Chapter 12
JESSICA
Exhaustion lines Devin’s face as he helps me out of the taxi near the cable cars of Fira. Perhaps having Santorini as my honeymoon bucket list locale wasn’t the smartest thing ever. With both of us still tired and jetlagged, it’s not as if we’re enjoying anything.
As much as I want to stay in the hotel room, Devin seems bound and determined to take me out and about, showing me everything Greece has to offer.
Granted, it’s certainly better than being cooped up in the hotel room debating whether or not to sleep with my husband.
Even now, my fingers inch down the side of my pants to where my phone lies heavy in my pocket.
He almost discovered my secret longing, the feelings I harbor for my ex, when he so graciously brought me some apple juice. Even though I had done nothing wrong then, I still feel the guilt now. It constricts my ribs with every breath, making my heart hurt with the effort.
Pulling me off to the side, Devin gives me a wide grin. “Ready to enjoy your honeymoon, my newbie submissive? ”
His words cut me to the heart. Here he is thinking about me and us growing together as a couple, and yet I can’t stop thinking about Alec. Is it because things were never really resolved for us? Could it be that being in Greece, the same country as him, is messing with my head?
Mustering up a smile, I let Devin lead me off to the side, away from people and traffic.
The moment we’re enclosed in a small alcove, his scent washes over me, making my head swim.
When he’s close to me like this, I forget all about Alec and the broken promises forced on us by a government who thinks they know better.
Maybe they do know better. Despite the heartache of feeling like I’m betraying Alec, I can’t deny the need to have Devin kiss me, touch me, or do all sorts of filthy things to me. Closing in the gap, I kiss him, allowing myself this moment of weakness.
Arousal floods my system as he presses me against the stone and devours me like a man starving.
Alec rarely kissed me like this. It was more polite pecks or a soft sliding of our lips together before he would pull away.
Moaning against Devin, I thread my fingers through his thick hair and grind against him as need pours over me.
“Perhaps I should cancel dinner and just devour you instead.” His eyes are nearly black as he stares down at me.
His cock presses against my hip, and I can’t help but remember his thick shaft bobbing above me as I opened my mouth to drink up his cum. Was that really just a handful of days ago? It seems longer somehow.
“I- I would love to eat,” I stammer, unsure of what to do.
As much as I want to give myself to him, I find that I’m still stuck somehow. Perhaps he'll have to force me after all. Unbidden, a shiver rakes down my spine, making me quiver at the thought.
“You’re not scared of me, are you?” he teases, pulling back a touch.
“No. Of course I’m not scared. Why would I be scared?” My voice squeaks, betraying the bravado I try to put into place.
“You tell me, my little newbie. Is it because you think I’ll ravage you the moment you spread your thighs for me? Because you know the moment you say yes, I’ll consume you until there is no you or me, only us.”
My throat constricts as my mouth dries. God, but that sounds heavenly. I slide my hand up his abs and over his heart. It beats strong and sure, implacable, like the Alpha hovering above me.
“You begged me to fuck you just the other day,” he growls, his hot breath washing over my skin.
It’s as if cold water douses me, extinguishing the molten need coursing through my veins. “And you said no.” As I say the words, the hurt blossoms again.
I had no clue his rejection had stung me that much, but apparently, it did. He pulls away another fraction, allowing a slight breeze to come between us. It’s a gulf that seems ever expanding.
“Yes, I did. And it was for a good reason. Now, there is nothing preventing us from exploring every inch of each other. Trust me, my little Jessica. I can wait as long as you need me to. You’re worth it.”
He drops his hand to his pocket as my world seems to implode around me. Have I ever been worth it to anyone else? Well, Alec seemed to think I was. When I first told him my idea of waiting, he seemed bothered, but eventually, when I did other things for him, he seemed okay with it.
He waited for me, too. But why do I get the suspicion that it’s far harder for Devin than it ever was for Alec? Shaking my head, I watch as my husband pulls out a small device.
It looks like a rubber teardrop or something. At my puzzled expression, he takes my hand and places it on my palm. Still grinning, he pulls out what looks like a remote and presses a button.
Though nearly silent, it rolls about on my hand with strong, pulsing vibrations. I nearly drop it, but Devin chuckles and rescues it from a concrete death.
“Well? Want to see how long you can hold out?”
“F- for sex? Is this just a way to get me to beg you quicker?”
His eyes flash for a moment as he jerks back his hand. “I will never manipulate you that way. This is all supposed to be in fun. If you’d rather not, we don’t have to.”
Again, that frisson of guilt slams into me as I wrap my fingers around his wrist. “I’m sorry. I’d love to play with you. I don’t know what came over me. I-”
He silences me with a kiss as he presses me back up against the wall again. I’m breathless as his tongue invades my mouth, thrusting in and out, just like I want him to do further down. A moan rips from my throat as my senses leave me. I could let him fuck me right here, right now.
Unfortunately, he pulls away, leaving me panting as he smirks down at me. “Trust me, little omega. My cock will not slide inside of you until you beg me. And I will make you beg. Have no doubt about that.”
My body tingles as I pull the vibrator from his hand and look for a bathroom.
I don’t dare speak because I know what will come out of my mouth will be spoken in the heat of the moment and not with my rational brain.
One thing is for certain, though. Devin has made it quite clear he can hold out. Can I?
Shuffling into the stall, I check to make sure no one else is around. Heat burns my cheeks and ears as I prop my leg up on the seat and tease my entrance with the bulbous toy. I’m already shamefully wet and just from him kissing me.
I ease it inside me, aided by my slick, until the thick head rests against my G-Spot.
It’s as if Devin can read my mind from all the way out there.
The moment the vibrator is in place, he turns it on, sending the strong pulses through me.
It’s not enough to make me come, but it’s certainly enough to put me on edge.
Knees clenched together, I hobble out of the bathroom to see Devin leaning against the wall, his body exuding sexual confidence. It’s enough to make my legs nearly buckle and I second guess why I’m holding out in the first place.
Groaning, I join him as he takes me from store to store, showering me with gifts and trinkets.
I’d like to think he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but every time I give him any sort of hint that I like something, he kicks the vibrator up a notch, then turns it down after he’s done paying.
My thighs burn and tremble with the effort it takes to keep walking straight. I want so desperately to beg him here and now, but I can’t give in. Not when he’s looking so cocky and self-assured.
Eventually, he sends the packages back to the hotel as he takes me up the cable car to the top of Fira.
The views are so spectacular I almost forget about the buzzing of the vibrator and the humming arousal that doesn’t seem to ever stop.
Wrapping my arm around his waist, I snuggle in as tears dot my eyes.
It really is a beautiful location. Before my emotions can get away with me, he pulls me in close and runs his lips over the top of my head, making my heart pound in time with the pulsing between my thighs. It’s all so perfect.
It should be perfect.
Why can’t I get my brain to just accept that Devin is my husband now? Closing my eyes, I turn my face into his chest and breathe in his scent. It surrounds me like a comforting cloud, soothing my jangled nerves. It could be so easy.
At the top of Fira, he takes my hand and guides me into this amazing restaurant high up so we can enjoy the views.
Thankfully, as we sit, he turns off the vibrator, allowing me a bit of peace.
The smile he gives me as I sag into the chair makes my heart pound in my chest and more slick to gather at my entrance.
Reaching over, he takes my hand in his and runs his thumb over my knuckles, pausing when he gets to the wedding ring.
“I didn’t know who to expect at the end of the aisle, but I’m glad it was you.
After you left that night, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.
Trust me when I say you’re the first omega I ever contemplated breaking my rules for. ”
As flattering as his words are, part of me wishes he had. Then, I wouldn’t be sitting here, a virgin, trying to figure out if or when to fuck him. That part would have already been done with. There would be no extra tension, no apprehension, just peace.
“I don’t regret marrying you,” he continues. “Do you regret marrying me?”
My breath stills in my throat. “No,” I manage to croak out. “Not exactly. It just takes a bit to get used to. I’ve never been married before.”
“Hey look there. Something we both have in common.”
I know he’s trying to put me at ease, and I’m forever grateful for him doing his best to lessen the tension between us.
Still though, I can’t rid myself of the gnawing apprehension as he continues to stroke my hand.
It feels so nice, so warm, so strong, so…
so right. A sigh flits through my lips as I force my gaze to meet his.
“Thank you,” I finally manage to whisper.
“For what?” The confused look on his face would be comical if things didn’t feel so serious.
“Just… You.”
He chuckles as he pulls his hand away to grab the menu. “Remember that when we start negotiations on our dynamic. I’m allowing you to ease into the marriage, but at some point, we’re going to have to address the kinky stuff, as you put it.”
Though his smile is friendly, there’s a hint of ferocity in his gaze. As much as I said I didn’t want it, my body seems to crave it. I want to know what it’s like to be desired like that, to be owned. All I have to do is get my heart and mind to finally come to an agreement.
Looking out over the beautiful water, I allow Devin to order for both of us. It’s a small step toward what he’d probably want in a slave, but baby steps are all I can do right now. I’m so overwhelmed, so fractious. It’s as if I’m about to burst at the seams.
Dessert comes far too soon, because I know after this, we’ll be heading back to the hotel. A decision will need to be made soon. It’s agonizing to think of choosing the right action .
The server wheels a cart over and sets the plate in between us. Based on the color and shape, it looks like a little volcano. When they tip over an amber liquid, steam erupts as it bubbles. A thrill of happiness winds its way through my soul as I watch the show.
From across the table, Devin doesn’t even seem to pay attention. He’s far too busy looking at me. There’s an odd expression on his face. It’s tenderness and desire all wrapped in his molten gaze.
Without breaking eye contact, he slides a spoon into the food and holds it out for me. “Open.”
I don’t even hesitate. There’s something in his voice that compels me to obey, and it’s not an Alpha command. I know what that feels like from my father, and this is anything but.
He eases the spoon between my lips, groaning softly as I lap up the delicious meringue. Underneath, a fruity tang bursts on my tongue. Famished, I swallow it down and lick up any remaining bits.
“More?” His question is dark, husky, and full of promise.
“Please, Devin.” I note how his eyes darken as he slides the spoon in again.
This time, as he hovers it in front of my lips, he turns on the vibrator once more before spooning it in. When I moan, it has nothing to do with the delicious food and everything to do with how he controls me.
Dropping the spoon onto his plate, he places some bills on the table before coming over to me and extending his hand. “I think it’s time we head back. Don’t you?”
Not trusting myself to speak, I take his hand and allow him to lead me through the restaurant. Despite the tinge of humiliation at knowing I have a vibrator shoved up my pussy, no one seems to notice us. Everyone is in their own little bubble. Their own little world.
Once we clear the busier parts of Fira and get closer to the cable car, Devin pushes me into another alcove and slams against me. His fingers dig at my thigh as he kisses me, tasting meringue, fruit, and desire on my lips.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he gasps, his hand sliding up my skirt to cup my mound.
“I wish I could,” I helplessly groan. “But I can’t.”
His fingers strum my clit, eliciting a moan from my lips. With a deviant grin, he places his free hand over my mouth. “Quiet, love. You don’t want anyone coming to investigate, do you?”
I shake my head a moment before I lean back against the wall, arching further against him. Pleasure coils through me, as he brings me near the edge, taking me right up to where I’m about to come, before pulling away.
A frustrated grunt buzzes in my throat as I rock my hips back and forth. “What did I tell you at the club, my little slave?” he murmurs in my ear. “All your orgasms belong to me. Even Grecian ones.”