Allison
I wake to find Gregory in bed with me. I blink against the bright morning sunlight, trying to decide if my husband is a mirage or not. I shift closer and touch his chest, making his eyelids flutter open. The man’s cut from marble, and the still-sleeping look in his eyes only makes him that much more beautiful. I’m struck by this man, by how handsome he is, by how effortlessly he navigates the world. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time.
“Good morning,” I say softly. “You smell like smoke.”
“Good morning.” He rolls onto his back and sighs. “I showered. Twice.”
“What did you do last night?”
“Started my revenge.” He shifts back to face me. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” I say, yawning.
“The baby? Any symptoms? The doctor said-”
“I’m fine.” I touch his chest again, not thinking about how intimate the gesture is. I can’t seem to keep my hands away from him. “Seriously. I feel totally fine. A little bit sore, but better than yesterday.”
He looks visibly relieved. “I had trouble getting to sleep last night thinking there might be something wrong. I kept making sure you were breathing.”
“Since when did the great and mighty Gregory Callahan worry about an insignificant little ant like me?”
“The health of my wife and my child are the most important things to me right now.”
“I’m not really your wife,” I say, but I’m teasing him.
“Are we going to start the day having this argument again? You’re wearing my ring, sleeping in my bed, and carrying my baby. You are my wife.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes, but I’m smiling. “All right, fine. How should we start this lovely morning instead?”
He pulls me against him. I kick slightly, squirming to get away, but he doesn’t release me as his mouth finds mine in a crushing, hot kiss. The man’s iron mixed with lace, hard where he needs to be, but gentle enough to drive me wild. He really does smell like smoke, and he tastes like it too, but I kind of like that.
I let myself get manhandled by this big beast, let him take off my clothes, lick my nipples, suck them, get me nice and wet before sliding my panties off.
“I could get used to this,” I say, stifling a whimper as his mouth finds my pussy. “Except normally you’re gone so early. Did you stick around just to do this?”
“Yes,” he says, utterly devoid of irony. “Shall I wake you when I have to leave early? There’s no reason I can’t have my way with you every morning.”
“Tempting,” I admit as he keeps going, licking me faster. It feels so freaking good I can barely control myself. My breasts shake with each new heaving breath, and soon his fingers are fucking me too, sliding in and out, driving deeper and deeper until I come against his mouth in a back-breaking orgasm.
“Lovely,” he says when I’m lying on my back, cheeks flushed, breathing hard. He looms over me, muscular and glowing. So damn handsome it almost hurts.
“You didn’t waste any time getting me naked,” I point out, covering my breasts with one arm.
He shrugs and peels my arm away. His mouth finds my hard nipples again. “Here’s the thing about having a wife. I get to wake up in bed with you. Why waste it?”
“Oh, you do? That’s assuming I haven’t locked myself away.”
“Locks are easy to pick. Doors are easy to break. I am not easy to resist.”
“What a gentleman.”
“I do what I can.” His kisses me and I taste myself on his lips. It’s dirty, but I find myself liking the way he casually treats me like I’m a gorgeous sex goddess. I’ve never felt that way before in my life, but when he looks at me, suddenly my body wakes up like never before.
I shimmy away from him just so I can get some breathing room. I feel flushed all over, dizzy with need. “Let me ask you something. Did you ever imagine what it would be like to be married? I mean seriously, in a real relationship.”
“No,” he says. “There have been women before you, and some of them were even decent matches, but I never considered settling down.”
“Gregory Callahan, are you a heartbreaker?”
“Possibly,” he says, though this time he’s smiling. “But I always made it clear where I stood.”
“Which was where?”
“Nothing lasts forever.”
“Except now this. You think this is forever?”
He shrugs, kissing my breasts again. “I could get used to being around you all the time.”
“Wow, you’re really selling yourself.”
“Did you ever think about getting married?”
“Sure, all the time.” I feel silly saying that but it’s true. In my dreams, my husband was suave but kind, totally unlike Gregory’s rough brutality. “I was a cliche little girl, looking at wedding magazines and imagining my dress.”
He seems surprised. “Do you want a real ceremony? We can arrange for that.”
“No, no, that’s okay,” I say, waving him off before he gets any ideas. The way he’s looking at me, I’m pretty sure he’ll give me whatever I ask for, which makes that warm spot between my legs tingle with excitement. This man wants me in a really visceral, animalistic way. “I just mean, when I was younger I thought about it. I grew out of that, but you know what I’m saying. It was like a game.”
“Did you think about what it would mean to be a wife, or was it just what it would be like to get married?”
“The latter. It was more like a princess fantasy, you know? Being the center of attention. Looking beautiful. Everything else after that, I didn’t think about it so much.”
“You always look beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“Oh, since when did you get so charming?”
“Always have been.” He rolls to the side, dragging me along with him. I end up straddling his hips, and his stiff cock presses against my naked, soaking pussy. Slowly, I begin to grind against his length, purring as I do it. He looks incredible beneath me, eyes burning into mine, muscular chest flexing with each movement, each time he squeezes his fingers into my flesh.
He holds onto my hips. I lean forward, eyes fluttering, hands on his warm body. I’m still sensitive from coming once, but it feels so fucking good, I don’t want to stop.
“From my perspective, you’ve mostly been a bossy, controlling dickhead.” I yelp when he slaps my ass. “See what I mean? You can’t take criticism.”
“I can take constructive criticism. You’re just being rude.”
“Maybe.” I move faster, digging my fingers into his muscle. He slaps my ass again, playfully. “But that’s not how a partnership’s supposed to work.”
“Then enlighten me, wife of mine.”
“We should be equals.”
“That won’t ever happen.”
“Try again.” I slow my pace, nearly stopping.
But he doesn’t like that. He pulls me up and down, forcing me to start moving again, and hell, it feels too good to resist him. The bastard.
“Look at you, grinding your soaking wet pussy all up and down my hard cock, telling me how you want to be my equal. It’s almost adorable.” He slaps my ass firmly again and I let out a whimper. Fuck, I should be mad, but this is pure erotic ecstasy. Otherwise, I might be annoyed. “The truth is, I’m going to take care of you. I will defer to you for many decisions, seek your council in even more, and treat you like my queen. But we will never be equals. Not in everything.”
“Then in most things.”
“We can work on that.”
“I want more say in the business.”
“Absolutely not.”
Well, it was worth a shot. “Then I need something,” I say, feeling desperate as the pleasure mounts. “You can’t just keep me here, locked up forever.”
“Not forever. Only for as long as you’re pregnant.”
“Then you’ll find some other excuse to keep me under your thumb. You’ll move the goalposts forever unless I stop you now.”
“Can you blame me? Look at you, beautiful girl. You’re so fucking sexy I could lose my mind. I want to keep you all to myself, locked in my room, ready to fuck at a moment’s notice.”
“Stop it. I’m trying to concentrate.”
Another ass slap. This time, he grips hard, and thrusts against me. I gasp in surprise, and when he pulls back, he yanks down his boxer-briefs.
I help get them off. Once I’m to the side of him, I take his cock in my mouth and start sucking. Up and down, into my throat, between my lips. I moan as I do it, until he’s got his boxer-briefs at the end of the bed, and I’m straddling him again.
This time, I arch my back and slide down his shaft. He fills me for one agonizing, blissful moment. I shiver, enjoying the feeling of him buried deep.
“You will be free, my wife,” he murmurs as I start to ride him again, this time with his cock grinding inside me. It feels ten times better, and when he spanks my ass, the pleasure rockets deep into my bones. “Maybe it’s not the freedom you always envisioned, but you will have more than you could imagine.”
“Hard to believe when I can’t even leave the house.”
“Temporary. It’s only temporary. I’m giving you access to family… to wealth… to power. You don’t know the half of it out here. But back in Boston, you’ll be royalty.”
I moan as I grind against him faster. “I don’t live in Boston.”
He doesn’t answer.
Only thrusts into me, and the conversation’s lost to fucking, to sweat dripping down his muscular torso, to his incredible hands, his arms flexing and his chest muscles tightening as he thrusts into me, those beautiful lips pressed together in pure bliss, until I come for a second time.
He doesn’t hold back then-just keeps fucking me, over and over, until he comes too, filling me up to the brim.