Chapter Thirty-Seven
Axton
S he walked toward me from the bar with two drinks with umbrellas in her hand, wearing the tiniest little blue bikini. I was shocked to see her in it before we left our room.
I never saw a person grow into themselves as quickly as my wife. She went from being a terrified young lady who was held captive from the world her entire life, to a woman who was confident, eager to achieve her goals, and the most loving and loyal human on the planet. I was so damn proud of her.
We were in Ibiza, Spain to celebrate our marriage. It was the perfect choice for a honeymoon. The views were gorgeous, the food was amazing, and the nightlife was perfect. We were at the inside pool, it was a bit too chilly outside yet, but we didn’t mind. Belle wanted to swim, which she had no clue how, but I gave her a few lessons.
She sat on the sun chair, between my legs and turned her head to look up at me. “Please?”
I groaned. “Belle, I don’t think you would last five minutes. It’s not something I desire anymore, and I don’t think you’ll like it.”
“Please?” She batted her eyelashes up at me.
I held her left hand up. “See this shiny thing?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t ever want to share you.” I kissed her cheek.
“I don’t want to be shared, I just want to watch. Please, Michael?” She begged again.
Two hours later, I stood in the suite looking out the window regretting my past. I lived a certain lifestyle far too long and I didn’t want it to spill over to my marriage. But, I would have been a hypocrite if I didn’t give in and let her take a glimpse into my past. I was taking the last drink of my whiskey when I heard her shut the bedroom door.
“I’m ready.”
I turned and almost dropped my glass. She was packing her clutch as my eyes took in yet another one of Belle’s surprises. She was wearing a midnight blue dress with spaghetti straps and sequence. The top swooped down to show cleavage and it was short…very short. “Where the hell did you get that?”
She was all smiles when she looked at me. “Do you like it?” She turned around and showed me the back, which barely existed. “Morgan sent my photo to her stylist, and she sent me several pieces to wear here in Spain.”
I swallowed hard then ran my hand down my face as I soaked in the view. “A dress like that could get me thrown in prison.”
Her eyes grew. “What?”
“Belle, I don’t think you understand how gorgeous you are, my God, men are going to want to be all over you, despite the wedding ring. They won’t give a fuck that I’m your husband.”
She gave me a sly grin. “Then let’s go make them jealous.” She winked then walked to the door.
I groaned, knowing I was going to hate every moment of our night. I followed Belle like a lost puppy to the elevator. I wasn’t sure I liked that part of her curiosity. Belle wanted to see other people have sex. Mother fuck… Her curiosity was endless, where my only curiosity was under that dress.
“You’re going to freeze.” I put my suit jacket over her shoulders.
“You just want to cover me up.”
She was right and my protectiveness of her only grew with time. When we first got together I was turned on with the idea of exploring with her, but having her, she was mine. I had no desire to see another woman or allow another man to lay his eyes on her amazing body. Yes, I had a tantrum in the cab, and yes she rolled her eyes at me. Where the hell did all my dominance go? Who was I kidding? I was becoming the damn submissive, fucking hell I liked how she took charge. Dammit!
When we arrived, my wife didn’t just let me hand over my credit card, that woman asked for a fucking upgrade! With my credit card! Instead of enjoying the dance club and letting her see bits and pieces, she bought an entire night in the fucking grotto. No, it wasn’t good for three or four hours. Oh no, she had to go for checkout at noon the next day.
“You’re not going to like this.” I warned her.
She took my hand as we followed our escort to our room for the night. He opened the door to our room, and I watched Belle’s eyes as they darted from the left, to the right, then grow big as they looked forward. “Oh.”
“I told you.”
She reached into my back pocket and pulled out my billfold. “Have a nice evening.”
My jaw dropped. “Belle!” Dammit why couldn’t I have been mad?
She pecked my lips. “You said money is no object.” She took my hand and ran it up her thigh.
I gulped. “I was pointing at the menu last night. I meant dinner.” I shut my eyes then they sprang open when I realized there were no panties. “Mrs. Axton!”
She pecked my lips. “Let’s go to the club for a bit.”
She glanced at the open wall of glass that faced the grotto, blushed then turned to walk out the door.
Thankfully, she held my hand as we walked through the sea of dancing people. The music was loud, the lights flashing were bright, and I stared down every man that dared look at my wife. We took a seat at our very expensive designated balcony that gave us both the view of the club downstairs and a different and less private view of the grotto.
She sat on my lap and watched some dude fucking a woman up against the stone wall of the grotto. “He has a cute butt, but I can’t see anything else.”
“Cute butt?”
She leaned back and kissed my cheek. “You have a gorgeous butt, his is just cute because he has dimples.”
Really? Cute? Dimples? I had the most innocent woman on earth at a fucking couples only club and resort, and she said words like cute?
“Do you think he loves her?” She asked.
A sly smirk rose on my face when I whispered in her ear. “He loves her pussy, and that’s all he loves. Most likely that’s not his wife or girlfriend. He came here to fuck a stranger, while the real woman he cares for is doing the same thing with someone else.”
Two more men swam up and walked out of the water.
“Wait. What?” She tilted her head as she watched one man say something and the man that was just doing the woman nodded. I was waiting for Belle to realize what was happening and holding back my amusement. She leaned forward like she was curious as one man walked behind him, and she tilted her head. “What is he doing?”
I didn’t answer, just let it all play out. Suddenly she jumped back when they turned to a better angle, and she could see where the one man’s hand was, and she gasped. “What is he doing to him?” She winced.
“He’s fingering his ass, Belle.”
She quickly turned her entire body, and her eyes were squeezed shut. “Please tell me you didn’t let other boys play with your butt.” She begged and I burst out in laughter. “Maybe I don’t want to know.” She refused to turn back around and look, or open her eyes to look at me.
“No Belle, I never let guys play in my butt.” I almost pissed myself by her reaction.
I looked down at the grotto and saw more people join the room. “Belle, look, there’s two women.”
She still had her eyes squeezed shut. “Do I want to see? I want to see, but I don’t want to see. Damn my curiosity.” She opened one eye then slowly turned around. “That’s not that bad, but why does the guy that was once playing in the other guy’s butt now have his hands on the other man’s shoulders? What’s he…?” She quickly turned again. “I need vanilla!” She shrieked and I laughed.
“Belle, you just put seven thousand dollars on my credit card, and now you want vanilla? It’s non-refundable by the way, and I’m no Alistair Creed.”
She winced when she looked at me. “Is that a lot?”
“It’s more than our vanilla resort cost for the entire week.”
She winced again. “I paid that much?”
“You signed the receipt, Belle.” I reminded her.
“I’m sorry, I’ll pay better attention next time.” She batted her eyelashes at me.
“You sure as shit better.” I chuckled. “You’re lucky though, I have the map in my back pocket. Maybe there’s something else here you’d like so we can get our money’s worth.”
“The map?” She asked.
“Yes, of the resort, Belle.”
I nudged her to stand and held her in front of me as I guided her back to our room, feeling protective as hell since men noticed and wanted to fuck the holy living hell out of my wife. As soon as we stepped in the room, she held her hand over her heart. “Thank God we escaped, right?”
I raised a brow at her. Seven grand, I reminded myself. It was the most expensive club in Europe that was open to the public. I glared at her as I pulled out the map then spread it out on the bed.
“I’ll let you choose.” She said and I again raised a brow.
“You could have listened to me when I warned you that you wouldn’t like it.” I didn’t even like it anymore.
She bit her bottom lip, and dammit to hell if she wasn’t already learning how to manipulate me. Who in the hell could ever be mad at that face? “I’ll look for something more vanilla for the princess.” I wasn’t amused. “I only did this to satisfy your curiosity, so maybe we should hit all the rooms.” I studied the map. “Seven grand we better make the best of it.”
She didn’t reply so I looked up at her and she was pointing at the one wall we had in our room. My eyes followed and I saw a condom dispenser. “Look, free condoms.” She said.
I bit my cheek. First of all, she wouldn’t let me use condoms. Second of all, I bought those fucking condoms! “Yes, so very kind and responsible of them.” I growled as I looked away from her to study the map.
“Oh.” She said.
“If you don’t want to see it, shut the curtains.” I didn’t look up from the map.
“Let’s see, E4. That might be an option.” I traced my finger over the map and heard the curtain, but I never heard it shut. “We can probably do the lights out club. It’s for audio stimulation. You hear couples but not see them and they can’t see us.”
“Shush!”
I looked up and almost fell to the floor laughing. She was hiding behind a curtain, swatting in my direction as she watched something. “They can’t see you, Belle. The switch is turned on, so we can see out, but they can’t see in. Flip the switch on the wall and they can see us.”
My eyes looked out the window and again, I almost hit the floor. She was watching a woman give a man head, but that wasn’t just any woman, it was fucking Faye. “She’s so pretty.” Belle said.
I cleared my throat. “Belle, we should probably shut that curtain.” How the fuck did Faye end up on our honeymoon?
“Look, it’s so beautiful.” She watched as the man climbed on top of Faye. I walked closer to shut the damn curtain, but then I saw the man’s face.
“Steven?” My voice screeched.
“You know him?” She asked and I quickly turned away.
“Belle, please shut that curtain.”
“Oh look, there’s another couple joining them. That woman is stunning.”
I was cringing. Not because I was bothered by seeing Faye with her fiancé, but because Belle was watching them. “Belle, I need you to let me shut that curtain.”
I walked backward toward her.
“Why? This is what I wanted to see.”
“Belle, that’s Faye.” I growled and she gasped. Suddenly, I heard the curtain shut.
“Why?” She raised her voice.
“I don’t know why, but she’s with her fiancé.”
“You know him?”
“I’ve seen photos.” Damn, Faye must have done it. She opened up to him and he went with her? That was actually really good news for Faye, not so much for me.
I turned and Belle had her arms crossed, glaring at me. She was the last person that needed to be near our honeymoon. “Hey, you knew my past.” I defended myself.
“How is she here?”
“Oh shit.” I canceled our trip and that was supposed to happen that week. She rebooked a different trip because she already had the time off work scheduled.
“It’s a small world, Belle.”
“There’s eight billion people on earth.” She said.
“And only a very small fraction visit these resorts. I’m happy for her, she gets to enjoy her lifestyle with the man she’s marrying. That’s not my fault.” I argued.
She walked over and looked out the curtain then looked at me. “She looks happy.”
“I’m happy, it’s not fair not to wish that for her.” I said.
She looked out the window again then back at me. “You said audio?”
I nodded and she walked over and wrapped herself up in my arms. “What else could we do?”
“Let’s look at the map and see.”
An hour later, we were in a very quiet and large area, where we were escorted to our sofa. Belle sat next to me as a waiter went to get our drinks. It was a no touch couple’s lounge. You could only touch yourself or your partner.
Belle
I sipped my fruity mixed drink as I sat next to my husband. My eyes were locked on her as she kissed her own husband, but stared at mine. I looked to my left and saw a woman on her knees as her husband made love to her from behind. Her eyes were also on my husband.
I looked to my right and a woman was on her husband’s lap and he was lifting her up and down, but she was biting her bottom lip as she winked at me then nodded her head toward my husband.
Nope! I reached next to me and pulled Michael up to his feet. “I’m done.” I pulled him out of that room then looked at the woman who winked at me and stuck my tongue out at her before we walked through the door.
Michael was laughing, in the hall, but I stopped and placed my hands between his legs. He laughed even harder when he saw my face, he wasn’t hard. “I thought you liked watching.”
He was laughing as he leaned in. “None of them are you.”
I felt him grow hard in my hand. “This was an expensive lesson to learn, Mrs. Axton.”
“But…but…” I had no defense.
He laughed again, but ran the outside of his hand down my face. “You are everything I’ll ever need, Belle.” He stopped laughing and studied my eyes. “Were you trying to prove something by coming here?”
I groaned. “No, I thought I’d like it. Dammit!”
He laughed again. “Wanna go back to our room, or hit the safe part of the club and have some drinks?”
I groaned. “No, I want to do this one time.”
He rolled his eyes. “Belle.”
“Follow me.” I saw a sign earlier for a room that said something about voyeurism. It was his fault, he knew I wanted to share our art with someone just one time. We walked up to the desk in front of the doors. I handed the mam my keycard. There was a very short menu, and we only had two options. “Male with video please.”
“We have a guest already waiting.” He escorted us inside.
“What the hell is this?” Michael asked.
“Wait and see.” I pulled him along as the escort opened the door.
“He’s been very patient.” The escort said then held the door open for us. I guessed those people just sat and waited. The lights were dim and there was a bed in the middle of the room.
“Make yourselves comfortable.” The male voice spoke with a heavy Spanish accent from a very dark corner of the room. I had to do it, because it was a fantasy in my dreams before I understood what it was, but Michael confirmed it on our first wedding night. He must have understood because he pulled me into him and ran his finger down my cheek.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked and I nodded up at him.
“I want to make art.” I whispered. “This is the part of me I had to hide in the dark.”
“We can do this one time, but this isn’t something I want in our marriage from this day forward.” He warned me. “Can you live with that?”
I nodded up at him.
“I will not come inside you in this place.” He warned me.
“Why?” I studied his eyes.
“Because I don’t want to conceive a child in this room. Would you please let me wear a condom?”
“But they said in pre-cana…” He placed a finger over my lips.
“I never said I was a good Catholic.” He lowered his head and kissed me. I squeezed my knees together because it only took one kiss from him to make me ache for him. He lifted his head then took a step back, his eyes locked with mine as he unbuttoned his shirt, then threw it down on the floor as he kicked off his shoes. I watched as my husband gave me a show of my own, and it was the best show on earth. I bit my bottom lip as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. Before long, even his socks were missing and all he was wearing were the tattoos I loved so much. He stepped toward me and hooked his fingers in the spaghetti strap of my dress, slowly letting his fingers gently run down my arms, before my dress fell around my feet. I heard a loud sharp breath come from the corner of the room.
Michael kissed me again, then brushed his lips across my cheek. “I want you on your knees.” He whispered.
I smiled, then trailed kisses down his neck, over his chest, then down his stomach. It wasn’t just Michael that hissed when I swirled my tongue around his tip, I could feel the man’s eyes on me, and my body began to heat up. My lips wrapped around his hardness then I began sucking him.
I felt a hand behind my head. “Do you want to meet the man I was before you became my wife?” Michael asked and I moaned as I nodded my head. His grip on my head became stronger and he shoved himself deep into my throat. I gagged but he didn’t let up. He was thrusting his hips hard and I could feel myself grow wetter as tears formed in my eyes. “Look up at me.” Michael ordered and I did just that, as he controlled every thrust that became harder and deeper. He didn’t stop to my gags or the tears in my eyes, but I loved it.
I heard a zipper unzip and heavy breathing in the corner. Suddenly, Michael pulled me up to my feet and we flew across the room until my back hit the wall. My leg was thrown up and the man to my right was moaning just a little as Michael slowly pushed inside me.
“Jesus fuck, she’s so tight you barely fit.” The man commented.
Michael’s thrusts started off slow, the pain hurt so good. He was stretching me, maybe even tearing me because he didn’t prepare me. “More.” I begged and Michael picked up his pace as his head rested against mine.
“Harder.” The man grunted as I could hear each stroke he gave himself.
Michael pulled out and reached into the dispenser and let go of my leg to put the condom on. The hunger in his eyes as he kept them locked with mine drove me nearly insane. I looked down and watched as he rolled the condom on himself. He then took both my hands and walked me over to the bed, where he sat and pulled me down to straddle him. His lips trailed across my cheek then he whispered. “Are you okay? We can stop.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
He pulled his head back then ran the outside of his fingers down my cheek as he studied my eyes. “You’ve never been on top, so I’m going to be deeper inside you.”
I gave him a nod then he nudged me to lift up as he lined himself up to my entrance. I slowly lowered myself, welcoming the pain.
The man said something in Spanish then said it in English. “You like the way he hurts you, don’t you?”
I went to look but Michael grabbed my face and made me look at him. “Do not engage with him.” He warned me. “Eyes on mine at all times.” He growled.
I did as he said, while his hands gripped on to my waist and helped me slowly rise and fall, a little deeper each time. I shut my eyes and soaked in the feeling of Michael being so deep inside me. He kept guiding me to rise and fall then rock my hips then rise and fall again. Our eyes were locked the entire time as he slowly helped me pick up my pace. "My God, Belle.”
I heard movement in the corner, maybe clothes, then saw movement in the corner of my eye. The man showed himself and when I looked at him, Michael slapped my ass. “Look at me!”
The man was handsome and young, I imagined older, but he was nude and had his hardness in his hand. He ended up behind me, and I felt myself become wetter. Michael kissed my lips, moved my hips back and forth faster and his deepness along with how full I felt drove me closer and closer to the edge. Then Michael laid back and he felt even deeper. He was biting his lip as his eyes went from mine to where we were joined then back up to mine.
“I need to touch her.” The man was breathing hard, and I could hear moans, and he was stroking himself. He must have been using something because I could hear wetness. “Please let me touch her. She’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful. She’s so damn tight, I can see what it does to your cock.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Michael snapped at the man. Michael pulled me down and dug his fingers into my hips as he began to thrust from under me. Faster and harder until he was no longer thrusting but pounding into me. I felt it start, and Michael began grunting.
“Holy fuck, she’s coming!” The man cried out. By that time, I was crying Michael’s name as my entire body was vibrating and my toes were curling. The man behind us ended up in front of me and Michael’s head was buried in my chest. I watched as the man released his own orgasm and I started coming again.
“I’m coming, Belle!” Michael wrapped his arms around me and paused deep inside me. I felt his stomach muscles contract then he thrust one more time and held me there. I kissed the top of Michaels head as his body began to relax. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He was not happy.
The man disappeared through a door as we got dressed. Michael wasn’t patient when he grabbed my hand and led me out the door. “Are you mad at me?” I ran to keep up, but he stopped and quickly backed me into a wall.
“You are my wife, Belle. Your body is mine, and mine is yours. I fucking hated every moment of that because I should be the only man to see your body, listen to your moans, and experience your orgasms. You are my whole world, and no, I’m not pissed at you. I’m pissed because I got into it.”
I smiled up at him. “You liked it?”
“I didn’t say I fucking liked it. I got into it, meaning I felt like my old self in there a few times, and I don’t like who I was before you. For the first time in my life, I feel comfortable in my own skin, because of you. I am not on some quest to fulfill a need I can’t identify. I feel complete, and those few times I felt like my old self, I felt empty again. I craved the excitement, loved having something so perfect and letting another man watch what he could never have, because you belong to me. I love you so damn much, Belle. Please tell me you’re satisfied, and we can leave this place?”
“I don’t regret it, but I wouldn’t do it again.” He kissed me, told me he loved me, then we left that resort and went back to our own.
Axton
After arriving back to the suite at our designated resort, we had a little chat. She explained she had strange dreams she never really understood. She wasn’t exposed to much about sex, so she didn’t understand them. She kept her distance from the other students in college per the agreement she made with her father. There were things brought up in class about human sexuality, but she didn’t have enough of a basic understanding about sex to comprehend the conversations between her fellow students and her professors. I understood she wanted to explore the “sinful” curiosities she had and assured me it wasn’t something she cared to explore again. Her curiosities had been satisfied. I hoped she meant it, because I was beyond satisfied with the passion Belle and I shared. I had zero desire to explore anything found outside our bedroom.
After our talk we cleansed the both of us of the night. I made love to her in the shower, then again in the bed before falling asleep. I woke to plump soft lips trailing down my neck. “What are you up to, Mrs. Axton?”
She giggled. “I’m hungry.”
I chuckled. “We can call down and order breakfast.” She slid on top of me, and I smiled against her lips, morning breath and all.
“I’m not that kind of hungry.” Her tongue dove between my lips just as she slowly took me inside her. I woke up a monster on our wedding night, and I loved it. Her soft wet walls clamped down on me as she slowly slid me inside her. I took a sharp breath, because fuck, I’d never get used to her tightness.
“God yes.” She whispered against my lips.
“Jesus, I can’t get over how you feel.” I whispered.
She sat up and I smiled as I looked up at her and saw that hungry look in her eyes. I loved it when she tilted her head then closed her eyes as her body slowly rose and fell. My hand ran from her thigh to her breast and gave one a squeeze as she began rocking her hips. My hand left her breast and ran up her neck then cupped her head as she slowly adjusted to me once again. “Always so beautiful and perfect.” I reminded her. My hand traveled back down to her neck where it wrapped around her throat. My other hand grabbed on to her hip and started guiding her to move faster. I couldn’t catch my breath because she kept taking it away again and again as I could see the pleasure in her eyes as she locked eyes with mine. I squeezed her throat a little tighter just to test her boundaries, but all she did was smile. I guided her to move faster and faster and the look in her eyes became more serious, and she was begging me for more and more and more. “Fucking come.” I ordered as I grasped her throat just a little tighter. That was when she clamped around me so tight I almost lost it too soon. She made it so fucking hard for me not to come just by witnessing her experience an orgasm. My hand guided her faster and faster as I thrust up against her, and her body exploded. Those delicate hands on my chest shook as they dug their nails into my skin, and I prayed to let me last longer. Let me survive her incredible orgasm that was having a physical and emotional effect on me. Jesus Christ, she was my wife. The love of my life and she felt so fucking good as she rode my cock so hard it was my whimpers that joined her cries of pleasure.
“Jesus Christ, Belle! Fuck!” She was more than even I could handle at times. The moment she came down, I flipped her onto her back and sat up with my knees at both sides of her and began pounding inside her relentlessly. There was no holding back, I lost it, all my restraint. With one hand on her throat and the other grabbed on to the headboard, I tore her up. Her face was red, her lips turned up, and her breasts bouncing with heart single hard thrust I could give her. It started to feel like she was sucking me back inside her again, and I knew we were about to come together.
“I’m going to come so fucking deep inside you!” I warned her.
“Yes!” She cried out.
Her nails dug into my ass as I pounded us through our orgasms. My stomach contracted with each shot of my come I pumped inside her, then held myself deep inside her as I let go of the headboard to kiss her.