shoulders until his cock slipped out.
There, on her knees, looking down at him, with his hands trailing up her thighs, coming to a stop possessively on her ass, she realized something. “Zeke?”
“Yes, baby?”
“You’re my greatest fantasy.”
Shifting around, she slowly lowered herself onto his lap, her stomach resting on his hard thighs.
“You’re mine,” he responded as his warm palm circled the cheeks of her rear. “And now I’m going to make all of yours come true. Count, pretty girl. Let’s see how wet we can get your pussy before I can’t wait another second to fuck you.”
His hand came down across her flesh and she moaned out the first count.
And that…was only the beginning…
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