Three.
Ethan
“Ashlee, I hope you feel better soon,” my dad said at the front door.
“Thank you for everything,” she said softly.
“You're family now. We look after our family.”
“I’m sorry your wedding ended that way,” my mum said, her eyes locking onto mine. “I hope you’ve rescheduled your honeymoon.”
“We have,” I replied, a sly smile curling my lips.
Last night, I had changed our plans once more, arranging a surprise getaway for my wife at the end of the week. After witnessing my dad’s brutal interrogation of a hostage, I knew it was best to leave the country while he handled the chaos. Although my wife wasn’t a target, I was, and Dmitry was out for my blood. Mags and Ashlee were in no state to face this storm, so escaping the heat would be a welcome respite.
Our bags were already packed and stashed in the car, the same one meant for our escape the other night. They’d stay hidden until we left. One of my dad’s loyal men would be driving us. Ashlee wouldn’t miss a few clothes since I’d arranged for almost an entire new wardrobe for our trip.
I led Ashlee towards Mags in his waiting car, opening the back door for her before getting in the front.
Luca and Blake were covering the payment collections for the next few weeks so I didn’t have to worry about that. I'd asked them when we originally planned to be abroad, but Luca said earlier that he was still going to take over until we got back to normal. I was glad. I wanted to look after my wife and enjoy our first few weeks as a married couple.
Ashlee was quiet the entire drive and I didn’t know what she was thinking. I hated not knowing. Mags soon pulled up outside of my house and I got out to open Ashlee's door to help her. She was holding her arm across her chest trying to minimise movement to her injured shoulder.
“I'll see you soon, princess,” Mags said with a smile.
“I hope so.” Ash smiled back.
“Enjoy your time alone with her, pal, because you're not hogging her for long.”
I chuckled. “Will do.”
Despite Mario's plan to bring her two friends over this afternoon, a move that guaranteed he'd linger around as well, I couldn't shake the frustration of our limited time alone. Any chance to consummate our marriage was still off the table regardless. She was too sore, and I had no intention of causing her any more pain. As I’d once said to her, sex was a luxury. What mattered more was having her in my life, now more than ever as my wife. But the longing, the unfulfilled desire, simmered beneath the surface, a constant reminder of the promise I’d made.
I followed Ashlee straight to the sitting room to see Luna, watching her as she crouched down to stroke the black ball of fluff.
“Hello my baby,” she cooed. “Did you miss me?”
Meow.
“Yeah?”
I chuckled. I had competition but I loved how happy she made my wife.
My wife.
No, I needed time alone with her before Mario turned up. We hadn't had any since exchanging vows.
“Did anyone feed her while I was...you know?”
“Mario popped in,” I replied. “Go and get sorted and I'll do her some breakfast.”
“I need a shower,” she mumbled. “But this bandage...”
“I’ll help you and then we can replace it. Go upstairs and wait for me.”
“Bossy,” she muttered while rolling her eyes.
“Ashlee, we'll have none of that attitude.” I raised an eyebrow. “Just because you're now my wife doesn't mean that I won't put you over my knee.”
She stood and faced me. “You won't.”
Oh, her audacity to think that. “And why would you think that?”
“Because I'm hurt.” She smirked.
I closed the gap in three strides, wrapping my hand around her throat with enough force to make her gasp. “You won't be injured for long, sweetheart, and as soon as you're better, I'm giving you a good hard spanking. Someone seems to have forgotten their place and we can't be having that,” I said in a low tone.
Her lips parted but nothing came out.
“I love you, baby, but I will not take any attitude. Do not disrespect me.”
She tried nodding.
“Answer me.” I loosened my grip slightly so she could speak more comfortably.
“Yes, sorry,” she mumbled.
“Good girl.” I pressed my lips to hers hard. “Now go upstairs and wait for me while I feed Luna.”
I watched her leave before looking at the black kitten. “Let’s get you some food.” My tone changed into something unfamiliar. Why did everyone talk to animals like they were babies? It didn't suit me and yet I couldn't help it.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed a packet, opening it into a bowl with the black ball of fluff barrelling in having smelt the fish.
While Luna was eating, I made my way upstairs to our bedroom, finding Ashlee sitting on the bed waiting. “Come on, sweetheart,” I said, holding my hand out for her. Once she took it, I led her into the bathroom, closing the door before turning to my wife.
I cupped her cheek, gently stroking her skin while gazing into her eyes. They were far more sunken than they'd been on our wedding day, her pain evident in those depths.
“Let’s get you undressed, baby.”
“Shower with me,” she whispered.
I smiled at her shyness. “I was planning to.”
Once I removed her clothes, I slowly pulled the dressing away from her wound. The stitches had stopped the bleeding but it was still pretty red. It'd heal and luckily there was only tissue damage.
After removing my own clothes, I backed Ashlee into the shower stall while keeping my eyes glued to hers. My wife was fucking stunning, even with an injured shoulder. I wanted to devour and worship her. I wanted to sink my cock inside of her perfect sweet pussy.
But I couldn't. Not yet. Not until she was better.
I reached over her to turn the water on, setting it to the right temperature before backing Ashlee beneath it.
“I wish you weren't hurt,” I murmured, slipping my hands around her waist.
“It’s not your fault, Ethan.”
“How isn't it? You got shot because of me. They were aiming for me. How can I not feel guilty about that?”
“But you didn’t pull the trigger. I don’t blame you, and I'd actually rather it be me than you.”
She placed her over on my chest, her finger running across one of my scars. I flinched instinctively, but didn’t break away from her touch. She was my wife which meant my body was hers.
“You've been through enough because of them. You don’t deserve a bullet, and I'd actually take another if it meant you didn’t get hurt again.”
Her words struck me deep into my soul triggering a wave of emotion. I crashed my lips into hers, my tongue forcing its way onto her mouth. It was messy and rough, but I didn’t care.
How could this woman say something like that after everything I'd put her through? How did we ever get to this point?
I wasn't a religious man but I was fucking blessed to have her.
I leaned my forehead against hers. “I don’t deserve you, Ashlee, but you're mine now regardless. I'm never letting you go.”
She held her left hand up, showing me the sparkling diamond rings on her finger, a reminder that she belonged to me now. I held up my own hand showing her the black band on my finger, and then I pressed my palm to hers. After everything that happened, I hadn't actually taken the time to properly admire it. “I love you, Ashlee Prezello.”
She bit her bottom lip which made me groan. It was too tempting.
“Let’s get you washed.” I couldn’t get carried away. She was injured.
I washed her thoroughly before allowing her to rub body wash over me, although she struggled with the limited movement in her shoulder.
It was enough to make my cock excited though. I couldn’t take it anymore. She might not be in any shape for me to fuck her, but I could still worship her in other ways.
I turned the water off and scooped her into my arms gently, carrying her out and over to our bed.
I laid her down gently, not giving a shit about getting the duvet wet, and then kissed her softly, my tongue caressing hers with all the love I felt.
“I need to taste you,” I groaned against her lips. “Need to make my wife come on my tongue.”
It was insane to think that I had never pleasured a woman like this before Ashlee. She was the light in my dark and depraved life. She ignited a part of me which I believed had died when I was fourteen.
One day I'd have to tell her exactly what they did to me and what I went through. Although she’d helped me already, opening up fully might help to free me from the remaining demons which still lived in my soul.
My mouth covered her nipple, sucking it into a peeked bud and drawing a moan from her. That noise was enough to send my cock throbbing.
I moved down and peppered kisses on her stomach, and then moved down again to kiss her thigh. I sucked on her flesh hard enough to mark. I wanted to claim her body as mine.
I pushed her legs wider, opening her up for me to see. “You’re wet for me,” I murmured.
“Always,” she half moaned.
I pinched her pussy lips and pulled them apart so I could see her dripping hole. “I can't wait to sink my cock into you, baby. Soon, once you're not as sore.”
“Please, Ethan,” she begged.
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
I chuckled. “So needy.”
I let go and lowered my face to her, inhaling her sweet scent. Then my tongue flicked out and met her wetness, lapping it up before piercing into her heat.
I groaned and flattened my tongue, licking her length a few times before flicking her clit. Her moans filled the room, her thighs beginning to tremble. I sucked the sensitive bud between my lips and pushed two fingers into her, pumping them knuckle deep.
“Jesus, Ethan,” she cried out.
I sat back continuing to fuck her with my fingers. “Jesus isn't going to save you, baby. Come for your husband.”
I upped the pace of my fingers, bringing my other hand to her clit to rub. I could feel her starting to clamp around me as her orgasm neared, and the moment I curled my fingers, she fell with a loud cry of pleasure.
“Mmm, beautiful.” I crawled over her body keeping my weight off her. “So fucking beautiful.”
I rubbed the head of my cock through her wetness wanting to feel the result of my actions. I didn’t push in though no matter how badly I was throbbing.
“Please, Ethan,” she whimpered.
I chuckled. “Not today, sweetheart.”
I kissed her hard and then sat back again, fisting my cock and stroking myself. I needed some relief. I was still only a man after all. “Watch me, Ashlee.”
She pushed herself up onto her good arm to get a better view of me stroking my shaft. I lifted my palm and spat into it and then squeezed the base before stroking my length again.
I tilted my head back and groaned. I loved to watch others, the thrill almost euphoric to me, but jerking myself off while Ashlee watched was a whole different feeling. It didn't take long for my balls to begin tightening, my orgasm creeping within reach, so close I could almost taste it.
My hand started moving faster, chasing that sweet release. A warmth grew from the base of my spine as my balls pulsed, and I aimed my dick at Ashlee's pussy, shooting my load over her.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I forced every drop of cum out.
I met my wife’s gaze finding her biting her lower lip. She enjoyed the show I’d put on and I was glad because I fucking loved it. I wanted to do this again, but next time maybe she could touch herself at the same time.
I groaned as the image shot through my head. So many possibilities for the future, and I now had forever to explore them.
“Ashlee Prezello, I fucking love you.”
“I love you too,” she said.
I leaned over her and kissed her softly.
“I never knew watching you could be so hot,” she murmured against my lips.
I groaned as my dick twitched. “Fuck, baby, I loved that. Next time you're going to touch yourself at the same time.”
“I look forward to it,” she said.
I growled before devouring her mouth with hunger. I wished we could just stay in bed and play, but unfortunately, Ro would soon be turning up with her friends. With a sigh, I stood and grabbed some tissues to clean her up with. Luckily we'd be having plenty of time alone with Mags soon.