14. Oz
14
OZ
I don’t know which part of what I just said to her has lifted some of the fear and anxiety from her eyes, but whatever it was, I’m glad, because my wife has the ability to make me fucking crazy with just a few softly spoken words. Honestly, I thought it’d take a lot longer than this for us to have a level of comfort where we can annoy the shit out of each other and not resent the other for it, but apparently not.
Even when she’s pissing me off, my dick is still fucking hard, and my resolve to give her body some time to recover is weakening. I have never wanted someone the way I want Etta. The intensity with which I crave her would be disconcerting if I wasn’t so obsessed with her.
I pushed her into marrying me because I didn’t want her to think this was casual. I didn’t want to give her an opportunity to run or put distance between us. But Nero and Tori’s reactions have unsettled me. Will everyone look at us and see a brother and sister, not a married couple?
I’ve never considered her a sister. Truthfully, back when we first met, she was just a mousy little inconvenience. She was my target, my victim, my prey. In some ways, that hasn’t changed, only now she’s the target of my lust and obsession, she’s a victim of my single-minded devotion, and she’s still my prey. Only now I don’t want to hurt and upset her, I want to hunt her down and claim her in a primitive, animalistic way.
Until a week ago, I’d have considered myself a fairly new-age, woke male. Now, I’m ready for the Dark Ages again. Me man, her woman. Mine. Mine. Mine. The shift was so instantaneous that I’m not even sure if it happened the moment she stepped off that bus or the first time her eyes lit up when I called her my good girl.
Now, I want her tied to my bed, naked, wet, and waiting for me. I want her only priority to be me. I want all her thoughts to start and end with me. I want her to dream about me and obsess over me. I want her to be as mine as I am hers.
Reaching over the center console in my truck, I cup her cheek, then slide my palm down until my hand is wrapped around her throat, the rapid beat of her pulse beneath my thumb. “Who looks after you, wife?”
Her pupils dilate, and I feel her swallow against my fingers. “You do,” she breathes.
“Yes, I fucking do. In every way, don’t I, Little One? I feed you. I bathe you. I fuck you. I look after you and you like it, don’t you?”
She swallows again, and a silent little gasp pushes its way from between her lips.
“You like it, don’t you, Etta?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“You like being taken care of, don’t you? You like knowing that everything I do is for and about you. You’re the most important thing in the world to me, Etta.”
“Oz,” she whispers.
“Look at you,” I growl. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? I was trying to give your greedy little pussy a rest, but you don’t want that, do you?”
“Oz,” she says my name again, but this time, it’s more of a whine.
“Do you want me to take you home, wife?” I ask.
“Please,” she begs.
The rest of the drive up the mountain is a blur until I slam my foot on the brake and my truck lurches to a stop outside my house. Ripping my seat belt free, I circle the truck and throw open her door, reaching for her at the same time that her outstretched arms move toward me. Scooping her from her seat, I absentmindedly close the door of my truck, storming toward my front door with single-minded intent.
The keys almost fall out of my hand in my haste to unlock the door, but I finally turn the handle, and the door folds open. Kicking it shut behind us, I carry Etta upstairs, not glancing to check the door is actually closed before I throw her down onto our bed and rip the clothes from her tiny body.
Our hands are frantic as she tries to divest me of my jeans and shirt, resulting in a tangle of fabric that ultimately gets dumped on the floor. Neither of us is interested in foreplay or teasing; the argument we had in the car was more than enough build up to have us both desperate and ready.
Spreading her thighs, I push her up the bed, crawling between her legs as she reaches for my cock, bringing it to her cunt as I move. When the head finds her hot, wet slit, I palm the back of her neck and claim her lips as I slam my length inside of her, swallowing her gasp.
Our kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, our desperation marring our ability to be gentle. But sometimes, gentle isn’t what either of us wants or needs. Our coming together is a carnal joining, not a sweet, tender moment. Neither of us cares about pretty words or tentative touches. I need to fuck her, and she needs to be fucked.
Neither of us speaks, both of us incapable of words. I feel like a primal being, a male claiming his mate, ensuring that she knows she’s owned. And I do own her. Or at least I own her body and mind. She belongs to me. She admitted it when she said I do, when she let me slip my rings onto her fingers. Her heart is mine too, although I’m not sure she’s accepted that yet, but she will.
A low, keening sound bursts from her throat. Her cunt tightens and her muscles tense as she comes, her hold on me tightening as her nails sink into my shoulders, and she clings to me while I rut into her. I growl as my dick hardens and cum surges from the tip, flooding her cunt and filling her up with me once again.
“Oh my god,” she rasps, her voice weak.
“You, okay?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over her cheek.
“I don’t know,” she says, then giggles, her eyes glassy. “That was…”
“I love you, Etta. So damn much. I didn’t know I was capable of loving someone, but I love you. I felt it the moment I saw you. Knew it the first time I pushed inside of you and showed everyone else the minute I gave you my name and took you as mine.”
Tears fall from her eyes, but she doesn’t look sad.
“I know you’re not there yet. But I’ll wait. I’ll show you so much love, it’ll be impossible for you to fight how you feel. When you tell me you love me, I want it to be because you know so surely nothing could ever make you doubt it. Until then, I’ll keep telling you and showing you over and over and over.”
Reluctantly slipping my cock from inside of her, I replace it with my fingers and rub her clit until she comes with a cry and her cunt clenches, pulling all of me back inside of her. Only then do I roll to my side and pull her head onto my chest.
“I can’t not contribute something to the bills,” she whispers, and I can hear the hesitation in her voice.
“Your money is your money. Spend it how you like, but I take care of you,” I tell her, making each word forceful, but trying to keep my tone light, not wanting to scare her.
“I need to pay for something, or else I’m just mooching.”
“Etta.”
“Oz.”
“Behave,” I growl, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing until she starts to whimper.
When I release her, she sighs, then nuzzles her cheek against my chest. “You’re a caveman.”
“And you’re my woman. I take care of you, and I don’t want your money, so don’t fucking ask again.”
“I’ll figure out a way to pay my share,” she threatens.
“If I see you trying to spend your money on anything to do with this house, then I’ll take you over my knee and spank your ass raw.”
“You can’t spank me, I already told you, I don’t want that,” she squeaks, her entire body going tense.
“The hell I can’t. I don’t know for sure, but I heard a rumor that Beau regularly turns Bonnie’s ass red when she’s being a brat. You might think you don’t want it, but I bet you’d like being laid out over my legs while I spanked your ass. I bet your little cunt would get so fucking wet.”
“You are not spanking me,” she gasps, sounding outraged.
“Hmmm, you’d better be, my very, very good girl, and then I won’t have to,” I purr, slapping my hand lightly against her ass.
Her giggle is the best sound in the fucking world, only beat by the lust-filled sound she makes when I slide my hand down her ass and between her cheeks, pushing two fingers into her soaked sex and finding her asshole with my thumb.
“Oh god,” she pants.
“I can’t wait to watch your ass swallow my dick.”
“Too big,” she says on a half moan.
“I’ll stretch you out first. I’ll take my time and make sure this tight little hole is gaped wide enough to take me. I can’t wait to watch it twitch, so full of my cum that every time you move, my seed drips out of you.”
“Oz.” Her voice is scandalized, but her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are full of lust and want.
“Oh, Little One. You can’t pretend with me. I can see the truth in your eyes. Fucking your ass won’t be a punishment, it’ll be a reward. You want it just as much as I do, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t like anal, I don’t want that.”
“Tell me why you don’t like it,” I order, needing to understand why, before I accept that it’s completely off the table.
“My ex wanted to try it. He wasn’t”—her eyes dip down toward my semi-hard cock—“as big as you, but it hurt. It was awful, nothing about it felt good, and afterward, I bled. I don’t…I don’t want to do it again.”
“Whoever the fucker was, he clearly didn’t prep you properly. Did he stretch you out and pump you full of lube?” I ask angrily, wanting to demand a name so I can hunt the stupid fucker down.
Her chin moves from side to side, shaking her head. “We didn’t use lube, just…er…spit.”
“Fuck,” I growl angrily. “That motherfucking stupid asshole. I’m sorry, Little One, he should have taken better care with you. I promise I won’t put my dick near you until you’re stretched and begging for it.”
“I don’t—” she starts, her resolve to say no clearly wavering.
“If you don’t want to try, we won’t. I’ll never push you past your limits, Etta, I promise. But anal shouldn’t hurt, and you definitely shouldn’t fucking bleed. That asshole shouldn’t have fucking touched you if he wasn’t willing to take care of you properly before he tried to shove…” My words fade and my anger takes over. I can’t even fucking think about another guy’s cock being near her without wanting to rage and scream and avenge her not being a fucking virgin.
“Oz,” she says, her voice shaky as she tentatively rests her hand against my cheek.
“I’d never hurt you, Little One, you know that, don’t you?”
Swallowing, she considers her answer, and I feel fucking sick waiting for her to say yes. If she says no, I have no fucking clue what I’ll do.
“I know.”
“If you never want to try, that’s your choice. But if you do decide you want to see how good I can make you feel, all you have to do is say the word.”
“Maybe…I mean…maybe we could try. But will you stop if I don’t like it?”
“Of course.”
“And you can…make it feel good?”
“If it doesn’t feel good, then we don’t do it. My job is to take care of you, Etta. You’re my wife, and I take that seriously. If I’m not making you feel good, if I’m not making you pant and scream and moan, then I’m failing as your husband.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part like she’s going to argue, but I narrow my eyes and silence her. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel,” I say, lowering my voice until it’s a seductive growl.
Her eyes are unsure, but she still nods, her teeth worrying at her lower lip.
“Roll onto your belly.”
Eyeing me warily for a moment, she slowly lifts herself off me and repositions herself on her stomach on the mattress beside me.
Reaching over to my bedside cabinet, I open the top drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. I take a moment to imprint this moment in my memory before I climb over her, part her legs, and settle myself between them. Flicking open the lid on the bottle of lube, I tense when Etta flinches. “Easy, Little One,” I coo, leaning down to press a kiss against the smooth skin of her ass.
“Sorry,” she whispers, burying her face in her hands.
“Just breathe and try to relax,” I say, pulling her cheeks apart with my hands so I can see her tight hole and her pink, swollen cunt.
A squeak of surprise bursts from her, the sound muffled by her hands, but it changes into a tentative moan as I lower my mouth to her cunt and lick.
Not giving her a chance to think too much, I hold her cheeks open, then lick a path upward until my tongue is circling her tight hole. Squeezing her cheeks tightly, I try to overwhelm her senses, not allowing her to focus on one thing too much as I lick and probe at her hole with the tip of my tongue until she’s whining and pushing her ass back into my face.
Grabbing the lube, I dribble it over her ass, then coat my fingers in it. Her muscles tense, but I don’t stop, using the tips of my fingers to massage the gel into the tight muscle, pushing then retreating until she slowly unclenches and the tip of my finger slips inside.
A garbled noise comes from her, and I wait for her to tell me to stop. When she doesn’t, I grab the lube again and dribble more liquid over her, then gently push it into her. Starting with just the tip of one finger, I push and retreat, filling her a little deeper each time, until her ass is eagerly accepting my finger all the way to the knuckle.
“How does that feel, Little One?” I ask.
“Weird. But good,” she admits quietly.
Chuckling, I add more lube, coating a second finger liberally in the clear gel before I slip the tip into her alongside the first. Once again, she tenses and I pause, giving her time to say stop. When she doesn’t, I work two fingers into her the same way I did with one. Pushing and retreating, stretching her a little more each time. I don’t ask her if she’s okay, I don’t need to, because her hips are lifting off the bed, pushing back onto my fingers as low, desperate moans filter through her hands.
“Do you want more?” I ask, my hard dick desperate to hear her beg for it.
“I…”
When she pauses, I do too, and a feral groan bursts from her lips as she turns her head and glares at me. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, her pupils dilated and frantic with need.
“I asked you if you wanted more,” I repeat, ensuring she hears the dominance in my tone. She may be in control of this particular experience because I never want to do something she doesn’t like, but that doesn’t mean she’s in control of me.
“Yes, god, yes,” she snaps, turning her head and burying her face back into her hands again.
“ Good girl,” I snarl, pushing two fingers back into her ass and scissoring them, carefully and slowly stretching her tight, unused hole until it softens and gradually widens. It pisses me off that my cock won’t be the first one to take her this way, but I’m content knowing that I’ll be the only man to make her crave ass play. Once I’ve finished getting her ready for anal, she’ll be begging me to play with her ass, and the memory of her first anal experience will be erased and replaced with only thoughts of me.
Her voice starts an unsteady chant. “Please. More. Oh god.” Over and over, she bucks her hips up onto my fingers, driving me deeper into her. When I tentatively slip the tip of a third finger against her hole, I watch her carefully, accessing her for pain, before I push in a little further. When she tenses, I stop and add more lube. My fingers and her skin are slick, and when I slip them back into her hole, she mewls and arches. Instead of trying to stretch her any further, I start to fuck her ass with my fingers, slow and deep, until her chants become an unrecognizable whine.
“Look at you,” I praise. “Your ass is taking my fingers so well. Your little hole is gripping me so tight, wishing my fingers were my cock. You’re so fucking perfect, every fucking inch of you.” Slipping my free hand between her thighs, I find her clit and rub it until she comes on a ragged cry. The sound is like music to my ears, and abandoning her clit, I reach for my hard dick, gripping myself tightly as I jerk my cock to release, spilling my seed all over her twitching ass.