by Cullen, Ciar
“I’m okay with everything about you. Might even consider that co-author clause to our contract. By the way, I think you owe me a lap dance.”
“The season isn’t over.”
“Come on, time to start.”
“Start what, Professor?”
“A lifetime of mind-blowing sex with your husband, of course.”
He led her to their bungalow at a fast clip, her heels clicking on the pathway as he pulled off his tie and jacket, unbuttoned his cuffs.
Sexy. God he was sexy. It couldn’t be real. She looked down at her hand again. They were married. She looked at his hand. Yep, he wore one too.
She kicked off her shoes in an effort to keep up with him. He took them from her and threw them into the bushes.
“You know, husband, I’m beginning to think you’re a little twisted. An animal. A sexual beast.”
He lifted her into the air and threw her over his good shoulder in reply. They reached their door and he opened it without putting her down. She gasped when he threw her on the bed. The intoxicating scent of hundreds of roses filled the room. Candles burned on every available inch of table space. He pulled off his shirt, shoes and socks and knelt beside her on the bed. He handed her a box.
Tam opened it and gasped. Dozens of emeralds, hanging from strands of gold. “Oh my God.”
“That’s a good ‘oh my God’?”
“Oh, Professor, I don’t know what to say.” She began to tear up. “You make me cry so much. Who would have thought the Beast would be such a softy?” He fastened the necklace on her.
Tam looked into his eyes and she saw the need building in him. She wasn’t ready, she saw that he recognized her hesitancy.
“Let’s have one glass of champagne,” he suggested. “I didn’t get a drop at the reception. I was too nervous.”
“Nervous?”
“I got married today, or didn’t you notice?”
“And that made you nervous?”
“Sure. Because you’re afraid you made a mistake. I wasn’t sure you were even going to show. I’m still not sure it actually happened.”
“I thought about it, Sinj. I thought about it a lot. I barely know you. I was worried that it was only, you know—lust.”
“Hmnn, there is that. Of course, I wonder what you felt when you were locked up in that hut. Only lust?”
“That’s funny. It’s exactly what Rosa asked me.” She shook her head. She had pined for him, grieved for him. It had been love.
“And when I thought you might be dead. I guess that was because I wanted a good lay?”
“Am I a good lay?”
“Don’t change the subject. What scares you, Tam? That you made a mistake? That you don’t love me? That I don’t love you?”
“That you only want me physically. Yes, that you don’t really love me. Because, you see, how could someone like you, someone who looks like you, how could the impossibly beautiful, impossibly brilliant St. John Twaine want me for the rest of his life? I could not possibly be this lucky.”
He smiled brilliantly. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” He kissed the palm of her hand. “Tell me more about how gorgeous I am.” She groaned and his grin grew broader.
“My God, Sinj, you’re serious! You can’t possibly be that vain. Or is it insecurity?” It dawned on her. He didn’t really know, didn’t really understand, deep down, how special he was. He had thrown himself into his work and hadn’t come up for air in so long, he had lost his measure of himself. He needed to know he was enough as badly as she did. No, more.
“You know, Professor. I don’t only love you for your incredible body and face, although it helps a hell of a lot.”
“No?”
“No. Your mind drives me fucking crazy. The way you work, the way you think.”
“Plus,” he winked, “I took a bullet for you, don’t forget that. Well, not exactly, but it sounds dramatic.”
They talked about the wedding and laughed, sipping champagne. Tam finally took in a deep breath and knew it was time.
“Honey, I’ll be back.” She saw a brief flash of panic on his face. “To the bathroom. Geesh. Relax.”
She called over her shoulder. “When I come out, I’d like you to be ready for me. Or there will be consequences.”
“Oh my God,” he moaned. “What consequences? Oh Tam. God help me.”
She smiled at his response as she closed the door and silently thanked Cynthia for helping her to pick out her lingerie. “I think he wants a take-charge kind of outfit,” Cynthia had said as she pointed to the outfit Tam now changed into.
When she emerged, he lay on his side, gloriously naked, cock jutting out, dark hair falling into his smoldering eyes.
“You look like a dark mistress now. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life.”
“Do it now.” She smiled, but her voice said business.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then you don’t get what you want, Professor. And I know what you want. So do it now. Just like before. You know what it does to me. You’re the biggest tease alive.” She knelt near the edge of the bed as he reached for his cock and began his long strokes, his journey into bliss.
His eyes misted over. “Tell me what you want.”
Tam felt her pussy throb as she watched his hand move back and forth.
“Please kiss me. I want you near me.”
She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips and he reached up to pull her into his arms.
“No, no, no. Not yet.” Tam reached into her suitcase and drew out scarves, four of them.
“Oh my God, Tam!”
She knew it was a game. He could overpower her any second he wanted. It didn’t matter, because she was giving him exactly what he wanted.
“All right, arms up.” She watched him squirm as she pulled out another scarf.
She leaned in and kissed him thoroughly as he tried to pull his arms free. She blindfolded him and began her play.
“You are delicious, Professor. Simply delicious.” He groaned in delight, in agony, his cock huge, throbbing in her palm. “What will you do if I make you come?”
“Anything.”
“What will you do, Professor?”
“I’ll eat your pussy all night. I’ll fuck you until you can’t take anymore. I’ll let you…”
“Hmm?”
“Please, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” She ran ice on his nipples and then brought it into her mouth and moved to his cock. With just a few licks and sucks, and he erupted fiercely, crying out to her.
“God, Tam, what was that! I’ve never come so quickly in my life.” He reached for her. “Please, come here, I have to hold you.”
She took off his blindfold and kissed him.
“You are too perfect, Tam. I love you. I love you so much it’s killing me. Do you understand? Untie me!” She let him go and he threw her onto the bed, ripping off her lingerie, yanking down her stockings.
Tam pushed him away and walked onto the balcony, leaned on the railing, and thrust her ass out. She called to him over her shoulder. “Professor, the action has moved outside.” He was behind her in no time, rubbing her from behind, first her breasts, then her clit. She was nearly ready to come when he thrust into her. She cried out, never having felt anything fill her so deeply, so completely.
SinJin began moaning as he thrust in a slow, steady rhythm, and he whispered in her ear as he did. “I’m fucking you hard honey, so you had better hold on. Tell me you want this, tell me how much you want this. Big enough for you, wife? Deep enough, wife?”
“Sinj, oh my God.” She couldn’t say another word. She was undone, shattered as he picked up the pace and pounded into her, squeezing her hips so hard she knew he’d leave marks on her. The fire inside her built and built. He didn’t stop talking, taunting her roughly. “Order me, Tam. And the next time, honey, we’ll find something a little kinkier than silk scarves. Would that be okay?”
“That would be
incredible, Professor. Teach me everything you know. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” She was hoarse and began repeating his name. He bit into her neck as he came and then cried her name into the night air.
“Tell my story!”
They both heard the unearthly laugh and looked at one another.
“Who brought him on the honeymoon?” Tam laughed nervously.
SinJin shook his head in wonder and called out into the night air. “Buddy, give me one night! I’ll tell your damned story, I promise!”
SinJin pulled Tam into his arms and carried her to the bed. He knelt at her side and brushed his hand along her cheek.
“Wife?”
“Yes, husband?”
“Am I enough? Forever?”
“Yes, Professor. You always were. I love you so much it hurts.”
“When you walked up the path to Cozmano in that ridiculous suit, I had the oddest feeling my life was about to change. You know, Tam, now I know what the curse was. It was life without you.”
SinJin closed his eyes, and Tam hugged him closely.
“What is it, Professor?”
“Just thanking Shield Jaguar.”
“Tell him thanks for me, too.”
* * *
Shield Jaguar turned to A’ok. “And that’s how I saved a young woman from death and healed her lover’s heart.”
“And I thought you didn’t care if anyone lived or died? Some fearsome slayer you are!”
“Oh, love, you know that’s not true. How about the Spanish lady with the evil husband?”
And Shield Jaguar began his second tale of the evening as they rode the Sun beneath the horizon.
Ciar Cullen
Ciar Cullen grew up in Baltimore, Maryland--Charm City--and has lived a charmed life. She worked for a decade as an archaeologist, summering on digs in Greece. Ciar has a strong interest in history of all periods. She worked for years in academic nonfiction publishing and is currently a bureaucrat at a prominent college. Ciar took up writing in 2004 to scratch an itch brought on by years of reading fantasy and romance fiction. She submitted her first book on a whim, and hasn't turned back. Her favorite authors are Terry Pratchett, Mark Twain, and Roger Zelazny. Ciar lives in New Jersey with her wonderful husband and magical cat.
You can learn more about her at www.ciarcullen.com
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