The Guardian: A NOVEL

by Pamela Ann

  “You refused to let me touch you.” Hard, punishing eyes obliterated her stance. My thigh nudged her legs open. Situating my groin against her soaked silk, I ardently thrust against her covered mound, evoking a sharp gasp from the minx. “So here we are, my sweet wife, negotiating.” I wanted her. No holds barred. Sooner or later, she would concede. But until then, we would continue goading each other.

  Her hand reached, pressing against my chest, nails digging into my skin as she heavily trembled against me. “Stop doing that. I beg you, stop rubbing it!” She implored as she closed her eyes, shaking, quivering as she fought the tumultuous response my cock did to her resolve. “And if I say yes, what conditions are you proposing?”

  “I want you—all of you—at my disposal for the entire duration of this trip. When I say all of you, I mean every bloody inch of this succulent body. Every bloody curve, every damn crevice—all fucking mine to possess, kiss, fuck, however I so desire it. You’ll unreservedly submit to me at any given hour.” My thumb brushed against her bottom lip as my groin pressed farther into her parted legs. Bringing my lips against her ear, I felt her shiver when my chest crushed against her. Hot breath grazed her skin as bided time, waiting for the right moment to warn my conquest. “Pay heed, sweet wife. I don’t intend to go gentle.”

  Her nails dug deeper into my shirt, scraping my skin as she became desperate to put some distance between us. Bringing my face close to hers once more, I found her frowning, eyes widening with surprise. The realization of what I had entailed for the remainder of this trip fully dawned on her.

  “You want me to surrender to you like some type of sex puppet, a slave even.”

  I wouldn’t describe it so crudely, but for all intents and purposes, she had gotten the gist of it.

  “Yes.” This was my proposal, true…but I hadn’t fully grasped why I even proposed it to begin with. Didn’t I vehemently declare to stay away from her? Didn’t I say her lies and all they entailed were quite toxic for me? Hadn’t the past month taught me anything at all? When it came to Gisele, I had a bad habit of rejecting rational thinking. However, dwelling on such dire thoughts could be saved for a later date.

  “And what do I get in return?” she unsteadily asked, breathless.

  My eyes dilated. Fervent, uncontainable lust consumed me, amplified tenfold as I acutely homed in on her lips, dying for a taste of her. “We’ll discuss the conditions of our prenuptial agreement. I’ll significantly lessen the terms from eleven to five years, maybe even less…depending on how agreeable you are.” All I could envisage was Gisele underneath me for the next few days and nights to come. I yearned to devour her over and over again. Consequences be damned. It was undeniable. I’d officially lost it—hook, line, and sinker.

  “When do you intend for it to start?” On cue, the enticing minx licked her lips, making me groan in outright protest.

  “Now. I want you. Now.”

  She blushed profusely, deliberately avoiding my impassioned gaze. “I need to think,” she said anxiously. Still contemplating her options.

  I flared my nostrils, unreasonably impatient. “You have sixty seconds.”

  Her mouth hung agape. “Are you serious?”

  Always where she was concerned. “Quite.”

  Gray eyes nervously flickered back and forth before she breathed out a long, shaky breath. “Fine,” she faintly conceded, albeit halfheartedly. “But I have some conditions of my own, too.”

  This ought to be interesting. Amused at her tenacity not to fully bend to my will, I hid a smirk. “Go on.”

  Stormy eyes linked with mine. A powerful force tugged at every fiber of my being, unequivocally spellbound. It held me captive, weakened by its powerful pull.

  Gisele felt it, too, but she remained unyielding. “I sleep in my own bed, and I really mean it, Jared…There’ll be no kissing shared between us.”

  The first, I could perhaps agree with.

  But the second? Over my dead body. What type of trickery was she about this time? Christ. “You’re fine letting me inside your body, but you won’t kiss me? Why the bloody not, woman!” I shot back, demanding an immediate answer.

  “It’s not too much to ask,” she practically growled, unwavering.

  We shall see. “Let me kiss you, then. If you prove unresponsive, then I won’t kiss you again.”

  She griped as she vehemently shook her head. “Jared—”

  My lips urgently caught hers, sealing her silence. I’d given her enough time. It was my turn. The moment my tongue slipped into her mouth, Gisele sagged against me, moaning as she parted her lips, surrendering to me. My body caught fire as her fingers gripped the back of my head, clinging to me as she met my fevered kisses with the same demanding ferocity.

  Bloody hell.

  “Gisele.” How I bloody want to possess you.

  She eagerly moaned as her hands traveled south before she greedily yanked my shirt off. Letting her hands explore freely, her mouth trailed around my neck, down my torso before she brought it back to my face, sealing her fate.

  While our lips locked, I rapidly undressed her. My clothes went next. And in no time, we shifted towards the bed, haphazardly falling onto it with her body underneath mine.

  Situating in between her thighs, I cautiously made sure my nether region didn’t graze hers as I lowered my mouth towards her breasts, imparting kisses then capturing her hardened rosebud between my teeth.

  Her upper body involuntarily arched, aching, imploring for my attentions. “More,” she deliriously moaned.

  A wicked smile curved my lips, basking on her carnal appetite. “Tell me what you want, sweet wife.”

  “I need you…I need to feel you inside me. Now. Please.”

  As tempting as her request was, I hoped to keep her in a lengthy state of arousal just like this, begging, desperately panting for me. Her heightened stimulation would ensure I was the only man in her thoughts. Once I was fully satisfied Rinaldi had gone from her licentious mind, I would grant her wish. Besides, it was a small sacrifice to make since my manhood had lavished on another woman’s body just hours ago. I wouldn’t disrespect Gisele in that manner even though she didn’t grant the same regard to her men.

  “In due time…” Murmuring against her skin, I skimmed lower, situating my lips at her moist center. Her smooth, hairless pussy eagerly greeted me. Her hips kept undulating, impatiently anticipating my onslaught. My mouth watered at the sight of wet arousal. I deeply inhaled her sweet musk. Pressing the tip of my nose against her budding clit, I blew hot breath against her tight opening, teasing her further.

  “What the hell? Touch me! Do something!” She violently thrashed, loathing my snail pacing.

  Now we’re in the same insatiable frame of mind, I mused.

  With the use of my tongue, I rapaciously lavished attention on her clit. Generously giving it rapid tongue lashings just enough to take the edge off, but not allowing release.

  “Jared, this isn’t funny anymore.” Gisele let out an angered groan, frustration building every passing second.

  It couldn’t be helped. I loudly chuckled as I snaked my way up to her lips, situating myself next to her, grinning madly as I kissed her senselessly. “You ought to learn patience.” My hand sought her wet mound. This time, my middle finger glided through her folds as I deepened my kiss. While Gisele ground her pussy against my finger, my cock unconsciously began to rub against the side of her thigh. When I slipped my middle digit into tight her hole, a satisfied moan hissed out of my wanton minx.

  Blatantly opening her legs, she bit down on my lip as she pleaded for release. Since she asked so desperately, I wasn’t so cruel as to begrudge her wish.

  My ring finger joined my middle one, sliding tightly into her channel. Disengaging from her lips, my mouth bit into her nipple while I curved my digits, precisely hitting the sensitized spot, savagely hammering against it while simultaneously roughly tugging and pulling at the aching rosebud.

  Gisele shrieked. Her screams
echoed about the cabin. Yet my relentless fingers didn’t halt. They cruelly crushed into her G-spot, never letting up until she began to thrash, uncontrollably squirting her orgasm.

  As I extracted my mouth from her breast, my lodged fingers slowly slid out of her as my free hand groped her creamy mounds, gradually smoothing against her abdomen before steadfastly locking my palm on her pelvis. Firmly holding her in place, my digits resumed their ruthless assault. Her body instantaneously convulsed. Gisele came in seconds. Sliding out of her hole, I furiously slapped her abused clit. Once. Twice. Thrice. Before I roughly shoved my fingers back into place, feverishly rubbing that precise groove.

  “No more,” she choked out, surrendering after the seventh back to back orgasm. Her body beaded with sweat. Gray eyes were glazed with exhaustion and arousal. The bed was beyond soaked.

  Wickedly beaming, I couldn’t help granting another harsh spank on her clit, arousing a loud groan from her.

  “Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

  She has no idea, I mischievously thought, bringing my fingers to my mouth, tasting her sweet essence. “As much as I want you to sleep, I think it’s best you shower so I can change the sheets, or you’ll drown us with your juices.”

  She half sat, barely mustering energy as she hazily smiled at me. “Shut up. Stop embarrassing me. This is all your fault.”

  Caressing her cheek, I brought my lips against hers, demolishing them with gusto. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. I love seeing you in this state.”

  Her already flushed cheeks reddened some more. But it was the truth. Never had I seen her more beautiful. Blonde hair tussled. Lips red from impassioned kisses. Face stripped of any artifice. Her body, relaxed. Unguarded. Sated.

  “You’re not going to join me?” she asked, probably hoping to have another romp in the shower.

  As tempting as it sounded, I needed to stay the course. “I’ll have to change the sheets and gather food for sustenance. We have a long day ahead of us.” And I planned to love every second of it.

  24

  Jared

  While she showered, I went to the closet and plucked black sweatpants before carelessly pulling them on. Not bothering with another shirt, I stepped out of the bedroom in search of the stewardess.

  One look at me and I could tell the blushing attendants knew what Gisele and I were up to. Her screams went on for quite some time. I could only imagine what they were thinking.

  Hiding my amusement at their coy glances, I asked them to prepare us meals. But instead of delivering it into the room, I told them I’d come back for it. Had this been a different woman, I’d have no qualms, but this was Gisele. Certain measures had to be applied.

  Afterwards, I retreated into the room and replaced the soiled sheets. Placing my laptop right next to hers, I intended to work while she slept right next to me. Based on her sleepy state earlier, she wouldn’t last five minutes before dozing off.

  She emerged from the bathroom naked, seconds after I entered the room with a tray in hand.

  My eyes devoured her beauty, entranced beyond comprehension. “Hungry?” I asked moments after I found my voice.

  “Sleepy.” She timidly strode towards the bed before brazenly crawling to it, showing me her succulent cunt before sliding into the sheets, blissfully sighing. “Thanks for changing it.”

  My semi-hardened state grew to full-scale arousal.

  Ignoring my twitching cock, I steadily joined her in bed. She yawned while her eyes followed me around. Her serene face broke into a satiated smile. Balancing the tray on my thighs, I took a grape before bringing it to her mouth. “Eat something or I won’t let you sleep. Take your pick.”

  She obliged, opening her mouth as I fed it to her. Her engrossed observation hadn’t trailed off. “Do you need me to suck you off? I don’t mind…I just realized you didn’t get off.”

  Bloody hell. I’d probably die if she bent over and started taking me in her mouth. I could barely handle thinking about it. The visuals would put me in an early grave.

  “I’m fine,” I roughly grunted out, leering at her, quite rattled at her question. If she started to take charge, God help me, I wouldn’t last. I’d be at her mercy. Turning the power scales to her favor would not be the greatest of ideas, not when I was about to combust having her so close to me. The battle within—one where my body was slowly overtaking sense, teetering on succumbing to spread her open and pillage that sweet wet tunnel without reservations—sounded more appealing as the seconds ticked by.

  “There’s no need to hold back. This is what you wanted, right? So, let me.” Her hands slipped below the tray, past the waistband of my pants. Her eager hand began to stroke my length as I muttered a prayer.

  “Gisele!” I harshly grunted out as my hand gripped the edges of the tray, my control unfettered.

  The woman simply wouldn’t pay heed. Taking charge before it spiraled out of my control, I shoved the tray onto the table next to me, and my hand covered hers, willing her to stop. “Don’t—”

  “But you’re hard!” she argued.

  Painfully so. “You can touch me all you want tomorrow…but for now, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.”

  Her hand gripped my girth as she shifted, directly facing me. “Why can’t I touch you now, Jared?” she suspiciously inquired. Her too keen eyes analyzed me.

  Damn it. My throat bobbed, knowing this conversation wouldn’t turn in my favor. But alas, as they said, shit happened. “I hadn’t anticipated this.”

  Her breathing halted before a small ‘o’ formed on her luscious puckers, my intentions slowly dawning on her gorgeous face. “You had sex before boarding the plane, didn’t you?”

  “More or less.” My answer painted me in an unflattering light, but it was the truth. Besides, either way, she and I had an agreement. Her body was mine, her abhorrence be damned.

  There was a deafening pause, yet her grip hadn’t loosened a tad. I had thought this would certainly put her off, but her next question took me off guard.

  “How many times?” she asked.

  I should’ve seen this coming. Gisele, as much as she despised it, liked to take this familiar but irking route—demanding every inconsequential detail. I loathed when she grilled me for such specifics, most especially when it painted me in a bad light—in her eyes, at least. But alas, the truth couldn’t be denied, as much as I wanted to begrudge her such information.

  “About five,” I said, albeit reluctantly.

  “Well, I guess my services wouldn’t be needed then since your Rose took care of everything,” she scathingly remarked, her hand retreating out of my pants before she shifted on her side, placing her back to me, shutting me out.

  Bloody hell. I supposed I had known this was coming, but still, I despised being in this position. Letting out a heavy sigh, I thought it best to shift the conversation to safer subjects. “You ought to eat something, Gisele.”

  “Go choke on it, Jared!”

  Glancing towards the infuriated woman, my eyes longed to savor her silky golden skin, but her immediate withdrawal and stiffness assured my touch would be unwelcome.

  She demanded answers. I truthfully responded in kind. Now she hates me? Christ! “You can’t honestly be angry with me.”

  The infuriated woman stayed silent.

  “Gisele…I don’t want to keep fighting with you!” I grated out, losing patience. Seconds ticked by, and when she remained resolute, I hastily gathered her and pulled her against my chest, willing her to turn her head and meet my gaze. “Look at me, Gisele!”

  “No.”

  She had left me no choice, so I forcefully shifted her until we were facing each other. Face to face, I noted how her gray depths held contempt, yet they were also laced with sadness. My chest constricted as I tightened my hold on her, drawing her closer to me. Sighing, I kissed her forehead, her nose, leaving one each above her lids, before my right hand cradled the side of her head. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don�
��t be. We’re nothing to each other.”

  How wrong could she be? “I care about you a great deal, kitten.”

  “Well, I don’t feel the same way,” she petulantly retorted, unyielding.

  “You once said you loved me.”

  Her hardened eyes narrowed into cutting slits, murderous. “I was lying! I say that to every man I’m with at the moment. I don’t mean anything by it. And with you—well, since you caught me as Lexi, I thought it’d make my story more believable…more relatable. It’s nothing serious.”

  “I see.” Her venomous words seeped into my veins, poisoning my mood and clear headedness. It clouded my judgment and whatever else I ought not to name. “So, if I go outside and shag one of the stewardesses, you won’t care.”

  She unceremoniously gasped, horrorstruck. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  “I don’t joke, especially not when my cock’s ready to fuck.”

  “Go!” she urged rancorously. “I dare you! GO!” she screamed into my expressionless face as hot tears spilled down her face. “I don’t give a rat’s ass what you do anymore!”

  Rolling on top of her naked body, I pinned her down. “Are those tears of joy, Gisele?” I spitefully continued down the destructive path, desperate to wound her just as much she had me.

  “Fuck you, Jared!” she savagely roared as she tried to shove me off her naked form, but to no avail. “You’re going to regret this. I hate you. I fucking hate you!”

  “You still love me.” As I confirmed my suspicion with a faint whisper, her guarded reaction slipped, showing me the pain she beautifully hid behind those beautiful, mesmerizing eyes of hers.

  “Fuck you!” she bellowed with might.

  Very well, kitten. As you wish.

  Pinning her supple body, my mouth found her exposed skin before I harshly bit down her neck, hard, making her scream in earnest while simultaneously pulling my pants down. In one quick motion, I rapidly thrust into her snug hole, making us groan in blissful unison.

  “Is this what you want, sweet wife?” I gritted out as I rapaciously took hold of her arse, opening her wider to accommodate my size, taking more of me. “Is this what you’ve been begging for?”