by Marie Force
“Don’t do that.”
“Answer the question.”
“Maybe.”
He laughs at my reply and hugs me tightly. “You can feel what the thought of that does to me.”
“Is that your ultimate fantasy? To do that, with me, in public?”
“One of them.”
“What’re the others?”
“I’d so much rather show you than tell you.”
“You just want me unprepared and unaware.”
“Doesn’t the not knowing make it so much hotter?”
“I’m afraid to agree with anything you say out of fear of encouraging you.”
“There’s no real fear, though, right?”
He’s so sweet in his concern for me. “No real fear. Everything we’ve done has been… well… indescribable.”
“Try.”
“Try what?”
“To describe it.”
“Like in actual words?”
“That’d be good.”
“You like making me say things that I’d never ordinarily say, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” His hand inches up my thigh until my hand on top of it stops its progress. “I want to talk about it, all of it. The talking helps to build the trust between us. It makes it more intimate.”
“I’ll give you the words only if you let me reimburse you for the loans you paid off.”
“You drive a hard bargain, my love, but you’ve got a deal. These had better be some really good words.”
I lean in as close as I can get to him and let my lips brush against his ear. I love when he jolts and his arms tighten around me. “What we just did… I loved everything about it. I loved the anticipation, the not knowing what would happen, but also the knowing that you would touch me there.”
“Where?” he asks gruffly. “Where did I touch you?”
“My ass.” I draw out the S sound until he groans. “I couldn’t believe you licked me there. It was so dirty but so hot, so incredibly hot. When you used your fingers…” I shimmy on his lap, making sure to press against him in all the right places. “I never would’ve expected to like that as much as I do. And the plug…” I exhale, making sure my breath floats over his ear. “That was… is… crazy. It was so tight when you…”
“Fucked you. Say it.”
“When you fucked me. There was hardly enough room—”
“Stop.”
I pull back so I can see his face, which is tight and tense. “What’s wrong?”
“If you say another word, I’m going to fuck you again right here in this chair, which will certainly shock the flight attendant.”
“So they were good words?” I ask innocently, thrilled to know I’ve completely undone him.
“They were fucking awesome words.”
I return my lips to his ear. “After we eat, maybe I’ll let you fuck me right here in this chair.”
“Stop!”
Chapter 10
Just when I think she can’t possibly get any more perfect, she takes me apart, piece by piece, with a description of our lovemaking that sets me on fire. Hearing those words from her sweet mouth is one of the most incredibly arousing things I’ve ever experienced—second only to the sight of her gorgeous ass on full display for me earlier. That’s something I’ll never forget.
Watching her blossom into the amazing, sexy woman she was always meant to be has been one of the most satisfying experiences in my life. That she’s been able to overcome her painful past and put her trust and well-being in my hands is something I’ll never take for granted.
That’s especially true after spending a very long day and night thinking I might’ve lost her forever.
The meal of broiled scallops, rice and vegetables is delicious, but I barely taste a bite as I satisfy one kind of hunger only so I’ll have the strength to satisfy the other kind.
Natalie shares her scallops with Fluff, who stares at her adoringly, waiting for whatever scraps she chooses to share. She’s serene and relaxed while I’m as tightly wound as I’ve ever been after listening to her description of our sex. I want to tell her to hurry up, to eat already and be done so we can get on with it, but I don’t do that because I’m almost afraid to show her what she’s started.
Eventually, the attendant comes to collect our plates and refills our wineglasses. “Can I get you anything else?”
“No, we’re all set. You can take the rest of the flight off.”
“Oh. Okay, just hit the call button if you need anything.”
“We won’t.” Hopefully she gets the message to stay out. I won’t be responsible for anything she sees if she doesn’t take the hint.
She takes the dishes with her and closes the door.
“That was kinda rude,” my lovely wife says.
“Come back over here.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Natalie secures her wine in one of the cup holders and comes over to stand in front of me. “You beckoned?”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Here?”
“Right here.”
She glances over her shoulder at the closed door to the galley. Worrying about the attendant coming back will make this more intense for her, so I don’t allay her concerns.
“Natalie… I wasn’t asking…”
She looks at me again, as if trying to gauge what’s afoot. She has to know that she set me on fire with what she said to me. But because this is new to her, I feel the need to remind her that she still holds all the power. “You know how to say no.”
For a long moment, I wait for her to say the word that will stop everything.
After another tentative glance over her shoulder, she draws the T-shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.
“Keep going.”
The sweatpants travel slowly down her legs, inch by tantalizing inch, until she’s left wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.
“Turn around.”
She is hesitant but does as I request, but she’s crossed her arms over her chest. That’ll never do.
“Hands by your sides.” I can almost see her gritting her teeth as she turns, bare breasted, to face the door that separates us from the flight attendant. Leaning forward, I run my hands from her calves to her thighs and up to cup her ass. The bright red base of the plug is visible through the thin layer of cloth that covers her.
“Flynn…”
“Shhh. No talking.” I slide her panties down until they are snug against the bottom of her cheeks and make a circle of kisses on her bottom around the plug. I spread her cheeks, taking in the sight of her stretched to accommodate the wide girth of the medium-sized plug. I can’t wait to move her up to the next size. All in good time.
Then I let my fingers slide through the flood of wetness to find her clit standing up at full attention. I’m satisfied to discover she’s more than wet enough for what I have in mind. Her legs wobble.
While continuing to caress her clit, I put my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.
“Turn back toward me, sweetheart.”
With her panties keeping her legs together, she moves stiffly.
“Take your panties off.”
I can sense her hesitance as she bends to comply with my request. Any second now, she’s sure the flight attendant is going to reappear. She’s about to discover that the fear of getting caught can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I take advantage of the opportunity to remove my own clothes while keeping a close eye on her. I make sure to remove the remote for the plug from my pocket and place it under my leg so she can’t see it. When she’s standing upright, her panties on the floor, I hold out my hands to bring her onto my lap, straddling me.
Her hands land on my chest as she tries to find her balance. “Didn’t we just do this?”
“That was before you talked dirty to me.”
“You made me!”
I shrug as if that isn’t true. I got exactly what I wanted—and
then some. “Now you have to pay the consequences.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Are you looking for a spanking?”
“You can’t spank me for doing what you told me to.”
“I can spank you for doing it too well.”
“There’s no logic to that.”
“Are you arguing with your Dom, little sub?”
“No.”
“No, who?”
“Sir.”
I fill my hands with her breasts and kiss a path up her neck to bite her earlobe. “I think you like pushing my buttons because you like being spanked.”
“That’s not true.”
“Did I ask you a question? No, I didn’t think so.” She’s so wet, I can feel her moisture collecting on the rigid length of my cock, which wants in on this—right now. “I want you to fuck me this time, Nat.”
“Like this?”
“Just like this.” I want to see the expression on her face when my cock squeezes into the tight space that’s already compromised by the plug. I want to watch her come alive when the plug begins to vibrate. I want to suck on her nipples and completely overwhelm her senses.
She takes me in hand and guides me into her slick heat, coming down on me slowly, carefully. It’s an effort for her to relax and allow me in when there’s almost nowhere for me to go.
I grasp her ass cheeks and hold her open, hoping to ease the entry.
“I-I don’t think I can,” she says when she’s only taken about half of me.
“Yes, you can.” I stroke her clit and make her gasp. I also make her forget she’s trying to resist me, allowing another inch to slide inside her. I love the way her head falls back in complete surrender and the way her breasts jut forward, riding the arch of her back. I can’t resist the sweet temptation right in front of me. Cupping her left breast, I run my tongue around in circles and feel her inner muscles contract around my cock.
I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking and tugging until it’s hard and tight against my lips. Ever so gently, I begin to bite down on her nipple, giving her something else to think about other than the tight squeeze of my cock invading her.
Then her arms encircle my head, holding me to her chest. That’s when I know she’s on the verge of leaving all her worries behind and giving herself up to the moment. I reach under my leg for the remote and turn the plug on high. As the first vibrations register with her, she slams down on me, taking me to the root. She goes wild, crying out as her body adjusts to me. I wonder if she even knows she’s having one orgasm after another. Between the tight grip of her muscles and the vibration that’s right up against my cock, I’m fending off my own orgasm.
Time to bring her back to me. With my arms banding around her, I force her to be still and take her nipple back into my mouth, biting down again, and drawing a whimper from her that makes my cock expand inside her.
“Can’t get bigger,” she whispers. “No more.” Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and a bead of sweat runs from her neck to the valley between her breasts. I’m completely and utterly mesmerized by her.
“Look at me, Natalie.”
She forces her eyes open. They’re glazed and unfocused. I wait until she blinks me into focus.
“How you doing?”
“I-I’m… I don’t know.”
“Feels good?”
“Feels full. Really, really full.”
“What am I doing to you right now?”
“Fucking me with your great big dick.”
Holy shit. She’s incredible. Those words from that sweet, sweet mouth make me crazy. She gives me more than I ask for every damn time. “That’s my girl,” I say gruffly. “You know what I like. Now move your hips.”
She rolls forward and then backward, sending me deeper than I already was.
“That’s it. That’s the way. Faster now.”
Her hand curls around my neck, and she picks up the pace, the combination of her tight heat and the insistent vibration nothing short of combustible. When her eyes close and her head falls back again, she bites her lip. That’s when I know she’s trying not to come.
I reach between us and find her clit hard and full. The mere touch of my finger makes her gasp. “Not yet.”
“Can’t hold it back.”
“Yes, you can. Don’t stop.” I leave my finger there to make sure that every forward stroke of her hips will bring her clit into contact with my finger.
“Please,” she whispers.
“You can come now.” I bring her lips down on mine to smother the sharp scream that accompanies her release. She thrashes against me, and I hold back as long as I can before I join her, letting go as she collapses into my arms, utterly spent. When I’ve recovered my breath, I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed.
She opens her eyes and blinks twice.
“Welcome back.”
“How do you do this to me every time?” Her voice sounds gravelly and rusty from screaming.
“What did I do?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You know just what to do.”
“Are you tired?”
“I’m wrecked. Utterly and completely ruined.”
“Then I’ve done my job as your husband and as your Dom.” I kiss her and look down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed and worn and sweaty from our loving. Reluctantly, I withdraw from her. “Get some sleep. We still have a couple of hours to go.”
“Only if you’ll come sleep with me.”
I have scripts to read, proposals to review… A million things I’ve let slide in the last few weeks. I’m so far behind, I may never catch up. But my wife wants me to sleep with her? I’m there.
“Let me clean up our clothes and check on Fluff. I’ll be right back.”
By the time I crawl into bed with her ten minutes later, she’s out cold.
It’s raining when we arrive in LA, where we’re met by Seth and Josh, who drive us home to Flynn’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I guess his house is my house now, too, which reminds me of something I’ve wanted to ask him for a while now.
“Did Valerie live here?”
He pauses midway through opening a beer. “Not really. She never actually moved in. We spent most of the time we were married filming the only two movies we were in together back-to-back.”
“So those aren’t her plates? The sheets on the bed?”
“Mine and mine alone. Everything in this house is mine, and you should feel free to change up anything you want to make it yours, too.”
“That’s nice of you. Thank you.” I pause before I ask the one question that has been weighing on me for days now. “If she never lived here, how did she know about the room in the basement?”
He puts the beer on the counter and leans his hip against it, crossing his arms. As always, the topic of Valerie raises his hackles. “After we wrapped the second film, we were talking about finally moving in together, officially, when I decided I should tell her about it. I showed her the room, which was much less elaborate then than it is now. Obviously, it was a huge mistake to take her down there, because she had no desire to understand me or what’s important to me.”
“She has no idea what she missed out on.”
He stares at me in that intense way he does so well. “When you show me how badly you want to understand me, it gets me,” he says softly, “right here.” He lays his hand over his heart. “I actually feel it.”
I go to him and kiss him, caressing the stubble on his jaw. “I know that feeling. I get it, too.”
Putting his arms around me, he holds me for a long quiet moment.
“Have I completed my punishment?”
“Oh damn, I forgot all about that.”
I raise my head, intending to chew him out for forgetting, but he’s laughing. He hasn’t forgotten anything.
“You’ve done a great job with your punishment, sweetheart.”
“So how do I get this thing out of me?”
“Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. Slide to the end of the bed with your legs as far apart as you can get them. I’ll be right there to help you out.”
“Are you serious? We’ve had sex—wild, monkey sex—three times today already. You’re going to break me.”
“Who said anything about having sex? You said you wanted the plug out. That’s all we’re doing.”
Crossing my arms, I eye him skeptically. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”
He takes a drink of his beer. “I have no idea. Now isn’t there something you’re supposed to be doing?”
I shake my head in frustration and amusement. Clearly he enjoys keeping me off balance in this new arrangement of ours. Still wondering what he’s up to, I go into the bedroom, where a rack of clothes is waiting for me—gorgeous dresses in various lengths and colors. And shoes… pair after pair of delicate, beaded, open-toed shoes, posed on top of their boxes.
“Flynn!”
He comes to the door, Fluff along with him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, but what’s all this?”
“Tenley dropped that off for you. We’ve got the Oscar nominee luncheon Monday and the Nominees Night celebration at Spago Monday night. She’ll be here that morning to help you get ready.”
“Is there some sort of list I could get of all these events?”
“I’m sorry. Yes, of course. I’ll ask Addie to get you something and make sure you’re included on all the emails going forward.” He pulls out his phone. “What’s your address?”
“It was my school address. I need to get a new one.”
“We’ll set you up with a Quantum address. Addie will take care of that for us.” He punches in a text and then grimaces. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“Emmett texted me. The meeting with the FBI agent is on for Monday morning.”
“Okay…”
“It’s not okay. We had nothing to do with it, and they’re wasting our time.”
“Then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s just talk to him and get it over with.”
“It’ll have to be early. I want you to have enough time to get ready for the luncheon.”
“I can do early.”