Chapter 41
“You like this? Do you like it when I treat you like this? Take it out on you? Get what I want and leave you wanting more? Why should I even let you cum again?”
I found myself pinned over the sofa arm, holding on for dear life as Rick took me from behind. I assumed being in such a compromising position would feel demoralising, but that wasn’t Rick’s intent. This was a fantasy. We were playing in this world we’d created—a cocoon of sexual debauchery.
Rick gave me nothing but pleasure since the day we wed. He was patient and loving, but I also liked him being rough. I lived for him to spank me and call me dirty names.I felt like I couldn’t help but want more of it. I understood why people talked about sex so much—why the world was obsessed. It was addictive. I wanted him to have me every which way.
“Please. I’ve been good,” I pleaded.
He picked up speed, reaching around to play with my clit. God, it felt amazing!
“You’ve been acting like a little slut all morning.”
“How?” I gasped, feeling myself getting close. “I’ve been such a good girl.”
“You were in that nightgown at breakfast. I couldn’t stop staring at your tits. You knew what you were doing.”
I had known. Of course, he’d also had me the night before and that morning. We were now supposed to go shopping in Paris, but he was distracting me like this. We’d had sex on every useful surface of both the hotel rooms we’d inhabited. My favourite, to date, was when he threw me on a kitchen island and went down on me. It was unexpected and altogether satisfying. The way he gave in and made me cum was so sexy.
I came now—screaming his name and falling limp. He pumped away harder. I heard his body slapping against mine. It was raw, dirty, and felt so good. Rick gripped my hips and thrust one last time, hard. I nearly fell over the sofa completely—hanging on by a thread.
He slapped my ass hard. “That will teach you! Go clean up the mess you made, dirty girl.”
He tossed me a pair of his pants. I loathed this part. Somehow, I missed all these tidbits in dirty books. Everything couldn’t fit in a novel. There was little to be said about the sexiness of post-coital cleanup. The idea of him being inside me and leaving a mark still had an appeal. I liked the feeling of him somehow being my one and only.
“Have you ever cum on someone’s ass?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yes. A lot.”
“Is that good?”
“Do you want me to?” Rick, asked, surprised. “Because I would.”
“Would you like to mark your territory, then? Own me a bit?”
“Alexandra, you are so bad,” he kissed me. “Fuck. What has happened to you?”
“I fell for the rake. Good girl gone bad,” I said. “No, it could be hot. I want you to do almost everything to me.”
“You like being my plaything?”
I nodded.
“I like this side of you. You’re exhausting.”
“You love that I’m exhausting. You love that I let you take control.”
“I do.”
“Now, take me shopping. I want to buy dresses that will make Celeste lose her mind.”
“What about me? Will they make me lose my mind?”
“Maybe. If you want them to. What does it for you?”
“You in a dress is good, but I honestly like you dressed down. Whenever you put on those little shorts to lounge around, that does it for me.”
“What? Why?”
“You have a great ass. I love staring at it. So help me!”
He pulled me close and kissed me. I never wanted this time to end. In three days, we would return to Neandia. Our beautiful three weeks of togetherness would end while the unresolved situation with my grandmother loomed large
“God, I love you,” Rick sighed, pulling away. “You are spectacular. I am grateful you forgave me every day.”
It was undeniably sweet of him. The more shades of Rick I saw, the more I fell for him.
“I am glad I did, too. I would miss out on this, otherwise. We’re like really, really married now.”
“Really, really, yes.” He let out a long sigh. “I want to do this every day. I want to learn to love you properly and make you happy. I want to be dutiful.”
“You are,” I said. “Very dutiful. A good boy, despite what you might want to think. The girls are happy to have you around. Now, they might be prickly as they realise we’re sort of building our own thing out.”
“It will be an adjustment. I selfishly want you all to myself, but you need to spend time with them, baby.”
He played with my hair. I held his hand on my cheek, turning to kiss his palm. He leaned in to kiss me again. It made my knees weak. I struggled to fight the urge to start over. Instead, I played with the buckle on his belt.
“Lex, you are insatiable.”
“You would deny me?” I asked.
“No, not really,” Rick answered. “We’ll see how well I can manage this so soon.”
He popped me onto the island of the kitchen in our suite again and pulled me to the edge. He was hard, thrusting inside of me. I gasped and bit his lip. I held onto the counter for dear life as he went hard and fast, wrapping my legs around him tighter. Rick sent me into orbit, hitting every spot just right. I came, screaming his name.
“You do like that don’t you?” He chuckled.
“You like watching.”
“Oh, I do.”
I kissed him again.
“I think you finally drained me,” Rick said. “I don’t think I will cum again.”
“Oh, boo. I feel bad.”
“Are you satisfied?”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed.
“Then I am, too.”
I smiled again, pleased with myself. I loved him. I lusted after him. It was the best of both worlds. I was lucky that the person I was forced into this with was as good at caring for me as Rick. While I had my doubts and worried I’d never trust him again, he turned it around.