“Paul, my accountant and the head of security will be here soon. I suggest you start packing your things before they arrive.”
With these words, James turns and begins leading me out of the office, an arm holding me close to his hard frame. I look over my shoulder and see my dad standing there, his face blanched and his eyes shooting daggers at us. I look away, my shoulders slumping with exhaustion, and lean more heavily into James.
He says nothing as we walk to the elevators and he presses the button for the basement. As the elevator begins to descend his phone rings.
“Yes, she’s with me. I’m taking her home,” he says in a calm, controlled voice.
I don’t look up from the floor, but I feel his arm tighten around me.
James is quiet during the drive back to our house, and I can’t think of anything to say to break the silence. He parks in front of the house and gets out to open my door.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I get out of the car.
His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t reply. I walk ahead of him, and as we pass the kitchen counter, he grabs my arm and swings me around, walking me backward until I’m pressed up against the marble top.
“Is there anything you want to say to me, Clarissa?”
I look up into his soft blue eyes and feel like I’m falling into an abyss.
Chapter 11
Clarissa
I step back further as James advances, his body pressing into mine, his muscles settling against my softness. I look up and utter remorsefully, “I’m sorry.”
James’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you sorry for?”
“For my father’s behavior. I didn’t know he was—”
“Shh, baby. That’s not your fault. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he interrupts me, his hands resting on my hips.
“This was why you were so upset last week, wasn’t it?” I recall all the times he tried to divert my attention from the issue and feel even more miserable. He was trying to protect me from my own father.
“I knew if you found out about what he had done it would hurt you. I didn’t want you to have to choose between us.” His face softens and he brings a finger up and traces it down my cheek.
“There’s no choice to be made. You’re my husband.”
“And?” His finger taps my lips softly.
“And what?” I ask. What else does he want me to say?
“I’m your husband and what?” He repeats his question, his voice getting firmer.
“You’re my husband and I’m married to you.” The statement comes out more like a question, my confusion evident in my tone.
“Fuck, Clarissa. You drive me fucking crazy,” he says, and his mouth swoops down to capture mine.
His hands move from my hips to my waist and lift me onto the counter with ease. I put my hands on his shoulders and his dive into my hair as he continues kissing me wildly, seeking my tongue out and sucking it into his mouth with strong pulls.
“I need to be inside you,” he says against my mouth as his hands go to the side zipper of my skirt. In moments, he has my skirt pooled on the kitchen floor and his hands are unbuttoning my blouse in rapid, jerky motions.
I turn my head sideways to get some air into my starved lungs, and James starts kissing down my throat, swirling his tongue in patterns in the hollow, wetting it and then pulling back slightly to blow hot air on my moist skin.
“Lean back,” he says when I’m naked, the cold counter under my ass making chills run through my frame.
James has his body wedged between my open thighs, his arms urging me to lie on the marble. I slowly start to lean back as he watches, his eyes hooded with lust.
When my back is fully pressed to the hard surface, James looming over me, his hands keeping my legs wrapped around his thighs, he says, “Now reach up and grab the edge with both hands.”
I stare at him in shock and then turn my head slightly to look at the edge of the counter, far away from where my head is resting in the middle. “James,” I protest, uncertain. Gripping the counter’s edge will leave my whole body stretched, and the feeling of being exposed completely in such a manner is unnerving.
“Do it, baby,” he commands, his voice unrelenting. There is no softness or give in it, his face an implacable mask as he watches me. He’s always made sure in the past that I’m comfortable with what we’re doing in bed before taking it further. But right now there’s something wild and untamed about him and I can see he wants to push me, to stretch my limits.
Resolve fills me, my jaw tightening and my chin rising in the air. A smirk decorates the side of his mouth, but when my arms reach up and try to grab the edge, his face hardens with unrestrained passion. I try to hold on to the edge but my hands fall short of reaching it.
I look up at James in helpless frustration, and his eyes darken right before he gives a hard thrust that rubs his clothed erection on my exposed mound, pressing into my clit with exquisite pressure. My body moves up the counter from the force, my back arching as I gasp.
“Hold on, baby,” he says again, and I grab at the end of the counter that is now within reach with both hands, my fingers straining in the tight hold I have on the smoothly curved edge. “Hold tight and don’t let go.”
James looks up at my hands to make sure I have a secure hold and then grabs my thighs and pulls me forward until my ass is at the edge and my whole body is stretched tight along the length of the counter, my breasts thrust into the air. I gasp and squirm, feeling embarrassment mix with arousal at being so exposed and open while he’s still dressed.
“Be still. I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will be as sore from my cock as your ass will soon be from my hand.” He continues grinding his cock into the juncture between my legs, his hands coming up and molding themselves to my raised breasts, kneading them firmly.
“W-what?” I gasp.
He tweaks both my nipples at the same time before leaning over me to take them in his mouth, one after another. His tongue takes soothing licks on my flesh to ease the jolt of pain from earlier.
“What’s wrong, baby? You don’t want a spanking?” James’s voice is teasing as he mouths the words in a low, heated tone at the side of my breast, his tongue coming in to swipe my nipple in soft strokes.
I try to speak around the thick knot in my throat, my breasts aching and my pussy throbbing where his pants are chafing and rubbing against it.
He stops and looks up at me. “Then tell me what I want to hear.”
I swallow and ask slowly, “What do you want to hear?”
In a move that I don’t see coming, he rears back and flips me so my arms are crossed above my head. My breasts are smashed against the marble and the cold instantly pebbles my nipples. James raises his hand and smacks my ass four times in quick succession, two slaps on each cheek.
“James!” I squeal and try to wiggle away, but he grabs my hips and flips me back so I’m facing him, my heated ass getting some relief from contact with the cool surface.
“Tell me what you told your father in his office.” He leans over me, his hands trailing up my arms to my hands, his fingers tangling with mine. “Tell me you love me so I can say it back.”
“James,” I whisper as his face blurs in my vision, my eyes misting.
“Shh. Don’t cry, baby,” he says as he plants soft kisses at the corners of my eyes. “You know what it does to me.”
I hiccup and the movement shakes a few tears loose, the drops sliding down my face to get absorbed in the hairs at my temple.
“Fuck, if I see one more tear leave your eyes, I’ll turn your ass from the blushing shade of pink it is now to a blistering red.” His gaze trails the drops that have escaped as one of his hands comes down to rub the still warm skin of my ass.
I give a watery laugh and shake my head. “You can’t order me to stop crying.”
“I just did.” He squeezes my ass and gives a harder thrust against my pussy.
“These are happy
tears,” I say, but he doesn’t look satisfied with my explanation, and his eyes search mine. I narrow my eyes in exasperation. “You’re lucky I love you, caveman.”
His gaze softens and his hands come on either side of my face, lifting my mouth to his. The kiss is gentle and sweet and filled with gratitude. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
I’m so lost in his kiss that I don’t realize he’s unzipped his slacks and freed his cock until I feel the head pressing against my opening, demanding entrance. I relax under him and bring my arms up to wrap them around his neck.
He stops and lifts his head. “Hands above your head, baby.” His hands hold mine and bring them to the edge of the counter again, his fingers entwining with mine. “I did tell you I’ll fuck you hard, didn’t I?”
I lift my head and nuzzle into his neck, tasting the salty, musky flavor of his skin. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He presses his body deeper into mine and in one hard thrust is seated to the hilt. My breath is stolen from my lungs, and I gasp for air as he sets a brutal, punishing rhythm, pounding in and out of me like a wild beast.
“Oh God, James,” I yell.
“That’s right, Clarissa.” His voice is hoarse, his strokes never faltering. “I love you, baby. I love you so goddamn much.” His right hand squeezes in between us and starts rubbing my clit in furious swipes. “Come for me. And when you do, tell me what I need to hear. Fucking shout it out loud, baby.”
I tighten around him in strong pulses that milk his cock and send ecstasy shooting through my veins.
“Fuck, pull it out of me, Clarissa. Pull all my cum out of me and take it deep into your clenching, little pussy.”
I throw my head back as my orgasm crashes down on me. James puts his other hand under my head so I don’t hit it on the hard marble, his fingers fisting tightly in my hair and holding my mouth to his muscled chest.
I turn my head in his grip and bite down on his left nipple, my “I love you,” muffled against his flesh. It’s drowned out a second later by his roar as his cock jerks inside me and he cums.
His body remains still and tense for a moment before he collapses against me, his weight on top of me making me feel covered in a warm, heavy blanket of safety. I bring my hands to his hair and softly stroke his hair as he buries his face in my chest, moving his head side to side so the stubble on his jaw scrapes against the sides of my breasts.
“James,” I protest laughingly.
I feel him smirk against my skin. “Just putting my mark on you, baby,” he says in his deep, throaty voice. A shiver snakes through me, and he whispers, “You’re cold,” before picking me up off the counter and slinging me over his shoulder, his arms across my thighs keeping me in place.
“I can walk,” I huff, but I secretly love this show of strength and possession.
“It’s faster this way,” he replies with a smack to my butt as he carries me up to the en-suite bathroom.
He turns on the shower and adjusts the setting before sliding me down his body, the hot water cascading in rivulets over us. He gently brushes the hair back from my face, looking down into my eyes with a solemn expression.
“I’m sorry about your father. I didn’t want you to find out about him this way.”
“He was embezzling money from the company, wasn’t he?” The suspicion had been developing in the back of my mind ever since my father’s insistence on me getting those papers signed for him. But it was confirmed when James mentioned his accountant before we left his office.
James doesn’t say anything in reply but his jaw tightens and he averts his eyes, leaning over to pick up the washcloth. He squeezes his body wash on it and starts rubbing it over my body, all without once meeting my gaze.
“Hey,” I whisper and put my hands on his face, urging him to look at me. “This isn’t on you. It’s on him. I love you for trying to protect me from him, but I needed to know. He’s my father and I was trying to mend my relationship with him, but he was just trying to use me for his own good. So, I needed to know now before I ended up getting more hurt in the future.”
“I didn’t want him hurting you. Not now and not ever. I don’t want anything bad to ever fucking touch you.” He slides the cloth over my breasts, rubbing around the redness I can see forming there from the burn of his stubble.
Seeing it makes a small smile flit across James’s mouth, and the darkness that had encompassed him at the mention of my father lifts away. He gets down on his knees and drops the cloth to use his hands and clean between my legs. The gentle way he soaps and cleans the folds of my pussy brings tears to my eyes. Thankfully, he’s so engrossed in his task, he doesn’t look up and see them.
“As long as you’re by my side, nothing can hurt me. You’re my entire world, James. I don’t need anyone but you.”
He wraps his arms around me, his head resting on my stomach, and I lean down and press my mouth to his hair at the top of his head, breathing him in.
“That’s good to hear, firecracker. Because I’m never letting you go. This is forever,” he whispers.
And I agree.
Epilogue
Clarissa
“Come back here, firecracker,” James hisses quietly, passing by the nursery on silent feet.
It’s hilarious watching a grown man tiptoe around the house as if he’s afraid of being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I laugh softly and continue walking backward. I bring my hands up and squeeze my breasts through the nightgown I’m wearing.
“Is this what you want?” I ask teasingly.
James curses under his breath and starts walking faster toward me, his gaze fixed on my breasts straining against the material of my gown. “I’m fucking thirsty, baby. And you know it’s my turn for a drink.”
I reach the door of the master bedroom and turn to dash inside, but before I make it three steps, strong arms pick me up and swing me around, my back against the wall. James lifts me up so my breasts are level with his mouth and uses one hand to lower the neckline of my gown so that my breasts pop out of it, pressed together tightly.
“Fuck. Look at these beauties. Your tits are the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen,” James growls before he opens his mouth wide and sucks both my leaking nipples into his mouth at the same time. His tongue swirls around them and taps them in rough strokes that make more milk drip out.
He starts sucking furiously, his throat moving with his huge swallows. His cock presses against my belly, hard and insistent, and I bring my hands down to rub it through the material of his pajamas. He moans around my nipples, the slurping noise of his actions making my arousal ratchet higher as his hands squeeze my breasts in rhythmic pulses to get every last drop out.
“James,” I call out. “I need you. God, please—”
“Does your pussy ache, baby?” He lifts his head, his lips glistening and his face lined with hunger. “Tell me whose cock your needy, little pussy wants. Who can feed it and ease that pain you feel?”
“You, James. I need your cock inside me.” My hands are urgent and desperate as I start pushing his trousers down his legs, his cock bobbing free. “Only you,” I say as I guide him to my throbbing entrance.
A disjointed, piercing wail fills the air. We both freeze. James looks at me with regret before he lets me down gently until my feet touch the floor. He steps away from me and pulls his trousers up, leaning in to give me a soft kiss before turning around and leaving the room.
I sag against the wall, my body oscillating as waves of arousal rush through me, making me feel drained. I fix my nightgown before going to the bed and sitting with my back against the headboard.
“There’s Daddy’s little princess,” I hear James coo to our three-month-old daughter through the baby monitor. Amelia chortles delightedly at her father’s voice, and I bask in the sound of her happiness.
A few moments later, James walks in, holding her close to his chest like a precious bundle as he rocks her in his arms. He comes and sits down on the bed next to me.
“Would my princess like to sleep with Mommy and Daddy tonight?” James asks Amelia as he makes faces at her.
She gurgles excitedly and grabs James’s pinky finger, waving it around in the air.
“Look at her. She has such a strong grip,” James tells me, looking adorably proud that his daughter was able to achieve such a feat.
I laugh softly and shake my head. Amelia has her father wrapped around her small, chubby fingers, and James dotes on her. “James, we talked about letting her sleep in here with us.”
“But she gets scared all alone in her room. Just for tonight,” he pleads. “From tomorrow I promise I won’t bring her in here.”
I shake my head again. No, tomorrow he will just stay in the nursery with her until she goes back to sleep. James can’t bear to hear Amelia crying and is up and running at the slightest sound. But I love how he cares for our daughter. He has cut back his hours at the office since she was born so he can spend more time with us at home.
“Come on. Let’s go to sleep,” I say as I scoot over to the other side and slide under the covers.
James lies down beside me with Amelia resting on his chest, one large hand holding her securely while the other comes around my shoulders to pull me close to his side.
“Love you, baby. Thank you for everything you’ve given me since you came into my life,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead, his nose nuzzling into my hair and breathing deeply.
“Well, you did force me to marry you,” I sass back at him, snuggling closer into his warmth.
“Best decision I ever made. Now you are bound to me forever.” There is pride and satisfaction in his voice, and his arm tightens around me.
I sigh and close my eyes. Yes, I’m bound to him forever. By marriage and by love.
About Michelle F. Adams
My happiest memories involve a comfortable chair, soft morning light, and a book in my hand. I’ve always identified myself as a reader who loves to write. Reading romance and erotica helps me escape to a world filled with love, passion, and happily-ever-after. With my stories, I hope to provide people with a haven they can have a brief respite in when life gets too hard. My heroes will always be possessive and completely devoted to their heroines. No cheating, love-triangles, OW-OM scenes, man-whores, or players. If you want to read safe, sweet, and short stories, then dive into my world and believe in the power of love.
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