44. Derek
Despite her protests, I carry her over the threshold.
“You can put me down now,” she complains.
“No, I’m taking my bride straight to bed,” I tell her, lock the door, set the alarm, and move us up the stairs.
“What’s the alarm code?” she asks. “In case of emergency.”
“The date we met. Four digits. Month, then day.”
Her eyes change and I’m thinking she’s counting back, so I tell her the code.
“That’s different from what you gave the chauffeur.”
“That’s a garage and gate only code. That won’t get anyone into the house.”
“Oh.”
I flick the light on and set her on the bed. “I’m sorry our wedding day was dramatic.”
“Traumatic,” she corrects.
“That, too. You should know I don’t feel much empathy outside of for you. Didn’t feel that at first but I’m feeling it more and more, day by day. It’s inconvenient.”
Her eyes flash with surprise.
I lean over, about to kiss her, when she crab crawls backwards. “I don’t feel up to anything physical right now. I’m very tired.”
“I’ll do most of the work,” I advise, yanking her sneakers off as I kick my own off while pressing my knee to the foot of the bed between her parted thighs. I advance, overtaking her, resulting in her back hitting the mattress.
Pinning her wrists above her head, I kiss her, then say, “I want to make you come over and over.”
She swallows, affected, but tries to hide from me by shutting her eyes.
“You’re mine now. It’s my job to make you come. Look at your husband, Chloe.”
Her eyes open.
“I told you I get what I want, didn’t I?” I caress her face with my fingertips.
She doesn’t answer.
I peel the sweater off her, leaving her in a tank top. That goes, too, then my mouth is on hers. “And you’re mine. Until death do us part, baby. And I wanna make you happy, make you love me. So those are next. Now… take your pants off for me.” I drop kisses on her throat, down to her breasts, unclasping her bra and freeing her beautiful tits.
I kiss one, then the other.
“Now, Chloe Steele. Show me your sweet, wet little hole. Show me what’s mine.”
She doesn’t move.
“I’m gonna take what I want from you anyway. And you’ll enjoy it. You always do.”
She stays still. Quiet.
I lean back onto my knees between her parted legs and grab the pants and pull until I get them removed. I throw my hoodie and T-shirt, then strip the rest of my clothes off.
“How wet are you right now?” I ask. “Let’s see…”
I push her knees apart and inspect visually, watching her face go pink. She didn’t even try to keep them closed.
I spread her pussy wide and plunge two fingers in. “Drenched for your husband? I like that a lot.”
She bites her lip and I watch her nipples harden before my eyes. Her pupils are large. She wants this. She wants me.
I weave our fingers together, pinning her hands over her head and as I line up, her legs wrap around me.
“There’s a nice hug,” I say against her mouth. “You’re not making this difficult. That’s good. I’m a little tired, too.”
“Then hurry up and get it over with,” she says looking sassy.
I laugh, then I slam my hips forward and fill her.
She cries out, arching.
“Suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore. Suddenly, I have the urge to fuck my wife for the next several hours.”
She lets out a sound of exasperation, but she arches her back. She’s not trying to fight me off.
“Wanna spar with me?” I ask, staring into her eyes.
She closes them. “Not tonight honey, you’re giving me a headache.”
I laugh. “Fun. I like it…” I press my fingers between us against her clit and work it until she’s panting, then I stop short, just before she’s about to come and flip her to her belly, yank her hips up and slap her beautiful bare ass, pulling a yelp from her.
“Let’s make it even more fun, shall we?”
I hold onto one hip, then the other hand slides down over her soaking wet cunt. I stick my finger in, then pull it out.
She’s still, breathing hard, on her hands and knees and waiting for her climax.
I smile as I kiss her shoulder and then run both hands up and down her back, down her arms, across to cup her tits for a minute, pinching both nipples lightly.
She makes a sound of need. I grip my cock at the root and slide it down her ass cheeks, prodding then pushing it three inches into her heat before pulling back, dragging it through the wetness, then backing up.
She waits.
I wait.
She looks over her shoulder at me and fuck is she beautiful. She’s got a wanton look in her eyes. She wants my cock back.
“Ask for it.”
She frowns.
“Ask for my cock. Ask me to let you come.”
“No,” she whispers.
“No?”
“No,” she confirms.
“Over,” I grab both hips and she turns over onto her back.
I spread her legs wide, throw them over my shoulders, and press a kiss to her clit, then slide my middle finger through her wetness, getting it good and wet before prodding at her ass, then sliding it in.
Her body tightens for a moment, then relaxes as she looks at the ceiling, blinking. Frowning a little.
I caress her clit with my thumb while my middle finger is still in her ass. She’s waiting for it.
I dip my tongue into her cunt and slide my left hand up her soft skin, pinching her nipple again while wiggling my middle finger inside her.
She squirms. She wants more, but I’m keeping her on the edge for the moment, enjoying watching her seek more.
“Maybe you should beg me for it, Chloe,” I say.
“Not gonna happen,” she pants, gripping the sheets.
“We’ll see,” I whisper against her inner thigh. It’s out in goosebumps.
My phone rings.
I ignore it.
It rings again with my father’s ringtone. Fuck. There are three ringtones on my phone. My basic one. My father’s. And Chloe’s. Chloe’s only rang once, last Friday when she arrived at the office for our meeting. Thankfully I rarely get my father’s tone, but you don’t ignore my father’s ringtone if you’re one of his children.
I back off Chloe and grab the phone from my pants on the floor.
“Hello,” I answer with obvious irritation.
“Are you dealing with this online gossip bullshit, or should I have someone else do it?”
Chloe slips into the bathroom.
Shit.
“I’ll deal with it,” I bark, not hiding my irritation.
“I’ve got Gil saying you’re not answering his calls.”
“I’m busy fucking my wife,” I state.
“I don’t need bullshit right now, Derek. Neither does your mother.”
“When do you ever?”
“She’s not very happy you went the city hall route and now to see negativity about your new wife and her past?”
There went my hard-on.
“I told everyone yesterday that this was what I’d be doing, Dad.”
“You also said it’d be kept quiet. It’s not been kept quiet.”
“I canceled our honeymoon to deal with it. We just got back from Chloe’s parents’ house as I had to do damage control there.”
“Good. I’ll tell Gil you’ll be here in the morning. Your new wife needs to meet with your mother’s media assistant tomorrow while you meet with Gil. Make sure she understands the importance of outward appearances. Bring her to the house at nine o’clock. Have breakfast with us first. We’ll do a photoshoot, too, so clear your morning.”
I grind my teeth.
“I’ve had to clear my morning, too, Derek, for your shit, so do not be insolent when you get here. Make this up to your mother.”
I pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“You there?” he snaps.
“I’m here.”
“Nine o’clock,” he says and ends the call.
I toss my phone to the dresser and put my ear to the bathroom door.
The shower is running.
I quietly slip in and catch my gorgeous wife under the shower with her hand between her legs. Her eyes hit me, and she looks at me with challenge.
I’m hard again.
“Nuh uh,” I grab her wrist, place her hand on my shoulder, and lift her up, pressing her back to the wet tiled wall while I bring her down on my dick.
She whimpers in time with my groan as I fill her.
“You naughty little thing,” I reprimand, grabbing her hair and bringing her mouth to mine. I dip my tongue in and then say, “You don’t sneak off to come by yourself while I’m edging you. Now what should I do with you?” I flex my hips a couple times while she whimpers again.
Fuck, yeah.
“Should I make you come or edge you for the rest of the night?” I ask.
“Make me come,” she whispers against my mouth.
“Yeah?” I ask, liking this a fucking lot. She’s right on the edge and she wants it enough she might actually beg me. “Make you come over and over?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
“Beg me,” I demand, tightening my grip on her hair.
She whimpers, holding onto both my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes with those beautiful blues.
“No,” she denies me.
I let go of her hair, lift her halfway off my cock by her hips, then slam her back down.
“Derek,” she whines.
“Not gonna beg? You sure about that?”
She reaches between us and tries to go for her clit. I shove her hand away, turn the shower off, and carry her back to bed before pinning her wrists over her head.
I pull my cock out, line up and slam it straight in. To her asshole.
She screams and grabs my shoulders with both hands.
I stay rooted. “Now, ask nice.”
“Ow, ow, ow,” she cries out, burying her face into my neck. I back up so she can’t but not far enough that I’m not still inside her. “No hiding from me.”
I pull part way out.
Her legs tremble and she whimpers some more, discomfort all over her pretty face.
I haul her legs up over my chest, so her ankles are balancing on my shoulders and lick droplets of water off her leg as she protests, saying, “No, Derek, ow!” and I put my fingers to her pussy, shoving one in while pressing my thumb to her clit.
“Ask me to let you come.”
She shakes her head.
My free hand goes to her mouth, and I press my thumb in.
“Okay, then suck. Suck my thumb while I fuck your ass and look into my eyes while you do and maybe I’ll make you come with my fingers to your clit.”
Her mouth tightens and she sucks just a little, but it’s enough that I’m even harder.
“Good girl,” I tell her, picking up the pace fucking her ass, seeing the discomfort in her eyes, so I pull out and not only gather wetness from her soaking wet pussy, I also spit in my hand and lube my cock up before I slide back in, much easier this time.
My beautiful girl swallows around my thumb and spreads her legs even wider for me, one dropping off my body, so I catch it and hold on while applying friction to her sopping wet clit. Her head rolls back.
“Suck!”
She obeys.
Just as she’s almost there, just before I’m there, I pull my thumb out and go deeper as I put my mouth to hers.
“Beg, Chloe,” I demand against her lips.
“Please, Derek,” she whines in a tiny voice and immediately, I’m coming.
I’m coming in her tight ass, rubbing her clit fast, the sounds of the wetness like music to my ears. She comes, whimpering, clutching me in a hug that frankly surprises me. In a good way. My spent cock slips out while she’s still whimpering, so I manage to keep circling on her clit until she goes rigid, then lax.
I roll to my back and take her with me, gathering her close. She’s melted into me. Sated. Warm. Feeling perfect.
“I love you, wife,” I say into her hair, then close my eyes, knowing I’ll sleep good tonight. Because she’s mine. And I know I’m on the road to having her realize it, too.