by C. M. Steele
“Why?” I challenge.
“I’m waiting, woman.” He gives me that stern look that means I’m going to be spanked. I smile then close them. He helps me out of the car, then he turns me slightly facing the back of the truck. I feel my heart race as he slides his rough hands over my hair, then places his bandana over my eyes, tying it tight. “Good girl, fuck. I could see you like this, tied to our bed as I tear orgasm after orgasm out of your sweet pussy.” A gasping pant escapes my parted lips. He wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing his hard cock against the seam of my ass. “You are my world, Mira. You’ve made me so happy. Now it’s my turn.” He lets go of my waist and moves around to take my hand. We walk about twenty feet before he brushes his lips to my ear and says, “Pull it off.”
I lower the blindfold and begin to cry. The estate, it’s been rebuilt.
“It’s not finished inside, but I wanted you to see this and tell me some of the designs you want. I made it a little bigger, but that’s because I plan on filling you up with my babies.”
“I love it, Ben,” I sob out, turning around and hugging him. His heart is racing, and I wonder if he was scared I wouldn’t be happy.
“Would you like to live here?”
“Like? I’d love to live here with you. I’d live anywhere with you.” I take his hand drag him toward the house. “I want a tour, mister.”
We walk through the grand portico that looks similar to the original but has a different feel to it than before. It’s much warmer; I love it. There’s a set up for twelve bedrooms instead of the original ten. We’d need a maid to keep this place clean with a house full of kids.
“This is much bigger.”
“About another Three thousand square feet.” I see the old library or where it was, and I wonder if he kept it like the original. “Let’s skip this. It’s just a broom closet.” He shrugs it away and grabs my hand. It has two twelve-foot wooden doors. This is definitely not a broom closet. I pull his hand away just then, Dane and another worker, Angus, pull each door open.
Ben leads me inside. I can’t contain the excitement. I spin around the room like Belle. I would jump on a ladder like her, but I’m a little too round for that. Even though the work ladder is tempting.
“I can’t believe it. I thought of Beauty and the Beast.”
“The meme,” I squeal, remembering the night. We both crack up laughing because this bitch loves libraries. When I showed it to him a few months back while scrolling on Facebook in one of my favorite author’s reader group, he lifted his brow and said he’d get me a library. “You delivered big time. It’s twice the size.”
“I know how you like it big,” he whispers for my ears only, pulling my back to his chest and wrapping his arms around my bump. “And stuffed.”
“Mr. Carrington, you’re starting something you can’t finish.”
“I damn well can.” I look around to tell him we’re not alone, but we are. “I sent them home the moment we entered the library. Now, how will this go, Mrs. Carrington?”
The room is a little dusty, but there’s a reading nook in the corner next to a large window. My eyes dart to it. “Great minds think alike.” I strip her down, then help her onto the window seat on her knees. “Press your hands on the panes.”
I part her thighs and pull my cock out of my pants. Grinding it along the seam of her ass, I leak cum on her and take that and lube up her puckered hole. Pushing one finger into her ass, she moans and pops her hips back at me. Moving it slowly in and out of her, I loosen her up then insert a second one.
I’m not going to take her ass today, but she loves it when I fuck her like this. “You like that.”
“Put it in my ass, Ben.”
“Don’t tempt me, babe. I don’t have the extra lube here, and your ass isn’t ready for me. Soon. I promise. Right now, I’m going to fuck your pretty little cunt. While I finger her ass, I thrust my cock into her wet slit, taking her from behind as she leans against the window. I know we’re alone, so I know nobody can see her, but she doesn’t know that, and it turns her on. The thought of being caught sends her pussy flexing around me in seconds. I don’t think she’s aware of it, but I’d never let anyone see her in the throes of an orgasm. I bellow out as she comes on my cock, filling her with my own release. I continue to pump my fingers into her ass as she rides out her ecstasy.
“Now, this may become my favorite room in the house, too,” I whisper in her ear as I gently pin her to the glass.
Epilogue
Ben
Six Years later…
I walk into the house, and I hear noise coming from the playroom off to the side of the foyer. My mother is sitting there with my youngest son in her arms. We have four boys so far: Benjamin, William, Edward, and Malcolm. I give each of them a kiss on their cheeks.
“Where’s mommy, boys?” I ask my handsome little men. We’ve been married six years now, and my parents are staying with us while their house is being remodeled. After seeing the house rebuilt better than before, my father came around to understanding there’s more than getting a standard four-year college education. The house was grander than it had been, yet I made it as Victorian as I could. Then he wanted his done.
“In the library. Mom said she needs some mommy time,” Benjamin says. He’s my oldest. My dad wanted him to be the third, but I wasn’t naming my son Benedict, so we compromised. The old man still drives me insane. He’s probably working on a better home security system for my home. He feels we’re too far from other people and it’s dangerous.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got them a while longer if you’d like to go say hello.”
“Thanks,” I wink and give her a kiss on the cheek as well.
“I want a granddaughter,” she shouts as I rush to my woman.
I laugh as I step outside the door. Looking back in, I say, “I’m trying,” then I dash back out.
Hell, yes. Mira knew I was on my way home. Thank fuck we put a lock on the library. I sneak into the room with my key, locking it behind me.
“Why Mrs. Carrington, fancy finding you here,” I say. She lowers her book.
“Well hello, Mr. Carrington. I’m in the middle of a book. You know it’s unacceptable behavior to interrupt a reader.” She presses her hand to her head with an exaggerated sigh.
“Forgive me, please. How may I return to your good graces?” I say, keeping a straight face. She arches her prettily shaped brow at me, sets her book on the table next to the window seat, then lowers her legs off the edge. Fuck, she has on a pair of cotton shorts and right in the center is a wet spot. My woman has nothing on underneath. I rush to her and fall to my knees. My nose pressed to her pussy. I could eat her out all damn day. I know we have an hour before the boys come looking for us. I tug the fabric to the side and dip my tongue between her wet folds. I growl, pumping my tongue into her honey pot. She groans, grabbing my hair and grinding my face into her sweetness. I need her naked. Fuck, I can’t wait anymore. I pull the hem of her shorts down, bearing her cunt to my eyes. She’s ready for me like always.
“Babe, I’m never going to get enough of your pussy.” With two fingers, I spank her clit. She moans, throwing her head back. “No, Mira. Look at me when I take your lips.” Her eyes dart down to mine, and I thrust a finger into her core. She clenches and pumps her hips, rolling her body forward as I eat her. My tongue lashed at her clit repeatedly, tasting every drop of her juice. I need more. I want to hear her cry out, but I need to be in her.
I stand up and take off my clothes. I lift her shirt and toss it. I have her completely naked for my eyes only. Fuck, her breasts are big and round. I hope to make them a lot bigger again. “Time to fill you up, babe.”
“Please, Ben. I need you.” I stretch her leg up and against the edge of the window. Her other is on the edge of the comfy window seat. I kneel on the bench, lining my cock up with her soaked pussy and push my way into her depths.
“What do you need? This?” I pump roughly, grabbing hold of her ass
cheek and fucking in long, deep strokes. My head comes down, and my mouth encircles her dark pink nipples. Fuck, I love the way she moans and pleas for more. I lean one hand on the wall, with the other still squeezing her ass. I love her bottom. Hell, I love every inch of her.
Sweat beads down my back as our cries get louder. Every sound she makes turns me on. I need her mouth. I kiss her until we’re both panting.
“Give it to me. I want another baby,” she cries out. Her walls suck me in and hold me there. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Mira,” I roar, emptying my seed into her, splashing her womb. My guys are going to do the trick. I know it.
I hold her in my arms for a while, loving this sweet time we get together.
“How was work?”
“Good. We have six more contracts, and I’m looking to hire a few more workers.”
“Wow, that’s really great,” she says, running her hands through my beard. Her fingers are soft, unlike mine.
“How was yours?”
“Not bad. The kids and I had a lot of fun swimming.” It’s been sweltering. We have a bean-shaped swimming pool that my kids love to be in as soon as the weather gets warm.
“So what were you reading?” I point to the book.
“Take a guess?” she says with a chuckle.
“Pride and Prejudice?” I ask, knowing I was right.
“Yep.” She smiles, holding up a newer copy of the book. The original remains untouched in the special case under lock and key. I built a sturdy yet beautiful case to protect the treasured piece of literary history.
“How many times have you read it?”
“About a thousand times. What? Don’t look at me like that. Elizabeth and Darcy are the perfect couple.”
“No, babe. That’s us. Now kiss me before we get dressed.”
“Yeah, we don’t want to explain why it takes us forever to open the door and why you have your shirt on backward.”
“Soon they’ll know and stay far away from the library.” I kiss my love and then reluctantly help her dress.
“Damn. We need to take a naked swim once my parents go back to their house.”
“How about we take a bubble bath together later? I feel so filthy and tense,” she says teasingly, swaying her hips as she walks to the door. I shake my head and am on her again.
“You can’t wave a red flag at a wild bull. Face the wall. Round two has just begun. I want to make sure you’re going to need an intense scrubbing.”
That night we washed and loved each other over and over until the water went cold and I was sure that I put my baby in her.
****
Nine months later, little Elizabeth was born. “We finally have our daughter,” Mira says, smiling up from me with our angel in her arms.
“But that doesn’t mean we’re done having babies,” I tell her, wagging my brows suggestively.
The meanest look comes over her face, before she whispers through her closed mouth, “Yes, it does.”
I bend down and kiss her lips, stepping a foot back out of her grasp before I add, “No, we have a bunch of rooms to fill.” She laughs, shaking her head, but I’m more stubborn than she is. “We’ll see.”
THE END