HOLD ON

by Wyatt, Dani

  “No?” Another sharp smack has me crying out, but slick wetness covers my inner thighs.

  “I mean yes, I’ll be good.”

  “That’s better.” His huge hand rubs the hot skin on my rear end, circling the pain and turning it into something else. “You know you are mine, don’t you? Mine to do with as I will. Mine to use. Mine to cherish. Mine to love.”

  I nod, his hand still firm on my back, holding me in place as I hear the click of his belt buckle, the soft rasp of a zipper, then feel the touch of his cock running up and down through my hot folds. He releases a groan of desire, of pure need, of tortured control.

  My pulse is pounding in my ears and throbbing in time with the pain from his spanking.

  “I love you,” I mutter, knowing it’s true and knowing that Marshall needs me to say it as much as I need to hear his response.

  “I love you, too, little one. More than you know. I’ll always be here for you. For us. For the family we are going to have.”

  With those words, he slams himself inside of me in one violent stroke, sending me spinning into a convulsing orgasm that makes my toes curl on the soft carpet.

  Marshall pounds into me without restraint, his thick manhood sending pain into my belly as his hands move to dig into my hips, holding me steady as he uses me for his pleasure and in turn gives me mine.

  He loves me hard, but he also dotes on me and spoils me in ways I could have only dreamed of before. He listens to me, values my opinions, wants to know my every thought and emotion...then in the next breath he treats me like his personal fuck toy, designed for pleasure alone. It all feels so right; I’m still shocked at how well we fit together.

  “You like when Daddy plays with you like this, don’t you, little one? You know your pussy belongs to me and only me. No one will ever have you but me.”

  “I like it...” I gasp breaths between each word. “I like when you come and play with me.”

  The slap, slap, slap of flesh fills my ears as his massive cock stretches me, finding the deepest spots my body can offer.

  “That’s good. It’s your job to make Daddy happy. You’re a very lucky girl to have my cock inside you. Whether it’s your mouth, your pretty little pussy, or someday soon...” I feel pressure on my tight back entrance, and it makes me gasp into the bedding. “Here in your ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To feel like my dirty little girl, letting me fuck this ass?”

  “Yes. I want...want that. I want to make you happy. Make you feel so good.”

  “You do. So much.” His words are thick as he thrusts and grinds himself against me, and I turn my head to see him wild, head thrown back, mouth open as a deep growl rumbles from his chest. “So good. So fucking tight. So fucking right.”

  His hips shift back, then forward with more force, driving the air from my lungs and prodding at my stomach. The pressure on my asshole grows, then I feel myself opening to his finger as I angle my hips and rock back into his thrusts.

  “That’s my girl. Fuck your Daddy. Show me what a dirty girl you are for me. Only me. Always and forever for me.”

  I whimper, driving my hips back into his cock, impaling myself over and over as the twinges of pleasure gather into a knot and he hits the spot inside of me that drives me crazy.

  Faster and faster we move together, as the mixture of pain and pleasure and the intrusion of his finger in my ass makes me gasp and cling to the sheets, holding myself steady as my orgasm culminates and my body releases in a screaming pinnacle of need soaking me, Marshall and the bed beneath.

  His other hand reaches up to pull at my hair, arching my back to seat himself inside of me so deep he’s opening my womb.

  “I’m so fucking in love with you. So fucking obsessed with you.” His voice is shaking, deep, and it makes me shudder at the emotion contained in each word. “I hope you can live with that. Live with the fact that you turn me into this. This animal. Your pussy is perfection, Emmy. I’m going to fuck you over and over, knowing it will never be enough.”

  His words drive more of my peak from me, toppling me over and over again into the spreading bliss that springs from my belly and explodes in waves down my legs, into my chest, making me dizzy and sightless, unable to move except to absorb the ecstasy of him.

  A moment later, I’m being filled with his creamy heat, feeling the spurting inside of me as Marshall throws his head back with a roar that hurts my ears.

  I see the pain and hunger on his face as he fills me, but I want more.

  “Fuck me, Daddy. Never stop fucking me.”

  A shudder passes through his body, and I feel it in his cock as more cum bursts into me.

  “Jesus. I love you so much. Forever. You’re never getting away from me. I’m going to give you the world, little one.”

  “I love you, too. Forever,” I manage as the reverberations from my orgasm make my voice quiver unsteadily.

  “Do you mean that?” Marshall slips out of me, his finger leaving me as well, and he comes to lie on the bed, pulling me up and next to him, face to face. His dark hair is a sweaty mess, his eyes fixed on mine.

  “Of course, I do.”

  He leans over and pulls open the drawer on the nightstand, then rolls back to me with a small wooden box in his hand.

  “I was going to wait until tonight and drop down to one knee in front of the fountain out front, so the world could see how much I love you, but I don’t want to wait. I want you to say yes, right now. I need you to marry me, Emmy. I need you to be my wife. I need this ring on your finger right this second.”

  He opens the box, and I draw a sharp breath. Inside is a massive ruby and diamond ring that looks like it should belong to an actress or heiress, not the poor farm girl who never had anything. I’m frozen solid, unable to reach out and take it, but Marshall knows what to do. He pulls the ring from the box, reaches down for my left hand and gently pulls it up between us.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “No.” I shake my head.

  “Good. Then say yes. Yes, you will marry me. Yes, you will be my wife. Say yes to our forever, my little one. Say yes and make me the happiest man in the world.”

  I nod up and down as he slips the ring onto my finger. “Yes. Always and forever, yes.”

  MARSHALL

  There is no possibility there is a happier man in this world at this moment.

  I took her here to Lake Tahoe for a specific reason. It’s one of the places where you can get your marriage license and get married the same day.

  That was my plan all along, but I gotta be honest before I asked her to be my wife I was so fucking nervous.

  There was no deal I’d ever made that came close to being as important as closing the one with Emmy and getting my last name attached to her.

  It’s four a.m. now, and the prospect of sleep is a cosmic joke. The suite is filled wall to wall with ruby red roses, and it looks like there was an earthquake from the way the furniture is toppled over.

  I fucked Emmy on every square inch of the suite after we spent the day yesterday getting her a dress and anything and everything she wanted for the little wedding at the chapel I’d already picked out on the bluff overlooking the lake.

  We got married in front of a judge, the roses surrounding us and candles flickering everywhere as the sun set over the water. It was perfect. I offered Emmy whatever sort of wedding she wanted, but she wanted just us with no fanfare. Emmy looked more beautiful than ever, her red hair loose around her face and the little gauzy bohemian dress she picked out draping around her curves, making me salivate as I did my best to recite my vows without passing out.

  When we get home from our honeymoon, we plan to have a party to celebrate but as far as the actual wedding, we just hope everyone will understand.

  Tomorrow we leave for Paris, and from there I’ll take her anywhere she wants to go for a honeymoon that she will remember for the rest of her life. I’ve put all my business deals on hold for a month, much to Connor’s dismay, but Christ, how m
uch more money do I need?

  What I need is Emmy’s smile. It’s the most valuable asset in my world.

  Emmy lies on my chest, her hand making tiny circles between my pectorals as my heart beats for her. “Promise me,” she whispers, looking up at me with those sweet, green eyes that melt me like butter in a hot pan.

  “Promise you what, little one? You know I’ll give you everything, just ask.”

  “Promise me we will always be this happy. Promise me we will never take each other for granted.”

  “I promise all of that. But you know there will be bad days. There will be hard times. It’s just life. But know this...” I kiss the top of her head as she runs her hand down my body, then gently begins stroking my still hard cock under the covers. “The hard times will make the good times so much sweeter. Nothing will tear us apart, baby. If we have a problem, it’s you and me against the problem, never you and me against each other. Just remember that, and we will be fine. You just have to remember to hold on to us. Hold on to our love and what we have. As long as we hold on to each other, there’s nothing we can’t do.”

  Sixteen

  Emmy

  EPILOGUE

  Two years later

  “Wife!” I hear Marshall calling from the front porch. “What are you doing? We have to go.”

  “Hold on.” I run the brush through my hair as I hear his footsteps coming down the hall.

  “I’ll give you hold on.” He comes into the kitchen, his jaw tight as he steps behind me, giving my already sore rear end a swat.

  “Okay, I’m ready.” I turn and he runs his hand over my round belly.

  “You are getting there.” His hard look softens as he rubs a circle on my bulging midsection.

  “That I am. Is your mom all set?”

  “Yes, she’s got Winny out front on the swing.”

  I waddle down the hall with Marshall close behind and grab my backpack off the kitchen table as we go.

  As we make our way down the porch steps, Myra Marshall’s mom waves and calls out, “Good luck!”

  Buddha raises his head from his place on the grass in front of the swing set to give me his own sort of supportive look. He’s great with Winny and has become a lot more mellow with people in general over the past couple of years.

  “Thank you,” I answer, listening to Winny laugh as her grandmother pushes her higher on the swing.

  Myra smiles as we walk past. “Why do you look so nervous? You haven’t gotten less than an A on any exam so far.” She’s been amazing to me. I’m so lucky she accepted me immediately and has become a new mother in every way that matters.

  I nod. “I know. I just always think I’m not prepared enough.”

  “You’re going to do fine,” Marshall whispers, his hand coming to the small of my back as he leads me to the running SUV.

  He drives me to all my exams and waits for me while I take them. It’s one of the many ways he supports me in everything.

  We both wanted to start our family right away, which we did. I was pregnant when we came home from Lake Tahoe, and Winny was born nine months later.

  Even with being pregnant and my mom duties, I’ve managed to get A’s in all my classes. Marshall does everything he can to make sure my dream to become a vet will come true.

  He’s the most amazing husband and father, and his love and obsession for me hasn’t faded. The things he will do to ensure my happiness know no bounds, and he spoils me unlike anything I could have dreamed of.

  “See you in a couple hours,” he calls to his mom and Winny as he opens the car door and I slip into the seat. He reaches over and buckles me in, giving me a quick, soft kiss, then leaning down to my ear. “You’re going to feel me with you, aren’t you?”

  My cheeks warm as I nod. “Yes. My rear end is still warm, and my panties are soaked with you.”

  “Good girl,” he mouths, then shuts the door carefully before coming around and getting in on his side.

  He loves that I have my own ambition and helps me however he can. But he’s also a possessive, jealous man and likes to remind me who I belong to when I head to class, usually making sure his cum is either in my pussy, spread over my tits, or filling my belly before I leave the house.

  The first year, he followed me around campus making sure every male knew I was off-limits. He even squared off with one of my professors when he saw him looking at my ass as I walked out of biology class.

  I finger the diamond and ruby pendant he put around my neck the day we came home from our honeymoon, which started in Paris and ended three weeks later in Aruba. Wherever I wanted to go, Marshall catered to my every wish and whim. He said he loved making love to me in new cities and countries, so even the planet would know wherever we were, he loved me and nothing would ever change that.

  What I didn’t know about the necklace until a few months later is that inside it there is a microprocessor that sends out a signal so Marshall can always know where I am. The situation with Carver left him deeply fearful that something would happen to me, and I get it.

  I figured out what was going on when he kept turning up in places where I was without me having told him beforehand. At first, I was a little miffed, but seeing the concern in his eyes, I knew it was just another way he loved me. And besides, truth is, I feel so safe with him it only makes me freer.

  Carver was convicted on all counts and is serving a minimum of fourteen years before he will be eligible for parole. Marshall’s already talked about what he intends to do if Carver ever comes near me again, and I only hope that in the end, his obsession with me will fade, whatever it was.

  I know Marshall will never do anything that will risk him being taken from me, but I also know with the money we have, it’s possible to make a man like Carver disappear and not have it lead back to Marshall. All I know is I want to live my life and let Carver live his and never have them cross again.

  Marshall and I? We are as ravenous for each other as ever, and I hope it never changes.

  His lust for me hasn’t faded at all. As a matter of fact, especially when I’ve been pregnant, he finds it nearly unbearable not to be inside me every few hours.

  We have his mother, who babysits when she can, and we also have two full-time nannies on call, who Marshall pays whether I have them with Winny or not. Sometimes Marshall calls them in when he knows he needs a long, hard session with me, and they’ve come to understand that their place, on occasion, is to take care of Winny while Marshall and I take care of each other.

  As for Dorothy, she loves her niece, but she’s not really the babysitting type and prefers her time to herself. I get that; it’s her personality, and we give her the space she needs. She’s had a couple of short-term girlfriends in the time I’ve known her, but her relationships never last long. She’s alone more often than not, but I don’t think she’s lonely, so it’s all good.

  As we drive to campus, Marshall reaches over and pushes up the hem of my skirt, working his fingers on top of the damp fabric soaked with his cum between my legs.

  “Open,” he growls, and I spread my legs as he pushes my panties aside and his finger finds my clit, spinning around and making me push my head back into the seat. “Does that feel good, little one?”

  I nod with a whimper. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. I like you to feel good. You know, later, you’re going to make me feel good, too.”

  “Hmm.” I moan as a thick finger pushes inside of me.

  “I’m so proud of you. You’re such a good girl for me. Now, you know what I need.”

  I swallow and let the sensation of his fingers working my sex flood through me as I pull my skirt higher, knowing he will want a good view. The darkened windows on the SUV prevent other drivers from seeing, but the taboo nature of what we’re doing still drives me further into the moment.

  “Yes, you need me to cum for you,” I mutter.

  “That’s right. Your orgasms belong to me, just like you. And I know you need one before you tak
e your test.”

  I can only moan as the tension in my core builds.

  Marshall pulls into the back of the parking lot outside the building where my biochemistry exam is going to start in half an hour and puts the SUV in park.

  I look over as he eases his seat down, and my pussy pulses knowing what’s about to happen.

  His fingers leave me, and I feel a sense of loss, but I know it will only be a moment before he’s inside me again.

  “Climb on. I want you to ride me.” He releases his erection from his black suit pants as I climb onto his lap.

  As he pulls my panties to the side, I straddle his thick length, easing myself down and throwing my head back as he fills me, listening to his sigh of pleasure.

  “God, your pussy is magic,” he grunts, pulling me to him, his hands unbuttoning my sweater, then tugging one breast from my bra and sucking the nipple into his warm mouth.

  I bob up and down on him until I can barely breathe. We both climax with panting breaths, and jets of hot, sticky cum fill me once again as Marshall sucks the milk from my breast and sets his teeth on my sensitive nipple, making me yelp.

  He kisses his way up my chest and neck, then to my mouth, slipping his tongue inside as his cock spreads me open. After a long, slow kiss, he pulls away, his hands coming to the back of my neck, and I lose myself in those shimmering gray eyes.

  “Now, you go get an A on that test, or you know what’s going to happen.” His voice is stern. “You know I love to make your ass red.”

  “Yes, Daddy. I’ll try my best.”

  “That’s my girl. Now, let’s get you put back together.”

  When we regroup, Marshall drives to the front of the building and parks, walking me inside to my classroom as he glares at any other male that dares look my way.

  Outside the door, he kisses my cheek, then rubs my belly and pinches my chin so I look up at him. He’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever known and looking into his face still makes me shiver.

  “Now, go make Daddy proud. I’ll be waiting right here.”

  “Okay. I will. I love you.”