“We were told to take you to the old apartment, sir. We’ve already secured the premises.”
Frowning, he started to ask why when he realized the date. Every muscle in his body tensed and his cock hardened behind his slacks.
They made the trip in silence and when the stopped in front of the courier service building, he practically ran inside.
The elevator had never seemed so slow.
As the doors opened, he took in the sight of his wife and wondered if such happiness tempted fate.
Shania stood in the middle of the loft wearing heels and silk stockings. Her hair was pulled into a snug ponytail that trailed down her back. Her nipples were tight, her skin flushed.
“I thought you’d never get here. I almost touched myself but I knew you’d want me to wait.”
Just outside the elevator, he shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. “I’m glad you waited. I don’t want to miss your pleasure. Not when it’s been so long since I’ve seen it.”
Rolling up his sleeves, he locked the elevator and approached a woman who made his blood boil with lust no matter how many times he spent himself inside her.
She whispered, “I asked Charlotte to watch the kids tonight. She was glad to do it and Gerald said they’ll all help.”
“We haven’t been alone in months.”
“I know. I’ve missed you.”
He smoothed his palm over her arm. She trembled at his touch. Bending, he sucked her nipple between his lips and lightly clamped his teeth on it.
She stumbled forward and grabbed his shoulder.
Taking her hand, he led her to the dining table to examine the items displayed on it. He pulled out one of the chairs.
“Bend over and rest your palms on the seat.” Shania didn’t hesitate and the vision she presented made it difficult not to take her hard and immediately. “If anything hurts or makes you nervous, tell me.”
She nodded and he lightly slapped her ass.
“Answer me properly, Shania.”
“Yes, sir.”
He rubbed the cheeks of her trim ass, gripping them before running his hands over the backs of her thighs.
“You and I have fucked often, in many positions. We’ve played lots of games.” Trailing his palms up her bare back and around to cup her breasts, he pinched her nipples firmly. “This game is new. I’ve never spanked you, blindfolded you, or put my cock in your tight ass.”
Her trembling increased and an almost inaudible whimper escaped her throat.
“Do you want me to spank you, Shania?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want me to blindfold you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Bending, he licked her ear. “Do you want me to put my cock in your tight ass?”
“Yes, sir. I-I prepared myself. I want it.”
Laid out on a crisp white towel were several toys and products that made Spencer’s heart race.
Not because he’d never seen or used them before, but because his wife wanted him to use them on her.
They were things he’d dabbled in before he met her and he assumed he’d have to put away such things when he met the beautiful artist from a small town in Georgia.
The day she’d told him her fantasy while her body blushed hot, the agony of waiting to fulfill it almost killed him.
Reaching between her legs, he thrust two fingers into her pussy and growled. “Wet already.” He removed them and slapped them across her clit. “Don’t come until I give you permission.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Covering his fingers in lubricant, he worked one inside her. “Tight and hot as a furnace. Fucking you here is going to feel so good.” She made a soft sound. “I’m going to add another finger.”
“Yes.”
“You prepared well.”
“Good.”
“You really wanted to experience this.”
“So much.”
“Tell me why.”
“You’ve had the other holes in my body. I wanted you to have this one. I wanted to know how it felt.”
“You’re the most generous lover I’ve ever met. Thank god you agreed to marry me.”
Another finger caused a small grunt of pain. Stroking to his palm several times, he pulled them out and used wipes to clean them.
Picking up a vibrating plug, he coated it thickly in lube. Moving behind her, he gripped her shoulder with one hand while he positioned the plug at the pucker of her ass.
“It will be tight, it might hurt.”
“I know, sir.”
He worked the plug carefully into her and watched the muscles of her ass flex as she allowed the invasion. Then it was seated and she exhaled raggedly.
“Alright?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Very good. This will loosen you up to take my cock.”
He flipped the tiny switch and her hand shot to the back of the chair to keep from falling as the vibration stole her breath.
“Oh, god…”
“I can’t wait to fuck you here.” She moved to close her legs and he slapped her inner thigh. “Keep the apart. Your clit gets no attention unless it’s from me.”
Stepping back out, she whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Stand up.” She straightened and turned to face him. “I need these.” Bending her over his arm, he roughly licked and sucked her breasts. “Delicious treats. A little something to hold me over.”
Picking up another toy, the lubricant, and the wipes, Spencer led her to the huge bed at one end of the loft. He bent and removed her heels and stockings.
“Lay down. Heels on the edge of the mattress. Open wide for me.” She obeyed and he took in the image she made while he counted out a full minute. “That plug looks so pretty in your ass.”
Gathering her knees, he pressed them back to her chest and reached down to manipulate the toy. Pressing it more firmly against her, twisting it, as the breath stuttered from her lungs.
“Please…”
“Return to the previous position.” Shaking, she did so. “Time for another layer of sensation.”
Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he watched her arousal ease from her pussy. “That’s what I like to see. My pretty wife turned on so much she can’t hide it.”
He picked up the second toy and rubbed it in the slickness that covered her folds. Inserting the first ball, she gasped. The second made her hand grip the sheets in a fist.
The vibration from the plug made the balls vibrate as well.
“All filled up. Almost.” Her entire body shook as he sat her up at the edge of the bed. “Open.” She did, her eyes fixed on his while he unfastened his pants. “Suck my dick while your other two holes are full.”
She took him greedily, moaning around him as she fought the climax he could see building rapidly.
“Be still.” He brought his hands up to hold her head. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
Blowjobs were something Shania excelled at providing and she’d pushed her limits during the last weeks of her pregnancies and post-delivery recovery.
She could take him into her throat, without gagging, until he was weak with the need to come. She enjoyed having him between her lips and he loved to be there.
“That’s it. Let me have your hot mouth.” He stroked firmly but carefully. No matter their games, he’d never injure her body. “I’m going to pump my come down your throat. The first of three holes I’m going to fill tonight.”
Her answering moan was filled with desperation.
“I’m going to take my pleasure in you and reward you with enough orgasms to leave you dehydrated.” Petting her cheeks with his thumbs, he asked, “Does that sound good?”
Nodding, her lips stretched to take him, her eyes watered as he pushed deeper.
“My beautiful wife. I never imagined this. I never dreamed of a scenario where I filled your ass and pussy with toys. Fucking your perfect mouth as your green eyes watch me do it and patiently wait your turn.�
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Using one hand, she reached for the lube. He watched her squeeze some on the tip of her finger and use her thumb to spread it around.
Reaching between his legs, she held his eyes as she rubbed around the pucker of his ass.
“I’m absolutely terrified right now.”
Shania laughing around his dick was something that would normally send them both into fits but he was tense, uncertain.
Pressing her palm against his balls, massaging them roughly, she gently pushed her finger inside him. With each stroke, she went a little deeper.
After almost a minute of thrusting into her mouth and feeling her finger sink into his ass, he was confused.
It’s not awful but I’m not sure what…
“Holy shit, Shania!” She stroked over a place inside him he didn’t even know he possessed and instantly triggered a climax unlike anything he’d ever felt. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
She didn’t stop, rubbing over a spot that made his eyes roll back in his head and his balls empty to a degree he didn’t know was possible.
By the time she released him, he wasn’t positive he could remain standing. Gasping for breath, he pulled from her mouth and watched her use one of the wipes on her fingers while she simply watched him.
“The lady has been reading a lot of interesting material.” His own voice was unrecognizable.
Leaning back on her hands, she smiled at him. “Did you like it? You can tell me the truth.” With a wink, she added, “It was kind of cool to be inside your body for a change.”
“It was different at first. Uncomfortable. Then it was so fucking good, I don’t even know how to describe it.”
“Did it empty your balls out nice?”
“So much that I’m going to need more than my usual recovery time. Worth it, I admit.”
Lifting her feet to the edge of the bed, she replied, “Good. Plenty of time for you to eat me.”
“I happen to be starving.”
“I’m about to rattle out of my own skin. Forget permission for a little while. I need to come. I’m serious.” Nodding at his clothes, she ordered, “Strip first.”
“My pleasure.” When he was naked, he dropped to his knees and dragged his tongue through her folds. “Just so you know, I’m not going easy on you once I have ammo again. I plan to take your ass with force.”
“Mm…good. We have the next twelve hours to be as dirty as you want.” He started to lower his mouth to her and she said, “Spencer, grab my book.”
Laughing, he grabbed her supplies and settled several pillows behind her at the top of the bed so she could sketch him in action. He stretched out and got comfortable.
Winking over her slick mound, he checked, “Ready?”
“Oh yes, Spencer. I’m always ready.”
They got to work. The Bishops weren’t slackers.
Epilogue
Dawn was barely breaking when Shania climbed out of bed and shrugged on a robe. She covered Spencer and kissed his temple before cleaning up evidence of their night together.
She always worried that a member of the security team or other staff would happen upon embarrassing items. She’d be mortified and unable to ever look them in the eyes again.
Satisfied, she took the stairs to the roof and smiled at the sun just peeking over the skyline. It was her favorite time of day.
A sound behind the storage shed made her turn. The edge of a sneakered foot was just visible beside the metal structure.
Tightening the robe around her, she walked quietly across the roof and peered around the building.
A little girl with large eyes and tangled hair pulled herself into a tight ball. She was clearly terrified and didn’t look like she’d eaten in a while.
“Hello. My name’s Shania. I won’t hurt you.” She started to move closer and the girl screamed and tried to scramble further into the corner. “It’s okay. We’ll just stay here like this.” She lowered into a cross-legged position.
“Are you by yourself?” After a long hesitation, the girl nodded. “Alright. Are you lost?” She shook her head and a horrible possibility entered her mind. “Are you hiding?”
The girl’s brown eyes filled with tears.
“If you need help, I can help you. No one is going to hurt you. I promise.” She held out her hand to shake and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Tilly.”
“Take my hand, Tilly. You found the best roof in the city to hide on.” She grinned. “Everything is going to be okay now.”
“No. He’ll find me. He’ll hurt me.”
“Whoever you’re afraid of, you’re safe here.” Leaning forward, she turned her hand so the palm was up. “Come on. Let’s get you some breakfast and talk. My husband is downstairs but he’s gentle as a lamb.”
The girl took her hand.
Standing, Shania led her across the roof and down into the apartment, locking the access door behind her.
Seating her at the small table, she made two packets of microwave oatmeal.
They didn’t have much selection in the way of groceries here. It was their secret hideaway.
Certain she’d be fine for a couple of minutes, Shania went to wake Spencer. He was immediately worried. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. Something is unusual though and we’re going to need to make some calls.” She dressed fast in leggings and a t-shirt, handing him the robe. “Get dressed in the bathroom.”
“Is someone here?” She nodded. “Who?”
“A little girl. I found her on the roof and she’s afraid of someone. Hurry, Spencer. Call Sax.”
Returning to the kitchen, she found the little girl licking the bowl of the remaining oatmeal.
“I’ll make you more. There’s plenty to eat, Tilly.” The girl blushed as she put the bowl down. “It’s okay.” She found apple juice in the fridge.
When Spencer appeared in the kitchen, Tilly was finished with the second serving and the bottle of juice.
“Hello. I’m Spencer.”
“This is Tilly. We met on the roof. I promised her she was safe here and that she picked the very best spot to hide.” Smiling at the girl, she asked, “How old are you?”
“Eight, I think.”
“Spencer called a man who works for us. He’s like Batman. We depend on him to keep us safe. He’ll keep you safe, too.”
She remained silent until the bell for the elevator rang and Spencer went to unlock the doors.
Sax entered with four other members of their security team, weapons drawn. They checked every inch of the apartment and roof. When it was clear, he waved the others back into the elevator and holstered the gun.
“I’m sorry if I scared you. I’m Sax.”
“I’m Tilly. I wasn’t scared because you’re like Batman.”
“I try to be.” To Spencer, he said, “We need to get all of you back to the estate. I’ll call Hollow.”
“No!” the little girl screamed. “You can’t!”
Sax slowly turned and walked across the room, crouching on the floor beside her chair.
“Why shouldn’t I call Hollow?”
“He’s looking for him. He’s been looking for him a long time. He thinks his apartment is around here. I hid but if he follows me and you call Hollow, he gets what he wants.”
“Why did the man bring you along?”
Tears streamed over her cheeks, causing the dirt to run. “He was gonna kill me in Hollow’s apartment and call the cops.”
Shania gasped and put her hand over her mouth.
“Alright, Tilly,” Sax said gently. “We’ll do it another way.”
Grabbing her cell phone, Shania went through her wallet and removed a black business card. Dialing the number on it, she exhaled in relief when it was answered on the first ring.
“Eklund.”
“Elijah. This is Shania Bishop. We need your help.”
“Where are you?” She gave him the address. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Sax watched her intently when she disconnected the call. “Why did you call him?”
“You know why. We can protect Tilly but he needs to protect Hollow…who doesn’t usually need help and won’t take it from us.”
“Good point. I’m really not trying to piss off Hollow this week.” Inhaling deeply, he added, “Sorry to cut your mini-vacation short.”
“No. It’s fine. I feel equipped to handle chaos again.”
Spencer wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “You thrive on insanity.”
“It knows its master.”
* * *
Seven minutes after their call, Elijah stepped off the elevator. Taking in the scene with a gesture that warned all of them to remain silent, he approached the little girl.
Applying pressure to the side of her neck, she fainted and slumped in the chair. Shania whimpered in fear for her.
Elijah quickly patted her down and found a small bug pinned to the inside of her t-shirt.
Dropping it in a glass of water, he announced, “Move. Now.”
He picked up the girl and when they exited the building, he ran with her to an SUV that peeled away.
Shania was in shock and moved to run after it.
“No, ma’am.” Sax held his arm in front of her. “She has to be checked for skin trackers and the rest. He’ll bring her back. I can’t believe we didn’t check for a bug.”
“She’s a little girl! Why would we think to check that?”
“Monsters all over the world use children to do their dirty work for that very reason. The monster we’re dealing with is the best at what he does.” He motioned to the car. “Sir. Ma’am. We need to get back to the estate.”
Sliding into the car, Shania looked at Spencer. “What’s going on? What did I stumble on?”
“You didn’t stumble, love. It isn’t a coincidence that she was on our roof on the one night we stayed here.” To Sax, he said, “Increase security in all locations.”
“Already done, sir.”
“Spencer…”
“I need to tell you everything. We need to be in my office. It’s time you know the story behind the story.”
“Am I going to be upset?”
“Oh…you’ll be livid. That’s not what worries me. What worries me is what you’ll want to do about it.”
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