I’ve stalked you for four years. I’d sit in my car, baby, and watch you bake, cook, clean, laugh, dance, smile, and nothing could ever take me away. I know you like the back of my hand, Elena. The fact that Aofie immediately loved you and trusted you, fuck, I didn’t want anything else.
Aofie never questions where her mother is or why she left her. I used to be scared of this mother subject ever coming up because I didn’t know how to tell my little girl, this blessing and gift, that her mother didn’t want her. Then you came along.
His voice got thick with emotion, and new tears fell down my face.
You are her mother, her best friend, and a fucking angel sent to us. You’re my wife, my goddamn wife, and the love of my life, and I’m so happy we’re finally here. That we’ve finally made it this far in our life where our daughter can call you mom because you both deserve it.
I love her with all that I am. I choked out. I never thought this was where life would take me, but I’m so thankful and happy it did. I have a husband and a daughter, and hopefully, one day, our family will only grow. I’m happy. Today I’m happy, and it’s because of you two. I wasn’t sent to you both, baby ; you two were sent to me.
Elena
Wow, look how pretty your cupcake is. I squealed as I saw Aofie dump half the edible pink glitter on top. It’s beautiful, cara mia.
My nonna and Fiona sat across from us on the stools drinking tea while watching Aofie and I bake together. Despite their language barrier, my nonna and Fiona were shaping up to be best friends.
They spoke about everything kitchen and husband related while laughing and gossiping. It was a sight to see our families together, bonding and so close.
Mam, can I eat it now ? Aofie grumbled while I iced the other cupcakes.
Go ahead, but let me take a picture first. So, we can send it to your dad. I said, pulling out the new phone that Oisin bought me.
Aofie posed with her cupcake, and I snapped some shots before sending them to my husband. Aofie dug into the cupcake, frosting, edible glitter, and all, and I chuckled as I swiped at the frosting at her nose.
This is so good. She said between bites. Nonna, do you want to taste ? She asked.
Without waiting for a response, Aofie hopped off the step stool and went over to my grandma. Fiona hoisted her on the stool beside them, and Aofie fed my grandma.
My phone rang, and my heart nearly burst when I saw his name flashing across my screen. It never got old. Knowing that I was married to this man and that we were happy.
Hi. I picked up.
Hey, baby. You guys look like you’re having fun. Did you save your husband a cupcake ?
Tell her I want one, too ! I heard Liam’s voice.
Will you fuck off ? Oisin muttered.
There’s enough to feed an army. I laughed. Don’t be mean to him.
We need to get him married, Oisin grumbled under his breath. I sent you a dress. Did you get it ? He asked, changing the subject.
I hummed and walked out of the kitchen to continue the conversation privately.
Is Liam still with you in the office ? I asked.
A moment passed, and I heard the door shut. Not anymore. What is it, mo ghra amhain ?
You promised me a fun night. Shall I quote your words back to you, or do you remember ? I taunted as I walked down the hall. I didn’t want anyone to hear this conversation.
I remember. His voice went low and deep, and I bit my lip. Dinner, dancing, getting you drunk, and then fucking you on the way home.
My breathing hitched from the familiar words he gave me this morning. I’ve never gotten drunk before, but I want you to know I don’t care how drunk I get ; I expect to be fucked by the end of the night, I murmured.
Do you like getting me hard at work, knowing I can’t do anything about it until tonight ?
I grinned victoriously. Yes.
That mouth. That fucking mouth of yours. It’s been a while since I taught it a lesson. He rasped.
Don’t threaten me with a good time, amore moi.
You know what you need, Elena ? I hummed in response. You need Daddy to spank the attitude right out of you. Maybe that’ll teach you not to tease Daddy when he’s at work.
I whimpered, the sound tumbling out of me without permission.
Yeah, you want that, don’t you, baby ? Dirty girls like you need reminders on obedience, and sometimes they only learn when they’re on all fours, counting. His breathing grew harsh, and I could tell he was enjoying the scenario he was creating for the both of us.
It sounded hot. Too hot. He swatted my ass occasionally during the act or when I got too sassy, but never as a form of punishment slash foreplay. I was eager to learn, desperate to feel, and greedy for another sexual experience with Oisin.
Can you come home now ? I whined, my strength and teasing from earlier vanishing into thin air, and he chuckled devilishly.
No, and don’t touch yourself, either. Clench those thighs and keep it pretty and slick for me. I won’t have the patience when I get my hands on you. One last thing. He added. No panties and no bra. Don’t wear either. I want you to wear that sexy dress and those heels I bought you last week, only. Nine sharp. Understand, baby ?
Yes, Daddy.
There’s a good little slut. Now hang up and be good for me.
My face warmed at his words, and I nodded obediently. I will.
We hung up, and I washed my face with cold water to calm down before heading back to the kitchen. Aofia and I finished decorating the rest of the cupcakes, and then she was off to take her bath with Fiona while my nonna headed to nap.
After tidying up our bedroom, I decided it was never too early to prepare for our date. It was a little past six in the evening, and makeup alone took an hour and a half, while my hair would take an hour. So I got everything ready before hopping in the shower.
**
The dress Oisin sent for me was a tease. It was a Dolce & Gabbana satin pearl white mini-dress with a sweetheart neckline, shoulder straps, and molded cups. I hoped it would be enough to hold my bra-free breasts. The dress barely reached down my ass.
I don’t know how he didn’t want me wearing panties or a bra. He was the jealous, possessive type, but I knew he’d never let a man look at me. He’d never hurt me. I knew he wanted to show me off, to let everyone know I was his wife, and I wanted to play the arm-candy role.
Tonight was our first date together, and as silly as it was since we were already married, I was more than excited about it. The heels he bought me last week were dark-red Saint Laurent pointed-toe strapped stiletto heels.
Since we were going to a dark and intimate place for dinner, drinks, and dancing, I wanted my makeup to look the part-smoky eye shadow, glossy nude lips, thick liner, and fake lashes. I didn’t know what to do with my hair, but I knew I wanted it down.
So after blow-drying it and watching a lot of YouTube videos, I finally got it to look like those 70’s pin-up models look. It was thick and wavy, yet light and bouncy.
He didn’t specify anything about jewelry, but I kept it simple and wore my wedding ring. I grabbed my purse and shoved my phone, tissues, and a compact mirror in it before walking down the stairs.
I thought he’d be in his car, but no, there he stood in the foyer, talking on the phone. I felt nervous as I walked down those steps, but as if hearing the sound of my heels, his head whipped to the side. He hung up on whoever it was and shoved his phone into his pocket.
Dark and sensual eyes ran over my body a few times before he snapped out of it and ran to me. He wasn’t wearing the same suit he left to work in, and I was happy to see him in what seemed to be a strapping new charcoal grey suit with a very sexy new tie.
I don’t think I could ever get over how handsome this man looked. It didn’t matter how long we’d been together and how many times I’d seen him in a suit.
He still looked eerily handsome and equally sexy. He extended his hand and kissed the top of mine when I placed it in his.
Jesus Christ, baby, you look beautiful. His voice was thick as he reeled me flush to his chest.
His hands spanned my back and ass as he leaned in closer. I’m the luckiest motherfucker to walk this Earth to have you on my arm. He murmured in my ear before leaving a kiss on my neck. You ready to go ?
Did you kiss Aofie goodnight ?
He nodded and smiled at me. I did.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and led us outside to the car. He opened the front door and helped me in before going to the other side.
Where are you taking us for dinner ? I asked.
Spread your legs for me. Was his response.
Is that what they’re calling it nowadays ? I chuckled.
Elena. Spread your legs. Don’t make me say it again.
I set my purse down and spread my legs as wide as possible in his car. His hand rested on my thigh and squeezed it aggressively, just how I loved, before spanning his palm on my inner thighs. I shook from that touch alone.
Do you like seafood ? He asked, his fingers caressing, inching so close to my pussy, but never really touching it.
I do. I breathed out.
His eyes were on the road as he drove us, his voice calm, his fingers teasing, but his face was casual, as if his hand wasn’t between my bare thighs.
Oisin, I begged.