Christo wrapped his arms around her as they watched the moon soar in the night sky and give the Taj an otherworldly glow. Noosh snuggled into his embrace. “Happy?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe, baby.”
“Good. Christo?”
He smiled down at her. “Yes, baby?”
Noosh smiled at him, her eyes shining. “You’re going to be a daddy.”
Christo blinked, then gaped, then laughed. “What?”
Noosh giggled. “I found out three days ago, just before the wedding, and I was going to tell you straight away, but then I remembered we were coming here. I thought it was the perfect place to tell you that we’re going to have a baby.”
Christo was speechless for a moment then whooped loudly, hugging her tightly. They laughed together, and he apologized to some other tourists who he’d startled. “Sorry, sorry…we’re having a baby!”
His joy infected all around them, and they had to field many congratulations before they were able to be alone again.
“I can’t believe it. The doctor said…”
“The doctor said it would be difficult for me to conceive, but not impossible.” Her smile faded a little. “Papps couldn’t take that away from us, after all.”
Christo swept a hand through her hair. “I know you’ve been thinking about him lately, I mean, I could tell it was backing up on you. He’s dead, Noosh, he can’t ever hurt us again. Never, ever again.”
And finally, she believed him.
Chapter Thirty
“Mumtaz Montecito.”
“No. No way.” Noosh giggled as they drove back to the farmhouse from the airport. She stroked his cheek as he drove. The Indian sun had turned his olive skin a deep gold – it made his bright green eyes and his almost-black hair even more affecting and desirable. He grinned at her.
“Careful. Last time you looked at me like that, I done gone and got you good and knocked up.”
Noosh laughed. Their Indian honeymoon had been perfect, and now they were returning home to begin their lives together and await the birth of their first child. They had figured out – roughly – that Noosh must not be more than a couple of months pregnant.
“Which leaves seven months for us to get the farmhouse childproofed. Your workshop, for example, had better be locked. Can you imagine a baby in there, crawling around?” She shuddered.
“If it’s a boy, I’ll get to teach him wood-turning.”
“Dinosaur. What if our daughter wants to be a carpenter?”
“Her too,” Christo said hurriedly. “Sorry, that was bad.”
“You’re forgiven…this time. And besides, our daughter will be too busy curing cancer and winning Oscars to be carving wood.”
“That’s an eclectic career path you’ve chosen for her.”
They continued to rib each other, joking around until Christo pulled into the long driveway to their farmhouse. As they approached, Noosh exclaimed in surprise. “What on earth?”
There were two new buildings on the site – one next to Christo’s workshop, and one built onto the farm, next to their bedroom. Noosh looked at Christo questioningly. He grinned.
“My wedding present to you. Let’s get settled and I’ll show you around.”
The brick building next to Christo’s workshop turned out to be a recording studio – small but with state of the art equipment. Noosh couldn’t believe her eyes. Christo grinned at her. “I know you want to start doing independent documentaries for the station and for yourself. I thought this would help.”
Noosh put her hand to her mouth, so utterly shocked that she couldn’t speak for a moment. “My god, Christo…this is…incredible. Thank you, thank you.”
She threw herself into his arms, any fatigue from the journey forgotten, and kissed him madly.
“You like?”
“God, yes…can I play?”
Christo laughed. “Of course…but hold that thought. Let me show you the other room…I think you might enjoy that one even more.”
Noosh gave him a quizzical look and then began to smile. “Lead on, hubby.”
She was right, the room did lead off of their bedroom, and when Christo opened the door, Noosh saw why, and started to laugh. “Oh, you naughty, naughty boy, Mr. Montecito…”
The room featured a bed, swathed in pure white mosquito netting, but it was the only innocent-looking thing in the room. Along the walls, stocks, handcuffs hanging from the walls and racks of riding crops and whips. A white cadenza stocked with dildos, vibrators, gags, leather belts, and straps. On the nightstand next to the bed, lube, massage oil, feathers. Noosh went around the room, touching everything, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Christo waited for her reaction. Noosh went to him and stood in front of him. Slowly, she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor. Underneath, she was naked, not having bothered to put underwear on for the jet – they’d fucked their way back over India, Europe, and the Atlantic Ocean.
“You like?” Christo asked as he slid his arms around her waist, and Noosh nodded, her eyes locked on his.
“Oh, I like, Mr. Montecito… I like very much. Promise me this…even when we’re responsible parents, we’ll still make time for this.”
Christo grinned down at her. “I thought we said no promises?”
Noosh pressed her lips against his. “That was another lifetime, baby, another lifetime.” And they began to make love, knowing this was only the beginning of their beautiful story.
The End.
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No Promises Extended Epilogue: A Billionaire Romance
Seven years after they marry, Anoushka ‘Noosh’ Taylor and Christo Montecito are about to finally get some time to themselves after raising their daughter, India, in New York. As India goes to stay with her maternal parents in London, Noosh and Christo go to their farmhouse in Upstate New York to make love and enjoy their secret BDSM room.
But someone from their past is out for revenge and takes the loving couple hostage. With no-one looking for them, can Noosh and Christo survive this latest attacker, and finally free themselves from the ghost of Destry Papps?
Noosh sighed and rolled her eyes. “India. Ornella. Montecito. If you’re not down in this kitchen in five seconds…”
“Take a chill pill, Mum.” Her seven-year-old daughter, her long dark curls flying behind her as she scooted into the kitchen, gave her mother a wide grin. “I was just getting my stuff.”
“Your Granny will be expecting you to get up on time for all the things she has planned.”
India shrugged. “I will be. And Granny is much softer than you.”
“Ha, not that I noticed when I was growing up, Pooh.” Noosh, her irritation gone, ruffled her daughter’s hair. She out down a bowl of cereal in front of her, then took her seat, grinning at India. “She was scary.”
“That’s because you are her daughter, but I am her grand-daughter. Grand. That means I don’t get told off as much as you.”
“Is that so?” Noosh was amused by her daughter’s logic. “In that case…ha, I bet
she doesn’t let you eat candy though.”
“No. Unless it’s Indian sweets, then it’s okay.”
Noosh sighed. Her mother’s traditional Indian sweets were utterly addictive, being as they were stuffed full of fat and sugar. “Not too many, though, Pooh.”
“I know. Is Daddy up yet?”
Noosh chuckled. “The only person I know who can sleep longer than you.” As she spoke, she heard Christo shuffling sleepily into the kitchen. Pretending not to see him, she winked at India. “Well, he sleeps so long because he’s a very, very old man, now, Pooh and…”
Her words broke off as Christo tickled her and she shrieked with laughter. India grinned at her parents, used to seeing them playful and fun-loving.
“Silly.” She said, waving her spoon at them. Christo kissed the top of her head.
“You know it. Ready for your London vacation?”
India nodded. “Nina should be here soon.” Nina, their trusted nanny, was flying to London with India to safely deliver her to her grandparents, and then going on to a two-week holiday with some of her friends to the capitals of Europe – a gift from Noosh and Christo for her hard work over the years.
Noosh smiled, but then felt a little pull in her chest. This would be the longest they would be separated from India since she had been born, and while India was very excited about the trip, Noosh felt a pang of worry about her daughter being an ocean away.
As it turned out, in a whirl of last minute packing and passport hunting, Noosh didn’t have time to get weepy with her daughter. She and Christo hugged India at the gate and waved her and Nina off. Only then did Noosh get a little tearful.
“Hey,” Christo pulled her into his arms and press his lips to her forehead. “She’s going to have a great time. And, sweet baby, so are we…”
Noosh laughed then. They were leaving the city now to travel to their farmhouse upstate for a vacation -and to utilize their very own playroom. They’d always promised each other that they would make time for them as a couple and indulge in their racier fantasies, but raising a child and working full-time, they’d let that part of their marriage slide for the last couple of years. Still very active in the bedroom, they now had to think of how much noise they made when they were making love. They’d almost been caught by India on many occasions.
Noosh grinned to herself now as Christo took the wheel and drove away from the airport. She reached over to stroke her husband’s cheek. At forty-seven, Christo Montecito grew more handsome and more elegant as the years went by. His dark curls were shot through with silver now, but his dark eyelashes and bright green eyes were as vital as ever.
“I love you, hubby,” Noosh said now. They’d fought for this happy life together, fought and nearly died, both of them and for the last seven years, they had been blessed.
Christo grinned over at her. “Right back at ya, cutie beauty. Can’t wait to get you butt-naked and wetter than April in Paris.”
Noosh chuckled. “Ah, romance.”
The drive to the farmhouse took an hour and as they parked the car and got out, Christo took Noosh’s hand. “You tired, baby?”
“Nope.” She grinned at him.
“Hungry?”
“For food?”
“Yes.”
“Nope.”
Christo’s grin was a little smug. Want my cock inside you?”
“Hell, yes.” They both laughed and went into the house, dumping their luggage quickly, then running, laughing, to their bedroom and to their playroom.
Christo rugby-tackled her to the bed. “Whips and chains later. For now, I just want to fuck you senseless.” His hands were already pushing up her dress and tugging on her panties. He grinned up at her. “Remember when you hardly ever wore these?”
Noosh laughed. “Yes, in the years BC – Before Child.”
They both laughed and in a flash, they were naked and Christo was hitching her legs around his waist and plunging his cock deep inside her. “God, how nice to make as much noise as we want,” he groaned loudly, “and tell you that I love your beautiful cunt.”
Noosh laughed, gasping as he thrust harder into her. “And I love your huge, hard cock. I’m so going to suck you dry later.”
“And I’m going to eat out your delicious pussy until you weep.”
They were so bust trying to think of the filthiest things to say to each other, that they lost their rhythm and ended up laughing so hard that they had to start over.
“God, I love you,” Christo said, when they’d calmed down and he was stroking his cock into her in a steady rhythm. “Everything about you. Every day I look at you and wonder how I got so lucky. You and the Pooh. I got damn lucky.”
Noosh smiled up at him and pressed her nipples against his chest. “I think the same thing, gorgeous. The exact same thing.”
She ran her fingers through his thick hair. “Baby…we never did talk about whether we wanted more kids. Time’s gone so quickly since India was born.”
Christo, his lips pressed against her throat, nodded. “I know. It’s been on my mind too. The truth is, one day I’m ‘hell, yes, let’s have a bunch’ and another is ‘we’re never going to get better than Indy.’”
“Sometimes we’re so in sync, it’s scary.” Noosh tightened her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his buttocks.
The conversation faltered as they both reached orgasm and Christo gave a long groan as he pumped thick creamy cum inside his wife. Noosh shuddered and trembled, crying his name over and over.
They collapsed back on the bed, panting for breath. “God, that was incredible,” Christo rolled onto his side and kissed her mouth. “And we get to that all day, every day for the next two weeks.”
“Bliss,” Noosh sighed happily. “Hey,” she grinned at him, “guess what I got at our favourite adult store?”
Christo grinned widely. “Could be anything.”
“Something we haven’t used yet,” she said, giving him some hints, “some of which we can wear.”
His eyes lit up. “Nipple clamps? At last!”
Noosh giggled. “You have been dreaming of them for years and so, I figured, I’d try them.”
Christo reached over and pinched her nipple and she wriggled at the pain, aroused by it. “Also, a cock-ring for you.”
“I like the idea. What else?”
She ran through the list of things she had bought at the store., both of them getting more excited by the moment, but as they got up to go to the playroom, Noosh’s stomach gave a rumble.
“Ha ha,” she said, apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I am actually starving.”
“Such a surprise,” grinned Christo, throwing her robe around her shoulders and grabbing his pants. “Luckily, we have a pantry and refrigerator full of food. I got Sally from the village to stock us.”
“You are a genius.” She kissed him and they walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen. As they prepared lunch, Noosh glanced out of the window. “Huh.”
“What?”
“Did Sally clean the studio?”
Christo frowned. “No. Well, not that I’m aware of.” He looked out to the studio he’d had built for Noosh. The door was ajar. They looked at each other. “Let’s not freak. I’ll go check it out.”
Noosh watched him walk across to the studio and go inside. In a few moments, she saw him burst from the studio and begin to run towards the house, his face a mask of horror. Her adrenaline spiked, Noosh stepped back…and a hand was clamped over her mouth.
“What he’s reacting to,” said a male voice close to her ear, “is that in your studio, Anoushka, written in blood across the walls are the words…Don’t leave your wife alone if you want her to live.”
Noosh felt a sharp sting in her neck and then she was falling. She hit the hard stone floor, and heard Christo’s voice shouting her name in the seconds before she lost consciousness.
Christo threw himself against the door, but found it deadbolted. He went to the window and smashed his elbow into i
t to no avail, cursing the day he’d had extra-strong glass and locks installed over the whole house. It had been at the time when Destry Papps had been stalking and tormenting Noosh – even before Noosh knew Christo had learned of it. He’d wanted her to be safe. Now that concern had come back to bite him – he couldn’t get to her and now she was trapped and at the mercy of a maniac…again.
He ran around the house, trying to locate where the intruder had taken Noosh. Finally, and with mounting horror, he found them in their bedroom. Noosh was lying on the bed, her robe pulled open, and the assailant was standing over her, his back to the window.
Christo’s heart nearly failed – please, don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her.
The man didn’t seem to be doing anything but waiting and when Noosh came around, she skittered away from him to the far end of the bed, tugging the robe tightly around her naked body. She saw Christo outside and the couple shared a look of “what the hell do we do now?”
Christo saw her look at her abductor and ask him what he wanted. Lip-reading, he could tell she was calmly reasoning with him, despite her vulnerable position. Christo felt helpless- his phone was inside, and the studio and workshop had no way to contact the outside world. “Fuck!”
He kicked the stone wall and cursed at the pain in his foot. Losing his shit now wouldn’t help Noosh. He saw the attacker look away from her and Noosh looked past him, straight at Christo. He saw her mouth something, but he couldn’t get it. “Room?” he asked although he knew she could hear him. Noosh shook her head quickly, cutting her eyes at the abductor. She pointed at herself then at the playroom’s door. Then she pointed at Christo and then upwards.
Roof. Of course. Christ gave a quick nod and took off. On the top of the playroom, there was a skylight. He could pry it open with a tire iron. He scooted around the flat-roofed extension and quietly scaled the drainpipe. Lucky, the building was relatively new and the pipe held him easily. His heart was pumping, banging hard against his ribs but inside his terror, there was a peace. Noosh wasn’t panicking, she wasn’t giving up, she was thinking strategically. Team work, he thought with a wry smile.
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