Chapter Five
Macie
We have been lying in bed naked all day, watching. It is absolutely amazing to see Wilder so relaxed. His mood is stable, and he seems to be genuinely happy. I know he will have good and bad moments, but I will be here for him all the same. We took a moment before we ate dinner to call our parents and tell them that we got married on paper, but promised to have an actual wedding when things calmed down. Wilder also took the time to fully explain things to his parents. He was afraid they would judge him, but they were so supportive. I had never seen his father cry, but sitting on that video call, I could hear the pain in his voice when he said he would do anything to take Wilder’s pain away, but thanked me for being so supportive.
I scoot down in the bed to lie before rolling to my belly to reach off the bed and into my bag to grab my charger. After a second, Wilder pulls the blanket off me and pulls my legs out so that I am laid across the bed. “What are you doing?” I ask, laughing.
“Taking what’s mine,” he says simply, pulling me up to my knees with my chest on the bed. “Go on. Get it out of the bag. I know you saw it.”
“You’re going to split me in half,” I whine and pull his bag closer. I rummage around until I find the bottle of lube and the rose toy. Wilder pulls me back so I can get comfortable. He takes the items and starts rubbing my clit. “Mmmm. That feels nice.”
“I’m going to place this toy and position you. Do not move. Understand?”
“Yes,” I say softly.
Wilder places pillows under my hips so my ass is up in the air, but I can completely relax while still being up on my knees. He presses the rose against my clit before putting my legs together. I move up to my elbows with my head dropped.
I hear the bottle of lube and I realize he is going right for it. “Oh hell. No prep?”
“No ma’am. The toy is to keep you relaxed. Lube is so I don’t hurt you. You say you enjoy pain and when I violently fuck you, so I am giving you all of that,” he says. “Pick a safe word.”
“Apple.”
“Good. If you are truly done, say your word. Otherwise, I am not stopping. Say whatever you want because pain will bring out a lot of emotion. Beg me to stop, go harder, or whatever you think of, but I am not stopping unless you say apple. Are you okay with that?”
“I am okay with that,” I confirm. “Wilder?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Fuck me like I don’t want it,” I say, almost timidly.
“You bet,” he says. He leans forward and kisses my back before reaching between my legs to turn the toy on. Each click of the button makes it strong and stronger until I can’t contain my moan any longer.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Don’t move, Macie,” he says with a warning in his tone. I grunt when he pushes two lubed fingers in my ass. When he pulls out, he grabs my hips and waits. The sucking and vibrating have me moaning wildly, wiggling in place. Just as my orgasm is about to break, Wilder start to fill my ass. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Oh fuck. Oh… Fuck!”
The orgasm that he forces out of me is earth shattering. Before the high starts to fade, he is pounding into me hard and fast. “Fuck,” he growls as he pushes deeper. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
“Oh, God. I can’t. fuck. Too hard. Oh, my God!” I protest, but then I immediately come again. It is a constant feeling, and I never want it to end. Every time he is inside of me, I think that things can’t possibly get any better, but then they do.
“Take my cock, Macie. Such a filthy fucking whore. Scream for me,” he commands.
“More,” I choke out. “Please, God. More.”
“More what?” he asks, smacking my ass.
“Pain. Please, Wilder,” I whimper.
He yanks the pillows out from under me and takes the toy away before shoving me down, but has me up on my knees just enough that he can spread my legs far apart to kneel between them. He shoves back into my ass and there are no toys to mask the pain of how he stretches me. With it is an intense pleasure that grows with every brutal thrust. I whimper in pain every time he slams into me, forcing the full length of his cock inside my ass.
Tears as steadily falling, but this is the most at peace I have ever been. My phone goes off yet again, and he slows his pace until he is buried inside of me, but not moving.
“Answer it,” he says.
“What? No,” I whine.
“Now, Macie. Answer the phone.”
“Fine,” I grumble and grab my phone. He takes it and answers on speaker before laying my phone in front of me.
“Hello,” I choke out.
“Hey,” Arden says happily. “You sound stressed.”
“I am very stressed. Oh, fuck!” I cry out when he starts moving, slowly fucking me.
“Uh oh… What’s going on?” she asks.
“I can’t tell you,” I whine.
“Come on. Tell me,” she laughs.
“Your brother. He’s… Oh, dear God,” I moan. “He made me answer.”
“Is Wilder fucking you?” she asks, laughing.
“He’s in my ass, Arden,” I whine.
“You called six times, Arden. What do you need?” Wilder asks.
“Tina is in jail,” she says.
“What?” he asks, stopping, but staying deep.
“Mhmm. New York Police arrested her at the airport when she landed. Have you not been on social media?”
“No. We’ve been lying in bed,” I say. “
“Dude, it’s wild. There are obviously some that think men can’t be raped, but the vast majority of people are sympathizing. There is a whole fucking movement of men coming out and talking about times they were raped. She was arrested on live television for first degree aggravated rape, second degree rape for every single video I gave them when a detective called earlier, and sodomy. I filed for a restraining order and a judge signed it in less than an hour. She will spend a long time in jail.”
“Oh my God,” Wilder says. “You mean…”
“It’s over, Wilder. The bitch is in jail. Bail was denied, and the detective says that she plans to plead guilty to avoid a life sentence. Her old boss came forward with very similar allegations, so there is an investigation for that too.”
“That’s incredible,” I say. “So, what now? Does he have to go to court?”
“Not unless it goes to trial,” she says. “Get back to fucking. Call me before your plane takes off.”
“Love you, Arden. Thank you,” Wilder says.
“Love you too, buddy. Make her come for me,” Arden giggles.
“Creep,” I laugh and end the call.
Wilder pushes me flat and wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes just hard enough that the world spins, but I can still breathe. When he starts to fuck me again, it’s like he is letting go of all his pain and suffering. He slams into me so devastatingly hard that he ends up covering my mouth instead to keep my screams muffled. I cover his hand with mine to let him know I am okay as he quickens his pace.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he groans. “Fuck, you take me so good.”
And this is the moment that praise trumps degradation. He pinches my nose closed as a powerful orgasm rips through me, shredding my soul. When he lets me breathe, my brain instantly disconnects as the pleasure overwhelms me.
The next thing I know, I am waking up to Wilder gently stroking my hair. We are on our sides, facing one another. The room is dimly lit, and he has a smile on his face.
“Hey,” he says softly.
“You are… amazing,” I say.
“So are you.” He smiles again before kissing me. “You passed out.”
“You fuck like a sadist,” I counter.
“True. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Enjoy? Baby, I think you fucked my soul out of my body,” I say. “That was incredible.”
“Good. It’s important to me that you enjoy things too,” he tells me. “I’m glad things with Tina are finally over. I feel so much lighter.”
“I’m glad!”
“Thank you, Macie. I don’t know if I would have ever had the courage or strength to pull myself out of that,” he says sincerely. “You saved me.”
“No, I…”
“Macie, you saved me. You stepped in and did what needed to be done when you saw that I couldn’t. You protected me and I am not ashamed anymore to admit that I needed help. I needed you, and you saved me.”
“I love you… so much,” I sniffle.
“Oh, don’t do that,” he chuckles and pulls me to his chest. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Macie. I am so fucking in love with you. Every day, you remind me that I am meant for greater things.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” I say. Wilder lifts my chin and wipes away my tears before gently kissing me.
“I spent so long feeling like I was losing myself, like every piece of me was being taken until there was nothing left. But you… you’re the first person to give me something back. To make me whole again. Trusting you, loving you… it doesn’t feel like a risk. It doesn’t feel like too much. It feels right. It feels like the one piece that isn’t a piece too far."