“I… promise… I’ll tell you soon,” she managed to reply, her green eyes bright with excitement.
“You’d better. I’d hate to have to find other ways to get the information from you.”
“Like what?” she gasped, her flush deepening at the mere sound of my words.
Running the pad of my thumb lightly over her full pink bottom lip, her pretty eyes widened. “Spanking. Long and hard until you are crying and begging me to stop. All of your secrets tumbling from your pretty little lips. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I pressed my thumb into her mouth, my cock getting rock hard as she wrapped her lips around it, sucking. Damn, that girl knew how to turn me on.
I replaced my gentle thumb with my mouth, kissing her hard. She gave a shudder of delight, her body pressing against mine. My girl was a bundle of nerves and as it always seemed to do, her little kitty found its way to my upper thigh. I shoved it between her legs, letting my wild girl grind away as my hands made their way through her hair, over her breasts, over her ass, exploring all of her while our kiss deepened.
Reaching down, I cupped my hands underneath the bottoms of her thighs. Lifting her with an “Upsy-Daisy,” and shifting her weight until I had her perched on my hip, like a father carries a child.
She squealed with surprise and by her face, I could tell delight. I laughed as I carried her over to the bed like that, her arms wrapped around my neck, her thighs clenched tightly around my waist, pussy locked on my hip, her laugh tickling my ear.
Hugging her tightly by the side of the bed, still perched on my hip, I said, “You like that, don’t you? Being carried like a little girl? You don’t’ have to be shy with me.”
Adorably, she rested her head on my shoulder. A strand of hair fell over her eye as she gave a little nod.
Brushing the strand behind her ear, I whispered, “You like when I take care of you, don’t you?”
Again, she nodded.
“My little Butterbaby,” I murmured. “My girl is special and deserves to be spoiled by me. You know that?”
Her eyes left mine and there was no nod.
“Well, you may not know it, but it’s true, Buttercup. You deserve all the tender loving care I can give you.” Her green eyes met mine. The innocence and uncertainty I saw there made a primitive desire to protect her rise into my chest.
I would do anything for Buttercup. And I would kill anyone who tried to harm her. The memory of Tom’s face flashed in my mind. Her lips met mine there was such a hunger behind them, any threat was forgotten. I still had plenty of time to give her a piece of my mind. But right now, it was time to give her a piece of something else.
There was a full bed in the guestroom for when our nephews slept over. Buttercup kept the bed made neatly with an heirloom quilt of soft blues tucked neatly over it. I lay her down on the quilt, her auburn hair spreading beneath her.
“You comfy?” I asked, adjusting the pillow behind her head. She gave me a sweet smile, saying, “Yes.”
“Let’s see if we can’t get you a little more comfortable,” I murmured, leaning over her. My mission to come in and have a stern lecture about her safety was abandoned. Instead I slowly began to unbutton the buttons of her pink checked pajama shirt. My eyes locked on hers as I made my way over her breasts, revealing my favorite bra of hers. The one that had no lining, no frills, just Buttercup encased in a thin, silky fabric. I could see the outline of her already stiffening nipples. I continued to unbutton down to her middle, all the way to the bottom of her shirt. The fabric parted, exposing the smooth skin of her midriff.
Her eyelids grew heavy as I trailed one fingertip slowly up the center of her stomach, slipping over the silky fabric of her bra and the fullness beneath it. My finger ended its journey with a sharp gasp and raise of Buttercup’s hips. With just the tip of my finger, I made slow, tight circles right around her nipple. As she bucked again, I switched to making light lines over the now hardened peak. Watching her face, I took the sweet little button between my forefinger and thumb and pinched. Gently at first, then tighter, as I watched pleasure and pain cross her face. “Oh,” she moaned. I made my way to her other breast.
My finger made the same circles, lines, pinching motions on her other breast, making sure to give both breasts equal attention. She was moaning and groaning and squirming and I was barely touching her. I loved that about Buttercup. She was a highly sensual woman. Her eyes were closed and her hips moving with abandon as I grabbed one breast fully in each of my hands, my tongue pressing its way into her mouth.
Ending the kiss with a nip of her bottom lip, “My sweet little flower,” I mused. Grabbing the elastic waist of her pajama pants, I pulled them back, peeking inside. Little pink panties. Damn. So cute.
“Lift.”
Obediently she lifted her hips and I slipped the material down exposing the panties. Pulling her pajama pants off one leg at a time, I tossed them on the desk chair. Joining her on the bed, I lay down against her side. She looked lazily over me, her body laying completely relaxed as she waited for me to touch her.
My finger trailed down her stomach again, this time towards her waist. Her legs parted, eager for me to explore what was between them. I lightly brushed over the cotton of her panties my finger ever so lightly sliding between her lips. Knowing her pussy was shaved bare under her panties made my cock stiffen in my jeans. The feel of her slit beneath the soft cotton was intoxicating. I kept my touch light—barely caressing as I slowly ran my finger up and down again.
Her hips rose as she willed me to make contact with her clit. Putting one hand on her jutted hip bone, I pressed her back down into the bed. “Naughty, naughty. Patience, little one,” I murmured. I gave her pussy a sharp slap.
Buttercup sat up, gave a gasp, her eyes flying open wide. “Jake?”
I cupped her sex with my hand. Her body betrayed her. I could feel the dampness in her panties. “Your little kitty is all wet. It must like to be spanked too, just like your bottom.”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head as she lied, “No!”
“Don’t lie to me, Buttercup. I know how wet your pussy was after I spanked it on our wedding night. You’ll take any and all the spanking you can get. Lay yourself back down.” She hesitated which earned her another sharp slap on that panty clad pussy. She obediently lay down, pressing her shoulders back down into the bed, her breath coming in quick pants. Her eyes shining.
“Let me get the truth out of you,” I said slipping my fingers underneath the elastic band around the inside of her thighs. My fingers slid into her, tight, wet entrance, the walls of her pussy contracting around them. My hand cupped her, stretching the fabric of her panties tightly over it, my thumb pressing her clit as my fingers swirled within her.
“Oh, Jake, please take me now. I want your cock inside me,” she begged.
I usually made her wait, teasing her until she could take no more, teaching her to be patient to receive her reward. My hard cock strained uncomfortably against my pants though, begging to be freed.
“Take me out and suck me,” I said, removing my hands from her and licking the juices from my fingers. I lay down on the bed, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down to my mid-thigh. My good girl obeyed, her eyes open wide as she pushed down my underwear, my rock-hard cock springing to attention, demanding to be taken in her mouth. Kneeling over me in nothing but her bra and panties, she bent over, leaning down and taking me into her mouth. I groaned, my eyes closing with pleasure as one of her hands played with my balls, the other stroking my shaft as she licked the head of my cock.
I was going to come if I wasn’t careful.
Enjoying another moment of her sweet mouth sucking my dick, I groaned, knowing it was time to stop. “Come over here and get on your knees,” I said, my voice husky with desire. Buttercup took me from her mouth and eagerly crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the bed. I scooted off the edge of the bed, pulling my shirt up and off. Tugging my jeans and underwear down, I discarded them
on the ground.
My cock stood tall at attention at the sight of my wife from behind, her chest and cheek pressed into the bed like she knew I liked, her pink panty covered bottom high in the air as she kneeled on the bed.
Crawling up behind her, I unhooked the back of her bra and she quickly slipped out of it, getting right back into place. I reached around her ribcage, grabbing one breast in each hand, squeezing and pinching both her nipples at the same time until she squealed.
My hands went to the waist of those pretty panties, pulling them down to her knees. Her knees spread for me. Her rosebud peeked out at me, the fullness of her pussy shining at me with desire.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, making her wait as I enjoyed her mewls of desire. Man, I loved teasing her. But she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait this time. I plunged into her pussy, slamming my hips hard against her ass. She screamed with pleasure. My girl loved to be fucked hard from the back. Rough and dirty was her favorite. Slapping her ass, leaving a red hand print there, marking her as mine, I grabbed a tighter hold of her hips. Pushing her forward, withdrawing my dick until only the head of my cock remained in her, I paused, making her wait. Then I brought her hips back towards my pelvis hard and fast, slamming my cock into her as she cried out. Her sheath tightened around my member. Her hands clutched the pillow beneath her head as she begged, “Again!”
I repeated the action, this time her pussy clenching around my dick so hard I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. God, I hoped she was as close as I. Leaving my right hand on her right hip, I reached around her with my left. My index and middle finger found her clit and started rubbing hard and fast. Her hips gyrated, and I plunged within her, groaning as I climaxed, my balls tightening, my load shooting deep within her pussy. Her pussy still milking the last drops from my cock, I continued to rub her clit until she too was crying out in the throes of a powerful orgasm.
We collapsed on the bed, panting, sweating and dripping from our lovemaking. Laying on the bed next to one another, our naked bodies tangled together, I stroked her long silky hair, her head resting on my chest. The sweet slow peace I felt immediately after fucking my wife spread throughout my body, leaving me totally relaxed. Catching our breaths, we laid silently on the bed for several minutes, smiles on both our faces.
The love I felt for my wife filled my heart, making a tightness in my chest, reminding me of the conversation I had come here to have.
“Sweetheart.”
“Mmm hmm.” Buttercup’s fingertip traced lazy circles on my chest.
“I need to talk to you about something serious.”
She sat up, perching her head in her hands, elbow pressed into the bed. Her big green eyes looked at me with sincere concern. “What is it?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that Ryder is up to something. Him being in Poke Town—it just seems like too much of a coincidence to me.”
“I know you have cause for concern, but Ryder’s harmless. I promise.”
“Regardless, I cannot have you in danger. Real or perceived—there is no difference to me. If I get a feeling something is shady, I need you to follow my lead. If you see Ryder, or hear from Ryder, I want you to tell me about it. Understood?”
“He’s no threat.”
“That may be so, but you tell me all the same. Okay?”
Her eyes fell, leaving mine.
Putting my fingertip underneath her chin, I tilted her gaze up towards mine. “You know I will keep you safe? No matter what it takes?”
A blush rose on her cheeks. “Yes.”
Buttercup
“You know I will keep you safe? No matter what it takes?”
These words—these words. They sent a thrill through me. I had a good man, a handsome man, a man worth more than his weight in salt. A man that would die to protect me. If it came to that.
“Yes.” His mouth was on mine. His lips stealing my breath. His kisses leaving me bruised. He grabbed at my neck, my back, my buttocks.
I pressed myself into him, losing myself in the kiss. Losing my hands in his hair, running them over the strong muscles of his tensed shoulders.
He pulled away too soon. His hands cupped either side of my face.
“Promise me, Buttercup.”
“What?” My eyes were wide, my cheeks felt flushed, my lips sore. I stared into his brown eyes. They flashed with concern. And a warning.
“Promise me you will do as I say to keep safe.”
“Of course.” The answer sounded honest enough gushing from my lips but made my heart heavy with guilt. I had not told Jake that I had seen Ryder—several times—since the wedding. I had not told Jake that I had suspected his car drove by during one of my shifts—my eyes catching a glimpse of a blond-haired driver with a face like Ryder’s.
Why had I not told him? There were two answers. The first was what I loved in Jake—the thing that had just sent the thrill through me—his protection over me, required obedience. Or there were consequences. And I had already crossed that line by not telling him. The knots tightening in my stomach told me that I should fess up—take my punishment and have a clean slate with Jake. Rid myself of the guilt. Protect myself by giving Jake information he may come to need.
The second reason I hadn’t told him was for Ryder’s sake. My greatest fear is not that I will be hurt. It is hurting those I love. And over the years I had come to love Ryder a bit like a younger brother. Had his own brother not been such a jerk, we would probably be friends. Jake might even come to like him.
And I didn’t want to risk hurting his feelings. Having Jake make him feel like he was Tom when he wasn’t. Ryder’s actions were suspicious, but I had known Ryder a long time. He was harmless. And so, knowing I was safe from him I would harbor my secret a little longer, promising myself that I would tell Jake should the need arise—I prayed it never came to that. And so, my lips sealed shut.
Why am I so scared of hurting people’s feelings? Even when it means getting myself in trouble?
I guess it’s hard to change. I’ve always been this way. If someone made a joke at my expense, I laughed along. If they suggested an activity I despised, I joined right in. When my dangerous ex-fiancé wanted to meet secretly to gain closure on our failed relationship, I borrowed my sister-in-law’s white Lexus SUV and snuck right down to a coffee shop to meet him.
I think it comes from a place of trying to avoid confrontation. If you are nice to everyone, you won’t make ripples. Ripples lead to waves. And waves will come crashing down on you, hard.
When Jake forbade me to speak to Ryder—should I inevitably run into him in our small town—I knew he was only looking out for me. And I knew that on the off chance I was wrong about Ryder and he did have a streak like Thomas in him, it was a much safer bet not to talk to him at all.
But saying you won’t do something when you are at your house with your man’s arms around you is different than when you are faced with that thing in reality.
On a rainy Sunday afternoon, at the Five and Dime, while buying super plus tampons, of course, I was faced with exactly that dilemma.
As I was coming around the corner headed to the checkout, trying to hide my embarrassing purchase underneath my arm without looking like I was shoplifting, I bumped straight into the chest of Ryder. At first, I didn’t know who I had hit, averting my eyes and mumbling, ‘excuse me.’ But then I heard the laugh.
Ryder’s laugh was infectious. It was big and jovial and made anyone smile. His countenance was very different from his stoic brother, though Jake was unable to see it. I looked up and his light blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he said, “Whoa, Buttercup, slow down there. You’re gonna knock someone over.” His eyes cut to my purchase and I saw the same blush rise to his cheeks that I felt in my own.
Taking his attention from my pink and green box boasting, ‘super absorbent for all day protection’, he said, “How are you? Married life treating you okay?”
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p; Now what do I do in this circumstance? Walk away without a word? As much as I wanted to keep my promise to Jake, it just seemed too cold. Ryder was a good guy—he and I probably would have stayed friends if his brother hadn’t been such a jerk. And as I said, I can’t stand the feeling that I’ve hurt someone’s feelings. It makes me nauseous.
“I’m… well. How are you, Ryder?”
“I’m well, as well,” he said, his straight white teeth gleaming. “How’s Jake?”
“He’s great. I actually need to get going. I have to meet him.”
“Of course. I won’t hold you up. I get a feeling that husband of yours doesn’t like me.”
“It’s not that,” I quickly stuttered. “He’s just—a little protective.” I did not mention Ryder’s older brother, Tom. It seemed impolite.
“I understand. Thomas gets a bad rap and as his brother I’m doomed to get the same response.” Ryder ran a hand through his golden hair. “I just want you to know, I’m not in touch with Thomas. I’ve kind of written him off at this point. I don’t want to get wrapped up in his rap sheet, if you know what I mean.” Ryder laughed feebly at his joke. “And what he did to you. Buttercup I had no idea—"
Placing a hand on his chest, I quickly interrupted him. “You aren’t Tom, Ryder. You haven’t made his mistakes and you shouldn’t pay for them.”
A look of relief washed over his face.
“I haven’t heard from Thomas since… well… you know.”
Since your husband broke my brother’s nose and ran him out of town. That was what Ryder was thinking, I was sure of it. “Well, I wish nothing but the best for Tom.” Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I needed to get going. “Ryder, it’s been great to see you…”
“I’ll let you go, Buttercup. I didn’t mean to keep you,” he said, his tone apologetic. Running his hand anxiously through his hair again, the flush creeping up his pale cheeks, his eyes would not meet mine as he asked, “One more thing before you go—are you still volunteering at the Poke Rescue?”
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