by Krissy V
We wake up in the afternoon. It’s wonderful how time disappears being here, mind you, in all fairness; time has slipped through my fingers like sand since we met. I love that about her, I’m a polar opposite to what I once was. The guy that would coyote his arm to get away. Not now, not with Aurora. It only goes to show how easy her company is, how easy our relationship is. It was the deciding factor for confirming she was the one. I haven’t thought about fucking anyone else since meeting her, which is totally not me.
I make us a late lunch and we chat for the rest of the afternoon. I watch her as she talks, her toes wiggle every now and then, when she’s excited about something. It’s so damn cute. Wow, I shock myself, that’s not something I thought would come out of my mouth… Cute? I laugh to myself, God; this woman is already changing me.
“How would you feel if we extended our honeymoon?” I look over to her. “I feel like I’ve robbed you of a romantic paradise thing. Like I’ve cheap-skated you? I mean, you deserve the world, and here we are, holed up here... You haven’t gotten dressed since we came here,” I laugh. “It’s not like I couldn’t.” I look at her sheepishly. “I mean ‘we’, can’t afford it and being honest, it’s my practice, it’s not like I have to answer to anyone bar myself. It pays to be the boss,” I wink. “We can go anywhere, do anything. You name it and we’re there?” She shakes her head jovially, laughing. “I just want to spoil you,” I lean in for a kiss. “You deserve the best, you’re my wife,” I whisper to her.
I should have known what saying all of that would do to her, she’s such a romantic and I can’t help but play into that, obviously, with the best of intentions. I can’t help myself, it’s like a personal mission to make her happy.
My friends would say that she’s only after my money, with how we’ve moved so quickly, I understand that. If any of my pals had told me they married someone after only dating them less than a month, I would have said the very same. But she’s not like that, I know she’s not, she couldn’t fake what we share. It’s not all about the sex either, I can get that with any woman, anytime I want. But I know once they meet her, they’ll get it. They’ll be envious of me; she’s stunning and has a body that makes your cock instantly hard. They’ll be thinking of her everytime they reach for their cocks, especially when they have a wank. And I’m cool with that. I’ve wanked thinking about their wives and girlfriends, and actually over an ex or two of theirs.
They’ll be more surprised with the fact that I actual married someone and now use the word ‘make love’. They will no doubt take the piss out of me and I can hear all the ‘married jokes’ now. But if anything, they will be very intrigued with the ‘woman’ that made me settle down. I even think a few of them will be majorly disappointed, as they won’t be able to live vicariously through me and my antics anymore. But hey-ho, not my fault they settled for burgers. They could be eating steak like me. If they even whisper the word ‘gold digger’, we will come to blows; I will not have them saying anything like that.
She won’t let me turn the wedding video off, saying that the day was over for her too quickly. I do point out that we ‘are’ on our honeymoon. Her face lights up every time I say it.
It’s funny, in the few days we’ve been married, I actually feel different. My whole outlook on life, everything in general, has changed and for the better I think.
I’m a changed man…
And it’s all down to Aurora…
Chapter Four
We wake the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside in the trees. I love how she snuggles into me. Her body fits perfectly against mine, it’s like we were made for each other. I kiss her gently on the forehead, as not to wake her and get up to make us breakfast. I love spoiling her and the look on her face makes it all worth it.
Breakfast in bed has become our thing, she loves everything I make for her and I love doing it. It bamboozles me how much I do, so not the ‘old me’. She jokes that she never used to eat breakfast until now, and now she can’t get enough of it. Will I make her breakfast every day? I tell her; “For the rest of my life,” I give her one of my smouldering looks. She leans in for a kiss. It’s a long, lingering one. A dangerous one, one that will lead to something else. But she knows this already…
She may look the picture of innocence, but I can tell you, she’s an utter demon in the sack. She rings my bell like a seasoned bellringer. Ding dong, I couldn’t ask for more in a partner for life.
I’m lost in her, as she devours my mouth. She seductively, slides her hand across my thigh and straight to my cock. She gives me one of those naughty minx like looks she does, as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. She draws her hand back and forth, while she still retains her minx like eye contact. She purrs that; she’s going to thank me properly for the wonderful breakfast and not being a husband who snores. She devours my mouth again as she crawls up into my lap and straddles me. Her opening is hovering above my tip. She kisses me hard, ravenously, as she impales herself on my rod. My hands are on her hips, although I really want them to be on her tits, her nipples to be more precise. She gyrates, as she moves up and down, causing her nipples to brush against my chest. She knows what to do to me, to tip me over the edge. I love it; it’s like standing on the edge of a cliff in a storm, waiting for the wind to push you over at any minute.
Where once I would last hours, now, this woman has me like a teen with his first wank mag. It blows my mind how this woman knows, just how to press my buttons. She runs her fingers through my hair and starts to clench it between her grip, as she grinds so fucking slowly on my cock. Her tongue teases my neck; my skin is electric to her touch.
She’s got me near and she knows it, a devious smile appears on her face. “You’re going to make me cum aren’t you?” She nods seductively, varying her movement, as she tugs harder on my hair. “You’re unmerciful woman,” I say, as I lift her up and place her onto her back, while I’m still inside her. I grind, gyrating hard, as she kisses me, she’s insatiable. I can feel her clenching her pussy around my shaft, it drives me nuts. I break from her mouth and look at her, as I tease and toy one of her nipples, before leaning down and taking it between my teeth. I bite down just enough to hear her gasps of delight. It makes me slam hard in her, driving my cock up as far as I can. She moans a series of “Mmmm’s” and I’m so near, I pull out. I want to watch myself cum. I give her a devious look, as I hook my arms under her knees and line my tip up to her opening. “You ready?” I smirk, with devilment. She leans back into the pillow making herself comfortable, as she moans a soft ‘yes’ and I slide slowly, teasing her, as I inch my cock into her.
Her eyes narrow with desire and she’s gagging for me to fuck her like a jackhammer. But I’m not. “What’s good for the goose,” I mockingly growl, as I wink, before slamming hard into her. I pull out slowly and repeat it a few times. She’s really gagging for me to fuck her like a rabbit. She wants my cum. On the last slam, I stay in her, nudging that sweet spot that drives her wild. We move together, our bodies, perfectly entwined and moving as one, breathing as one. We look into each other’s eyes, lost in each other. It feels so good; we’re going to cum…
She’s purring a long, gorgeous series of “Mmmmmm’s,” which vibrate down to her pussy as she starts to tremble. I feel it in her tight pussy, clenching around my swollen cock. It’s too much to bear. “I love you,” I whisper as I look into her eyes, my heart thunders in me, I can feel myself tremble as the cum rises to my tip and pumps into her wet, beautiful pussy.
We are one…
Suddenly, as I release my load, there’s an almighty, thunderous crash, it’s like the world explodes…
“Edward Vincent,”
“What the hell?” I protest as two men roughly grab my shoulders and yank me off Aurora, pulling me to my feet. I look around the cabin and see a number of armed police from the tactical unit aiming their guns at me.
“I am arresting you on suspicion of the kidnapping, false imprisonment and rape of Auror
a Rose.
“Rape?” I look at the men who are obviously detectives, judging by their suits as they’re not in uniform. “Rape? She’s my wife for Christ’s sake… We’re on our honeymoon!” I stare at the men, as one of them grabs my arms and places them behind my back and handcuffs me. “What are you doing?”
They take no notice of me and start to usher me out towards the door of the cabin. I see there are more armed police outside and then some medics rush past me into the cabin. I’m trying to protest, as the detectives escort me out the door, but they are unflinching, as I try my damnedest fighting to get back to Aurora.
“You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand what I’ve just said?”
“This is absurd,” I scoff, slightly shivering in the cold, as the flashing blue lights from the emergency vehicles light up the scene. I don’t give a shit about being naked and stand there proud. I have a body they can only wish for, or rather their wives would. “We’re married, she’s my wife.” The two detectives completely ignore me, but I notice one writing everything I’m saying in his police pocket book. A police officer walks towards me with a large blanket and places it over my shoulders. I’m then walked to a police car of all things and notice everyone is giving me cold, blank stares. “No, no, you’ve got this all wrong.” I protest again, trying to dig my heals in and get back to Aurora. The detective looks at me and shakes his head as he guides me down and into the backseat of the police car and shuts the door, with a firm slam. The two detectives get into the car and we drive off. I can’t believe what’s happening.
I don’t understand? No one says anything on the journey to the police station. I’m flummoxed. Then it dawns on me…
Her ex.
He’s obviously trying to cause trouble, hasn’t moved on or made peace with the fact that they are over… He’s probably heard that we got married and is a sore loser. She said he was a complete cunt. I was surprised, not a word you would expect from a lady like her. But a word she used to show exactly how she felt about him. A word only used for certain people… People like him.
I’m just about to suggest this, when we arrive at the police station and taken in the back way. Funny, as I’m a pillar of respect, I’ve only ever gone through the main front doors of a police station and that’s normally armed with a hefty donation. I also give free treatment to any officer who have had any oral damage caused in the line of duty. And, I give huge discounts for those that work for the emergency services, current or retired, for dental treatment. I actually donate to all of their funds and charities. I understand how important the work they do is.
I’m led through a corridor and we enter a large room, with a long, solid looking counter and I’m cautioned again by the Custody Sergeant. He shows me a written notice, telling me of my rights. He asks if there are any possessions of mine to process? One of the arresting detectives gives a quick, distasteful, side-glance at me, as he answers; they arrested me as I am.
I ask about Aurora, the Custody Sergeant stares at me expressionless, before wearily telling them; “Take him to the cells”. They and a Duty Officer walk me to the cells and open the door to one.
“In you go,” one of the detectives motions with his head for me to go in. “And for fucks sake, cover yourself up man, put that on.” He motions to the paper ‘hazmat style’, boiler suit, which is folded neatly on the rubber covered mattress. I pull the blanket tighter around me and lift my foot up to step over the threshold, when I feel a small shove and I’m suddenly thrust into the cell and the door is abruptly slammed shut.
“I have rights,” I repeatedly slam my hand, banging it against the door in protest.
“Yeah, so did Aurora Rose,” I hear from the other side of the door and then there is silence.
“She’s Aurora Vincent, actually, get it right,” I shout, correcting whoever that was, as I bang my fist against the door. But I see my remonstration is of no use and walk toward the knee high concrete block slab, which is supposed to be my bed. I sit down and shake my head.
How on earth am I here? Locked up in a cell and on my fucking honeymoon of all things…
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, when I hear footsteps and my cell door opens … It’s the two detectives followed by the Duty Officer.
“You need to put that on!” One of the detectives points to the paper boiler suit and gives me a ‘no nonsense’ look. They wait for me to do as I’m told.
Begrudgingly, I put on the paper boiler suit. The two detectives engage me, leading me out of the cell and down the corridor to an interview room. I’ve only ever seen these on TV, like the cells. I’m guided to a chair by the desk. One places a hand on my shoulder, assisting me to sit down, which I do, like I have a choice. As I look around the small room, they sit opposite me.
One cautions me again, reads me my rights and informs me that they are recording this interview.
And so it begins…
Or rather I do…
“Aurora?” I look between the two of them worried. God knows what she’s thinking about all of this? Them busting down our door, it must have given her the fright of her life. But she’ll tell them this is all a huge mistake. It’s her ex causing trouble because he’s jealous?
“She’s in hospital, receiving medical attention,” one says, trying his damnedest to keep his cool. He shakes his head at me with contempt. “I don’t understand why?” I look at him puzzled. “Why a good looking man like you, would do this?” I shrug; I haven’t a fucking clue what he’s on about.
“We’re married,” I stare at him like the idiot he is. Then I see something on the desk in front of us. “Look, that’s our wedding album,” and I motion to the pictures I printed while shopping, which are in the sealed plastic evidence bag.
“How did you do it?” He stares at me, I look at him like the mad man he is. “Don’t worry, we’ll find out in the tox report,” he mocks to his partner. “It’s a sad day for guys like you and me,” he shakes his head, bewildered. “When someone like that has to do what he’s done,” he looks back to me solidly. “We got your stash,” he raises his eyebrows, pleased with himself. “You got yourself an array of cocktails,” he nods his head wanting me to agree, he’s goading me. “Ketamine, MDNA, even rohypnol,” he purses his lips together as he thinks.
“Sounds like a rape cocktail kit to me,” His partner chirps in.
“Rape? … I was making love to my wife,” I state matter of factly. “How is that against the law?” I look between the two, exasperated. “She’s my wife,” I stare back at them. “You have the album there, look at it,” I say with contempt, as I glare at them with conviction. “We’re married.”
“We’ve seen them… And the so called ‘wedding video’ on your phone,” he scoffs with great displeasure, shaking his head. “Dressing her up in a bridal gown and taking pictures and videos with your phone, doesn’t make you married,” he jeers.
“We’ve seen your office,” his partner chirps in. “Nice wall picture of the tropical beach,” he looks at me sarcastically.
“It’s Bali… And it’s called a ‘wall mural’,” I answer nonchalantly, rolling my eyes. Fucking Neanderthals. But how would they know that, being on a just a mere detectives salary?
“We’ve heard the audio you have set up at your surgery as well,” he purses his lips together again, pleased with himself. “Nice touch that… It must be very relaxing for your patients… Waves lashing against the shore,” he smiles at me with a glint in his eye. “So Edward… How did you do it?” He looks at me. “You obviously drugged her there,” he licks his lips, watching my reaction. “She’s been talking about the beach,” he looks to his partner. “No beach here?”
His partner shakes his head in agreement. “No beach here, not for miles around.”
“But wait... What about… At your nice house?”
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“A very nice house,” his partner nods sarcastically.
“We have a forensic team there right now,” he winks at me, very pleased with himself. “So… Back to the million dollar question… How did you do it?” I say nothing and look at him expressionless, exhaling calmly. He looks at me, very cocksure of himself. “I think,” and he glances at his partner and then back to me. “That you got her in your dentist’s chair… I think,” he pauses, toying with me. I can see him bite the inside of his cheek with delight. He’s doing what my sister used to do when she had the upper hand on me. Except, she would be tell-telling on something ridiculously silly. I sit upright; I want to hear what he has to say. “I think you definitely struck while she was in the chair,” he starts to smirk. “I’m just trying to figure out, how exactly you got the drugs into her system first, without her knowing? Obviously, you’ve been drugging her since you got her, I’m putting money, on it being in her food and drinks.” He smirks again as he pauses. “But let’s go back to the start… When you first got her and I reckon it was when she came to your surgery for?” He looks at me like I’m going to finish off his sentence. “That, we don’t know as yet,” he says regretfully. “We’ve also checked your records and have found no appointments for her? So we don’t know why she was actually there in the first place?” He looks at me, but I shrug at him. “… So, I reckon, she’s at the surgery with you, for some reason or other and her guard is down.” He looks at me again, as he deliberates. “But as you well know Edward, dentists don’t legally have access to anything nowadays because… All sedation dentistry is now done in hospitals. Which makes me believe that the drugs you used were illegally obtained. You and I both know, Ketamine and MDNA is easy to get hold of, on the streets… And so is rohypnol, if you know the right people,” he looks at me smugly. “And you happen to know the right people Edward, don’t you?” I give him a sarcastic smirk, as I sit back relaxed, but confident and stare at him. “I’m just trying to figure out how you first dosed her? I reckon you dosed the cotton wool balls that you put in her mouth… No one would ever suspect that, would they?” He looks at me pleased with his Sherlock Homes moment. “You’re a clever chap Edward, I’ll give you that. I just don’t understand why? You’re gifted, the whole package… You’ve got the looks, brains, and money,” he shakes his head woefully.